She doesn't try to hurt people, just trying to be helpful Darkpoet: NO!! Resist the dark side!!
Order of the Dark Flame (Story, No Spam)
Vivien winked at him and gave him a roll. He had it in his mouth before he started to feel strange. He felt rather giggly and there was an annoying looseness in his body. He took the roll out of his mouth, sniffed and turned it over several times before he proceeded to eat it again. He was tracking several things at this time and took a moment to ponder each of them. First was the strange vision he had had of jennabard. She was in a storm, carrying a small candle which she was shielding against the wind and rain. There was a mist covering the trail she walked and she stumbled several times. Blind to everything else, her only concern was to keep the little light from going out. Behind her, rising up like a huge cloud, was a dark and eerie shape. Thantor recognized it as a classic Shadowpath dream, but why was he experiencing it? And not as a dream but as a vision? Second was his objective, Anomen. In his typical fashion, he linked the storm analogy from the jennabard vision to the gather darkness he felt concerning Anomen. Was there a connection? Only supposition at this point; no hard data. Third was his little project with Georgi, which appeared to be going well, he thought, as he nodded to her with exaggerated courtesy. Finally, there was the startling energetic phenomena that had occurred during his confrontation with Loner and Kramor. It was as if they were symbiotic on an energetic level. Truly a unique occurrence. Thantor made a note to speak to them about it later. If they could actually produce this at will, it could be a powerful defensive tool for them. And giving what he speculated was coming, it would certainly be welcome. He looked around to see if there was something he could do to annoy Georgi, but giving her sparkling sense of humor and the rather large weapon she was carrying, he thought it would be best if he paced himself.
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The group of Flames and Friends began following the only trail they could: that of Anomen and his henchmen that Georgi had encountered earlier. They hoped it would lead them to Jennabard, but the trail soon became difficult to follow. As the walked deeper into the mountains, many trails and paths cris-crossed before them. Each trail bore evidence of the presence of small squads of fighting men. They knew they were creeping deeper into enemy territory, and Thantor wove the energy he gathered into a field of non-detection. As evening approached, they crested a high ridge and looked into a hidden valley below.
They were not prepared for what they saw. Fifty canvas tents stretched out alongside a small stream. There was, clearly, a mess tent near the center, pens for draft and food animals, racks of equipment, even a blacksmith had set up shop, but everything was dominated by one larger tent. Hundreds of figures moved between the tents, and were difficult to make out in the dimming light.
Kramor sniffed the air, “Hobgoblins,” he said with a frown, “and Orcs. Do you think Anomen is down there?”
“No,” Georgi said absentmindedly, “he’s not.”
“Someone needs to go on reconnaissance,” Vivien said.
“I will,” Georgi whispered, “the rest of you stay here and keep hidden. This place is crawling with patrols.”
Thantor searched through his pack and produced two vials. “Here,” he said as he handed them to Georgi, “you may find these useful.”
Georgi peered at one of the vials and took a quick sniff, “Sleeping potions? Seem very strong.” Vivien cast improved invisibility on Georgi as she hasten herself, “Good. It should be safer to enter the camp in about an hour.” Then she flew down the ridge and into the army encampment. The rest then hid themselves as best as they could. Thantor wove his energies around himself to deflect unwanted attention, while Kramor and Loner buried themselves in leaves. Vivien utilized the power of her leaf tunic to imperceptibly blend into the trees, while Gwalchmai used old skills to hide in the forest shadows.
Soon, a small patrol of armed humanoids approached. A hobgoblin stopped near where Kramor and Loner had hidden themselves “Do you smell something?”
“What’s yew talkin’ about?” the orc said.
“I dunno. I coulda sworn I smelled Paladin,” the hobgoblin said as he looked around, poking his sword into the bushes.
The orc sniffed the air, “I don’t smell anythin’. C’mon, its almost time fer dinner.” The orc belched loudly.
“Oh, man, was that you? Did you have beans for lunch?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“I told you, no more beans until you learn to cook them right. How am I supposed to smell anything now?”
“Aw, shaddup.”
“No, really, if you would just change the soaking water before you cook them, you wouldn’t have this problem. And add a little vinegar, too.”
“You mean this problem?” The orc lifted a leg and farted violently.
