Rasor looked around. Seeing that no one was getting up he moved to Ophyllia's side and shook her gently as to not break her neck like he had done in the arena to many of his foe's.

" Ophy, wake up, wake up Ophy "

Shaking her a bit harder, she finally came to.

" WOW, I hadn't heard that much noise sense the last Grateful Dead concert. "

Soon all of the others were revived. Tyme Keeper noted that Rasor still had many bad wounds from were the demon had beat him up. Tyme ( knowing that Sageroot can do wonderful things ) offered some of his special tea to the half-orc to make him feel better. Torner reached into his pack and brought out a vile of his magic water. Danidar offered an elven prayer. And within seconds Rasor was as good ( if not better, thanks to the sageroot ) then he had even been.

"So what do we do now ??"
"Looks to me like we gotta save those folks that went to lake Deepbottom", reminded Torner.
"o.k. Deepbottom it is "
"What about finding this 'M' guy ?, isn't he supposed to be in one of those mountains ? We can't just go running around them to find out wich one it is. "

Pavik spoke up "I could fly around them for a while, maybe I'll see something, like a secret entrance or something " < hint, hint > " but I was told to deliver this message to the high priest of Violet Elf in the city of Bottomburn"

He pulls out the letter that the dying elf had given him. Danidar took the letter.

"I'm an high priest of the Elf, your job has been completed"

And then Pavik once again morphed in to a bird, this time he choose an eagle. He could stay in the air longer and move faster, hence cover more ground, or mountains as the case may be.
* POP *

"So what do we do while he's out looking for 'M'??"
"There's still the army that Keebler has at the lake, and the folks that went to Deepbottom city"
"Why not Ophyllia and Gramp's go to the city, I'm sure that the folks from Bottomburn will need an explanation, also there is the army of elf's that took that horrible beating, I'm sure that they could use Ophyllia's kind of cheer at a time like this. The rest of us will go to the lake and deal with Keebler"

And with that the group went their ways.

When Ophyllia and Gramps reached Deepbottom city they saw all the folks. Many were angry that they had been misdirected. Some of them even arguing over a map.

Ophyllia and Gramps explained what happened, then before the crowd became angry at the one time hero Torner for changing the signpost, Ophyllia started them in on a spirited version of ' When the Saints go marching in'.

Rasor, Torner, Danidar, the archer girl, and Tymekeeper, reached the edge of the lake.

Both Rasor and Torner could smell something wrong in the air. Torner peered into the forest as hard as he could.

"I can't see 'em. But I know they're in there"
"... and as soon as we make our move. I'll bet they attack "

The girl strained also. Her senses not as adept as Torner or Rasor ( or her Grandfather ). But she could barely make out the faint odor of troll, and almost thought she heard a horse paw the ground.

Maybe Keebler was playing a game. Maybe he had sent them to the city. The five hero's looked at eachother. All glad to see that they were not by themselves in this fight.

Torner's head cocked up like a tiger that had just got wind of it's prey.

"SHHH, they're moving "

Back in Deepbottom city, Ophyllia had gotten the citizens all cheery. She had just started teaching some of the elven soldiers the 'Macarena' ( which Ophyllia did quite well I must add ).

Then a large eagle landed near her. To her ( and the rest of the folks ) surprize it transformed into a person.

"Ophyllia, Gramp's, where are the others ??"
"They went to the lake, why do ask Pavek ??"
"I think I found something. "