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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1518083" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Dessa nods at Grim's comment, and they begin moving out the slaves.  Ellimon has separated the humans and dwarves from the gnomes and children, and given the later into the care of Guran.  Moving with Grim's images, all start toward the exit tunnel.  A few dragonkith run by without giving more than a glance, but suddenly a fast-running amethyst dragon, not much more than twenty feet long, comes bounding around the corner.  Zykovian, you'd recognize him, he's Kelvarix, Gardanax's second-born.  When he sees you he gives a roar of alarm, and a mindscape springs into existance.**Briefly it was the jagged mountains, but with a wrench Kelvarix transfers it to the plains.  In the physical world he's sixty feet away from the group, but suddenly shimmers into nothingness.  You've seen this trick before Zykovian, he's turned himself invisible.*"Get him, I'll get the slaves out," Dessa says, as her and the slaves break into a run behind the cover of the rest of you.~~~Alyshia, you and Kilvash came up one of the secondary mine shafts, and were following Kilvash's sense toward one of the overseer's quarters near the Cages.  However, as you got there, you hear a terrifying roar.  Peeking around the corner you see a group of Cagebreakers, standing alongside what appears to be a half-sapphire dragon, facing an adult amethyst that suddenly fades into nothingness.  Behind the group, Dessa, the lead Cagebreaker, is running alongside a group of slaves, undoubtably going toward an exit.  You're confident the dragon didn't see you.*"Care to kill a dragon?" Kilvash says with a cruel smile.~~~ *Zass'sk, as you wait on the fringes of the battle, you notice some movement out of the corner of your eye.  Out of a small crack in the wall comes a wererat deep gnome leading a group of gnome slaves as well as gnome, dwarf, and human children.  Furtively looking about, the wererat begins chivvying them from one spot of cover to the next.*~~~*Gortag, you dash forward and slam your axe into the shoulder of the half-dragon, hearing bone crack and seeing his right arm go limp.  Shouting in pain, he brings his own axe to bear, but swings wide in the confusion.*</blockquote>

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