“Aw, man! I’m gonna have to kill you now! As soon as I can breath again!” Their voices faded as they walked away.
“Whew,” Loner said, “that was close! What do they have against Paladins, anyway?”
“I suspect,” Kramor said “that this army may intend to engage the Orders of the Radient Heart and Gilded Rose, now, while they are weakened by Waverly’s earlier machinations.”
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Meanwhile, Georgi crept past the outer patrols and inner pickets of the army and toward the mess tent. She emptied the contents of the sleeping potions into the two large vats of mutton stew. She watched as the cooks mixed the stew and began dishing it out to the waiting troops. A wagon was despatched to take to stew to the troops along the perimeter. Georgi then made her way to the largest tent.
They were not prepared for what they saw. Fifty canvas tents stretched out alongside a small stream. There was, clearly, a mess tent near the center, pens for draft and food animals, racks of equipment, even a blacksmith had set up shop, but everything was dominated by one larger tent. Hundreds of figures moved between the tents, and were difficult to make out in the dimming light.
Kramor sniffed the air, “Hobgoblins,” he said with a frown, “and Orcs. Do you think Anomen is down there?”
“No,” Georgi said absentmindedly, “he’s not.”
“Someone needs to go on reconnaissance,” Vivien said.
“I will,” Georgi whispered, “the rest of you stay here and keep hidden. This place is crawling with patrols.”
Thantor searched through his pack and produced two vials. “Here,” he said as he handed them to Georgi, “you may find these useful.”
Georgi peered at one of the vials and took a quick sniff, “Sleeping potions? Seem very strong.” Vivien cast improved invisibility on Georgi as she hasten herself, “Good. It should be safer to enter the camp in about an hour.” Then she flew down the ridge and into the army encampment. The rest then hid themselves as best as they could. Thantor wove his energies around himself to deflect unwanted attention, while Kramor and Loner buried themselves in leaves. Vivien utilized the power of her leaf tunic to imperceptibly blend into the trees, while Gwalchmai used old skills to hide in the forest shadows.
Soon, a small patrol of armed humanoids approached. A hobgoblin stopped near where Kramor and Loner had hidden themselves “Do you smell something?”
“What’s yew talkin’ about?” the orc said.
“I dunno. I coulda sworn I smelled Paladin,” the hobgoblin said as he looked around, poking his sword into the bushes.
The orc sniffed the air, “I don’t smell anythin’. C’mon, its almost time fer dinner.” The orc belched loudly.
“Oh, man, was that you? Did you have beans for lunch?”
“Yeah, so what?”
“I told you, no more beans until you learn to cook them right. How am I supposed to smell anything now?”
“Aw, shaddup.”
“No, really, if you would just change the soaking water before you cook them, you wouldn’t have this problem. And add a little vinegar, too.”
“You mean this problem?” The orc lifted a leg and farted violently.
“Aw, man! I’m gonna have to kill you now! As soon as I can breath again!” Their voices faded as they walked away.
“Whew,” Loner said, “that was close! What do they have against Paladins, anyway?”
“I suspect,” Kramor said “that this army may intend to engage the Orders of the Radient Heart and Gilded Rose, now, while they are weakened by Waverly’s earlier machinations.”
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Meanwhile, Georgi crept past the outer patrols and inner pickets of the army and toward the mess tent. She emptied the contents of the sleeping potions into the two large vats of mutton stew. She watched as the cooks mixed the stew and began dishing it out to the waiting troops. A wagon was despatched to take to stew to the troops along the perimeter. Georgi then made her way to the largest tent.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Vivien admired her leaf tunic as she blended into the tree behind her. The tree was rather comfortable, and she was beginning to feel much more adventurous in general. What she wouldn't give to be able to let a few fire ball's loose down in the camp though, maybe along with a stinking cloud or two, and web. She smiled happily as she envisioned the chaos rained upon the evil doers. So happy was she in her day dream, that she missed the leaf that floated slowly down to land on her nose. The tickling caused her to sneeze as she brushed it away, and then she glanced hurridly around to make sure no one had heard. Pretty sure no one had, she went back to her day dream.
