[Sat Jul 21 20:05:56 GMT 2001]

Standing in the great hall as you look around the room once more you see the room contains various items of furniture, including tables along the wall to your right and left; a stack of papers lie on the right hand table. A large tapestry partially covers the wall at the left end of the room hanging between two mirrored-topped stands. In the wall to the right is an alcove in which a 12-inch talking figurine stands atop a 3'foot high pedestal that stands between to lavish sitting chairs. In the wall directly across the room, you see three identical solid oak wood doors. With the blank art gallery to your right and the green beast beyond the center door, and Isreal throwing things about the room in the far, left while you debate your options.

Isreal stands in the middle of the room with the Giants blood preparing to spin the blood about the room

Elina continues to concentrate upon her studies.

Jarl stands by the southern most, door, looking in, every now and then to see if Isreal grabbed that gem yet or not

Russeth walks graciously over to the hand table, sliding the papers and giving each one of them a fast glimpse, should he see anything important. "Do not yet. Maybe these papers can say something. Or you can find something in the room."

Isreal spins around the room splattering blood about the room

Russeth shoves a piece of paper in a side slid of his backpack, looking at Elina as he spins around. "Wait a moment Isreal. I might've found an interesting piece of information."

Jarl steps back away from the room as the blood starts to fly "damn, crazy trick"

Russeth notices it is too late, he steps away from the door and watches the middle door, remembering the words of the statuette.

This room is a large well-furnished parlor. Looking from your left to right you see a large book case containing many standard nonmagic works, a couch and table a few feet in front of it, a wall cabinet farther down upon the left wall. Upon the back wall to the left is a small wine cabinet with tapestry hanging along side it in the center. To the right of the tapestry is a small table and large gem lying atop it with a small rug underneath it. Along the right wall is another couch arrangement and tapestry. In the center of the room upon the floor is a large rug some 10'x40' foot depicting signs of astrology and the arts. Isreal has now covered the far right corner in chalk dust, and giant's blood in attempts to try and locate what stops him from grabbing the gem.

[Isreal]: "well to late what did you find? The wizard should be pissed at me for splashing blood all over this room so you guys will not have to worry about him coming straight for you"

Jarl frowns, "what ye trying to do, exercise the demons from the gem or something?"

Russeth smiles as he reaches down for the paper again, "That troll. The creature in the middle room, which the figurine so-called D’Tan, possesses a magic amulet, that's what his 'treasure' is. I won't waste too much time explaining, just read the paper." and tosses it to Isreal.

Isreal walks out of the room witch contains the gem "what did you find Russeth?" Looking at it and reads it aloud

Russeth draws his short sword slowly, "And I have a feeling this troll won't be too friendly as far as helping us."

Isreal reads aloud that the papers appear to be a letter of sorts to someone written in Thorass addressed to Sakara the Sorceress it goes on to read "I have obtained a medallion from the ruins of Gosky. Here the late Lord of Gosky had ruled an army of invisible warriors. I have giving the trinket to my loyal servant D'Tan, who has found it most useful in his duties." The letter ends incompletely; its neither signed nor sealed.

[Jarl]: "bah. Are trolls ever friendly" shacking his head

Isreal pulls his dagger an says "well the troll dies like all the rest are you all ready?"

Russeth shrugs at Jarl, drawing the second blade, "Who knows."

Elina frowns in deep concentration as she studies intensely.

Russeth reaches and hand over his shoulder, withdrawing two arrows from his quiver and handing them to Isreal, "Use them if needed."

Isreal walks over to the door opening it and bending his head around to see if the beast is still up

Jarl grabs his hammer and readies his shield "trolls don't stay down long. Ye need powerful magic’s to keep them dead" stepping back away from the trolls door and sets himself

Opening the door to this room it is completely dark, except for a sliver of light filtering in through the opening in the doorway. Barely visible to your left is a table and, on top of it, a lumpy object covered with a cloth. To your right, there seem to be some objects on the floor. At the far end of the room on the right side, the dim light outlines the shape of a very simple bed and a humanoid form standing on it. A faint glint of metal comes from something the humanoid is wearing around its neck, as it stands ready in the corner of the room. The creature charges the door where Isreal head is poking through.

Isreal grabs the arrows as he runs back toward Russeth

Russeth twirls the blades with agility avoiding his friends as he rushes by Isreal, "Move out of the way." as he lands a first blow upon the creature.

The beast storms past Isreal as it lashes out striking out upon him failing to hit but rips into the shoulder of Elina with its bite.

Elina screams in pain and immediately retreats to the door near the bridge, carrying her possession’s with her.

Isreal tries to hit the beast with his dagger swinging out with his dagger and trips trying to get to the beast and drops his dagger from his hand

Jarl grits his teeth and squeezes hard on his hammers handle "damned hairy green buggers" as he wades in to block the troll from Elina, his hammer leading "get ye ready lass"

[Elina]: "Get ready? I got nothing to use against this creature." Saying in dismay as she opens the door to the bridge.

[Jarl]: "whoops. Squeezed the thing to hard I did" as the hammer spurts out to the ground

Russeth narrows his eyes noticing the bite upon Elina's shoulder as she leaves, jumping from behind Isreal his swords fly by and towards the troll, "Nice work Isreal. Very nice."

Isreal pulls and notches an arrow ready to try to hit the beast

Elina opens the door to the bridge and looks out with a glance to make sure the bridge is there.

[Isreal]: "Hay I did not think it would rush out of the room"

Jarl will draw his axe hoping not to drop that as well "damn sweating hands"

Russeth hits twice true upon the beast, the swords slashing across the creature's chest, dark blood covering them as he withdraws them.

Isreal lets lose a arrow an quickly loads another an lets it fly at the beast, the first arrow let lose strikes true an the 2nd flies off the wall

The creature suffering attacks from Russeth and Isreal staggers back to unleash a claw upon Jarl's chest.

Jarl has his axe in hand "how ye fairing their Lass? Aug bloody hell"

Elina runs across the bridge as quickly as she can manage, with all her possessions with her.

Russeth follows the creature in its footsteps as it staggers, hopping to the side and slashing it with his longsword in the side, the short sword following quickly in a forward strike.

Sedrick slips off down the stairs from the main hall.

Jarl sets to swing at the beast, blood dripping from his chest

Isreal starts saying arcane words and levels his finger at the troll

Russeth does follow the creature in its footsteps as he staggers as well, missing his swings badly, quickly regaining his stability however.

The creature now free of attacks storms over your position as it swipes at Russeth missing him and biting and swiping at Jarl as it rips his forearm open with its razor like claws.

