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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1431247" data-attributes="member: 4441">*As the group goes farther down the passage, you can begin the make out the too-still forms of the bodies the beholder spoke of.  In a slightly larger cavern you see the seven bodies of the scouts, including the dragonkin.  Two of the other bodies are dressed in sorcerer's robes, the other three in fine chainmail.  The sorcerers have the look of dragon scions, those of other races that give their lives and loyalty to a dragon in exchange for power and prestige.  They gain the look of a dragon, and from the purplish scales you would guess they are Gardanax's.  Probably they were once dwarves, as far as you can tell.**The spellblades seem to be lizardfolk.  All of the scaled races faired far better than the others when the dragons took over.  Many tribes of lizardfolk happily rose to power with their draconic masters.  They are all armed with a kind of metal gauntlet with long, cruel claws on the end, a dragonclaw gaunlet and a common weapon around these parts.  You also find pouches of slingstones as well as several slings, one of which is curiously made of white leather with writing in careful script which no one here can understand.**The sorcerers carry pouches of material components, as well as what appears to be half-finished maps of the surrounding area, back to Darkstone.  One has a pendent made of a dark red ruby carved into the shape of a snarling cat, while the other wears adamantine-studded braces.**The dragonkith leader bears two silver shortswords, one with a sapphire in the pommel and one with an emerald.  He is wearing handsome scalemail enameled in purple, and a belt studded with three kinds of metal, silver, adamantine, and iron.  Elaborate leather wraps wind about his ankles, embroidered in red and blue silk in various Draconic words for speed.**Most of them seem to be dead with no mark on them, though two have large teeth marks on their throat and chests.  Another small pile of somewhat wet and blood gear, probably rejected from the one the beholder ate, lies on the far side of the cavern.  It seems to be the shredded remains of leather armor, a bandolier with six daggers in it, and blob of some kind of tangled, fragile black cloth.**As you examine them, from under the body of one of the sorcerers scuttles a small lizard.  When it sees you it gives a squeak of dismay and tries to run.*~~~~*Zykovian, the gnome woman describes the weapons' users, all of them among the oldest artisans or undersupervisors.  Most of them lack perhaps five years of joining the ranks of the cleaners.  The woman hands over the knife and her crude sheild amidst some tears, but does it quickly.*"As for how we managed to train, m'lord...  We did it in the times when there were the fewest guards around.  We don't often have inspection in the slave pens.  We never used anything more than an eating knife or a stone.  Sometimes we'd practice when we were cleaning out the privies, as no dragon ever goes there because it offends their nose so.  And we were very, very careful, because we just didn't want to be hurt by the raids, and wouldn't want to arouse the master's wrath," she says in a tremulous voice, bowing low.*</blockquote>

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