Thantor recalled the hizzlas he had sent out after the enemy scouting party, relieved that the orc and hobgoblin had withdrawn. The hizzlas wrapped themselves around his maces and solidified once more. After ensuring that the energetic parameter he had set around the small band was reinforced, he began to track Georgi's ki signature as she moved through the camp. She has a good deal of potential, he noted grudgingly, if only ... he startled at the sound of a sudden sneeze. "Lady Vivien," he whispered with a fair bit of intensity, "death is as close to you as that leaf. Please treat it with a bit more respect." Satisfied that Vivien was more focused, he again monitored Georgi's movements. It would be an ugly row if this place went up, he thought, but I am more concerned about what I cannot see.
Those who will play with kitties must expect to be scratched.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
As they waited for Georgi to get back, Kramor had an uneasy feeling. Like someone was watching them. He caught a flash in the trees, one off to the left, and the other above them. Pulling Loner back and grabbing her katana, throwing it straight up. Kramor then threw his sword to the left. The body fell in front of Loner, the other rolled out of the bushes. Shaking his head, as he handed Loner her katana back, then went to get his sword. They were the same two that passed earlier, they did smell him. He walked away from the group to collect his thoughts.
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Georgi, invisible, slipped into the large tent behind a mage who was wearing black robes with silver trim. She stood quietly in the corner and surveyed the room. An obsidian throne with ebony inlay dominated the far side of the tent. A portion of the tent was screened off, hiding private sleeping quarters. The front part of the tent was occupied by a large table with maps, lamps, and scrying tools. The mage she followed approached the table and addressed the only other occupant of the room; another mage dressed in black but with gold trim. “I have word! The Radiant Heart is on the move!”
“Yes, I know,” the gold mage growled, “they intend to investigate the supposed ‘bandit raids’ we have simulated in the villages of the Mountain Elves.”
“They have only sent a single troop of Paladins! We should mobilize one of our battalions. We can decimate them!”
“No,” the gold mage said wearily, “we must wait.”
“Wait?” the silver mage said, waving his arms about, “for the Boss to let Anomen give the order? We should take the initiative! Why should Anomen have all the fun?”
“You know he hates it when you call him ‘Boss’” the gold mage said absentmindedly as he looked around the tent. He had grown suspicious. He had thought he heard a tiny gasp when the silver mage mentioned Anomen’s name. Surreptitiously, he cast True Sight, revealing Georgi. The silver mage hit her with a powerful hold spell before she could move.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
“A little spy. The Master will love interrogating her. You don’t have to worry about winning favor with the Master now. We have the perfect present for him.” the gold mage turned his attention to the doorway, “Ah, good. Dinner is here. I’m starved.”
“Mutton stew again?”
*****
Kramor listened as the sounds from the army camp quieted. “We can go now, but be careful. Not everyone will be asleep.”
They began moving down the hill into the camp except for Vivien. Gwalchmai went back to the tree against which she had been hiding and began to grope around, since she couldn’t be seen. Finally feeling something soft, he shook her gently, rousing her from her dreaming, “Come on. Its time to go.” Vivien looked down at where Gwalchmai was touching her. She looked into his eyes and smiled, making no move to remove his hand. Slowly, Gwalchmai stepped away, “Let’s go,” he said quietly.
“Yes, I know,” the gold mage growled, “they intend to investigate the supposed ‘bandit raids’ we have simulated in the villages of the Mountain Elves.”
“They have only sent a single troop of Paladins! We should mobilize one of our battalions. We can decimate them!”
“No,” the gold mage said wearily, “we must wait.”
“Wait?” the silver mage said, waving his arms about, “for the Boss to let Anomen give the order? We should take the initiative! Why should Anomen have all the fun?”
“You know he hates it when you call him ‘Boss’” the gold mage said absentmindedly as he looked around the tent. He had grown suspicious. He had thought he heard a tiny gasp when the silver mage mentioned Anomen’s name. Surreptitiously, he cast True Sight, revealing Georgi. The silver mage hit her with a powerful hold spell before she could move.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
“A little spy. The Master will love interrogating her. You don’t have to worry about winning favor with the Master now. We have the perfect present for him.” the gold mage turned his attention to the doorway, “Ah, good. Dinner is here. I’m starved.”
“Mutton stew again?”