Isreal finishes the words an a beam of light flies forth from his finger striking the beast

Jarl grabs his wounded chest and falls back "auggh. He’s to strong" shielding himself from the beast with his shield

Elina places herself near the switch of the bridge in the room, ready to lower the bridge if the troll runs across.

Isreal looks for his dagger and makes his move to grab it

Russeth circles around the beast, posting himself next to Jarl as he battles against the troll, he sends another pair of attacks at it.

Jarl will fall back out of the room

Isreal moves for his dagger an grabs it an turns to face the Troll looking for a good place to strike

Russeth sinks both his blades again deeply in the creature's flesh, blood flowing from the wounds caused.

Russeth comes in hard once more landing both attacks across the torso of the beast sending it to the floor in a puddle of blood.

[Elina]: "Come across the bridge. I will lower it and we can do range attacks from here!" Shouting as she places her hand an inch from the switch.

[Jarl]: Once Jarl is far enough away from the troll he will sheath his axe and pull out an amulet

Russeth retracts the swords and sighs, "Why do we need to do ranged attacks, it is dead."

Isreal runs up and slits the beasts through an fills his bottle once again with the trolls blood

Zakren makes his way to Jarl as the beast’s hits the floor. As he begins chanting in a strange tongue before laying his hands upon his wound sending fourth a pale blue light.

Elina sighs as she runs across the bridge back to join Russeth.

Russeth glances inside the room for a moment, and then directly at the troll's neck. "We shouldn't let tracks behind. Don’t leave the corpse here."

Isreal putting his dagger away an looking around "well that was easy"

Zakren checking the dwarf looks about to the others.

Jarl nods "thank ye." then he turns to the direction of Elina "how bad ye hurt?" He walks over to her

[Isreal]: "well take him an throw him in the bridge room

Around the beast’s neck is a medallion attached to a leather strap.

Russeth grins at Isreal as he cleans the swords off of the troll "Easy for you to say." sheathing them and reaching for the medallion.

[Elina]: "I need to study." Saying as she open her book once more and starts memorizing.

Isreal walks into the room the troll cam out of checking it for traps

Jarl looks about "so then the rest of ye be okay then?"

Russeth notices no one is too eager to get rid of the troll he pulls on the medallion until the leather strap gives up, and then inspects the troll more thoroughly.

Russeth shrugs at Jarl in the process, "I'm wounded lightly, but that's from an earlier fight so it is not too big of a deal at the moment."

Jarl goes and collect’s his hammer "Me help ye drag the thing to the bridge"

Standing in the main hall gathering your thoughts when the center room seems to light up in a flash of light.

Russeth nods at Jarl as he grabs the creature's feet and quickly lets them go as the room lights up, "What's that?"

Jarl grabs a leg "me gots this one ye gets the other the mage of the tower?"

Russeth raises his head as he looks within, looking for Isreal; "The thief might've set on a trap."

Isreal walks out of the room with a large gem glowing brightly "Hay look at this"

[Jarl]: after finishing with the troll toss Jarl will walk back into the middle room

Russeth nods at Isreal and ties the medallion around his neck, "Now let's see about that medallion." quickly afterwards he grabs hold of the feet again and helps Jarl tossing the troll down.

[Isreal]: "this is a big ass gem, you thing it’s the one we came for?"

Russeth walks back into the parlor, holding the medallion out before himself with his right hand as he walks uneasily across the room, directly towards the gem.

Isreal looks in the room at Russeth "I hope that works "laughing

Jarl walks back out after finishing his inspection of the troll’s old room "well that room be clear. Nothing but troll dung in it"

Russeth makes his way over to the gem upon the table and flips up backwards as he slams down upon his back.

Russeth shakes his head as he pushes himself up furiously; he crawls back next to the gem and pulls on the rug below the table.

Jarl walks over to the gem room "hey ye twos doing okay in there?"

Russeth pulls the rug out from under the table sending the gem and stand over to the floor.

Isreal looks in hoping nothing is going to happen, bad to Russeth

The gem rolls across the floor as Russeth sits there holding the rug.

Russeth pulls on the rug again until it is completely out of the way, "Should I try and grab it again?" Doesn't wait for the answer, as he just wants to make sure he leans down and touches it again.

[Isreal]: "I don’t know" walking into the room let me try this time looking at the stand

Russeth leans down and reaches for the gem as his fingers slowly slip around it.

Jarl stands there pulling on his beard as he watches, the two play with the gem

[Isreal]: "great you got it either way this is a great hall we are making off like bandits" laughing

Russeth grabs the gem and sighs, "See. My first idea was the good one." climbing up to his feet with the gem, "I'm not sure which gem is the right gem."

[Jarl]: "me hopes ye knows what ye doing taking a gem like that"

Zakren leans into the room "Russeth that gem is clear though pretty we are here for an, amber colored one."

[Isreal]: "well either way this gem I found glows it will be a good light source in any matter holding up the other gem to check the light

Russeth nods at Zakren "That's a good point I forgot about Zak. And Isreal, if we hang around with the gem emitting light we will never have any effect of surprise will we?"

Jarl walks in and heads over to the book case "I wonder if the old mage hide a passage behind this thing" starts to pull out books and look about the shelves

[Isreal]: "well this is Pale read what does amber look like?"

Jarl dumps book after book upon the floor as he cleans off the shelf taking a minute to read each title.

Russeth steps outside of the room, tossing the gem in the sack hanging from his backpack.

Isreal don’t do that those are fine book’s you should not just dumb them on the floor, what are you looking for Dwarf anyway?"

[Jarl]: "hmm. Nothing yet hope these books aren't valuable" as he starts to place them carefully on the ground in order of text

Russeth reaches down his pouch, withdrawing a small sugar bun, smiling he tosses it in his mouth and rapidly eats it, then goes off to sit next to Elina.

Isreal looks around the room checking the big carpet carefully

Jarl shrugs "ah. Just a guess anyway" and walks back out of the room

Russeth rises his head, looking up at the dwarf throwing books on the ground, "We should hurry up. This place inspires me no good."

Isreal puts the larger gem in his pack and bends down to the larger rug rolling it up the rug looking under it for other doors

This room is a large well-furnished parlor. Looking from your left to right you see a large book case containing many standard nonmagic works, a couch and table a few feet in front of it, a wall cabinet farther down upon the left wall. Upon the back wall to the left is a small wine cabinet with tapestry hanging along side it in the center. To the right of the tapestry is a small table and large gem lying atop it with a small rug underneath it. Along the right wall is another couch arrangement and tapestry. In the center of the room upon the floor is a large rug some 10'x40' foot depicting signs of astrology and the arts.

