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Tillak awakes from his swoon, looking around him. "Brother Narhill, what has happened? Where is the thief? I feel under spell, and I do not remember what has transpired."
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"By the Great Yikkorth, Tillak," exclaimed Narrhil, "I thought were at death's door for sure!"
"Thief, I saw no thief," the cryomancer, who was still in shock. This did not stop him looking around him for some invisible spell-thief. "No..," he pondered out loud at not finding a hidden spy. Perhaps Tillak in his coma had witnessed something he could not see. "We still have a problem, we have marauders infiltrating the temple!"
[Welcome back Sully, this is an unexpected pleasure. ]
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
As Turok catches up to the pair..."Where to now?"
The mutes pause again at the main entrance pondering the tracks north and west, looking off in both directions for some sign of the scouts.
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Caveman wrote:
"By the Great Yikkorth, Tillak," exclaimed Narrhil, "I thought were at death's door for sure!"
"Thief, I saw no thief," the cryomancer, who was still in shock. This did not stop him looking around him for some invisible spell-thief. "No..," he pondered out loud at not finding a hidden spy. Perhaps Tillak in his coma had witnessed something he could not see. "We still have a problem, we have marauders infiltrating the temple!"
[Welcome back Sully, this is an unexpected pleasure.]
The great worm shifts with a grunt as well, is that a slight smile across its fanged maw as well?
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Caveman wrote:
"By the Great Yikkorth, Tillak," exclaimed Narrhil, "I thought were at death's door for sure!"
"Thief, I saw no thief," the cryomancer, who was still in shock. This did not stop him looking around him for some invisible spell-thief. "No..," he pondered out loud at not finding a hidden spy. Perhaps Tillak in his coma had witnessed something he could not see. "We still have a problem, we have marauders infiltrating the temple!"
[Welcome back Sully, this is an unexpected pleasure.]
"The other adventurer...nevermind. Perhaps it really was a fever dream. All that matters now is that we exit this temple, preferably with our prize in hand. Ythaqqa'a Blood, this is a cursed place. How many mauraduders are there, Brother Narhill? I am still weak on my feet, so you will have to lead on." Tillka readies his pick and shield.
[It's great to be back, dude. I have a feeling that we may be coming to the end of this campaign and I would love to see the finish line.]
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SullyB74 wrote:
Caveman wrote:
"By the Great Yikkorth, Tillak," exclaimed Narrhil, "I thought were at death's door for sure!"
"Thief, I saw no thief," the cryomancer, who was still in shock. This did not stop him looking around him for some invisible spell-thief. "No..," he pondered out loud at not finding a hidden spy. Perhaps Tillak in his coma had witnessed something he could not see. "We still have a problem, we have marauders infiltrating the temple!"
[Welcome back Sully, this is an unexpected pleasure.]
"The other adventurer...nevermind. Perhaps it really was a fever dream. All that matters now is that we exit this temple, preferably with our prize in hand. Ythaqqa'a Blood, this is a cursed place. How many mauraduders are there, Brother Narhill? I am still weak on my feet, so you will have to lead on." Tillka readies his pick and shield.
[It's great to be back, dude. I have a feeling that we may be coming to the end of this campaign and I would love to see the finish line.]
Weak indeed, for when Tillak tries to sit upright, he feels his hp down to 2 and his memorizations of shove and shatter forgotten.
The pick and pack remain skidded to the other side of the dome room from his Awakening.
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[TILLAK +500 XP for survival]
[NARRHIL +500 XP for continuous vigil]
[MUTES +500 XP@ for defibrillation]
[TUROK +500 XP for lesson learned]
[GREAT WORM +DESERVED REST for great wisdoms]
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In the Dome Chamber the great worm sighs and almost ceases to be, at long last content for the moment...
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Meanwhile outside the broken double doors of the church, the mutes and Turok are drawn to the western sky as the blustering snow clouds part and this endless Nightfall of blackness is pierced by the hidden magnificence of Selene her nearly forgotten beam of beauty bathing the white landscape as a pillowy sponge beneath her.
As much as they wish to look away at their surroundings to know where they stand- they cannot -for so long have they been tiny beasts in the enveloping dark, scrounging under candlelight like rats, and to now be awash in her glow, however fleeting, they know they must worship the moment....
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"Come...let us seek shelter...I wish not to battle the small things...perhaps we can go into the kitchen and block the door."
[ welcome back Sully! ]
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The mutes are mesmerized by Selene, drawn to her. But reluctantly they follow the Shaman through the tight squeeze and into the confines of the church.