 Re: As the Mount Rumbles... By: Nystramo Nystramo couldn't help but smile when D1amond took up her gaurd with a grunt and a huff. He knew she wouldn't be happy when he dismissed his gaurds, but they're strength was needed elsewhere. Besides, trying to get around the mount quickly surrounded by ten heavily armed kuldar had proved to be almost impossible. Watching D1's scowl, however, he knew this was not the time to explain this to her, nor that if he wasn't safe in the heart of Lonely Mountain, a few kuldar would not likely save him. He made with do with a shrug, a concilatory smile, and a "Sorry, lass. Ya ken 'ow confusin' it be ri' now." "Hrmph," she replied. "It gits a blasted si' more confusin' if'n ye gits yerself kilt, lad." After a moments thought she added, "An', jes' in case ya ha' nae thots o' it a'ready, keeps yer eye on Tigg. We ken there be a darklin' abouts, an' ya ken he been magixed by 'em once a'ready." This thought gave Nystramo pause. In truth, he hadn't considered that. On the one hand, he didn't want to do anything to make the bouncer think he didn't have any faith in him. On the other, some precautions were definitely in order. "A'rite, lass, I posts four gaurds on me door. Two in, two out. They keeps a close eye on any tha' enters ta sees me. Tha' be enou fer ya?" D1 considered a moment, then nodded. The chief barked out the command to the nearest messenger, who ran off to find the Ten. D1 opened her mouth to say something further, but stopped when the noise started. It started low, as a distant rumbling, then gathered in strength. It reached its peak, ending with a resounding crash. The silence that followed could only be described as oppressive as every dwarf in the mountain stopped what they were doing to listen. No words were exchanged. None were needed. Everyone knew what had happened. Lonely Mountain was sealed. A Conversation By: D1AMOND 2 D1amond waited for Nystramo's replacement guards to arrive. From his maps and diagrams, Nystramo pointed out to her the tunnels that had been collapsed and some of the traps that Moradinson had laid. The guards arrived, D1 kissed Nystramo on the cheek and left him to his work. As she was leaving, she glared sternly at the attending guards, "Anythin happens ta him an' ye answers ta me, ya here?" The guards straightened and nodded curtly. As D1amond left the war room, she looked around and spotted Baldar Hmr hurrying across the main hall. "BALDAR!" D1amond yelled at the top of her lungs with the angriest voice she could muster. The lad stopped dead in his tracks and D1 could see him flinch. "Aye lass?" Baldar turned and asked, rubbing his head in remembrance of the last time she had gotten angry at him. She walked up to him grinning widely, "Jus' tryin' to gets your attention lad." He smiled back tentatively. D1 continued, "Ye ken wher Tig be, lad?" Baldy shrugged, "Guess he still be out setting traps lass." "Ye ken where he be settin'?" After Baldar told her exactly where Tigguhr was, D1 went back to her rooms. She unbuckled her armor and put it away, along with her shield. Reaching into a stone chest, she pulled out a box and removed a pair of mithral bracers and fastened them around her wrist. She removed her steel toed battle boots and replaced the with some softened suede boots that pulled up past her knees. Inside the top of the boots there was enough room for her to place various scrolls and a dagger. She strapped her sword back on and went to find Tigguhr. Not having any duties assigned to her after waiting around for a week, D1 was feeling a bit useless and in the way, so she took it upon herself to keep an eye on Tigguhr. Quietly she made her way down the tunnel were Tig was supposed to be working. As she got closer she heard Tigguhr talking. Anyone who had spent anytime around Tigguhr knew that this was not unusual, the lad was always talking to himself. She was about to step around the corner and give the lad her greetings when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She listened quietly as the voice spoke in a strange tongue, magix obviously. Then, speaking in common again it directed Tigguhr to get close to the leaders and get better information. She smiled to herself as the voice stated, "Hopefully this will prove more fruitful tomorrow." All was quiet, and D1 slowly peered around the bend in the tunnel to see Tigguhr covered with grease and