Jarl will go back and take the books that are now on the ground and place them back into the bookcase; he looks at each title as he does so

Isreal walks back out into the main hall "well you guys want to check the art room or leave it be me thinks this Pale reddish gem is the one we came for what do you guys thing?

Russeth nods at Isreal, "Aye this might be the gem we are looking for but I think it would be wise to continue on, will wait for Elina to be done."

You hear what sounds like mumbling of some sort coming from within the parlor.

[Isreal]: "ok well I guess your right " Isreal pulls out some rations an eats an drinks some of his water

Russeth pays little attention to the mumbling.

[Isreal]: "what’s that who’s mumbling?" Walking back over to the door

The mumbling seems to come from beyond the left wall of the parlor.

Isreal walks up to the wall listening to the wall trying to make out what it is saying

You spend a good bit of time in the main hall as you wait for Elina to finish with her works. Isreal scans over the wall in the parlor trying to track where if any thing is coming from.

Jarl continues to place the books back to there, proper location

Elina lets out a sigh of relief and frustration. Standing from her place upon the floor, she returns her book to her pack and starts bandaging Russeth's wounds.

[Jarl]: when finished with that, he will go back and look at the statue, to see if it might have been crafted to hold something gem sized

Russeth looks up at Elina and smiles then seems to be driven to other thoughts.

[Elina]: "Pass me both the gems we found will you?" Saying to Russeth and Isreal as she wince at her wounds, noticing for the first time that it’s actually hurting.

Isreal comes out of the room back into the main hall an says well what now do we leave this place or what?"

Elina sighs as she repeats herself. "Pass me the both the gems."

Zakren looks about to the others. "We are wasting time which way do we go?"

Jarl walks over to Elina, after looking at the statue; "I can fix that." He places his hand on Elina's shoulder beginning to quietly mumble and chant, while holding a circular amulet, with the symbol of a hammer and anvil etched into it, in his left hand. A soft white light emanates from his right hand, as the arcane energy arches across his fingertips. Jarl carefully moves his hand over the wounds, the ghostly white arcane flames leap from his hand to the wounds. As the white flames burn within the wounds a slight pungent odor can be smelled as the flame seems to eat away at the infections within the wounds, in seconds the affected area begins to heal as the flame starts to fade away.

Isreal takes the gem out an hands it to Elina then looks the Zak "well only one room we have not been in an that’s the art room"

Elina nods her thanks at Jarl and takes the gem from Isreal as she waits for Russeth to hand her the gem.

Russeth jumps back up to his feet as he notices everyone ready to go, he reaches down into his sack and takes out the gem for Elina, "All right. Let’s check that art room out."

[Isreal]: "I will go first wish me luck"

Jarl looks "I gots a bad feeling about that room"

Elina takes both the gems, one in each hand and places both of them together.

Isreal walks over to the door an opens it an steps just into the door an looks all about the room

Russeth nods at Isreal, "You should bring the figurine with you. Said it would tell us where we are going."

[Isreal]: "well I can hold it gets someone else"

[Elina]: "Give me a moment." Saying as she enters the room with the bookcase and stand. Upon entering the room, she places both gems on the floor in front of her and starts muttering some words.

Isreal goes into the art gallery as the door closes behind him.

Isreal takes a deep breath and walks in trying not to look at the empty picture frames

Russeth watches the door close suspiciously, narrowing his eyes in a common manner, "No good."

Jarl runs his hand through his beard" I told ye. I didn't have a good feeling about that room"

Elina bends and picks up both gems and enters the main hall again. "None of these are the gem we seek. I don't sense any magic from either of them." Saying as she starts appraising them.

Russeth reaches for the handle on the art room again and pulls the door open.

[Jarl]: "is he still there?"

You hear a knocking coming from beyond the door to the art gallery that Isreal had just entered. Russeth opens the door to see Isreal standing there with his arm and hand up knocking on the door.

Elina places both gems into her pouch and takes the jade statue in her hand as she approaches the art gallery.

[Isreal]: "someone hold that door open please"

Russeth spreads his arms out, "So...?" Waiting for an answer as he crosses his arms. Nodding at Isreal, "Hmm. I guess. But I think that might trigger events inside. No?"

Elina holds the door open as Isreal ask.

[Isreal]: "well I did not check the other doors you still want me to?"

[Russeth]: smiles slightly "I'm not sure you should go alone Isreal. You haven't learned your lesson yet?"

[Isreal]: "I did not go alone I tried to get back out I just steps inside the room. I thought you where right behind me "

Russeth nods at Isreal, "All right go back in. I'll keep the door open." Presses on the door against the outside wall, stopping it from closing.

Isreal walks back in an over the closest door studying the door with great care

[Elina]: "Go on, I will hold the door open." Saying as she holds on to the door.

Russeth nods at Elina as he let the door go, "Can I have that figurine for a moment?"

Jarl shacks his head grumbling "Moradin guide us"

[Isreal]: "well do I open it Russeth?"

Elina nods as she passes the figurine to Russeth.

Russeth lets the door shut once more closing Isreal in as he goes to look at the gems. Once again you hear Isreal knocking on the door as Elina tries to get the gems for Russeth.

Russeth opens the door and walks back in with Isreal, holding the figurine, "All right. Open it."

[Isreal]: "well its already open I did not touch it, don’t ask me"

Jarl smirks in light of it all

Elina keeps the door open as she stands leaning against it from inside the art room.

Isreal looks into the next room to get a better look.

Russeth looks back into the room; "All right this is confusing. Everyone come in the room we will just close it."

[Isreal]: "no I can’t open it from this side"

[Elina]: "drag a table to block the door and keep it open then." Saying as she keeps the door held open.

[Isreal]: "an there’s another door off to the right in the next room"

Russeth sighs, "Put an item in the way so it does not close. And it's only a wooden door. So worst case we can always kick it in."

[Isreal]: "yeah but there may be magic on the door preventing it from this side"

Jarl looks at the door to see how it is constructed "we could just remove the door all together"

[Isreal]: "well you want to go into that door in the other room to the right or try another door in this room"

Russeth sighs deeply, looking over Isreal's shoulder into the next room, "Well someone put an item, I don't want us to waste an hour on every room."

[Isreal]: "that’s is a great Idea Jarl just bust it now"

Russeth nods and motions to Jarl, "Well do proceed then."

Isreal walks into the next room looks at the ground as he walks in

[Elina]: "Well just tear the whole tower down while you are at it." Laughing as she moves a little for Jarl to work.

