Log 1

This is Log 1 from September 17-02 to November 8-02

DM posted Message 11110

Dated : September 17, 2002 at 04:36 GMT
Subject: The Game

Hi all,
Please read the requirments for a character and then send one my way at [email protected].
I will take AT LEAST a week to read over ALL submitions. So don't panic when you don't hear
from me the day you send a character about being accepted. I am going to do my best to
get a good group of players AND characters.

Your T'ly,
Dark Hunt
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DM posted Message 11111

Dated : September 24, 2002 at 14:26 GMT
Subject: The Game Will Start Soon

Thank you to everyone who has submitted a character to me. I am currently checking each
one in detail and will make a decision on the party shortly. And as always, don't hesitate
to send me an email if you have any questions.

DH

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DM posted Message 11112

Dated : October 01, 2002 at 16:11 GMT
Subject: STATING :]

Ok! I have send off emails to all who sent a complete character to me about if they got
into the game or not.

As soon as I get everyone added to the board we will start the
adventure.

If you have a question about anything, please e-mail me at [email protected]

DH
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Blackthorn posted Message 11113

Dated : October 01, 2002 at 17:04 GMT
Subject: Re: STATING :]

I'm ready when you are!
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DM posted Message 11114

Dated : October 02, 2002 at 05:14 GMT
Subject: Pictures anyone?

I am updating the website for the game. If you have a pic that you want to use as your charatcer,
please email it to me. Its not something that is urgent or even has to be done, but it
would be nice touch.

Thanks!
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11115

Dated : October 02, 2002 at 13:31 GMT
Subject: Re: Pictures anyone?

I am no artist, but I can draw up a mean looking stick figure!
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Duncan posted Message 11116

Dated : October 02, 2002 at 20:51 GMT
Subject: Re: STATING :]

I'm ready as well
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DM posted Message 11117

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 04:45 GMT
Subject: In the Beginning it Rained

"By the Gods!" Dove whispers. "What sort of evil is this?" She turns to you with the
look of utter disbelief on her elfish face. Her furry companions press close to her
side looking for security from their friend.

Rubbing the last bit of sleep from
your eye you follow her stare to the strangely cast sky and black clouds swirl about the
towers of the same black castle that loomed in your dream.

Dove turns her attention to
you, "Friends, I must tell the Woodland Council of this most unsettling occurrence. While
I have lore of most all of the animals that roam these lands, the lore of mankind alludes
me. I am sure the Council will know who, or what, is behind this. Certainly it is evil,
just look at the land!" She points to the wilting greenery around your campsite. You
are positive that yesterday it was green and full from good spring rains and warm summer
days. The grass under your feet is visibly weathering, turning a sickly brown.

"Listen,"
she whispers tilting her head this way and that. "There are no bird calls. No bugs buzzing.
What could have silenced nature? Please, explore the lands and castle, if you feel
its safe. I will return as soon as I can with help and information. I am hoping that it
will only take me three days to return."

After everyone has agreed to help explore
the strange withering land and the appearance of the castle, Dove collects her things.
Her companions never then a few feet from her side appear to be very anxious to leave.

"Take
care! Watch your step!" Dove calls as she hurries off along the road heading toward Mannix
and farther north the Woodland Council.

You find yourself looking back to the
sky and its angry clouds. Hoping that maybe you are still dreaming, you begin to gather
your gear.

All thoughts of still sleeping vanish as a cold drizzle starts to
fall. From somewhere off in the distance there is a howl of a lone wolf.

OOC: Happy
playing!

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Blackthorn posted Message 11118

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 04:47 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

"Humph, elves." Blackthorn leans heavily on his battle axe. "Looks like we have something
to bash." The idea of an impending battle sparkles in his black eye. "So where should we
start? I say we go right for the castle and see who's home." He smiles a evil little grin.
"Who's with me?!" He scratches at his beard.

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Michelle posted Message 11119

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 11:03 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Michelle had been less than her usual bubbly self during the evening being somewhat cowed
by Dove who she imagined was infinitely older and wiser. Not that she'd say it out loud,
at least not the older part. She had offered food from one of the pouches, but her culinary
talents were rather average. After a couple decades in the kitchen of the Thieves' Guild
one might have thought the Elven girl's cooking could be describe with a compliment more
flattering than edible . One the other hand, perhaps that was exactly why the masters reassigned
her to other tasks.

The terrified camper awakened from the reverie to discover it
was indeed prophetic. As soon as Dove announced her plan to rush to the Woodland Council,
Michelle was quick to offer her company. But the ranger made no reply and hurried off,
leaving the girl stuck in the dying forest.

In response to Blackthorn's grunt Michelle
indignantly replies, "Yes, Elves. What of it?" But her bravado is short lived, and
she edges closer to the axeman.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11120

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 14:27 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar eyes his companions carefully and thoughtfully before replying, �Well, I
don�t know about elves, but Utar doesn�t back down from a fight; or a threatening dream,
no matter how realistic it seemed. I agree with Blackthorn: bashing seems like a
good idea.� Utar gathers his belongings checking to ensure his sword is free in its
scabbard and the arrows are at ready, his bow strung across his back.

Utar extinguishes
the fire from the night before, murmuring something about the ill comfort offered by
the fire.

He stops in his preparations and asks, �How will Dove find us if we leave
the area? Should we leave a note or something to let her know where we went?� After a
moments thought he added, �Perhaps we can use this place as a base of operations of
sorts?�

Finally, Utar is set and announces he is ready to join in the bashing.

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Duncan posted Message 11121

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 14:49 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Duncan stood for a moment in silence, his guantleted hand resting on the hilt of his
huge broad sword and his cold gray eyes examing the others in the forest.

"I don't
know what is going on here, but it has perked my interest. I say we go find out what's behind
this foul dilemma.."
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Michelle posted Message 11122

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 16:53 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Michelle replies to Utar, "Dove told us to explore the surrounding land and the castle.
If she doesn't find us outside, then she'll know that we're inside." She thought to
herself, ~Or dead.~

Whether or not the group uses the camp site as a base of operations,
the Elven girl gatheres up all her things intending to leave nothing behind. "C'mon, let's
get out of the rain." Michelle gives a tug on the fighter's sleeve. She is clearly eager
to move on but as usual is reluctant to lead the way.
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Duncan posted Message 11123

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 17:25 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Duncan glances at the small Elven girl with a smile and pulls the hood of his travelers cloak
over his helmet, "I agree with the good lady here. Standing in the rain is getting us
nowhere."

Walking to where his two horses are tied, Duncan unties his pack horse
and tethers the large roan horse to the saddle of his huge black war horse, then unties
that horse and leads them both out into the clearing.

"If any of you have equipment to
be stored, there is room in the pack saddle of old Horace here," nodding to roan horse.

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Utar the Willing posted Message 11124

Dated : October 03, 2002 at 18:20 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar glances at Sir Duncan, and says, �No offense, Sir Duncan, but I can carry all I
have. I would appreciate the offer in the future maybe?� Utar shoulders his backpack and
makes a mental note to purchase a cloak at the next available opportunity. He stops and
thinks before saying again, �You wouldn�t happen to have any oil for cleaning metal
would you? That I will need more then anything in the future, I fear.�

Looking to
Michelle, Utar smiles and agrees, �Yes. I suppose one who can win the friendship of
a displacer beast and indeed command the very animal itself can find her way to us,
eh?�

Utar addresses the rest of the party, �Lead or follow I care not what I do,
but we aren�t getting any drier standing here. Make yourselves ready and let�s see
who we can find at the castle.�

--Utar the Willing and Ready!
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Michelle posted Message 11125

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 10:21 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Michelle looks around at the humans, "Unless you can see in the dark, I suggest that
Angus lead the way with his battle axe. I'll follow a bit behind so as not to be disemboweled by
his backswing." She readies her short bow with a sheaf arrow then gives the short dwarf
a wink, "And he's the only one I can shoot over."