staring blankly at a wall. "Poor lad, "she whispered quietly. Remembering the words that were spoken to Tig, D1amond gathered that the drow (had to be a drow) would come to Tigguhr again for information tomorrow. Using this information she formed a plan, then she went to snap Tig out of it. Darkness Spreading By: ZYXOS :: the hot mineral spring at one of the deepest points in the dwarven underhalls ZYXOS had scouted had been a welcome discovery for many reasons... but especially now ::: ::: the armor and livery had been carefully cleaned and lay on the rock next to the spring... ZYXOS reclined in the spring having cleaned the grease from himself and now allowing the heat to relax his strained muscles and frayed nerves :::: "Running for your life in an explosive environment, avoiding dwarven patrols, and now having to dart and dodge from those accursed Dwarven Clerics is not what one would expect from these armored tree-stumps. I would prefer a simple attack with life or death hanging in the obvious balance any day... but one must follow the directives of the Queen." :::jotting in his notebook resting on the ledge next to the pool, ZYXOS described the unknown cunning of the Dwarven Clerics coupled with their well known Dwarven tenacity... luckily their magic was more rune and potion based which somewhat limited it's effective range, but it was no less effective than Elven magic if you allowed yourself to be caught within that range.. and the bull headedness of the Dwarves made up for the limited range.... for they knew the tunnels and the passages of their mount much better than an invader and could manuver far more effectively ::: "Iblith!".. ZYXOS exclaimed disgustedly as he reread his entry regarding the "room" he though he had found. Now that the Dwarven Clerics were in full swing, whenever he had a moment to work his detect magic spells he kept finding "hot spots" all over the mountain.... so he scratched through the notation regarding the "vaunted war room" as just another short cleric at work. ::: the location and description of Tigguhr's recently finished trap was placed in the book as well as his instructions to Tigguhr to try to get closer to the Dwarven leaders for more specific information regarding plans for the defense of the mount ::::: The rumbling began as a slow ominous sound within the ground itself... the water in the pool began to ripple as the sound built in intensity... and finally the resounding crash sounded throughout the mount... followed by the most deafening silence ZYXOS had experienced outside the underdark. "So... that is the mount being sealed.... truly an ominous sound and definately a definitive step".... :::however, the note that ZYXOS placed in his book dealt not with entry into the mount .... but with how escape to the surface was now cut off.... ::::::::::::: "I must find out how I can make sure that escape route to the surface is _permanently_ cut off," ZYXOS chuckled and commented to no one in particular. :::as the comment was made, ZYXOS' eyes were drawn to the long crack in the lower wall of the small cavern that ran from the ceiling to the floor... and through which a slight breeze seem to blow.... a breeze carrying the warmth of the Underdark ::::: :::ZYXOS stepped from the heated water and began using some cloth he had found discarded near the Dwarven living areas to towel his muscular body dry ::: as he slowly dressed he began to feel the seperation from his own people he had volunteered upon himself and began to wonder if he would ever see another female again other than the Dwarven Females running around in their armor... some of them even bearded. ::::: Fire in the Sky!! WOW!! By: Darugh I small leather clad gnome..Darted out the door of the Grocery Shop, on the east side of Rrindabal. The dwarven grocer hot on the gnomes heels, shouted angreely and waved a large gord threatenly over his head. As the gnome turns up the street the ground seems to jump under his feet, knocking him sprawling on his back the apples 'borrowed' from the grocery shop scattered about him. His eyes widen, as a burst of flame exausts from the peak of the ancient volcanoe. "WOW!! Big, large..HUGE wump!!", exclaimed Darugh lying on his back in the street. Squirming excitedly on the ground his arms and legs pumping..The small gnome chants.."Wow..see..go..leave..by..find it..Ya,ya,ya!!!" Rolls onto his feet and charges