We rested, and healed ourselves.  Also we noted that those of us who had
been struck down by the headaches had a bit less drive to continue, a bit
less will to carry on this fight.  We discussed this and Merlaine looked
for any physical signs of what may be causing it.  She found none.  Shali
examined our auras and hers as well, noting that there was no discernible
cause in any of the effected auras.  It is a mystery, but we feel sure that
it is some lingering effect of the headaches.
  	As we were bedding down to let sleep heal what Merlaine or spells could
not, we heard a distinct plop, as if something soft had landed nearby.
Instantly we were alert, and it did not take us long to discover the source
of the sound.  A large rat had dropped from a hole in the ceiling and
landed in the rubble of the statues near us.
  	Well, within a few seconds Shali had cast a binding on the rat, while
Bob, Brianna and Shali as well all used the talents they have that allow
them to communicate with such creatures.  The rats was not very
communicative, being of limited intelligence.  Shali did however sense that
there was already another who was controlling the rat, and had caused it to
intrude on our evening camp.  A quick debate followed, in which it was
decided that since we did not know the origin of the rat, we would send it
away, for rats, while a danger only in great numbers, do make excellent
spies.  And what we do and say, we want no one else to know.  So, Shali
used her binding to cause the rat to go far away searching for food, which
it did.
     Not five minutes later, we heard another plop, and another rat landed
not far from where the first one had.  This rat had a much crumpled and
twisted piece of paper in its mouth.  Again we bound it almost instantly,
and ordered it to drop the paper, which it did.  Bob unrolled the missive
with his spear, and what we saw confused us.  There, on the paper, was the
word Friend?  in the common tongue, although it was misspelled.  The word
had obviously been written by the rat, who had walked through mud or some
such, and then tracked on the paper, to spell out the word.
	  We questioned this rat as well, and got not much more from it.  After a
while of us trying to get answers of some kind from the creature, the rat
stood up on its hind legs, and used one of its front feet to point towards
the large brass doors down the corridor.   Deciding to open the door did
not take much time.  We arrayed ourselves for trouble, warriors to the
front with axe, sword or bow and magicians in the back with spells at the
ready.  I undid the runelock I had laid upon the door and slowly opened the
portal.
	  Outside, about forty feet from the door, stood a most unusual person.
He was tall, well over 6 feet, and dressed in long dark blue and red robes
which were of silk.  He had a large number of necklaces, rings and such on,
and wore a silver skullcap which was decorated with the long and slender
horns of an antelope or some such creature.  In his hand he held a staff
which looked to be made of solid brass.  Rupert went into a near panic when
he saw this figure, saying to us over and over again that this was "the
spook," that had killed several of his fellow mercenaries.
	  This figure said something, but it was in a language unknown to any of
us.  Since this being was able to talk to the rats, and so were we, we
could get some basic communication across.  Shali examined the beings aura,
and determined it to be a greater undead, and a Celestial magician as well.
Now that we knew the nature of this being, Merlaine cast a spell which
allowed her to communicate with creatures of an enchanted nature.  Once
that was done, she translated to the rest of us what the creature said.
	  This being's name is/was Shavashi, and he was the last priest/guardian
of this temple; he wanted to know why we were here.  We told him, through
Merlaine, of our mission to root out and destroy the slavers.  Shavashi
seemed very concerned as to what our intentions were once we had destroyed
the slavers.  He seemed very confused and also relieved when we told him we
intended to go away, to either rest up over the winter, or find some other
entertaining mayhem to get involved in somewhere else.
	  After thinking for a minute, Shavashi and his pet rats advanced down the
corridor of shattered statues, he seemed very sad that the statues were
broken.  When he got to the wall in back of the altar he rested his hand
against it for a second, and the wall swung open.  Shavashi entered the
room with all the niches in the walls full of bones, and most of my
companions followed.  Rupert wanted nothing to do with this, so he and I
stayed to guard the courtyard, and thus our party's back.
	  Shavashi gestured to one of the bundles of bones, and Bob gently
retrieved it and at Shavashi's direction laid it on the altar.  Bob
retrieved and lit one of the large oil lamps, since it was a gray and rainy
morning outside and not much light came through the holes in the ceiling.