*****
Kramor listened as the sounds from the army camp quieted. “We can go now, but be careful. Not everyone will be asleep.”
They began moving down the hill into the camp except for Vivien. Gwalchmai went back to the tree against which she had been hiding and began to grope around, since she couldn’t be seen. Finally feeling something soft, he shook her gently, rousing her from her dreaming, “Come on. Its time to go.” Vivien looked down at where Gwalchmai was touching her. She looked into his eyes and smiled, making no move to remove his hand. Slowly, Gwalchmai stepped away, “Let’s go,” he said quietly.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Sleeping giants, sleeping orcs
Sleeping ogres, fools and dorks
There’s something in the stew, you see
A powerful nectar, sweet and juicy
You taste it once, it’ll knock you out
You’ll stumble around like a drunken lout
Slip quickly past the sleeping guards
Soon this adventure will be sung by bards
Look! Two orcs! Their limbs akimbo
Sleeping away in slumber limbo
That ogre when he wakes’ll be quite mean
His face now lies in fresh dung with steam
Hobgoblins can’t taste a Paladin’s smell
When their noses are closed by a sleeping spell
The flames fly quickly through the night
Toward the tent that glows with eerie light
Inside they find two mages, in a heap they lie
And Georgi held fast, with a smile sly
Viv releases her: Flame Tongue lashes out
Then Georgie sees and begins to pout
No killing tonight, the camp’s asleep
“We must leave in haste on feet too fleet”
Outside the tent they hear a sound
And see ten figures that dance around
“Fleshlings,” they say, “we will taste your meat”
“Their stew we Dopplegangers never eat”
Sleeping ogres, fools and dorks
There’s something in the stew, you see
A powerful nectar, sweet and juicy
You taste it once, it’ll knock you out
You’ll stumble around like a drunken lout
Slip quickly past the sleeping guards
Soon this adventure will be sung by bards
Look! Two orcs! Their limbs akimbo
Sleeping away in slumber limbo
That ogre when he wakes’ll be quite mean
His face now lies in fresh dung with steam
Hobgoblins can’t taste a Paladin’s smell
When their noses are closed by a sleeping spell
The flames fly quickly through the night
Toward the tent that glows with eerie light
Inside they find two mages, in a heap they lie
And Georgi held fast, with a smile sly
Viv releases her: Flame Tongue lashes out
Then Georgie sees and begins to pout
No killing tonight, the camp’s asleep
“We must leave in haste on feet too fleet”
Outside the tent they hear a sound
And see ten figures that dance around
“Fleshlings,” they say, “we will taste your meat”
“Their stew we Dopplegangers never eat”
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
{OOC @Gwalchmai: A delightful rhyme which I will be sure to read at bedtime to any future children of mine No seriously, sweet job )
"Uhhhh...doppelgangers?" said Loner in a shaky voice, as she drew the Katana. Unbeknownst to her companions, Loner had long suffered from Doppelganger Fear, much akin to the Clown Fear suffered by others...
No seriously, sweet job )"Uhhhh...doppelgangers?" said Loner in a shaky voice, as she drew the Katana. Unbeknownst to her companions, Loner had long suffered from Doppelganger Fear, much akin to the Clown Fear suffered by others...
“Well, Darkpimpernel,” Waverly taunted. “Do the Dark Femmes still trust you, or did you burn your bridges?”
“They would never suspect me to betray them… but I don’t see the point. Besides it’s Kramor I said I wanted revenge on….”
Waverly just shook his head and cut him off, “Forget about Kramor for now. When the time comes you can deal with him as you see fit. Until then, we are going to rejoin the Dark Flambés and assist them with their quest. You, Darkprawn, will vouch for the valiance of our good friend Sir Enoch of the Radiant Heart. Not long afte, a serious of unfortunate accidents will befall our beloved heroines.” Waverly laughed and Darkpoet looked on in horror as Waverly’s face changed subtly into that of the mysterious knight that was believed killed in the raid on the Radian Heart’s stronghold. Darkpoet now understood the depth of Waverly’s malevolence. How many other characters in that tale were none other than his new traveling companion?
The two men packed up and set of in search of the flames…
“They would never suspect me to betray them… but I don’t see the point. Besides it’s Kramor I said I wanted revenge on….”