Traveling in the vanguard is
not entirely to the Elf's liking, but following the steeds has it's own smelly disadvantages.
Michelle turns to Duncan, "What will you do with the horses, when we enter the castle? In
the dream the dire wolves did not traverse the rocky base and yet ...."
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Duncan posted Message 11126

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 15:05 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Duncan looked down at the girl, "I shall leave Horace tethered to a tree and leave Ben
to guard the camp. He's a very loyal old horse and will not stray from our camp." Duncan
pats the massive on the neck, "Besides, Ole' Ben here could fight off a dozen wolves."

After quickly taking care of his horses, Duncan unsheathes his braod sword and falls
in step behind the Michelle.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11127

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 15:27 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar smile gets bigger and he laughs. "I will be happy to fall in behind the knight, so
long as Blackthorn leaves some bashing for me!"

Utar glances around the camp at
the others and asks if they are joining us or if they prefer to sit on their laurels like
children...

"... after all, even the *young* elven maid has got some...", Utar
begins to blush, catching himself from saying what he almost said before he continues, "well,
she's brave."

Clearing his throat, he falls in behind Sir Duncan. "Let's get
on our way."

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Michelle posted Message 11128

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 17:18 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Michelle looks back at Utar and warns with mock severity, "Careful Utar." Her gaze
drops from his face, lower, "Unless you intend lending me yours." As her short skirt
clearly conceals neither weapon nor unnatural endowment, the girl sheathes a
dagger in each of her boots. She nods in agreement with the young Human fighter, "Yes,
let's get on our way." Her short bow angles out with its tip coming dangerously close
to goosing the bearded one. "Humph, dwarves. One wonders what it takes to get them moving."

Sotto
voce, "Perhaps, Sir Duncan, the others feel safer in camp. Where they can be protected by
your noble steed." She giggles impolitely as the laggards stow their belongings.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11129

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 17:24 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar makes every attempt not to laugh, but he is just too overcome by the elf's words and
begins to laugh aloud.

His face reddens more by the strain of the laughter and
a tear begins to roll down his cheek.

Between laughing spurts he thanks Michelle for
lightening the dour mood the dreams and rain and mysterious castle have brought on
the party.

--Utar the blissful
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Duncan posted Message 11130

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 19:47 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Duncan smiles at Utar and Michelle, shaking his head and then places his great helm
on. Only the twinkle of his gray eyes can be seen through the eye slits as he turns back
to the trail ahead.

"If you two are through.... We should get going..."
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11131

Dated : October 04, 2002 at 21:59 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar falls in step behind the armored knight and once again checks his sword and arrows.
He silently offers a prayer to every god he knows for their protection and guidance in
this endeavor.

In his head he wonders if the dream was just in fact a dream and maybe,
just maybe, who, or what, they find in the castle will offer them shelter. But in his
heart he knows that the group will more than likely have to do some fighting before they
can again have shelter.

--Utar
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Blackthorn posted Message 11132

Dated : October 05, 2002 at 14:46 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

�How will Dove find us? She's an elf!" Blackthorn smiles. "They be a tricky sort. She'll
find us I bet." His smiles fades as he actually thinks about what Utar said. "Yeah, maybe
we could use this as a base." He steps closer to Utar and whispers, "you can read?"
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Blackthorn posted Message 11133

Dated : October 05, 2002 at 15:01 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

"You say'n I'm short?!" Blackthorn growls. He takes a menacing step towards Michelle then
stops. "Well, you're right!" He laughs heartily as he takes the led and heads towards the
castle.
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Michelle posted Message 11134

Dated : October 05, 2002 at 15:35 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

At Blackthorn's outburst Michelle stumbles backwards into Duncan. "Eeek," she
squeaks until the dwarf starts to laugh. Flushed with embarrassment at having been
taken in, she makes a half-hearted attempt to poke Blackthorn with the tip of her bow,
"Rascal. You'll pay for that."

A few paces back the Elf follows the Dwarf into the
forest between the clearing and the tower. Her bow is ready but not drawn. In the rain
a slip of the finger might turn one of the party into a pincushion.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11135

Dated : October 05, 2002 at 21:31 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar frowns at the dwarf. In dwarven he replies in the same conspiritorial tone, "Nay...
but whay are we whispering?"

--Utar
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Utar The Willing posted Message 11136

Dated : October 07, 2002 at 23:14 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Utar takes one last look around the camp before he turns to leave...

...and abruptly
bumps into Sir Duncan. A bit surprised, Duncan twirls to ask what was wrong with Utar.
In his haste, his sword's scabard swings free on it's belt and smacks Michelle in
the back. Being a petite elvin maiden, she is shoved forward. She had no time, unfortunately for
Blackthorn, to withdraw her bow and it's tip pokes sharply into Blackthorns left butt
cheek.

With yells of displeasure, they all eye Utar with stares of impatient disdain.

"What?" he asks sheepishly. "What'd I do?"

With that the dwarf leads off
into the darkness toward the castle. Slowly Michelle turns and Duncan after her. Utar
eyes teh group a bit, giving them room to move ahead before he follows, pulling up
the rear.

--Utar the impatient and ready bash Wolves...
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Duncan posted Message 11137

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 01:27 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Duncan strains to see in the darkness but doesn't have much success. The thought of
lighting a torch crosses his mind, but if they were going to sneak up on a wizard, that
wouldn't work.

"Michelle, I will have to walk very close to you in this dark rain,
otherwise I'll be lost for sure."
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DM posted Message 11138

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 04:39 GMT
Subject: To The Castle

The air feels different as the party makes their way towards the castle. Its dark towers
can always be seem over the tree tops.

    The first thing you notice is the foliage has
withered away and fallen from the branches. The absence of the bird calls is almost deafening.
Again you hear a lone wolf call, but this time it is closer. It makes your heart skip a
beat, but not enough to make you truly worry about seeing the animal that made the call.

Unlike your dreams, nothing chases you to the doors of the castle. The hard wood doors
are set into dark stone. You reach out for the iron ring, but before you touch it, the
doors swing open.

    From the doorway you can easily see most of the large entrance room.
there are tapestries hanging on each wall. They depict a story. The first one shows a
city burning and people dieing at the hands of great demon lord. The second shows of
a great war where all the races stand side by side fighting a demon and its minions. The
third has heroes defeating the demon and imprisoning it back to the underworld where
it came. The fourth has a great feast in the heroes honor.

   There are also six pillars
with suits of full plate armor standing at their feet. The armor holds a long sword point
down. The armor shines brightly with a black edging.

   The room is lit by ornate candle
holders on the pillars, holding no less then twenty candles. The light illuminates the
room in an gentle glow.

   The is no sign of what opened the door or
the master of
the castle. The air is dry and has a faint smell of mold.

   In the awed silence you
can make out a harp playing so faintly you wonder if you heard it at all. A breeze causes
the candles to flicker and the music stops, though the haunting music echoes in you
mind.

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Michelle posted Message 11139

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 07:12 GMT
Subject: Re: In the Beginning it Rained

Michelle nods to Duncan, "As you say. But stay to my right to keep your sword arm free.
If we are attacked, I shall retreat to your left side." She calls forward to the Axeman,
"Angus, are you left handed?"
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Michelle posted Message 11140

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 07:35 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

The passage through the forest is anticlimactic given the collective nightmare. The
Elf notes the afflicted foliage and mutters, "Can there be any doubt that the castle is
at the heart of this malady?"