Again, at Shavashi's direction Bob open the bundle of bones.  It turns out
that these bone piles are really scrolls.  Human arm, thigh and other long
bones are tied to each other using sinew or leather, forming a ladder like
assemblage.  These bones are then written on, with small marks on the end
of the bone indicating which side of the bone was which, thus if a bone is
rotated one quarter turn, more writing can be applied.
	  Since none could read the scroll, I was summoned from my post and asked
to translate.  Shavashi informed us that this was one of the last dreams of
the dreamer Moana-nar, and was the reason he was so concerned about us. The
writing is the same as the runes carved into the walls of this place.
After Shavashi answered a few of my questions about what certain runes
meant and such, I was able to translate the whole grim scroll.  It read
thus:

            When elf and orc fight side by side
	There is no where to run, no where to hide.
	The heaven's shall open, and stars fall from the skies,
	as riders of iron rend the air with metallic cries.
	All who remain, with death shall ride,
	as the dark ones come to claim their bride.
	Blood red will run the water where the Aboleth lies,
	and an age shall pass before his worship shall once again rise.
	Night's eye wide open shall watch hell's dark ride,
	And all the vale shall be washed away by the bloody, unholy tide.

	  Well, we could all now see why Shavashi was so concerned, as we looked
from To-gurrick to Merlaine, and back again.  We assured Shavashi that we
did not intend to destroy his temple or the valley or anything.  He nodded,
and said that he had watched us somewhat, and was convinced that we were
only the harbingers of the prophecy, not those who would carry it out.  At
our urging, he told us of this temple, and those who had lived here long
ago.
	  Far below this temple, in a lake that is very deep and very cold, there
lies a creature known as the Aboleth.  It is not known if this creature is
a god, or some greater spirit-like being.  But what is known is that it is
asleep.  So great is this creatures spirit, and so deep is its sleep, that
its dreams mirror and can even effect reality, and can reflect both the
past and the future.. as Shavashi phrased it, the dreams of the Aboleth are
like looking into the dark scrying glass of the creators.   But, so deep is
the Aboleth's sleep, that a person who wants to see/experience these dreams
has to be in the same realm as the Aboleth, dead, yet not dead, yet not
alive.
	  Shavashi tells us that many many years ago, people would come to this
temple in search of answers to great problems, or hoping for a clearer
glimpse of the future, or merely to "skate on the ice of the universe, and
peer at what is within" as Shavashi puts it.  These people would undergo
days of ritual fasting, prayer and meditation.  Then, the priests of the
temple would tie brass weights to their arms and legs, along with a great
length of rope.  Then these people would be thrown into the shaft of water
that lead straight down to the Aboleth's underground lake, several miles
below.
	  After the proscribed time, which seems to be about half of an hour, the
priests would pull the person up.  These people were always dead.  It is
known however that if a person drowns in cold water, a skilled healer can,
sometimes, revive that person long after they should have died and gone on
to whatever waits on the other side.  It was while these people were dead
that they dreamed the same dreams as the Aboleth.  The priests were skilled
healers, and were able to revive perhaps two thirds of those that sought
the dreams of the Aboleth.  The other third were honored, and their bodies
given back to the dark water, food for the Aboleth.
	  Shavashi gestured at the walls with their niches and piles of bones, and
said that every bone-scroll was the remains of a keeper of this temple.
And that when a keeper died, his four greatest visions or prophecies were
written on their bones, and then placed in here.
	  We talked a bit more with Shavashi about the Aboleth and the temple.  He
said that the temple was originally destroyed about 800 years ago by
barbarian raiders, and that is also when he was killed.  However, his
spirit could not leave his oath unfulfilled, so now he fulfills the duty in
life that he did in death, although because of his nature, he can no longer
heal or experience the dreams of the Aboleth.
	  We asked him if he would help us to rid the temple of the slavers, and
he agreed, if we would in turn help him.  He said that he did not want the
Aboleth to be forgotten, that someday perhaps the temple could be rebuilt
and people once again taste the dreams of the Aboleth.  He said that he had
a book that described in detail the rituals and procedures for drinking the
Aboleth's dreams, and that if we would take the book out of here with us,
and give it to someone in the outside world who was known as a keeper of
knowledge, then he would aid us.  We said we would, and that we would
either give the book to the priests of Oghma, who is a patron god of bards
and scholars, or give the book to the Elves, who are keepers of ancient
lore second to none.  Shavashi said this would be acceptable.  We asked him
if we might also take with us some of the bone scrolls, as it would be a
shame to lose all of them in the coming holocaust, and have no record of
the past keepers.  Shavashi looked on us with great thanks at this
suggestion, and so it was that I laid aside the sack of gold, 102 pieces,
that I had been carrying, and also my composite bow and arrows, even my
trueshaft specials!  In turn I picked up objects far more valuable.  I now
carry eight bone scrolls, the writings of dreamers long dead.  My
companions as well took all the scrolls they could carry without
endangering themselves.