Waverly just shook his head and cut him off, “Forget about Kramor for now. When the time comes you can deal with him as you see fit. Until then, we are going to rejoin the Dark Flambés and assist them with their quest. You, Darkprawn, will vouch for the valiance of our good friend Sir Enoch of the Radiant Heart. Not long afte, a serious of unfortunate accidents will befall our beloved heroines.” Waverly laughed and Darkpoet looked on in horror as Waverly’s face changed subtly into that of the mysterious knight that was believed killed in the raid on the Radian Heart’s stronghold. Darkpoet now understood the depth of Waverly’s malevolence. How many other characters in that tale were none other than his new traveling companion?
The two men packed up and set of in search of the flames…
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
jennabard silently cursed her luck. right in front of her is anomen, a knight she once adored, looking quite smug. with him are his hobgoblin patrol and someone who looked like a mage.
jennabard simply smiled back at all of them. anomen, unsure what the smile mean, decided to start being evil.
"i was hoping for more of a challenge, but i guess, you'll have to do, lady bard." he sneered.
'i'm going enjoy killing him' jenna thought as her temper began to rise."frankly, anomen, you never could handle me, and right now i'm way out of your league."
smiling ever so sweetly, jennabard raised both her hands and attack both anomen and the mage with bolts of magical energy. with both stunned from the shock, she made quick work of the hobgoblins. the mage and anomen (who is confused and pissed cause jennabard was supposed to be one of the weaker flames)began to cast spells. the mage cast magic missle which jenna quickly absorbed. enjoying the look of shock, jenna continue her attack until, an evil presence was felt. jenna's eyes widen....'no, not HIM...what would HE want with anomen?'
once again jennabard began to panic, anomen, used this opportunity to attack with his mace. paralyzed by fear, she could barely defend herself.
he swung his mace and jenna went crashing into a tree. anger finally overcame fear. anomen was about to attack once again, but something stopped him, he turned his head as if he's listening to someone. "i'm to take you back to camp, lady bard. the master has plans for you."
"you'll have to catch me first, puppet. i'm not going anywhere with you." jenna grasped. with what little energy she had, jenna created a portal and stepped through.
anomen winced and fell to his knees, "the master is displeased, i must capture her. mage, divine her location now or forefit your life."
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jennabard simply smiled back at all of them. anomen, unsure what the smile mean, decided to start being evil.
"i was hoping for more of a challenge, but i guess, you'll have to do, lady bard." he sneered.
'i'm going enjoy killing him' jenna thought as her temper began to rise."frankly, anomen, you never could handle me, and right now i'm way out of your league."
smiling ever so sweetly, jennabard raised both her hands and attack both anomen and the mage with bolts of magical energy. with both stunned from the shock, she made quick work of the hobgoblins. the mage and anomen (who is confused and pissed cause jennabard was supposed to be one of the weaker flames)began to cast spells. the mage cast magic missle which jenna quickly absorbed. enjoying the look of shock, jenna continue her attack until, an evil presence was felt. jenna's eyes widen....'no, not HIM...what would HE want with anomen?'
once again jennabard began to panic, anomen, used this opportunity to attack with his mace. paralyzed by fear, she could barely defend herself.
he swung his mace and jenna went crashing into a tree. anger finally overcame fear. anomen was about to attack once again, but something stopped him, he turned his head as if he's listening to someone. "i'm to take you back to camp, lady bard. the master has plans for you."
"you'll have to catch me first, puppet. i'm not going anywhere with you." jenna grasped. with what little energy she had, jenna created a portal and stepped through.
anomen winced and fell to his knees, "the master is displeased, i must capture her. mage, divine her location now or forefit your life."
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sleep takes a vacation when baby is in the house.
The ten doppelgangers hasted themselves (of course!! ) and rushed the group. Loner's knees went weak, but she held the Katana as well as she could. Just as Vivien cast haste on the party, four of the creatures were consumed in a sudden burst of flame. When their charred carcasses fell, Dragon Wench was standing there, with another firebreath bottle ready in her hand. "Good thing I caught up when I did," she said.