Zakren shakes his head mumbling about dismantling the whole tower.

Jarl looks for some type of hinges on the door

Russeth smiles happily as he follows shortly behind Isreal, "Heh."

While Jarl inspects the door and its construction a faint cry can be heard coming from the room where Isreal is before it grows silent.

Elina raises an eyebrow at Jarl but stays where she is, waiting for Jarl.

Russeth follows in behind Isreal to form another flash of light within the room.

[Jarl]: "any ye gots a spike? Me could block the door with that. What? What was that? Isreal?"

[Elina]: "No idea. Come on just get a table and block the door from the main hall and hurry," saying as she keeps the door held open.

Jarl steps back from the door. He runs to the other room and returns with the table

You wait to hear a response getting nothing from Isreal or Russeth.

Elina makes sure that the table is keeping the door open before letting it go and opens the door with Isreal and Russeth enters and throws her staff into the room.

Elina walks into the room with Isreal and Russeth and in a flash of light coming from within all is silent.

Jarl wedges the table between the door and doorway "anything from them? He looks about the walls of the art room from the other side of the doorway "all blast. No one listens to old dwarves, intuition. Now what to do?"

Zakren shrugs looking over at the lass as she stands within the room. "Well what’s going on?"

[Jarl]: "Elina? Ye still there?"

[Elina]: "Yes I think I still am. Don't come in." Saying as she observes the pictures with Russeth and Isreal in them.

[Jarl]: "what be going on in there? Do you see the others?"

Zakren laughs 'I think the lass has finally lost it."

[Elina]: "Seems like a trap of sort. Magical trap let me see if I can get them out." Saying as she tries to lift the picture of Isreal from the wall.

[Jarl]: "why ye messing with those picture frames. I thought Russ and Isreal, be in the other room?"

Elina takes both the pictures from the wall and places them in front of her as she examines each frame slowly. "Enter that room if you don't trust my instincts. But until I figure out how to get both of them out, I advise you not to." Saying as she examines the side of the frame for a switch.

Jarl sits atop the table "hmm!" Crossing his arms and waiting

Zakren grows impatient. "Ok what are they doing in there Damnit can we get a move on?"

[Jarl]: "if it be magic ye said can ye dispel it?"

Elina shrugs at Zakren as she opens another door and looks in. Shaking her head at Jarl. "I do not have such powers yet."

Jarl looks to Zakren "can ye dispel it?"

Elina opens yet another door and look in.

Zakren turns shaking his head. "No I can not."

Jarl looks to Elina "ye gots to two gems right? Do ye also have that amulet the troll had?"

Elina shakes her head. "Russeth have it."

Zakren turns around looking about the room. 'Hole crap who, are you?" Drawling his mace as he looks behind Jarl.

[Jarl]: "but ye gots the gems right. And something let you walk in and out of that room that Russ and Isreal didn't have."

[Elina]: "Might be. But then again they hold no magic." Answering Jarl as she looks beyond him, wondering what Zakren is exclaiming about.

Jarl jumps off the table and looks about "what are you doing and who ye taking to?"

Standing behind you is a human man in armor as he has his blade drawn as if to confront you.

Malakai is a large, muscular fellow, standing well over 6 feet from head to toe. Bulky with muscle, the easiest way to describe Malakai is with the word 'Barbarian', his wearing animal hides and his mostly exposed torso and face adorned with body paints designed to help him blend with surroundings of dense foliage in a forest. Long, knotty black hair falls just below his shoulders, through it's mass two dark brown eyes glare out, darting around the room as he squares off his stance, holding a medium shield and long sword.

Elina shrugs and returns to the 1st room and looks into the other two rooms there.

Malakai emits a low growl " Which of you owns this tower, and why did you imprison me?" he barks.

Jarl scrambles and readies his shield "where. Where in the blue abyss did ye come from? But that blade down."

Elina raises an eyebrow at the stranger. "You said you were imprisoned? How did you get out?"

[Jarl]: "we be looking for that mage as well. Now stand ye down. How did you get here? Ye came from that room didn't you?"

Zakren holds his mace out looking almost confused. "Ok where the hell is Russeth and Isreal Elina you were in there, and where did you come from?" Looking towards Malakai.

Malakai backs away a bit, allowing him to watch all of these people at once." I was in a hidden room... through the wardrobe," he says, motioning back towards the room he emerged from.

[Elina]: "How were you imprisoned?

[Malakai]: " These demon plants grabbed me and held me to the wall... I fought against them and eventually managed to get free...."

Elina shakes her head. "Different from what Russeth and Isreal encountered."

Zakren looks around "Where are they lass?" Seeming to become uneasy.

Jarl squints, his left eye, "demon plants? Or you mean some of that wacky weed?"

[Elina]: "In the picture." Saying as she points to the pictures in her hand.

Zakren walks over and takes the picture from Elina's hand. "Oh by the gods how did that happen?" Looking into the pictures of Russeth and Isreal.

Malakai grunts a bit as he looks back at the dwarf " Plants possessed by demons then, they struck out and moved as if they were living beings...." he looks back at the elves.... " How many are there of you..."

[Jarl]: "did ye open all of the doors in that room?"

Elina takes both of the gems from her pouch and places them near the picture of Russeth.

Zakren flips it around looking from both sides of the frame and canvas.

Elina touches the frame with both the gems, hoping that will work.

Elina touches the gems to the frames, as they have no effect upon them.

Malakai keeps his sword & shield at the ready as he looks back and forth between the elves and dwarf... " Have you... found this mage that owns this tower?" he sputters through gritted teeth, his anger and frustration still quite apparent on his face.

Zakren bows. "There is strong magic here we must find the source in order to get them back."

Jarl shakes his head "nope not yet"

Elina sighs and returns the gems to her pouch. "Maybe finding the mage that owns this tower will release them. Everyone place your hand upon my shoulders as we enter each room. I don't want more of you getting trapped." Saying as she waits for the rest to act.

Zakren looks at the lass. "You have lost your mind I’m not going in there to become a picture."

Jarl frowns "no. No thanks not today. Not this dwarf"

Malakai looks over at the picture, listening to it being referred to as Russeth & Isreal... " Try breaking the frame... that may release your friends whatever prison you speak of."

[Elina]: "Well maybe we can try the closet which the stranger comes from." Saying as she looks at the barbarian.

[Zakren]: "I say we go and get Hawk and Kirarae and let them lead the way in they are fighters more equipped for this."

Elina shakes her head. " Might injure them."