When the great doors of the castle swing open Michelle
draws back and crouches down as through expecting to be greeted by a fusillade of
arrows. But the lit interior is suspiciously inviting. "Hold, Angus," she urges the
Dwarf. "Let me look about first, and do not let me be trapped inside."

The rogue inspects
the threshold and the hinges wary of any pressure plates or tripwires. She seeks the
mechanism by which the portal was opened though she suspects magic involved. If
there is nothing mechanical for her to disarm, Michelle will cautiously enter giving
the others a running commentary on what she senses. In particular she looks first for
windows through which she might escape from the castle should the unseen host decide
to slam the door closed on her and put out the lights.

Examining the third and fourth
tapestries in particular she considers whether the heroes depicted correspond in
number and race to the armor on display.
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Duncan posted Message 11141

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 13:38 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Duncan gripped his broad sword and adjusted his shield as he strained to see in the
darkness. Out of instinct, he glanced to his left and right, watching for attack. Something
wasn't right. It was as if they had been expected. Duncan said a quiet prayer to his
god, then looked to the group.

"Be on your guard, good people, this place smells of
evil..."

OOC:DM, How much light is there? Also, Duncan will be monitering for
evil..
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11142

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 14:56 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Utar stares dumbly at the elf as she bends to her search. To himself he wonders, 'how
does she all of a sudden have the courage?'

With a cursory glance around he follows
the elf in slowly, being sure to walk where she walked so he wouldn't step on any traps
she might have left. He peers into the suits of armor as he passes, eyeing each one and
then compares the armies on the tapestries, attempting to tell if any suit of armor matches
the suits on the tapestries.

"It's spooky," he whispers. "But that doesn't mean
it's evil. I used to scare my younger siblings as a boy, but that didn't make me evil." His
voice brings little comfort to his feelings though as again he checks to make sure his
sword is clear in it's scabbard.

"Does anyone recognize the story in the tapestries?" he
asks as he himself tries to recall if he heard of such battles. "Sir Duncan, do any of
these suits of armor ring a bell with you as to who they may have belonged to? Blackthorn, can
you tell anything from the stonework of the castle? Made by dwarves or even influenced by
them?"

As Utar falls silent the last thing heard is a soft *clink* as Utar again checks
his sword in it's scabbard.

--Utar
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Duncan posted Message 11143

Dated : October 08, 2002 at 23:10 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Duncan shakes his head, "No, I have not seen this style of armor before, but the tapestries
are slightly familiar. I may have seen them in a religious scroll somewhere before.."
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11144

Dated : October 09, 2002 at 21:15 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Utar after, a second short look around the room, decides what has happened so far feels
to much to him like an illegal entry. While Utar hasn't always been one to follow the
law, he also doesn't want to appear to be an evil person.

Utar calls out, "Hello! We
sought shelter from the cold and rain and found this castle to be inviting." As an
afterthought he adds, "The door opened by itself, so we felt it an invitation. Please,
if we are intruding, let us know and we will gladly leave! If not, we would love to meet
the owner of this wonderful castle!"

Utar has never liked lying, but to say they
would 'gladly leave' seemed like the best way to apologize for barging into the castle,
and saying they would 'love to meet' seemed the best way to get the owners attention.

Under
his breath he adds, "And if we are really lucky, we get to kill something evil and nasty
from the deal."

--Utar
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Khord posted Message 11145

Dated : October 09, 2002 at 21:59 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Leaning against the door jam with his arms folded across his chest, Khord chuckles softly
at Utar's introduction and reasoning "Sounds like a good introduction to me..." he
scans the room again for anything he may have missed, but remains leaning at ease.

After a
moment he smiles �Well, either no one�s home� or we�re not standing on the trap door
yet.�

OOC: Sorry I'm late. {sheepish grin} My ISP hasn't been happy for a
few days...
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Duncan posted Message 11146

Dated : October 10, 2002 at 01:32 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Duncan cringes as Utar yells into the castle, "That's not exactly what I had in mind....
But I guess it can't be undone now."

Gripping his sword tighter, "Khord and I
are the most heavily armed, we should go in first..."
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11147

Dated : October 10, 2002 at 13:23 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Utar ponders this... "Not a bad idea!" he says. Then turning toward the elf already in
the main room he says, "Michelle, maybe Duncan and Khord can go in before you do... wait...
you already are in... hmmm..."

Utar shrugs and continues following the elf as
she checks for traps and the like. Utar falls quiet finally and listens for either the
eerie harp to start up again or for the sound of footsteps coming up the hallways.

Once
again the soft *clink* as Utar checks his swords clearance in the scabbard.
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Michelle posted Message 11148

Dated : October 11, 2002 at 03:34 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Just as Utar decides that Michelle is in, she comes hurrying back past him. His announcement
is contrary to her usual modus operandi of silence and stealth. She waits in the doorway
with bow ready surveying the dark forest outside. Though uncomfortably silhouetted against
the lit hallway she seeks partial cover behind the edge of the door. The Elf calls out
to the laggards, "Are you coming inside or staying without?"

She comments, "Since
the door is wide open it seems that we are welcome. Nevertheless perhaps it would be
wise to make a scouting tour around the circumference of the castle. At least we may
gauge its size and aspects."
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Duncan posted Message 11149

Dated : October 11, 2002 at 14:25 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Duncan looks at Michelle, nods and winks, and then moves into the room. Sword and shield
ready, he moves to stand near the Elf.

"As always, little sister, you speak with
wisdom.."
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11150

Dated : October 11, 2002 at 15:20 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Utar reamains inside the first hall, against the wall and in some shadows. He continues to
listen for the approach of footsteps.

At the first sign of them he remains still
and stops all noises. Including the soft *clink* made from checking his sword.

Carefully
and methodically Utar surveys his surroundings to best determine how to react if
the initial meeting turns deadly. He doesn't want to be left with his proverbial pants
down if he needs to fight, or flee.

--Utar
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Khord posted Message 11151

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 04:17 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

     Khord looks to Utar, and nods in silent agreement. He strides forward to directly behind
Duncan. "Do you want to be sword or shield?" he asks. When answered, he steps to his
own position. (Either prime or off hand for Duncan, dependent on whether Khord is
to be shield bearer or attacker.)

     Khord looks to Duncan when in position, �Ready.�
he hisses through clenched teeth..
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Blackthorn posted Message 11152

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 05:21 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

Blackthorn looks about the room and then at his fellow party members. With a shrug he
readies his axe and enters. Hopeing that something or one wiil jump out at them.
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Blackthorn posted Message 11153

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 05:23 GMT
Subject: Re: To The Castle

OOC: If nothing does jump out, Blackthorn will check out the armor against the pillars.

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DM posted Message 11154

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 05:38 GMT
Subject: Nothing Moved

Silence hangs think in the air after the echoes die. The wind picks up suddenly from
out side howling around eves and rattles windows. Somewhere in the vas keep a door slams
shut. You can hear your own foot steps as you enter.

The room is found to be free from
any type of trap as you search it.   The candles actually give off quiet a bit of light, though
it seems to not totally touch into the corners.

Two door appear to be the only exit
from the room. Both are large solid wooden doors. One door against the West wall and
the other against the East wall. Next to the door on the West wall in a small stand. There
is a single drawer in it. The stand is a dark wood and has been sculpted to have wolves circling
its sides and base. Against the North wall is a stone fireplace made of gray rock, which
is impressive against the darker, almost black, rock of the walls. There are also two
good-sized fern plants on either side of the door. The plants are green and well tended.

As
nothing attacked the party, or introduced themselves, Blackthorn examines the
suits of armor. You have to admit that they are well made by some skilled hands. They
all are sized from humans.

Closer inspection of the tapestries reveals nothing new,
just that they are all well made.

Everyone notices that there is no dust on any
thing.