	  Then Shavashi showed me where the book was.  It was in the cemetery.
The cemetery is a quiet place, overgrown with ivy and other creeping vines.
In the center of this small garden of death was a very simple building of
marble, barely 5 feet to a side.  It was here that the book rested in a box
most ornately carved and guilt with gold and silver.  Shavashi bid me open
the box and look at the book.  Bound in leather a deep red in color, the
book is five hundred pages in length, and illuminated with the greatest of
artistry and care.  Shavashi then bid me close the box, and pointed to a
small niche, which I would not have spotted otherwise.  In there rested a
small silver key.  With great care I locked the box shut and removed it
from the pedestal upon which it rested.  I stuffed the priceless treasure
deep into my pack, padding around it such soft items as I carry, my
blanket, spare cloths and such.  Then I rejoined my companions, as did
Shavashi.
	  For his help, Shavashi again touched the wall behind the altar and the
small wall section turned again, revealing the huge fire opal mirror that
we had found before.  Shavashi said the there were other, less effective
ways to part the veil that shielded the future from the eyes of the
present, and this was one of them.  He told us that any who were familiar
with scrying the stars could use this to scry as well, usually with greater
clarity.  He did warn us that some who use it, can never get their mind out
of the crystalline trance, and go mad, their mind forever wandering a maze
of shimmering crystal corridors.  He said that he had used this stone to
scry  the slavers and the "old man" when they came here.  Figuring that the
old man was their leader, he concentrated his scrying on him, and these are
the prophecies he got concerning the old man, who we believe to be Enkil
Dolgenen.

	"That which kills them, makes them stronger."
	And  "The warriors best companion is their power, and their worst fear."

	  Not a whole lot to go on in the way of information, but Shavashi said
that no matter what questions he asks, whenever he asks for information
concerning the leaders of these slavers, he gets one of these two readings.

	  Shavashi then said he had to leave, as the rain was thinning to a
drizzle, and the cloud cover was thinning as well, and he was averse to
sunlight.  He told us to seek him out in the cemetery if we had any further
need of him or his lore.
	
  	We thanked him profusely, and told him we would guard his treasures with
our lives.  I know this would not have made me feel very secure about my
treasures safety, considering where we are and what we are going to do, but
Shavashi seemed genuinely pleased.  He bowed to us and faded away.  The
rats took the opportunity to flee the area.
	  We decided that we needed still more information if we could get it.  We
took the opportunity to gather information, and give a message of
encouragement to the slaves.    I had Shali, who is a bard of no small
skill, write up a speech that would encourage the poor souls still down
below, give them hope and rouse in them anger against their captors.  Shali
did so without much delay, and it was a speech much better and more
inspiring that I have heard in a long time.
	  After a few practices so I would not look like I was reading from a
scroll, I cast three seeing runesticks upon the ground and cast the
visitation spell upon them.  It was a success and a ghostly double of me
appeared in the room where the slaves were kept.  They of course all
noticed me at once, and the clamor they set up was near to overwhelming.  I
recited the speech, which seemed to affect some of them greatly, while
others not at all.  Then, seeing that they still had not been fed I
promised them that when we returned to set them free we would bring food.
I also looked around a bit to see if the slavers had been here since we
had, and it appeared not.  The burnt and slashed bodies of the slavers we
had killed still lay where they had fallen, now still and cold.  The body
of the giant that Brianna had scared to death was still in the corridor.  I
do think that the rotting bodies of the slavers leant credence to my speech
in the eyes of the slaves.  Many of the captives did seem impressed, and
gladdened by the dead bodies.