[Malakai]: " A picture is trapped in its frame, maybe they are trapped within it..."

[Jarl]: "I when you went into the room that Russ and Isreal were in could you see them in that room? "

[Elina]: "Nope. All I see is the pictures." Saying as she wonders what to do next. "I wish Russ is here. He will know what to do." Walking back into the room which Russeth and Isreal enters and tries the other door, which she has yet to open.

Elina walks back into the second room off the art gallery to the next door as the one behind her shuts.

Malakai keeps his guard up as he approaches the dwarf & elf, keeping his gaze on them; he speaks up " I'll give my word that I will no attack you if you do the same... My quarrel is with the mage that trapped me here...."

Jarl waits impatiently as he taps his fingers on the table "I don't like this. Not one bit"

Zakren holds his mace ready, "Yes that is a good idea there you have stranger."

[Malakai]: " Good...."

Jarl nods "ye have me word" as the dwarf continues to look into the art room

Malakai stands straight up, returning his long sword to its back sheath. " I give my word as well...."

You sit in the main hall watching into the first art gallery room waiting on Elina who seems to be taking her time.

Zakren looks to the stranger. "You say you came from with in the wardrobe in the other room?"

Malakai extends his right hand towards the dwarf & elf " My name is Malakai..." Looking at Zakren " Yes, behind it a staircase leads to the room I was held captive in....."

Zakren nods "I’m Zakren curate of Eilistraee. Hmm another staircase you say going up or down?" Looking to the stranger intently.

Jarl looks about "hmm. I don't remember seeing this room you talk of?"

[Malakai]: " Going up...."

[Zakren]: "Its within the wardrobe Jarl in the parlor. Soon as the lass gets back we can check it out."

Malakai nods at Zakren

Jarl walks into the art room and looks again to all the pictures

Malakai grunts as he looks up at the room the elf speaks of " Where is your female comrade anyway?"

Looking about you see the first room is empty frames and the second room has the same with two missing from which Russeth and Isreal are in. Elina went through the second room into the 3rd room and hasn’t been seen since.

Jarl looks for one of the picture frames with Russ in it

Zakren shudders. "We need to get moving if we ever wish to meet this mage we better do it before we are all lost." Looking about only counting three including the stranger.

Jarl takes the picture in hand and begins to walk back out of the room with the picture in hand

[Zakren]: "Come takes the pictures and lets move on, we will check these stairs out Malakai speaks of."

Jarl grabs all four picture frames and heads back into the main room "aye. Me ready I guess"

Malakai frowns as he looks at the picture of the female elf " Sorcery..." he says, eyes wide.

Making your way back into the parlor and over to the wardrobe you see in the back of the piece a staircase going up some 20' feet or so to another wooden door.

Jarl looks "huh. All hell" Looking to the new person "ye knows the way me thinking. Ye wants to lead?"

Zakren looks through the wardrobe. "Ok who is going first?"

Malakai nods " I will...."

[Zakren]: "Yes I agree he indeed knows the way." Looking back to the stranger.

While approaching the door you hear the familiar voice once more speak up "Roral floom with cairy freatures".

[Jarl]: "good. We will follow, let us know if there is anything other then the demon plants"

Malakai draws his sword again, moving to the front of the pack

Malakai leads you up to the door where you heard the voice, and stare at the door before you.

Malakai raises his shield in front of him and gets ready to open the door " Should I?" he motions towards the door.

[Zakren]: "Yes go ahead lead on"

Malakai flings open the door, and keeps his shield raised.

The door opens onto a circular room. Around the outer walls of the room is a garden of various exotic plants and shrubs. In the center of the room is a large tree bearing curious fist shaped fruits, half-yellow and half-green. In the branches of the tree, small furtive figures hide and dart amidst the foliage. A circular walkway runs between the garden plants and the tree, and a door stands directly across the room.

Jarl looks to the priest as he points to the fighter "what is he taking about?"

Zakren shrugs looking into the room full of flowers and herbs.

[Jarl]: "this is almost like being in the house of a druid gone bad or something"

Malakai points to one of the bushes along the wall to their right " Be wary of that one, it is the one that grabbed me..."

Zakren points across the room. "Well there is another door shall we try it?"

[Jarl]: "Malakai what else do you know of this room. Yes might as well try the door"

[Malakai]: " Nothing else, I didn't get much of a chance to explore..."

Jarl looks at the tree in the middle of the room. "Well me no likes it. This place doesn't seem natural at all"

Zakren looks on to Malakai, "Well are you going in or not?"

[Malakai]: " I sense that I will regret this, but yes, I will still lead."

[Zakren]: "Stay to the left if you are afraid of the right side."

Malakai moves towards the door on the opposite side of the room, watching the plants he passes carefully.

Malakai makes his way round to the door on the other side as the brush and plants don’t seem to bother him.

Jarl continues to visually inspect the middle tree as they pass

Zakren follows behind Jarl as they make their way to the other door.

Lingering in the room you hear the faint word of "Nosey one beneath our tree, Grow to match your curiosity.

Zakren looks about at the sounds of voices, as his nose seems to grow to some 10" inches or so long. Soon to follow as Jarl and Malakai's noses grow as well.

Zakren grabs his face in a panic "What, what is this?" grabbing the huge honker upon his face. "Go on get through the door!"

Malakai looks at the others in shock " What sorcery is this?"

Jarl grabs his axe "oh. No ye don't. I knows how to fix ye wagon. Yes old Jarl does" he heads strait for the middle tree axe in hand

Malakai nods and continues towards the door

[Jarl]: "set me face back to normal...or ye tree be in some taverns fire pit this winter"

As Zakren runs for the door Jarl runs for the tree as you hear more words from above "Quiet ones that do not talk, Let music tinkle when you walk."

Zakren begins to chine and tinkle as he makes his way to the door with little bells growing upon his shoes, as do they appear upon Jarl's shoes.

Jarl swings his axe into the trunk of the tree. "Me warned ye"

You now stand before the door with large snouts and bells dangling from your boots as you stare at the door.

Malakai continues towards the door, and chants back at the tree " Cursed tree, cease you’re chanting and let us be!"

Jarl pulls up right before hitting the tree. "Nope not worth it. To nice a tree"

Jarl’s just about to hack at the tree sends little flying creatures about the room as they dart back and fourth through the foliage.

Zakren looks to Malakai. "Open the door lets go before something else happens."

Malakai attempts to open the door before him, hoping it will open, and hoping the effects of that magic will cease once they step through

Making your way through the indoor nature center and through the door you see before you a flight of stairs leading up to a large wooden door some 15' feet or so up.