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Michelle posted Message 11155

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 06:16 GMT
Subject: Re: Nothing Moved

Michelle shudders slightly as the wind whips her cloak around and chills her bare legs
and midriff. At least she tells herself it's just the cold. "Perhaps I was wrong. The
castle is not the source of the problem but some kind of refuge." She pauses for another
moment of thought, "Unless it is drawing life from the surrounding land to feed some
malevolent hunger." Such things are beyond her ken though, and she looks about for
the wiser wizards. She peers into the darkness outside, "Are we all here? Were there
not more of us before?" She looks to the powerful fighters, "Let's not go outside after
all. Come, help me shut these doors." Clearly the girl is not averse to changing her
mind, several times if needs be. Whether her babbling reflects wisdom, as Duncan is
so generous to allow, is anyone's guess.

-----

The armor has little interest for
the Elf. It is too large to wear, too heavy to carry off as booty and too noisy for any
thief. Hoping the adage "good things come in small packages" proves true, Michelle inspects
the small stand next to door in the West wall. From a distance she pokes at it with her
long sword seeking to move it slightly and reveal or disprove any connection to the
floor or wall behind. If nothing untoward happens and she detects no traps, she ties
a length of silk rope to the drawer pull and opens it while hiding behind the nearest pillar.

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Duncan posted Message 11156

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 13:42 GMT
Subject: Re: Nothing Moved

Duncan looks at the armor, clearly impressed. It's even his size, but he shakes his
head and steps away. It would be against his code to take the finely crafted armor.

At Michelle's request, he moves to the door to the outside and pulls it shut. He then
stands in the middle of the room, "Well, shall we find out if anyone is home?"
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar The Willing posted Message 11157

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 17:43 GMT
Subject: Re: Nothing Moved

Utar chortles at Duncan's statement. After all, his little "announcement" was meant
to do just that.

Addressing the party he says, "The elf seems to want to investigate the
dresser on the west wall. I say, for safety sake, we pick a direction, like 'to the right'
and stay going that direction at every turn. That would mean we go into the door on
the east side here." to demonstrate Utar walks to the door on the east wall and attempts to
open it.

If it is locked, he asks Michelle if she can open it quietly. If in the event
Michelle cannot open it quietly (and no one else can either) Utar will resort to what
he knows best: his brute strength, forcing the door open with a kick.

"Sorry for
the noise just a moment ago. That dream and this castle have me on edge, as I am sure most
of you are as well. I vote we move into the next part of this castle instead of waiting for
our gracious host to make an appearance. Who's with me?"

In the silence that follows
a soft *clink* issues from Utar's scabbard.

--Utar
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Khord posted Message 11158

Dated : October 12, 2002 at 19:21 GMT
Subject: Re: Nothing Moved

Khord stands quietly in the corner of the room watching from the shadows, waiting for
the party to decide what's next...or have it decided for them by the inhabitants of
the castle...
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Michele posted Message 11159

Dated : October 13, 2002 at 09:22 GMT
Subject: Re: Nothing Moved

Michelle hisses at Khord, "Hey, soldier, what do you make of this? Is there any magic
about?" She flutters her fingers in the air. "I though you knew some of that hocus pocus
stuff."

----------

If Utar needs her help, Michelle will certainly do
her best after oiling the latch mechanism and hinges.
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Khord posted Message 11160

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 05:08 GMT
Subject: Hocus, pocus, we're gonna croakus...? No, that's not right...

Khord peers intently around the room, the eye slit of his helm glowing an eerie silver.
"Hmm.. You just want the enchanted objects listed, eh?" Khord takes a deep breath,"The candelabras,
the suits of armour, the swords for the armour, the doors we just came through, the
small table near the door on the west wall has an enchanted drawer, something in the
soil of that potted plant over there, actually, the very stonework of this keep is
enchanted. All of it." Khord winds down,

"In fact, about the only thing NOT enchanted"
he points leisurely at the floor by his foot, "is that bug."
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Michelle posted Message 11161

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 07:49 GMT
Subject: Re: Hocus, pocus, we're gonna croakus...? No, that's not right...

[OOC: I resign from this game. Best of luck to all of you.]
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Blackthorn posted Message 11162

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 14:51 GMT
Subject: Re: Nothing Moved

The dwarf nods. "East is good with me." He stops messing with the armor after he lurns
that they are magical. "Ah, lets go." He readies his trusty axe and goes to the EAST door.
He listens for only a breif moment and then opens the door...
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DM posted Message 11163

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 15:12 GMT
Subject: To the East

Blackthorn opens the door with no ill effects. Beyond lies a hallway with doors leading
off on either side. There are two doors on the North wall, one on the South and one on
the far East.

For a brief moment the music from the harp can be heard ever so faintly.
It almost sounds sad as its cords fade.

The smell of cooking food wafts from the
door to the South. The fragrance of bread and meat mix with a sweet smell of cakes and
pies. It makes your mouth water.

As Blackthorn steps into the hall, he stops and
listens. He turns back to the party and whispers, �I think there is someone sleeping in
that last room other there.� He motions to the second door on the North wall. �I heard
a snore.�

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DM posted Message 11164

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 15:12 GMT
Subject: OOC:

OOC: You will be missed :(
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Blackthorn posted Message 11165

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 15:16 GMT
Subject: Re: To the East

"Sleeping on the job, I'd say! I'm going to go wake the slob up." He has a bit of a wry smile
as he hefts his axe. He stakes down the hall to the second door on the North side. He
stops with his hand on the handle listening for more snoring or other sounds.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11166

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 16:46 GMT
Subject: Re: To the East

Utar grins at Blackthorn's enthusiasm as he follows the dwarf into the hallway. Before
joining Blackthorn on the last door to the left, he listens intently on the first door
to the right, in the south wall. If hearing nothing, he does the same to the door on
the left, in the north wall.

If hearing nothing in either door, he joins Blackthorn at
the last door on the left.

If Utar hears anything he will pause a moment to determine if
he knows what it is.

Utar feels a bit insulted by the sleeping person; after all,
he called out a greeting and was met by no one, and here sleeps what they have found to
be the closest person to them. �Perhaps this lazy person needs some lessons on what
it means to have manners in the face of guests, eh, Blackthorn? Let�s be the ones to
teach him!� Utar hisses in a whisper to Blackthorn.

Utar for once removes his
hand from his sword and tightens his gloves on his hands. Utar falls still and nods to
Blackthorn, silently reassuring the dwarf as if to say, I am ready when you are, friend.

Utar then eyes the hallway behind them and waits for Duncan and Khord to join them.

--Utar

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Duncan posted Message 11167

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 21:37 GMT
Subject: Re: To the East

Duncan follows his new companions, his stomach grumbling as he smelled the aroma of
the food. He had fogotten how hungry he was with all the excitement recently, but now
his stomach was reminding him.

Duncan moved slowly, watching the hallway as
he moved.
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DM posted Message 11168

Dated : October 14, 2002 at 22:28 GMT
Subject: The Sleep Men

Blackthorn waits a moment for Duncan and Utar to join him before opening the door with
his battle axe readied for action.

The room is the sleep quarters for the men at
arms. You all know this as there are two sound a sleep on cots. At the foot of an empty cot
is a guard, aslo sound asleep.

There are seven beds total. The men are on opposite sides
of the room. They do not stur are the door opens. In fact they seem to be in a very deep sleep.
One lets out a snort and turns over away from you.

(OOC: I am posting from work. Please
forgive the spelling)
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Khord posted Message 11169

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 02:15 GMT
Subject: re:OOC: Leaving

err...