	  Then a little mischievous thought entered my head, and I caused the
image of myself to walk down the small corridor, and to the door into the
larger corridor.  Then, with a full blown Mountain Folk battle cry on my
breath I had my image walk through the still closed door and into the
corridor where the slavers had set up their new barracks.  The effect was
wonderful.  I swear some of them even wet their armor!  They all stood up
with a cry and drew weapons.  I cried a battle cry again, and then launched
into a full volume improvised speech about how death was coming for them,
that they had been judged for their deeds and found guilty.  I told them
that there was no where they could hide and no way they could avoid the
fate of their companions.  They of course attacked me.  The cries of dismay
and shouts of "undead, ghost!" as their weapons passed right through the
image of me was worth this whole trip!
	  All too soon my time was up, and the image of me faded out with a last
admonition by me that I would see the slavers in hell, or in their dreams,
which ever came first.  That ought to make sure they get a good rest this
night.  I had to explain to my companions what I had done, as they expected
the speech to the slaves, but not the improv one to the slavers.  They all
got a great deal of enjoyment from my telling of the sight.  It is the
first time we have truly laughed for a while, and our spirits were
heightened considerably.
	  Time again for more serious information gathering.  Brianna , who
amongst us can read the stars, sat and gazed into the fiery crystal mirror.
She tried to enter the same sort of trance she does as when she gazes at
the sky, but it would not work.  The crystal remained merely a pretty rock,
and refused to give a glimpse of anything more profound than its own
reddish-blue surface.  We debated for a while as to what to do.
	  Eventually it was decided that this was important enough to try that
some sacrifices had to be made.  And so, reluctantly, Shali handed over the
spirit gem that she had been wearing, and from which she had taken the
knowledge of the Ritual of Summoning heroes.   So I guess Xena, warrior
princess wont ride with our party come this Samhain.  Ah well, I cannot say
as if I am really sorry about that.  Of course,  Merlaine, Vasquez and I
have yet to wear that cursed thing.
	 When Brianna donned the crystal, she let her mind sift through the
thoughts and memories of the soul trapped within the gem until she found
what she wanted, then made it her own.  Now Brianna has the same skill as
the trapped soul does at reading the night sky.  And that skill is
impressive indeed let me tell you!  Brianna set right to work, she prepared
herself and then sat and gazed again at the crystal.  This time, something
happened.  Her eyes grew wide, and she began to rock back and forth and
then mumble to herself.  Her whispered voice told us that the leaders of
armies should lead the army they had, and that their exit was the darkness
above while our exit was the darkness below, or the woodland grove.  It was
then that Brianna learned the cost of such seeing.  For, exhausted as she
was, she had not the strength to do such seeing, and so we watched in
horror as her cheeks sunk in and her eyes grew dim, and she fell over,
unconscious.
	  Merlaine tells us that the seeing took much out of Brianna, and that a
lot of the reserves of her own body were used up.  It will take a while for
this to be able to be healed.  Later, while Brianna sipped tea, we began to
unravel her utterances.  The darkness above and below were easy enough.
The cavern we came into the valley through is above us, and Shavashi tells
us of a cavern below the water, where he would often go to meditate by
gazing at the black mirror of the water of an underground lake in the
cavern.   But Shavashi also told us that he is sure there is no exit from
that cavern, although he has not been there in over 800 years, as for some
reason his present form cannot venture into the lower reaches of the
temple.
	  And the army, well, we are guessing that to be the slaves down below.
We have sealed the room from the rest of the temple as far as we can tell,
the only way in now being through the caverns.  So, we have access to them,
and the slavers may not... and they are trained to fight.  I know it's
stretching things a bit, but it is the only reasoning we can come up with.
	  After this, more information gathering!  Merlaine got out her crystal
balls, and concentrated on seeing in them several faces she had tried to
remember from amongst the slavers who escaped our first assault.  She was
rewarded!  Her first try brought her the image of a sorely wounded ( burns
I might add) man sitting amongst a great many companions.  They were all
armed with whips and flails, and dressed in leather armor, and seeming to
have set up a camp.  Merlaine recognized their new barracks as the corridor
just outside the very ornate door where we had so recently fought.
	  With her second crystal, Merlaine scored big time!  She saw the fellow
she remembered, and he was very near Enkil himself!  Enkil Dolgenen,
dressed in fine silks and jewelry, was talking to a group of slavers, who
were in turn yelling at several groups of ogres.  These were no beaten and
half starved ogres like we had fought before, these ogres were well fed,
and armed in chain mail scaled to their massive size and armed with huge
maces and steel clubs, with spikes and blades protruding from the ugly
heads of the weapons.  These were the juggernauts we had seen above, back
at the orcish compound, and Merlaine counted at least twenty of them.