Jarl walks over to the other "blasted place. Like a forest from hell or something" touches his now large nose "tree spirits."

Zakren looks upon the staircase going upwards. "Ok Malakai you go first I’ll follow you."

Malakai nods and maneuvers to the front, sword & shield at the ready.

Approaching the door you hear the words " Near fot what sou yee," Reaching the door you see it is a solid and stout door of wood bound in iron bars. On the lower right side of the door rests a handle and just below this is a small keyhole.

Jarl looks to the door "any ye gots a key? Is it open?"

Zakren shrugs, "No we haven't found any keys in here."

[Jarl]: "try the bloody handle will ye?"

Zakren looks to Malakai, "Well go ahead try it."

[Malakai]: " Here for what you see," he says as he reaches towards the door handle. It is locked, of course..."

Zakren sighs. "Damnit ok how do we get in Isreal is posing."

[Jarl]: "hmm. And the tree spirits don't seem to like us much" *jingle. Jingle*

[Malakai]: " Maybe it is a game to them... Maybe they won't find it so funny if we torch their trees...."

[Zakren]: "Try and force the door its not like we have been quiet through out the tower."

Jarl points to the door "that door. Ha! Its your broken arm not mine"

Zakren sighs. "You guys are suppose to be the tough ones." Shakes his head standing to the side of the door.

[Jarl]: "besides. I don't think the lad is strong enough to force the door open"

[Malakai]: " Hear for what you see...." he thinks

Jarl laughs "and ye the wise one"

[Zakren]: "Heh I’m not so sure anymore traveling through these woods and all " laughing at his own words.

Jarl tilts his head "hear for what? Why ye say that?"

Malakai shakes his head and braces himself, then lunging against the door, combining his weight and strength to try and force it open.

Listening in the stair well you can only hear the sounds of your own breathing as Malakai slams into the door as he pushes it in off its hinges to open ever so slightly.

[Jarl]: "hmm. That’s it lad. But a little back into it" "see Zakren. I told ye he could do it"

Malakai stands and shakes himself off " There..." he says, a bit satisfied with himself.

Zakren nods as he tries to see beyond the doorway.

[Jarl]: "well. No since hiding now. Lets get moving"

Getting past the lock you see this is a hexagonal room cluttered with diverse furniture and magic apparatus. In each wall of the room are two stained glass windows. Between each set of windows is a small niche covered with leaded glass. A gem is visible inside each niche. In the second niche to your right, directly over the workbench, rests the only amber gem in the room that you can see.

Zakren points "There, there is the gem we came for that amber one over there."

Jarl nods "great. Go ahead and grab it then. Why did ye want it again in the first place?"

[Malakai]: " Now we just need to get the rest of the door off." he says, as he draws his leg back and puts his weight into a kick to knock the door in.

Malakai kicks the rest of the door as it falls upon the floor in a crunching sound.

Jarl looks into the room *gulp* "now what. Looks like a trap waiting to happen, if ye ask me"

Zakren peers in from behind Malakai; "Well what do you think?"

Jarl slowly walks into the room staying alone the wall. He heads clock wise till he gets to the desk

Zakren slips in following behind Jarl.

Malakai stays in the hall, wary of entering the study of a powerful mage....

[Jarl]: "Me thinks this isn't going to go well without a trap finder"

Making you way about the room near the gem you hear the strange unknown language coming form with in the room somewhere across from you. Shortly after that you begin to start to understand the words. "So you think you can just walk into my home kill my pets and steal my property?" You can hear a hardy laugh after this comment when before you across the room a shimmering image of an old man begins to appear before your eyes. Dressed in a long flowing robe of blue, off set by his silver hair and beard stands before you an aged human man. In his right hand is a wand of reddening wood capped with a golden eagle head.

Tormaq walks over to his desk as he slowly sits down in the chair. "So what do you suppose I do with all of you? Maybe feed you to the beasts in the woods, or maybe turn you into my new pets since you seem to see fit in killing my old ones. Or maybe just maybe I could let you all live and make you perform a service for me in return for your actions upon my home." Reaching up and rubbing his chin. "Hmm, what to do what to do. What do you think I should do with your hides?"

Jarl stops and looks at the man

Zakren grows flush and pale as he looks upon the man saying nothing.

The man looks over towards Jarl and Zakren awaiting an answer.

Jarl rubs his beard. "What kind of service ye have in mind?"

Tormaq begins to laugh and snicker once more. "I know what I'll do with you, you will go and get my staff from Fesspel you will. Yup that will do just fine, and when you return not only will I let you live but I'll also throw in those gems you seem to have a liking for. Now tear off a piece of each of your clothing and place them in a pile on the floor."

Malakai is still in hall, remaining silent.

[Jarl]: "what are ye about old mage? Ye make a grand tower and fill it with foul creatures."

[Tormaq]: "You may also add to that everything you have taken from my home as well." Looking across his desk at you two.

[Jarl]: "I have taken nothing from ye home."

[Tormaq]: "What I do here is my business and none of yours. Why do you seek out such dwellings far away from settlements? I know you have taken two gems from my home as well as killed my pets, do you wish to argue this?" The man leans across his desk more intently.

[Jarl]: "me was here seeking shelter and refuse from that night beast. If ye most know"

[Tormaq]: "Now again tear off a piece of your clothing and set it down with the rest of my belongings. This includes your friend out in the stairwell."

Zakren tears off a piece of his cloak and places it on the floor.

[Jarl]: "me has taken nothing from you nor did me wants anything from ye." Holds out his hand "but. Me would be honored to help a great creator such as yourself is ye be of the right way"

Malakai speaks up " I have taken nothing, and want nothing from your home. A young man with a mule invited me here; I had no want to be forced to destroy your property... But I was imprisoned in that room down there by those bushes..."

The man looks over the room and begins to chant once more as Isreal and Russeth are spit out from with in their frames and on to the floor.

[Tormaq]: "You two as well may tear off a piece of your clothing."

Isreal tumbles out the frame and onto the floor.

The old man peers over at your remarks seeming to have little interest in your remarks as he awaits his belongings and a piece of your clothing.

[Malakai]: " I do not wish to leave you a piece of my clothing, since I have no wish to ever meet or speak to you again. As I said, I have not invaded your home.... I merely wish to go from here... Alive...."

[Tormaq]: "Ahh well there sir you will not leave this place until you leave a piece of your garment." Smiling as he finishes speaking.