I certainly hope it wasn't something I said...? :(
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Duncan posted Message 11170

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 02:23 GMT
Subject: Re: The Sleep Men

Duncan looks at the sleeping men, then to Blackthorn and whispers, "Whether these me
are asleep on thier own accord or whether it be a magical sleep, I say we let them lie
until we searched more of this strange place."
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Khord posted Message 11171

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 02:40 GMT
Subject: Re: To the East

Sheathing his large sword in favour of his short (for the anticipated close quarters work),
Khord creeps along the corridor behind Utar, ready to back him up as needed. He adjusts
the buckles on his shield arm absentmindedly while he waits...

Something bad's
gonna happen. It always does. he thinks grimly.
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Khord posted Message 11172

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 02:46 GMT
Subject: Re: The Sleep Men

"I think that may be problematic later...but I don't like the idea of slaying them in
their sleep..." Khord whispers in return. He awaits a response from the others.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar The Willing posted Message 11173

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 02:54 GMT
Subject: Re: The Sleep Men

Utar thinks better of attacking sleeping men. His idea was the snoring belonged to
a lazy servant.

"I concur with Sir Duncan," Utar whispers. "Maybe there is a
servant we can get answers from in the kitchens. These men don't seem to be going anywhere
for the time being."

Utar slowly backs up and heads toward the door to the south. His
stomach too growls softly at the thought that breakfast is likely imminent.

Utar shakes
his thoughts of food away and a soft *clink* is heard above the snores as Utar once again
checks his swords clearance in the scabbard.

When he reaches the kitchen door,
he listens for sounds of servants before opening the door.

--Utar
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Blackthorn posted Message 11174

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 15:40 GMT
Subject: Re: The Sleep Men

"Fine" Blackthorn snarles and backs out of the room without taking his eyes off the
sleeping men and thier dog. "I hope that not everyone is sound asleep..." He grumbles to
himself watching the people as the door closes.
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11175

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 16:20 GMT
Subject: The Kitchen

The four head back to the door on the South wall. The smell of a cooking meal grows stronger
as you near the door. Blackthorn steps forward taking the lead to open the door. He
steps in with axe raised in attack. Stopping his shoulders slump. With a sigh he says,
"There's no one in here." He moves farther into the room to let the others in.

The room
is the kitchen. There are three large wooden tables filled with fruits, meats, and
other mouth-watering foods. There is a fireplace against the South wall. The fire
is burning brightly heating a large bubbling kettle. There is only one other light source,
besides the fireplace, next to the door you just entered. The walls have odd shadows dancing
about the walls. Watching them closer you notice that they are not all casted but what�s
in the room. The shadows move back and forth between the tables and the fireplace. Some
seem to carry things between the two. The forms are too obscure to tell what or who they
are.

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Blackthorn posted Message 11176

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 16:22 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

"At least there is something to eat," He grabs a large chunk of meat and starts to eat.
"Wonder what those funny shadows are," he says between bits, not to worried about them
or what might be making them.
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Khord posted Message 11177

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 16:59 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

Khord watches the shadows for a moment, wondering why he almost missed them. Must be
slipping... he shrugs to himself and picks up a chunk of meat as well, sniffs at it,
and pops it in his mouth.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar the Willing posted Message 11178

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 19:14 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

Utar stares at Khord and Blackthorn with a mildly disgusted look on his face. In a
tone matching the look on his face he says, "I care not to steal food from anyone, much
less food prepared by ghosts! It is rude to take what is not yours, gentlemen, unless it
has been offered to you."

To test his theory, Utar walks into the path of one of
the shadows to determine if he can feel the cold air ghosts tend to leave behind. He
watches the shadows dance as he walks in their paths to see if they react to his presence.

As the
smell of food penetrates his thoughts again, he reluctantly reaches into his sack
for some of his rations. He offers some to Duncan and says, "Unless you prefer to take
the food on the tables as well?" Utar's tone betraying again his distaste for the other's
eating the food belonging to the castle's occupant.

Utar turns to investigate the
kettle. He sniffs tentatively what is boiling, picks up the serving ladle nearby and
gives the mixture a stir.

--Utar
***************** End Of Article ******************

Duncan posted Message 11179

Dated : October 15, 2002 at 23:10 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

Duncan watches the two start eating. He was going to suggest that they not eat the food,
because it might have something to do witht he sleeping guards, but it was too late for
that.

Though his stomach protests, Duncan waits to see if there are any ill effects
on his companions but he eats..
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Khord posted Message 11180

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 03:41 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

Khord looks incredulously at Utar for a moment before switching to an openly bemused expression,
"But of course, you're right...", he cheerfully tosses the remainder of the small morsel
he had been nibbling on into the fireplace.

He leans casually against a wall, eyes
scanning the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary - beyond the "ghosts".

***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11181

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 05:19 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

"Gentlemen? Oh yeah? Well, if everyone is asleep or ghosts, then they wont miss a
few bites." Blackthorn says between bites. He stuff a few rolls into his pack. "For
later," he grumbles and heads back into the hallway.
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11182

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 05:28 GMT
Subject: The Shadows

Utar walks into the path of one of the shadows and feels a faint breeze as if someone walked
by quickly. There is no cold or feeling of dread. Beyond that the shadows do not react
to Utar's prescience.

Utar turns his investigation to the boiling kettle. Sniffing
the mixture makes his stomach grown hungrily. At the stew is stirred there are bits
of meat out bones floats to the surface along with verity of vegetables.

***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11183

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 05:32 GMT
Subject: Re: The Shadows

Blackthorn leans against the wall munching away on his food. ~~I should take care of
those sleeping idots,,~~ He doesn't move, choosing to eat instead of bashing...for the
moment.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11184

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 06:53 GMT
Subject: Re: The Kitchen

Seeing the front doors to the castle open, Daniel quickly ducks in to escape the rain.
Pulling back his damp hood, he 'hmms' thoughtfully to himself as he gazes around the
entryway. Catching a whiff of something good cooking down the hallway, he heads in
that direction, where he soon runs into Blackthorn. Dropping his heavy maul to the
floor and leaning nonchalantly on the handle, he flashes a smirk at the dwarf. "What's
a little guy like you doing living way out here? I thought your kind kept to the underground. The
name's Daniel." He extends a gloved hand, offering a greeting. He nods off in the direction
of the kitchen, "Mind if I grab a bite to eat? I'm starving."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar the Willing posted Message 11185

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 18:50 GMT
Subject: Re: The Shadows

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, Utar turns from the kettle and hisses in displeasure at
his companions, "If you are done, let's continue to the room across the hallway. I
assume it to be a dining hall of some sort, judging from the location of this kitchen. Though
I have been wrong in the past."

Having said this, he stalks from the kitchen and
meeting Daniel on the way in to the kitchen, he pauses a moment to assess the new person.
He issues a greeting: "Hail and well met! I am Utar. Are you the master of this castle?"
and offers his hand in a show of peace.