Enkil was in the caverns, so we surmised he knew we would have to come
thought the caverns again to get back into the temple, and was placing his
troops accordingly.

	  After some thinking, a plan evolved.  I make it a habit to carry a pair
of Portal runesticks tucked in the boot sheath which most folk use for
daggers, and this plan would require those.  I hate to use my emergency
back-up supplies when my life is not in imminent danger, however, I could
see no way around it.  We had another bit of good fortune.  We decided to
take the time to open the small black box we had found back in Meeshena's
bedroom.  The lock refused to yield to Brianna's picks, and Merlaine did
not want to waste the energy to open it with a spell, so Bob forced it open
with a dagger.  When the box sprang apart, it spilled onto the floor
several small round black objects, which quickly rolled into the cracks in
the stone floor.  We were able to find all of them, and they are pearls,
but black instead of the usual white.  Shali informs us that black pearls
are the most valuable kind.  We each took one pearl, except for Rupert who
was not fighting with us when we took the mages bedroom.
	  So, Brianna being healed, our purification rituals being done, Bob then
cast Trollskin spells on those of use that had used them up.  We considered
it worth the risk, as that spell has saved both his and Shali's life within
the past days.  The casting went off without a hitch.  I then laid down the
portal runestick, and hoped my casting would work: it did.  We then
gathered up huge bags of food and drinking water from the mercenaries
supply room.  Carrying these bags slowed us down considerably, but
hopefully we would not be carrying them long.
	  Bob and Merlaine then cast Walking unseen spells upon all of us, and
Brianna cast Witchsight, so we could see and communicate with each other.
Then we pushed back the altar, and down we went again.
	  It is a good thing we were unseen, for right at the bottom of the narrow
and treacherous stairs sat one of the ogre warriors.  Moving as quietly as
possible I drew forth from my bag several runesticks.  I then grabbed a
handful of dust and small pebbles and mixed that with some water from my
water skin to form a ball of mud.  I embedded the runesticks in the mud
ball and then gave the whole thing a mighty toss into the darkness of the
caverns.  It splatted against the wall perhaps fifty feet away.
	  The ogre seated near the stairs heard the runesticks fall to the cavern
floor, and went over to investigate, calling other to him as he did.  I
moved aside to let my companions pass.  My fellows began to file past me
and down the corridor just to my right, which led to the room where the
slaves were held.  I stayed and cast a spell, and lo!  an image of Bob
appeared where the illusion runestick I had embedded in the mudball had
fallen.  The ogres were mightily surprised, and began  bellowing battle
cries and beating the illusion with their massive clubs.  The mob of ogres
had their backs to us, as they were intent on smashing the illusory Bob to
paste.  Their cries brought forth the other ogres which had been lurking in
the darkness as I cast another spell.  Lo!  The image of Merlaine appeared
next to Bob, and then Brianna sprang into being nearby.  The ogres were
nearly in a frenzy now, and it was time for us to leave.
	  Down the corridor I went, following the party.  When I was far enough
down I dropped another runestick on the ground and stopped to cast a spell
upon it.  The Runewall sprang into being on the first try, blocking the
ogres from us and our destination, which is a good thing.  Down the
corridor, the ogres keepers had also been lurking in the darkness, and had
seen through our trick much quicker than the dimwitted ogres would have.
They were ordering the ogre's to break off the attack and search the
caverns arm in arm, sweeping with their weapons as they went.   Judging
from the noise, the instant the runewall had appeared, the ogres had begun
beating on that with their clubs.  Beating on a wall of magical force is
about as useful as beating on a boulder with a stick, and I wished the
ogres joy in their endeavor.
	  On we went down the corridor.  When we got near to the slaves holding
room we slowed and were very cautious.  Brianna slipped up and peered into
the room, making sure nothing had changed since my image's visit; nothing
had.  It was decided that I would go in first, as I had given the slaves
the speech just some short hours ago.  So, I touched Shali, which rendered
both of us "visible" again, and stepped forth into the room cautiously.
	  The clamor the second time was even greater than the first.  We were
still somewhat untrusting of these slaves, as they were still armed, so we
did not approach too closely.  Once the furor had died down, and we were
not immediately set upon by some slaver ambush, other members of my party
became seen, and we started handing out the food and water we had brought,
still not getting too close to them.  These poor folk fell upon the food as
if their lives depended on it.  Most of them looked as if they had not
eaten for days.  Once we made sure that every one of them had gotten a fair
portion of what we had brought, we waited while they finished the meal,
which was not long.