Isreal seams to reach down and you hear a rip and he flings a peace of cloth out onto the floor

Jarl thinks for a minute "BA. Okay ye want a piece. Me gives you something" he unbuckles his belt and slides down his pants. He then tears off a piece from the back side of his undergarment and throws that on the floor "bah. There ye are. Hope it smell pretty for ye" he pulls his pants back up

Malakai removes a piece of his cloak and places it among the others.

Russeth removes a piece of his cloak as well before placing it on the pile of pieces.

Tormaq nods as the garments fly upon the floor. "Now my gems if you don't mind."

Zakren turns and looks at Russeth.

[Isreal]: "I don’t have the gems an where is Elina? What have you done with her?"

[Tormaq]: "Now with these should you try to run away and not retrieve my staff or try to keep it once you do so I will be able to track you down, and seek payment for damages done. But you look like a fine bunch so I shouldn't have to do that now would I?" Looking toward you as if in deep thought as he sits quietly thinking his eyes almost shut from the squinting.

[Isreal]: "Where is Elina what have you done with her?"

[Jarl]: "so what ye staff be like and all that stuff. Tell us what ye will so we can get the stick back to ye"

[Tormaq]: "Hmm I have done nothing with her she has done it to her self, their young lad."

Tormaq slowly standing up and making his way over to you. "Now before I send you on your way listen to what I say carefully. You will have to make your way across the Dragon Reach to the foothills of the Earthspur Mountains. The foul Fesspel dwells in a cave system near the base of the mountain range. All you need do is travel due east until you find the cave, I wouldn't think this to be to hard for folk like yourselves who have no problems coming through the Velarwood to steal my belongings." Standing before you with his right hand upon his chin while his left hand cups his elbow as if in deep thought again. "I will give you until the next full moon to return, should you fail to do so or deviate from your mission I will take one of you per day until you return or until you are all dead! To we have an agreement?"

[Isreal]: "well Russeth will we work for him?"

Zakren reluctantly replies to the man and his words.

[Isreal]: "an what’s to say you will not TRY to kill us when we get you staff?"

[Jarl]: "do ye have a map locating this cave. The Earthspur Mountains aren't a small area to explore ye know"

[Tormaq]: "Heh I could just kill you now if you like. I also said travel due east to the mountains from here." Sitting back in his plush chair.

Jarl grumbles "mages" "anyway what ye stick look likes so we know when we find it?"

[Isreal]: "well will work for you but you must free or other friend Elina"

[Tormaq]: "You will know it when you see it my little hairy one" Looking across to Jarl.

Jarl winks back at the mage "ya. Me bet it has all mighty wizard king written all over it"

[Tormaq]: "Now with that said you can be on your way." As he begins to go into chanting once more waving his arms before you as you feel a gentle breeze begin to blow across you. No sooner as he finishes he begins another twisted use of words as one by one you begin to fade away from the room, finding yourselves appearing outside the tower once more in the woods. Everyone but Elina is outside the tree. Across from you lying upon the ground is the remains of a large beast with many heads severed from its body as well as three humanoid figures.

Jarl stomps his foot "don't know. And Russ is he here?"

[Isreal]: "where is Elina?" Looking for her "where is she? We can’t leave here"

Russeth stands staring off into the woods as Isreal complains about not seeing the lass.

Zakren makes his way to the fallen bodies. Hey its Hawk and the others!" Checking over them for the signs of life.

[Isreal]: "Is Elina there? Or is she still in the tower?

Looking about Elina is no where to be seen around the tower or moat.

Jarl cups his hands and yells up to the mages area "hey mage! Free the lass as well or me will sit here and sing at the top of me lunges all night"

Isreal starts back into the tow throwing the torn sack into the water that he wore instead of his clothing

[Jarl]: "me. Me. Me. me! There, once was an old mage. So old...and broken. What ye think? I can keep going?"

[Isreal]: "I will get Elina back we are not leaving with out here I will burn the tower to the ground before I let that old bastard keep the lady

Malakai nods at the others he has yet to be introduced to " Greetings, I am Malakai"

[Isreal]: "no time to talk we must get Elina back"

Zakren looks to the stranger "Yes we know you told us back in the hall."

[Isreal]: "staff "walking across the bridge heading back into the tower

[Jarl]: "he had not one. Not two but three warts on his ugly long nose"

Malakai checks his nose to make sure it returned to normal

Feeling your nose you see it is still several inches long even after being released from within the tower.

[Jarl]: "Old mage! Old mage! You like in a cage! "

Isreal beats an yells you old bastard I will kill you if you harm the lady I will cut you heart out with a spoon you Twit you cant track me you are as dumb as you are ugly. I a humble man out smarted you I will return an you head will be mine"

Malakai shouts up to the tower " I'll get the dwarf to stop singing if you return our noses to the way they were before we entered your tower!"

[Jarl]: "you think you so smart. But you have no heart!"

While all the commotion is going on Elina appears down near the moat.

[Jarl]: "Old Mage! Old Mage! Now we may part"

Isreal starts back to the group "we have to come up with a plain an if you see any Crows kill them an poke that dammed wizard's eye out

Elina smiles shines at everyone as she appears near the moat and quickly runs clear of it to solid ground and examines the scrolls.

Jarl smiles and waves to Elina "I sing quite well wouldn't you say?"

Zakren stands over the bodies as he covers up Hawk and Sedrick with their cloaks as he tends the wounds of Kirarae.

Malakai shouts again up to the tower " Please reverse the spell those tree things placed on our noses!"

[Isreal]: '"Zak that armor, that Hawk wears is magic let the New guy have it may help if Hawk be passed"

Zakren nods as he strips down the plate armor from Hawk's remains.

[Elina]: "Singing?" Laughing as she speaks. "All I heard was squealing."

[Isreal]: "I managed to trick the old wizard I gave him sackcloth an, not my clothing I am free to go where I please that may help us"

Zakren snickers, "It doesn't matter, Isreal if he has one of us he has us all." Removing the last of the armor.

Jarl walks over to the fallen and does the last rights for each of them. He takes out a gold coin and places one in each of their mouths "safe passage lads"

[Isreal]: "not really I can move freely maybe I could get help or something"

Zakren chants over Kirarae spreading his hands out over him as he sends his healing light into him.

[Elina]: "What happened to those guys?" Saying as she raises her head for the first time from her scrolls.

Jarl looks to Elina "that most have been the old mage squealing"

[Elina]: "Oh? The old mage was very nice to me." Saying as she places the two scrolls in between her spell book and returns them into her pack.

Kirarae comes to as he gasps for air. 'The beast came back it attacked us we tried to fight it off but it was too strong." Blabbing almost hysterically.

