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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 562012" data-attributes="member: 8222">The passage wore on and on, nearly 500 paces now, though it was easily twice that many steps at this slow rate. The Fungus merely lit the way, although the tension was palpable among several of the more nervous party members. After all, did not the Drow  resort to treachery at every turn? Perhaps one of these Ferach had offended the Duchess some how, and now, in the spirit of the twisted sense of humor of the Dark Elves, eight would die to pay back one in some fiendish or horrific trap.These and other disturbing thoughts seemed to clutter the minds of Grolvus, Jikull and Brogark most of all.Just when it seemed that they,( Brogark in particular) would break into a run to be free of such Madenning Thoughts, Arngen and  Grolvus came to a grey wall. This wall, a fine sheen of Spider Webbing, stretched across the entryway of the tunnel mouth, some seven feet tall and four feet wide. Thousands of Spiders, each no bigger  than your thumb, worked ceaselessly to repair any small tear. Beyond the sheet of webbing, seen in a haze, was the Lerondyl Forest, it's Fungal 'trees' visible as grey shapes looming up from the Cavern Floor. Sounds both near and far away trickled in, the scuttling of a Large Spider, the scream of some dweller in the dark. Further off could be heard a Horn, and the distant clash of arms. Such was the way of things now, the Drow's subtle 'Game' had become a bloody Reality, with pretense all but forgotten by many of the factions in Thelaru 'acli.</blockquote>

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