off down the street, zig zagging toward the entrance gates to the dwarven stronghold. The apples forgotten. The gnome had noticed the heavly armored dwarves coming and going in great numbers from the great gates.. and many of the Overunders where in a bad mood of late in the dwarven settlement. But Darugh, didnt mind..overunders where always grumpy. But he kept his distance from the heavly armored guards at the gates..and along the main roads. Armored overunders werent much fun anyway..and Darugh wasnt in mind to be wumped. Metaled overunders where hard wumpers! But now!! The gnome thought excitedly..Big blow puffer and ground wumpers coming from the mountain!..He wanted to see what made such a racket..with thoughts of glitter sparkleys and fire puffers, the rambunctious gnome approched the inner gates to the Mount. Wagons, Rumors and a Leg of Pork By: Darugh Darugh skidded to a halt as he turned a corner and came in view of the great gate leading into The Mount. Three companys of heavly armored and armed dwarves where arrayed outside the gates. "Wow,wow...Lookit!", The gnome his eyes wide, stood pumping his legs in excitement. Lots of overunders..hard wumpers! he thought and rubbed a bruse on his shoulder that had long ago faded. Looking on as the guards carefully checked a wagon load of berrels being hauled by a team of short dwarven ponys. Darugh grinned to himself..Yup,yup..yep!! lots ..many..holebunchs of stuff was going on here!! Excited and wanting to get a look in one of the berrels.. the gnome scurryed over to the next wagon in line..and climbed onto the back. "'ail! Fender", The captian of the gate guard bellowed in greeting to the second wagons driver as he pulled forward to the checkpoint. "Thudul!, Calun." Fender Oakcart offered up in greeting. From his perch on the wagons bench, as he hauled back on the reins bringing the team of ponys to a stop. "This grim times indeed's Fender..whot ya be bring'n in this day?", Asked Calun Copperhelm as he patted the near pony on its speckled flank. "Grim indeed..Goblins, darklins and all manner o' murmelings go'n on in town..Buts 'ere I be ta due me duties.. Tha calls comes fur grain an supplies, I nae shurks me duties ta the Mount. Im bring'n in 20 berrels o' wheat an 20 berrels o' salted pork.", Fender leaned one elbow onto his knee, and the bench seat of the wagon creaked with the shift of his weight. "Thar be talk o' the Chief seal'n the Mount, in the lower valley, many o' the farmers an herders is gett'n conserned. Ya seals yeself in the Mountain an whot o' us 'ere in the valley? Sur'n thar nae weight ta such rumors?" Calun, shifted his feet uncomfortably, "Aye, Fender..that be the word..An it holds the weight o' Iron. It does, Things be grim indeed. Moradinson fired one o' the lower tunnels. As Im sur'n I dinna fail to notice." "Aye, who could miss such a deed. Still, sealing the Mount!?", surely Nystramo nae be think'n ta leaves us in the valley cuts off?", Fender shifted his weight forward again,"Ya know as well as I that the herders will nae leave thar stock an thar digs in the valley" "Im nae privey ta whot the chief has in minds..But I knows thar was warn'ns afor the lower tunnels was fired..Darklings in the lower halls. That be pruff nuff o' the dangers. Darklin's in the halls..nae any'un safe..nae wonder the chief be think'n o' seal'n the Mount." "Darklings!! By the Shards!", exclaimed Fender with a curse, sitting back ruffly, flicking the reins in his surprise, the ponys shifted forward adbruptly, causing the wagon to lurch. "Ach!! wowa! thar!!", called Fender, bringing the team under control. "I 'as ta agrees, Darklins be cause fur cautions..but sur'n we in the valley nae gunna ken ta the seal'n o' the gates.", "Now'n..lets me unloads me wagon an gets back an spreads the werd..Sur'n some o' the herd'rs be lik'n ta gets thar young'n under the peak afor the gates be sealed." "Aye..That they would.", agreed Calun, waving his childhood friend and his load forward into the Great Gate. In amoung the 40 barrels a gnome sat contently munching on a leg of pork. Dark Times Indeed... By: Nystramo After the sealing of the mount, Nystramo knew he needed to leave his office and be among his people for a time. It was a tense time for all, and they needed the inspiration of their chief. As he made his rounds, exhchaning greetings and answering questions, he came upon a small knot