--Utar
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11186

Dated : October 16, 2002 at 20:05 GMT
Subject: Re: The Shadows

Daniel smiles at Utar and shakes his hand. "Me? No." He then wanders over to the table
and drops heavily into a chair. "I am merely a simple wanderer." He pauses for a moment
to look over the rest of the group, taking a little extra time sizing up Duncan. "Obviously
none of you are the master of this place either. So, why are you here?"
***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11187

Dated : October 17, 2002 at 01:01 GMT
Subject: New Comer

Blackthorn looks at Daniel wondering what this man is smoking. "I don't own this keep,"
pausing he thinks that it wouldn't be a bad idea. "Nice maul. I'm Blackthorn. Eat what
ever you want. Mind them shadows though, they seem to ignore us, but you can never be
too careful." He fallows Daniel back into the kitchen. "So what are you doing here? We
came here to see what's causing the land to die and made this place appear." He throws his
bone into the fire and reachs for a new peice of meat.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11188

Dated : October 17, 2002 at 01:04 GMT
Subject: Re: The Shadows

"We're help'n an elf lass. This place just appeared over night. And something is
causing the plants to wither and die." He grabs a few more rolls and stuffs them into
his pack.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11189

Dated : October 17, 2002 at 05:33 GMT
Subject: Re: The Shadows

Daniel leans back and stretches out more comfortably. "Really? Sounds spooky!" Before
popping another tender morsel in his mouth, he snaps his fingers and points at Blackthorn.
"Tell you what . . . if you fellahs make it worth my time, I might just be able to help you
get some of the answers you seek. I have certain . . . knowledges . . . of the dark arts." He
then gestures at Duncan, "I'm sure glory-boy here has heard some of the more interesting tales
of my sect, and will vouch for my . . . talents." With that, he continues his meal, awaiting
a decision from the group.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11190

Dated : October 17, 2002 at 05:38 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

"Me? I'm just trying to escape the rain."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Khord posted Message 11191

Dated : October 18, 2002 at 04:33 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

"Commendable...truly." Khord speaks up from the side of the room, "But honestly, wouldn't
a more altruistic reason sound better? I mean, there's a dark imposing castle that
appeared outta nowhere, the foliage in the area is spontaneously dying - all heralding the
arrival of a great evil!" Khord glares a Daniel, "Pick one!"

"Or maybe just here
to see what loot you can grab, eh?"

***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11192

Dated : October 18, 2002 at 04:56 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

"Funny . . . looks to me like your rag-tag group of miscreants are more equipped to
do some heavy pillaging. And I'm no common thief. I will grant you this though . .
. this 'great evil' you speak of peaks my interest. Please, go on." Daniel leans foreward
and listens intently to whatever anyone has to say on the matter.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Khord posted Message 11193

Dated : October 18, 2002 at 13:32 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

"Oh, I don't know. That's a helluva lockpick your carrying!" Khord continues to
lean where he is, eyeing Daniel's maul."At any rate, I wasn't judging your motives, just
posing an option. As to the situation, I'll defer to Sir Duncan on matters of judging EVIL."
Khord goes silent while Duncan explains...
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar the Willing posted Message 11194

Dated : October 18, 2002 at 15:57 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

Utar laughs and says, "Rag-tag I may be, but miscreant... NEVER! As for thief... well,
I should say the lord of this castle would call anyone a thief who takes of his food without
permission. Or at least, I would view it as thievery."

After Khord speaks, Utar
agrees, "Yes, I too would refer to Sir Duncan, or as you called him, 'glory boy', in
matters of judging evil. But I know a thing or two about punishing evil myself."
The gleam in Utars eyes is hard for him to hide. The evenings activities are making him
itch for a fight.

--Utar
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11195

Dated : October 18, 2002 at 16:21 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

Daniel twirls a little piece of bread around in his hand. "I think of it more as a favor
to this mysterious lord. I'd hate for all this to spoil." Then, with a quick flick of
the thumb, pops it into his mouth. "I find blatant wastefulness to be a crime most foul
. . . Anyway," he gestures at Duncan, "judge away, my good sir!"
***************** End Of Article ******************

Duncan posted Message 11196

Dated : October 18, 2002 at 21:40 GMT
Subject: Re: New Comer

Duncan stood for a moment, armor shining in the candle light. He had never been called
'RagTag' before and wasn't sure if he liked this mysterious newcomer. As one hand rested
on the butt of his huge sword, the Knight scratched the razor stubble on his chin, "I
sense no evil intent from this man, but I think he should mind his manners."

Finally giving in to his hunger urge, Duncan picked up a piece of bread and bit off a
chunk, then looked back to Daniel, "I have known many a thief in my time, so you'll excuse
me if I keep an eye on you and my money. I care not whether you are here to plunder this castle,
all I am interested in is finding the source of this EVIL that violates the lands.."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11197

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 16:20 GMT
Subject: Lets get moving

Blackthorn looks back and forth betwwen the men. "Well, hell! Who cares? Surtianly not
me. An other person to help bash heads is always good in my book...if I could read that
is!" He brakes out into loud laughter and pushs his way out of the kitchen. "Lets move
our tails before some thing decides to bit them off." He head out to the door streight across
the hall. He doesn't even stop to listen this time and just boots it open.
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11198

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 16:36 GMT
Subject: The Room Across the Hall

Blackthorn delivers a solid blow to the door sending the unbarred door crashing against
the wall and bouncing back into his face. Shaking off the bruised nose he steps into
a room filled with shelves lined with books of all shapes and sizes.

The room is
quiet and the air is filled with the smell of wildflowers. A quick look reveals that
there are actually no flowers. The is no light source but light glows from stones in
the walls.

In the far corner the room bends and a door sits in the North wall.

***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11199

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 16:41 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

"Books," Blackthorn snorts. "What kind of mad man are we dealing with?" He says grabing
some random book and flipping through the pages before dropping it to the floor. "I
don't know about you fokes, but I don't see anything of use in here." He wonders back
to the far door and boots this one as well.
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11200

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 16:46 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Blackthorn delivers a solid kick to the door, but this one refuses to move. It shudders a
little on its hinges but nothing more. The door is made of a solid dark wood. There are
carvings in an intricate pattern engraved into its surface. The carving continues into
the handle of black iron.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar the Willing posted Message 11201

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 19:19 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Utar follows Blackthorn out and snickers when the door slams again in the dwarf's face,
recovering as the dwarf opens the door to go in. Following Blackthorn in toward the
next door, Utar shrugs at the mention of the mental state of the owner of the books. What
someone does with books is of no consequence to him. "Books make a decent pillow in
a jam. Not to mention their tendency to catch fire very easily." he says in passing.

At
the next door he laughs again and louder as the dwarf kicks with all his might and the
door doesn't budge.

As the dwarf draws back his ax to smash the door, Utar cautions,
"Perhaps we should wait for the spell caster. Those markings could be magical and
we don't want to be blasted by some fire spell or anything, do we?"

Having said this,
Utar calls back, "Hey! Daniel! If you are quite done filling your mouth and stomach, we
have something for you to look at... might be magical." the last he adds with a tempting lilt
to his voice.

Idly Utar inspects the books on the nearest shelf until Daniel arrives
to investigate the door. He flips through them looking for pictures or drawings as
he can't read.

-Utar

***************** End Of Article ******************

Duncan posted Message 11202

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 19:35 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Duncan looks at the shelves of books, then looks at the Dwarf, "DO not be so quick to
dismiss a room such as this, books contain knowledge and wisdom, which is the key to
real power. It's obvious the owner of this castle is a powerful person."