	  Then, we told them what the situation was.  We told them of the slavers
we had killed, and of the slavers we hadn't.  We told them what our intent
here was.  We then told them that we could desperately use their help.  If
they decided not to help us, that was fine, and they would still be freed,
but that their help would be welcome.
	  They talked, rather heatedly, amongst themselves, and several times the
arguments almost came to blows.  But in the end, there were two main camps
amongst these slaves.  One of them was all for taking their freedom and
then taking up the sword against their captors.  The other thinks that we
are sent by those same slavers to test them, and they feel sure that if
they agree to take up arms, they will be killed in a horrible fashion in
front of other slaves as a "lesson".  Given what I have seen of these
slavers so far, I can well see why these folk would suspect something like
that.  Eventually it came down to a vote.  All in all about half of the
slaves voted to take up arms against their captors.  And so, we set to the
lengthy job of actually freeing these people.
	Merlaine cast the counter spell to her spell of locking, while I cast the
counter spell to my collage, and down came the runewalls that had kept the
slaves cell doors from opening, back when this had been a trap set for us.
After a tense few seconds, it was clear that this was no longer a trap, and
that these men truly wanted their freedom.
	  Those that had agreed to fight we let keep their weapons, while those
that wanted not to fight we had drop theirs outside the bars of their cage.
No doubt, there are still some amongst this crowd who would take the
opportunity to earn great favor with their captors by ambushing us from
behind and turning us in.  We hope to avoid that.
	  I cast the very last portal runestick on the ground, gave a quick prayer
that the spell would work; for if it didn't, we had twenty armed and angry
ogres to fight.  Miracle of miracles the spell went off!  Vasquez then used
it to port back to the temple and retrieve her mechinicians kit, which
contains a small anvil and chisels.   Rupert told us that the mercenary
company also kept an anvil, for armor repair, in their store room, and so
he went to retrieve that.
	  Once we had the anvils set up, breaking the chains that held the feet of
these slaves went quickly.  It would have gone much faster if they had not
crowded and jostled, each wanting to be first to get their shackles off.
Under the circumstances however, I cannot blame them much.  We have been
down here in this room over two hours now, and had expected the slavers to
show up in force long before this.  It must be that we truly have sealed
this room off from them.
	  Once the slaves were separated into the groups that were staying and
those that were going.  Shali and I showed them the use of the portal
runesticks.  They of course were mistrustful, but since it was the only way
out of the room, they eventually agreed.  We then showed them how to exit
the temple and walk the path that lead to the upper cave.  From there, we
showed them the rune stick trail that led them back to our original
hillside encampment, where, hopefully, the slaves we freed earlier have
been setting up facilities and food for their companions.  As each of the
men who would not fight ported to the temple, we bid them take as much food
and water as they could carry from the mercenaries store.  We feel sure it
will be welcome at the hillside camp.
	  We talked to the remaining slaves, and asked them what they knew of the
temple and its corridors.  This was not much more than we did it turns out.
When we asked if there were any others, our hearts sank again.  These
slaves ( former slaves, for they are now free) tell us of well over a
hundred other humans, women and children mostly, who are still held in this
foul place.  And they are held in the room just outside this one, the one
with the many pits in the floor.  Those pits are actually cages it turns
out.  We have also been told that there are giants and other non-humans
being held as well.
	  So now, all those that wish to leave, have left.  Those of us who remain
will fight.  Our "army" consists of some fifty men and a few women, armed
with leather and trained with dagger, short sword and buckler.  They were
meant to be a wall of flesh, their lives to be wasted in delaying and
weakening a much more powerful army.  But here, even weak and hungry as
they are, they are a force to be reckoned with.  We have and army, we have
a leader, and we have an objective.  Time now to plan our next move, which
means I had best start planning and stop writing.   The first time we
whacked this particular hornets nest, we got a very angry response, but we
are still here, and so we will whack it again, and again and again if need
be, until either we or the hornets are dead.


			                              By My Calloused and Bone Weary Hand,
            	                    This 16 th Day Juno
			                             	The Year of Our Lady 540.


					                                     	Drashak Khea Milari