of the valley dwarves. Herders and farmers, he knew the sealing was of great concern to them. Many, he noted, had chosen to remain outside rather than be sealed within the mount. "Sonn ultok, kin," he greeted them. "Sonn ultok, chief," one of their number replied. The farmer paused a moment, a look of concern on his face. Soon, however, he decided to speak his mind. "Chief, I nae gots ta tells ya tha' many o' us in tha valley nae ken ta yer decision ta seals tha mount. Wha' abouts those o' us wha' decided ta stays wi' their 'erds an' flocks? An' who be takin' care o' tha farms o' thems o' us wha' cames inta tha mount?" The farmer, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of questioning the chief's decision, never the less stood his ground awaiting an answer. Nystramo nodded sombery. "Aye, kin, I ken well thi' be a 'ardship fer ye an' yers, an' it be a step I nae likes ta be takin'. Still, we gots dark times upon us. Darklin's be loose in tha mount, kin, an' they 'as a'ready struck down kin." This news was greeted with a stunned silence. Drow! In the mount itself! Nystramo continued. "As fer yer farms an' those wha' decided ta stays outside, I kin tells ya they nae be lef' alone. I sents word ta Nasher afore closin' tha gate. Ya kin be sure'n he'll nae leaves 'em hangin'." The assembeled farmers, sheperds and herdsman nodded. Nasher had always been a staunch ally of Clan Axepeak, and commanded the largest army in the region. It was no replacement for the protection of Clan Axepeak, but it would do. Still, they couldn't help but feel concern for the friends and family who had opted to remain outside. "Well'n, chief, I ken it wa' nae a easy decision fer ya," the farmer replied. "Ya nae be plannin' on doin' tha final sealin', does ya?" He wasn't a stone worker, but any dwarf could tell the sealing of the mount was only a temporary measure, though how temporary was unclear. The stone gates that covered all of the entrances, both above and below ground, were massive to be sure, but could still be removed at any time. The final sealing involved collapsing the various tunnels that these gates opened into. This measure, if it was ever taken, would completely close off Lonely Mountain from all contact for years to come; possibly decades. Nystramo shook his head and smiled. "Nae kin, it 'as nae come ta that yet. Our clerics be searchin' out tha darklin's e'en now, an' we 'as doubled tha patrols. Again. We gits through this, an' we gits ya back ta yer farms soon a' possible." This news was met with sighs of relief. As the chief turned to go, he returned his attention to the farmer who spoke for the valley dwarves. "Wha' be yer name, kin?" The farmer stood a bit straighter, surprised by the question. "Fender, chief. Fender Oakcart." Nystramo smiled. "Findar torst, Fender. Lets me ken if'n yer people needs anythin'." Fender nodded and smiled back. The smile turned to a slight frown when he thought he heard some yelling amongst his berrels of oat and pork. He could have sworn he heard a high pitched voice shouting "Glitter sparklies! Fire puffers! Where? Where? Lots!" Mine Tailings By: MoradinSon Many months ago Janan Rockears had returned from his day at the mines with a small bag of treasure. It was not the treasure of gold or silver or mithral but rather it was the treasure of a good prank about to be played. He went to his favorite Tavern in the mount, "The Rampant Mule", where he and his usual cronies were wont to go a drinking of an evening. He carefully his small bag of treasure beneath his shirt. His considerable girth made the bag bulge conspicuously. "Janan!" A bright and cheerful female dwarf came running towards him, arms outstretched. "Ach! Nae!" Janan tried to sputter but he was too late. The lass embraced his firmly (as dwarven lasses are wont to do). In doing so the press of the two dwarven bodies crushed the small bag beneath Janan's shirt. There was a small "puff" sound as the air in the bag forced the bags powdery contents up and out of the bag's mouth. Those standing close by recognized the small cloud of dust that began to form around Janan and the bar emptied in moments. Janan began peeling his clothes off, heedless of who might see him, as the patrons of the bar stood outside (they had, of course, had the forethought to carry a keg and their mugs with them) and laughed uproariously. Janan ran screaming from the bar