Duncan then
looks at the runes on the door, "I've never seen writing like this, probably some sort
of protective spell placed on the door. I wouldn't try hitting it again..."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11203

Dated : October 21, 2002 at 23:52 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Looking at Palidin then back to the door, Blackthorn backs up a little. "You think it
might have a magic trap too? I don't care for spells much." The dwarf leans back on
the bookself against the north wall nex to the door. "Once I nearly got blasted to
bits by a fire ball. Ohh! And there was that time with lightening bolt, that was a
doosy..." He gets a far away look in his eye. He takes out a roll and dreamy munchs on
it. "I will never forget the invisable dragon. By the gods, that takes me back."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Duncan posted Message 11204

Dated : October 22, 2002 at 01:12 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Duncan smiled at the Dwarf, "When we get a chance, good brother, we need to swap some
stories..."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11205

Dated : October 22, 2002 at 01:20 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Daniel finally meanders into the room, and heads over to the group milling around by
the door. "My my, what do we have here," he mutters to himself. He leans in and inspects the
door, absent-mindedly rubbing the amulet around his neck.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Alain posted Message 11206

Dated : October 22, 2002 at 05:25 GMT
Subject: A flutter of wings

A brown colored owl suddenly flutters into the room, not long after Daniel enters.
It makes several passes around the room before settling high up on a bookshelf opposite
Khord. Eyes filled with intelligence watch him reproachfully.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Khord posted Message 11207

Dated : October 22, 2002 at 18:45 GMT
Subject: Re: The Room Across the Hall

Khord stiffens noticeably at the mention of book burning. He silently casts his gaze
around the room, and rests his silvered countenance upon the door� �That door is,
or it�s markings are, magical.� Khord mutters to the others matter-of-factly as
he pulls books from shelves seemingly at random, and flipping through them�
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Blackthorn posted Message 11208

Dated : October 25, 2002 at 16:43 GMT
Subject: Re: A flutter of wings

"What the?! A bird in here? I wonder if it is lost." Blackthorn heffs his ax. "You know,
Owl is good eating." He starts to circle the owl towards the other door to shut it. "Here
owl, good owl..." He begins to call the bird.
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DM posted Message 11209

Dated : October 25, 2002 at 17:12 GMT
Subject: Sound From The Other Side

As you stand there wondering about the magically held door and now the owl that is
being hunted by a dwarf, you hear voices raised in argument. It sounds like to men from
somewhere behind the locked door. You catch only a few words.
"Fool! What have you
done?" The 1st voice screams.

The response is garbled.

"No...you must...THE STONE!"
Voice 1 seems to become very excited about something.

"I said.....she will do...we
must...." The 2nd voice counters.

"...she....never..."

The voices fade
as they moving way from you.

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Blackthorn posted Message 11210

Dated : October 25, 2002 at 17:14 GMT
Subject: Re: Sound From The Other Side

Blackthorn pauses in his torment of the owl. He listens to the yelling. He seems very
torn between the owl and who is behind the door. "I guess there IS someone home after all."

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Duncan posted Message 11211

Dated : October 25, 2002 at 19:19 GMT
Subject: Re: Sound From The Other Side

Duncan takes a step back as he hears the voices. The Knight adjusts his shield and grips
his sword tightly, "I have a strange feeling that trouble will be coming through that
door at any minute..."
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11212

Dated : October 25, 2002 at 19:34 GMT
Subject: Re: Sound From The Other Side

Utar returns the book to the shelf and draws his sword. "Finally!" he sighs. "Come Blackthorn,
we might actually get to bash things together! Sir Duncan, if by trouble you mean us,
then I should agree... if Master Daniel can get the acursed door open, that is. But
it sounds as if the voices move away from the door, not toward it. Daniel, can you get
the door open?"

After a moment's thought he repeats his earlier greeting in
a loud voice, "Ho there! We stumbled into the castle seeking shelter from the rain! We
come in peace" he eyes his sword, drawn and ready, and tries hard not to laugh, "and merely
seek to meet the owner of this magnificent castle!" Having said all of this he looks to
his companions and grins again.

In a whisper he adds, "Get ready gents... whatever
is beyond that door may not care that we are in it's library... or that we have taken it's
dinner unbidden."

Impatiently he moves his weight from one foot to the next in
an effort to remain at the ready for when Daniel gets the door open.

Hurry Daniel,
he thinks... they are getting further away! Hurry!

--Utar
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Daniel posted Message 11213

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 01:34 GMT
Subject: Re: Sound From The Other Side

Calmly, Daniel traces his fingers along the runes . . . quite close, but not quite touching.
He pauses a moment when he hears the commotion from the other side, but makes no other
noticable reaction to it. Once it subsdes, he goes back to gingerly studying the door.
Then, he lets out a nearly inaudible sigh and turns to the group. "Well boys, this door
is most definately sealed with magic. These runes basically state that only 'authorized beings'
are allowed to pass . . . " He pauses briefly as he surveys the group. "Hey, Khord, you
are aware that there's a big ugly bird up there giving you the EEEEEVIL eye, yes? Might
I suggest someone grabs it? It's more than it appears to be . . . much like this door." He
then turns back to the door in question, "Now, let's see if I can prove my authorization shall
we?" He then rubs his hands together briefly before he starts muttering some sort of
incantation . . .
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Khord posted Message 11214

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 05:16 GMT
Subject: EEEEEVIL Owl?

Without bothering to look up, Khord stops his gathering of books just long enough to
sprout a handful of glinting steel and deftly hurl it at the owl. Long shards of silver
streak towards the owl...

Dead or scared away, at least it won't cr@p on me...

>:)

Rotw
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Alain posted Message 11215

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 07:54 GMT
Subject: Re: EEEEEVIL Owl?

Instead of instinctively flying away the brown owl shuffles quickly to the left.
It then
looks disdainfully at khord and utters, "Who", in a tone somewhere between question and
a command.
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Blackthorn posted Message 11216

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 14:57 GMT
Subject: Re: EEEEEVIL Owl?

Blackthorn glances at the owl. "Dumb bird. Any one have an idea for that door?"
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11217

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 15:16 GMT
Subject: Owl Pincushin

Three of the four darts find their mark and make the owl very unhappy. (Alain: -22 hit
points)

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Duncan posted Message 11218

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 22:06 GMT
Subject: Door

Duncan grimaces, "Well, we're accomplishing nothing standing about. We can either
try bashing it again and hope it doesn't spit forth a big fireball OR we find another door."

Duncan looks at his companions, then to the wounded Owl, and then back to the door.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Daniel posted Message 11219

Dated : October 26, 2002 at 22:32 GMT
Subject: Re: Door

Looking back at the doubtful party, Daniel boasts, "Or, we could try this . . ." He
reaches out and pulls open the door with little effort.
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Alain posted Message 11220

Dated : October 27, 2002 at 11:03 GMT
Subject: Re: EEEEEVIL Owl?

The Owl takes a few steps backwards then flies behind a bookshelf to get out of site.
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Khord posted Message 11221

Dated : October 31, 2002 at 02:08 GMT
Subject: Though the Door...

ooc: sorry for the quiet, started a new job with some wonky hours...

Khord looks
up from the books to see what Daniel wants to try, "Eh? Nice..unlocked the whole time.
Figures." Khord walks through the door to see if Utar's ploy worked, and if there's a
decent ambush on the other side.

As an after thought, before entering the door,
Khord readies another spread of darts while looking at the owl. "Here birdie..." he
mutters to himself.
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Duncan posted Message 11222

Dated : October 31, 2002 at 03:05 GMT
Subject: Hello??

OOC: Is anyone out there or has this adventure just died??
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11223

Dated : October 31, 2002 at 15:20 GMT
Subject: Re: Hello??

OOC: Not dead... still here... waiting for the DM to tell us who we get to kill behind the
door.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11224

Dated : October 31, 2002 at 19:57 GMT
Subject: IMPORTANT!!! PLEASE READ!!!

OOC: OK... I know it's now 10/31 and the post I am referring you to was dated 10/14, but
it explains things from the DM's POV. Please go to the GAME NOTES section and then click
on the link titled "web site". There is a message from the DM about having to move and
get new internet connections. Thanks!

--Mike/Utar the Willing... to go
to the web site and check out what is going on...
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11225

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 17:11 GMT
Subject: On The Other Side

Khord walks expecting an ambush to be waiting him on the other side. What he finds is
an odd shaped room that fits into one of the towers' base. There is an "L" shaped bookshelf
to the right as he enters. There are a few windows set into the walls. They are stained glass
showing the abstract images of the sun raising in different stages over a landscape.

The last
bits of the argument seem to echo from the stairs leading up. Stealing a glance up
shows a robed figure hurrying up and out of sight.