) and rushed the group. Loner's knees went weak, but she held the Katana as well as she could. Just as Vivien cast haste on the party, four of the creatures were consumed in a sudden burst of flame. When their charred carcasses fell, Dragon Wench was standing there, with another firebreath bottle ready in her hand. "Good thing I caught up when I did," she said.Arriving at the camp of the Dark Flames, Darkpoet and Waverly found it empty, but the embers in the fire and gear strewn about made it clear that it was still in use. Perhaps they had gone to collect firewood or food, Waverly mused. The two infiltrators looked for all the word like a pair of gallant paladins. Waverly was at a loss as to what an actually ally would do upon being greeted by an empty camp. He was tempted to sift through their tents looking for amusement… or frilly garments… but nixed the idea, at least for the moment, so he made himself busy getting the fire started.
It seemed to him Darkpoet looked a bit conflicted, coming back to his friends only to betray them. Waverly reminded him, “They will be glad to see you, and you will act the same. Now go fetch some kindling, your sad puppy dog face is making me wonder about your intentions.”
[ooc: OK, all. Your new friends are back at camping waiting for you ]
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It seemed to him Darkpoet looked a bit conflicted, coming back to his friends only to betray them. Waverly reminded him, “They will be glad to see you, and you will act the same. Now go fetch some kindling, your sad puppy dog face is making me wonder about your intentions.”
[ooc: OK, all. Your new friends are back at camping waiting for you
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Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Loner's morale was nearly gone when Vivien cast Resist Fear. Then Loner and Kramor together charged the six remaining doppelgangers and sliced two of them to pieces. That left four. Gwalchmai peppered them with arrows, and soon the others had made mince out of the creatures. A hobgoblin nearby snorted and turned over in his sleep. The party then decided that it might be a good idea to split, and made a quiet way back to the camp.
When they got there, Darkpoet was waiting for them, with another paladin. Everyone greeted DP, was happy to see him.
But later, Loner approached Thantor.
"Master," she said. "I know I'm out of practice...but I can't help but feel, something is not right here."
{OOC Err...this was really abbreviated. Y'all let me know if this is okay and if not I'll fix it}
When they got there, Darkpoet was waiting for them, with another paladin. Everyone greeted DP, was happy to see him.
But later, Loner approached Thantor.
"Master," she said. "I know I'm out of practice...but I can't help but feel, something is not right here."
{OOC Err...this was really abbreviated. Y'all let me know if this is okay and if not I'll fix it}
Kramor greeted Dp and the other paladin. But, had a funny feeling about him. Something seemed familiar, about him. He was going to keep his eye on him, even if... Dp knew him. Kramor went to go clean his sword and sharpen it. He started to pull himself from the group, he didn't trust Thantor either. Master or no.......
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Kramor patroled the outside of the camp. He wanted to be left alone, there was an uneasy feeling for him there. He made his way further, walking along he found an old trail. Which took him into some ruins, he figured they had to be over hundred years old. As Kramor walked along the old buildings in awe, he walked into a hole......
When he came too, he hoped he didn't fall into a dry well. Gathering some dry moss and sticks, he lite a fire. He was amazed at what he found. Making himself a torch, he move along, hoping there was no bugs. Rows and rows of ancient armor, and weapons. Looking at the symbols, didn't reconize them. He found a large library, all of the books were written in a ancient Elf language, which he could't read. He desided to come back later, after they found Jennabard. Kramor vowed to keep this to himself, he wasn't even going to tell Loner, until Thantor was gone.
Kramor found his way out, camoflagued that and the hole, making sure no one else falls in it. Kramor also cover his tracks as he left, all the way back. That's when he ran into a party of Gibberlings, he went through them, cursing.
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When he came too, he hoped he didn't fall into a dry well. Gathering some dry moss and sticks, he lite a fire. He was amazed at what he found. Making himself a torch, he move along, hoping there was no bugs. Rows and rows of ancient armor, and weapons. Looking at the symbols, didn't reconize them. He found a large library, all of the books were written in a ancient Elf language, which he could't read. He desided to come back later, after they found Jennabard. Kramor vowed to keep this to himself, he wasn't even going to tell Loner, until Thantor was gone.
Kramor found his way out, camoflagued that and the hole, making sure no one else falls in it. Kramor also cover his tracks as he left, all the way back. That's when he ran into a party of Gibberlings, he went through them, cursing.
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