towards the icy sluice of mountain runoff that fed the Undermounts resevoir. A few moents later , the attractive( and confused), lass who had hugged Janan began to squirm. And scratch And roll on the ground. Soon she too had peeled off her clothes and run screaming toward the resevoir. Followed by the appreciative hoots and laughter of the bars patrons. "Ol' Janan found hiself a bagful o' Itchy Tailins peers like. The Slag brung um here ta sprinkle down outr collars nae doubts" Laughed Hamer AnvilHard to his jocular companions. "Aye", One answered " The lad'l be itchin fer days, hope he has nae had a hot bath lately 'r it'll be weeks o' itchin an scratchin" The barkeep picked up the discarded clothing carefully with a broomstick. All of the clothing the rags used to mop the room, and the remnants of the bag were deposited in an alley. Months later, a lone ,greasy drow picked up the rags on his way to a long hot bath. After a relaxing soak he Zyxos picked up the cloths and used them to towel himself dry before wandering off to search the mount further. The microscopic mine tailings, which bring such violent itch attacks, began to sink deep into his open pores. Mystery Theatre 1 By: Tigguhr Tigguhr regained his normal consciousness when ZYXOS departed. He blinked hard to remove an inexplicable blurring in his eyes. He reached up to rub them, stopping just short of putting pig grease in his eyes. He then remembered what he was doing. "Werkin so 'ard I musta felled a sleep on tha Job! Morad nae be liken that!" the jungle dwarf said aloud. He bounced up and nearly lost his footing on the smears of pig grease on the floor. He steadied himself with a bend of the knees and a look to the floor. It was then that he noticed an odd looking set of footprints in the grease smear. The footprint didn't look like a dwarven war boot. The footprints lead off down the corridor a few paces then stopped. Something walked by, then well, didn't walk any further. Just then D1 came around the corner, without battle gear, dressed for stealthy movement. He noted her leather shoes and only half thought about the fact that the strange footprints might be D1's. Tigguhr found the lass charming and an inspiration, despite her gruff exterior, so he quickly forgot about footprints, and said hello. "Har dee Doo lass! Fer certain ya gots more important thin's ta be doin than sneakin' up on me?" "Sneakin? Me? Nae lad, I jus' doin a little eh, ah 'spection for Nys. Aye tha' be it. How be this trap? Ya finished?" Tigguhr was odd, some called him daft, but he wasn't stupid. He sensed that D1 was up to something. He heard about a drow loose in the mount before duty call in the morning. He had no idea that he was under ZYXOS's spells, so he quickly wondered if the drow had gotten to D1, just as a drow had charmed Tigguhr not to long ago. On his off hours Tigguhr decided that he would don his own thieving grab, and check up on the lass. "Aye lass, tha trap be finished 'n I be parched, bit o ale I be thinkin!"Tigguhr pointed back up the tunnel towards the main halls. D1, not ready to confront or intervene just yet, accompanied the bouncer back, without any further questions. Mystery Theatre 2 By: Tigguhr Later that night, Tigguhr put on his own stealthy garb, and set out from his cave. He was growing more and more frustrated that he wasn't included in discussions regarding defensive plans. Each day he was assigned to build one trap. His unfulfilled desire to be involved in strategy, pumped artificially by the drow magic, forced him into action. He had to find out something! Slipping through the main hall unnoticed in the shadows beyond the torch light, he made his way towards the Chief's office. He was thinking more than watching where he was going and bouncing a little to fast, so he went right by the office and found himself outside the war room. The guards were present, but the door was ajar slightly. Just before the guards shooed him away, he overheard Morad say, "a double set pit in front o' tha gas corridors. Drowies pass tha pit nae trouble first time, sets off tha gas, 'n any one o' tha jarghed darklins what flee then sets off tha pit..." A timer went off in his subconscious, and he trundled off, heading back to the fifth lower access tunnel for his report to ZYXOS. An annoying buzzing in the a back of his mind kept saying "footprints" but he kept it in the back of his