OOC: Sorry for the really
long pause. Halloween and appartment hunting has taken a toll on me. I have to be out
of this place on 12/1 and am having no luck find a nice place to move to.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11226

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 17:20 GMT
Subject: Re: On The Other Side

"Well, it was locked a second ago..." Blackthorn grumbles as he fallows Khord through
the door. Smiles at the first sight of the first awake person. "DIBS!" He barrels up
the stairs with axe raised.
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11227

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 17:21 GMT
Subject: Re: IMPORTANT!!! PLEASE READ!!!

OOC: Thank you for reading that page :) And for saying something on the board. It is
appreciated. :)
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11228

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 17:43 GMT
Subject: Up the Stairs

Blackthorn charges up the stairs. He enters a rounded room with a hallway off the West
with doors along the South wall. There a door directly to the South of the stairs. At
the moment, there is no sound.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Blackthorn posted Message 11229

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 17:51 GMT
Subject: Re: Up the Stairs

"Come out come out where ever you are," The dwarf tants as he moves to the southern door.
"I won't hurt you....much."
***************** End Of Article ******************

Utar the Willing posted Message 11230

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 20:29 GMT
Subject: Re: IMPORTANT!!! PLEASE READ!!!

OOC: yeah yeah... just give me more experience points than you do the others! ;)

--Mike
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11231

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 21:59 GMT
Subject: Re: On The Other Side

Utar follows the dwarf in, carefully he inspects the room, looking for anything that
could lend more hints as to the manner of individual who lives here. "More books" he
grumbles.

At Blackthorn's outburst, Utar grips his sword tighter and flies up
after the quick demi-human. "Remind me to get a leash for him! Come! Before he awakens the
entire army!" he yells back to the others.

...

--Utar
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11232

Dated : November 01, 2002 at 22:04 GMT
Subject: Re: Up the Stairs

"Angus!" Utar hisses, whispering, as he enters the second floor. "No one doubts your
skill, but there is still wisdom in the childhood saying regarding safety in numbers!"

He
smiles at the enthusiasm showed by the dwarf, "And I am a bit jealous that you called 'dibs'
on them first!"

Keeping an eye on the rear flank and approaching the southern door
behind Blackthorn, Utar suggests listening at the door first, both to get an idea of
what might be there and to give the laggards time to catch up.

"Do you hear anything?" he
whispers.

--Utar
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Khord posted Message 11233

Dated : November 02, 2002 at 05:14 GMT
Subject: er...

Khord watches impassively as the party rushes up the stairs without him. He shakes his
head slightly,"Idiots..." he mutters, darting out of the room back towards the main
hall.
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Daniel posted Message 11234

Dated : November 02, 2002 at 05:29 GMT
Subject: Re: er...

Daniel shrugs at Khord as he passes by, before taking his turn to leaf through any interesting
books he might come across.

OOC: I don't know about everyone else, but Daniel didn't
take a step anywhere after opening the door, except a quick side-step to let the charging
party go through.
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Duncan posted Message 11235

Dated : November 02, 2002 at 13:38 GMT
Subject: Re: On The Other Side

Duncan stands at the first doorway watching the others, sword and sheild in hand.

"Are we here to loot and plunder ... or are we here to investigate what is happening to
the land?"

DUncan's irratation is plain in his voice as he moves slowly towards the
stairway.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Alain posted Message 11236

Dated : November 02, 2002 at 21:27 GMT
Subject: Re: er...

Alain quietly walks out from behind the bookshelfs to the room that khord is in.
He coughs politely to get his attention.
"I believe these are yours." He extends his
right hand palm up, bloodstained darts resting on his open hand. He stands there looking
at khord slightly nonplussed, the right sleeve of his shirt slightly damp with blood.

***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11237

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 17:13 GMT
Subject: Up Stairs

Blackthorn and Utar stand at the door listening for signs of life. There is a faint mumbling
and then nothing for a moment. Foot steps hurrying away from the door and then the sound
of a door opens and closes.

OOC: I think my computer hates me...I had to reformat
it. I think I am set,,,again. (REALLY BAD LUCK :( )

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DM posted Message 11238

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 17:21 GMT
Subject: Down Stairs

Daniel and Duncan stand at the bottom of the stairs waiting for hell to brake lose,
or for the two fighters to come back disappointed. Only the two men can be heard talking
and then nothing. There is a faint sound of a door being closed and then again nothing.
As they wait for something else a new voice can be heard form the library talking to
Khord.

Alain holds out the darts to Khord as he hurries by. Khord turns for a
brief moment to Alain...

OOC: I think I got every one :p
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Blackthorn posted Message 11239

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 17:26 GMT
Subject: Re: Up Stairs

Blackthorn glances at Utar and smiles ruefully. "Time to smash something." He turns
back to the door and tries the handle. (If it is locked, then he will kick it in.)
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11240

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 17:38 GMT
Subject: Re: Up Stairs [The Door]

Blackthorn tries the handle and finds that it is not locked at all. Placing a foot over
the barrier into the other room he realizes what the mumbling was as the trapped door
busts into flame sending both men back into the hall. (Send me save vs spell rolls, both
Blackthorn and Utar).

OOC: Please check your magic items on the web site
and send me any corrections. Do to the evil computer I have lost all my game stuff. I
have printed out copies of your characters. I am pretty sure that the stuff you asked
for was ok with me and I don't think I changed any, but I don't add everyone's items to
the page for the characters. Thanks :blush:

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Blackthorn posted Message 11241

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 17:44 GMT
Subject: Re: Up Stairs [The Door]

OOC: I got a 19. I sent the roll as well.
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Utar the Willing posted Message 11242

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 19:49 GMT
Subject: Re: Up Stairs [The Door]

Utar shakes off the pain from the explosion and begins to laugh. He smiles at the dwarf
and says, "It is indeed well past time to smash things! Come friend! Our quarry is
near!"

Utar picks himself up an charges past the exploding door into the next room,
sword readied, and gives a mighty war cry!

--Utar
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Duncan posted Message 11243

Dated : November 06, 2002 at 23:42 GMT
Subject: Re: Up Stairs

Upon hearing the explosion, Duncan rushes up the stairs fearing the worst. After he
sees that the two are wounded but still alive, Duncan shakes his head and moves in
behind them.
***************** End Of Article ******************

Alain posted Message 11244

Dated : November 08, 2002 at 02:32 GMT
Subject: Re: Down Stairs

Alain waits for a moment to see if Khord stops. If he doesn't he goes back into the room
where the rest of this group of adventurers is congregating.
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DM posted Message 11245

Dated : November 08, 2002 at 16:36 GMT
Subject: Ouchs and the Next room

The trap explores into an impressive burst of flame. Blackthorn takes most of the
brunt of the trap (-13 hp). Utar feels a little flame (-7 hp).

Duncan rushes up
the stairs to see the two shake off the trap and charge into the next room. In the other
room is a small hall that is sparsely decorated with a painting on South wall and a
window on the East wall. This window is plan glass and shows the withered landscape. The
growth has shrunk back even more to show exposed rock.

***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11246

Dated : November 08, 2002 at 16:43 GMT
Subject: Re: Down Stairs

Khord does nothing more then glance your way and keeps moving out of the room.

Alain leaves
the library and moves to the stairs where he hears an explosion and Duncan running up
the stairs.
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Blackthorn posted Message 11247

Dated : November 08, 2002 at 16:45 GMT
Subject: Re: Ouchs and the Next room

"Someone is going to pay for that."Blackthorn shakes off the effects of the trap and
goes for the next door. He only pauses for a brief second before trying the door.
***************** End Of Article ******************

DM posted Message 11248

Dated : November 08, 2002 at 16:46 GMT
Subject: Re: Ouchs and the Next room

The door does not burst into flame, like the last, but it is also locked.
***************** End Of Article ******************

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