Malakai walks towards the bodies of these peoples' comrades "

Jarl places his hand out "rest lad. You are okay now"

[Isreal]: "yes they are our friend"

Elina lays a comforting hand upon Kirarae. "It’s alright now." Saying as she settles herself down upon the ground and starts copying the spells from the scrolls to her book.

Zakren has taken care of his wounds.

[Malakai]: " Are you going to consume their flesh?"

[Isreal]: "NICE, NICE Elina are you daft the man has monsters working for him in a evil wood an said he would kill us if we did not do something for him an will still try to kill us when we come back think woman think"

Jarl looks to the sky "so do we leave now or wait till later?"

Isreal looks up looking for the sun in the sky

Malakai accepts Hawk's armor " I accept your friend's wear, and am honored that you picked me to bare it...."

[Jarl]: "well lets get moving. While the sun is still up and that beast isn't out. How many days do we have anyway?"

Thinking of your predicament you realize, you will lose 5 days just getting out of the woods and back to Harrowdale. Or making it in 3 days if you trek through the southern unknown woods to the plains.

[Elina]: "Well what will you do if a couple of strangers break into your home and disturb your sleep? I am sure you will be as hostile as he is." Saying as she continues with her work.

Zakren looks to the dead beast with many heads. "Well Isreal you want to swim back down to the bottom of the moat for whatever it was you found?"

[Isreal]: "you are starting to scare me Elina siding with people who want us dead? You need to get with the group"

Elina beams a wonderfully sweet smile at Isreal's comment and returns to her work.

Isreal pulls out a rope you hold this end I will go down you pull me back up when I tug on the rope"

Jarl helps Zakren hold on to the rope "what is he doing now. There can't be anything down there "

Isreal finishes tying the rope and hands one end to Zak "remember when I tug"

[Zakren]: 'He felt something the last time he was in there but was saved from drowning at the time."

Isreal takes off his pack and jumps in the water

[Jarl]: "and he wonders why his gets stuck in boxes and picture frames"

Malakai walks towards a tree; sitting at it's base and leaning against it. Thinking over the earlier events in his head.

Zakren laughs to him self at Jarl's comments as he watches the rope and the bubbles in the water.

[Jarl]: "ye knows what he is going to find down there right...a big. Rock, and that’s about it"

You stand about the area above when you see the rope being tugged upon.

Jarl reaches for the rope "now?"

Zakren begins to pull with Jarl's words as the rope slowly comes up with Isreal on the other end.

Isreal gets to the top gasping for breath

Jarl looks about Isreal. "Nope." looks again at Isreal "nope. Not yet no Zak he doesn't have any gills"

[Isreal]: "here hold this "handing what he found to Zak an looking for it at it for the first time

Climbing out he pulls up a body of a long since rotting human clad in plate mail armor at its side is a small blade or dagger tucked away with in a rotting leather sheath. As he hands a small bottle to Zakren.

Isreal says give me a hand with this as he comes out of the water

Zakren looks at the small vial then hands it out to Elina. "Here ya go lass something for you to look at later."

Jarl "oh. What a treat ye bring up the Long dead. For us to see"

Elina nods at Zakren and places the vial into her pouch and returns to her work.

[Isreal]: "there is still something else down there I want to go down again there is a sword somewhere down there

The remains though long, since picked clean still bare a nice suit of plate as the muck and mud are removed to view a shinny set of armor.

[Isreal]: "you guys hold the rope again I am going back down"

[Jarl]: "ye see any hammers down there well that would be something better then old rotting here"

[Isreal]: "well Jarl you can go down there"

Zakren begins removing the armor from the remains as he places the pieces off to the side.

Jarl looks at the armor "ya think it would fit. Ha. And me am an old goblin's mother. If ye thinks me going down there for anything"

Zakren looks up "Fit or not it will fetch a nice price on the market."

[Isreal]: "hold the rope I am going back down once more" readies him self for going down again

Jarl again helps Zakren hold the rope

Isreal Dives in again looking for anything else at the bottom.

Elina smiles as she completes one of the spells, transferring it from the scroll to her book. Words from the scroll magically vanish in to glimmering dust as the element's flows into her spell book.

Zakren picks up the dagger and looks at it while watching the waters for Isreal.

Elina bends her head and starts on the other scroll.

Isreal tugs the rope again and waits for them to pull him up

Jarl begins to pull on the rope "now. He be ready"

Pulling upon the rope Isreal soon surfaces once more from beneath the moat waters.

[Isreal]: "well that seams to be it nothing else down there what all did we get?"

Zakren throws the dagger at Isreal "Here you use these little things."

Jarl smiles "my Zakren what a big fish you just caught. I must ask what kind of bait do you use?"

Zakren looks to the others "Ok any of you wish to wear this armor before I sack it up?"

Isreal grabs the dagger an says "yeah now 2 I can throw one "

[Jarl]: "wish me could but I think it be too heavy. Let me try first and see if no others want it"

Isreal pulls the dagger from the sheath to look at it and see how it feels

[Malakai]: " I've got all I need..."

Jarl looks over the armor and tries the put on the breast plate after taking his current armor off

[Zakren]: "Well Kirarae and I can wear it but I don’t see battle much so it lies between you two."

Malakai removes his studded leather armor, and puts on Hawk's plate.

Jarl tries on the new armor plate, as it seems to custom fit to his small chest. While you sit back and clean up and switch armor as you look about once more to the woods about you keeping an eye for anything that may be lurking about.

Zakren looks about the area and the others. "Shall we get moving?"

[Isreal]: "well I say we rest here and set out early in the morning night travel in these wood are hazardous to ones health" Putting his pack back on and sits to rest

[Zakren]: "It's light out now you want to wait until morning? If we move now at least we are closer to the edge."

Elina continues with her work and starts memorizing her spells once she completes it.

[Malakai]: " I agree with Zakren, I believe we should head out now...."

[Isreal]: "ok we move out as soon as the slow mage is finished with here works"

After searching the waters and debating your options as some time has now passed Elina finishes with her works.

Isreal starts moving out "come on you guys lest make it out of here an soon"

After making your decisions you head out to get back to Harrowdale in haste, as you ponder plans of getting to Fesspel's home and returning the staff to Tormaq. Looking about you see tonight is no different then any other as the fog lumbers along the ground and swirling about your legs as you walk. The sounds of the night are once again alive, as they seem closer to you then ever before. Every now and then you glimpse an eye or two glowing green in the shadows about you.

Elina nods with a smile as the words upon the scroll vanish into her book. Standing, she returns the book and the now empty parchments into her pack. "Ready when you are."