mind for now. Follering By: D1AMOND 2 D1amond had an enjoyable ale with Tigguhr and they parted ways. At least that's what Tigguhr thought. D1 followed him back to his digs and set herself up to secretly guard his door. Later that evening she was roused as she watched him sneak from his quarters. She tip-toed after the bouncing sneak and watched him as he listened outside the war room. By the excited look in his eyes, she could tell that he had overheard some valuable information. "I'll be a kolbold, if he's tellin tha darklin abouts it," she whispered as she followed Tig and formed a plan. She quietly called out to him as they left the main part of the city. He turned and frowned, "D1amond?" "Aye lad it be me," she winked and sauntered up to him. "Mind if'n I joins ya on yer lil stroll. Nys be busy again and I'm lonely." She grabbed his arm and snuggled up close to him. Looking the lass in the eye, Tig knew that she was up to something. "Tha drow gots her!" He thought to himself and tried to pull his arm away. Before he knew what happened D1amond had twisted his arm up behind his back and pushed up hard on it whenever he tried to struggle free. She leaned forward and said, "Sorry lad" Then he felt a hard blow to the back of his head. Not hard enough to knock him unconscious, but enough to stun him while she tied him up and gagged him. She dragged him to a side tunnel and quickly left. A Fite By: D1AMOND 2 The dwarven lass didn't have to wait long before a dark figure appeared in the tunnel before her. D1's hope had been to surprise the dark elf and hopefully take him captive. She slowly peered around the rock to find the drow pointedly looking in her direction. Then he spoke, "I thought my foolish charge had come early with some urgent information, but I find a little lass in hiding instead. Planning on ambushing me all alone small one?" D1 quickly sat back down behind the rock and cursed under her breath. "A fite it be then," she whispered and she pulled a scroll out of her boot. Knowing that drows prefer to fight with magic instead of steel, she cast a globe spell on herself and stood up behind the rock. This giving her partial cover. "Greetins darklin. Yes I had hoped to surprise ya, but now I sees we gets ta have a lil fite." D1amond smiled at the drow who was leaning casually against the far wall. "Indeed?," stated the drow as he pushed away from the wall and took a fighting stance, an evil grin crossing his face. "This should prove to be entertaining." he stood there confidently. "I'll even let you take the first shot." Seeing her holding nothing but a broadsword he had expected her to close with him and melee. "Well, never let anyone say you were nae polite, ya trespassing spider kisser." D1 quickly whipped another scroll out of her boot and read it. As she pointed her finger at the surprised drow, a lightening bolt shot from her fingers and hit the drow square in the chest, bounced off the wall behind him, hit him again from behind and D1 had to dodge behind the rock to keep from getting hit herself. She scrambled to her feet to see the darklin cast a protective spell on himself and advance towards her. Grabbing a hand full of spines, D1 took aim to throw but the drow was already too close, so she pulled her sword once again. Smiling wickedly down at the dwarf, his red eyes burning with anger, he began to cast a spell. A ball of fire filled the tunnel. When the smoke cleared, D1amond stood grinning up at the astonished drow and swung her blade, which he deftly dodged. "Seems I took you for granted pudgy one," the drow said and cast another spell. A Fite 2 By: D1AMOND 2 "Nae pudgy, ye gangly finger wagglin slag, just stocky." D1 spoke as she stood and resisted the affects of the spell cast. She knew that, with all his spells the drow was at a definite advantage, so she had to hurt him quick. To throw him off and too hopefully get some divine help, D1amond started singing a dwarven battle song at the top of her lungs. The drow jumped as she began bellowing and that was a good enough surprise to knock him off guard, so she launched herself at him with a tackle. As she pushed forward and the drow swung his arms about wildly to keep his balance, D1amond's foot landed in a metal bucket that had been slightly hidden behind a small pile of rocks. "Shards!" she cursed as her foot was caught in the bucket in mid-stride. As she stumbled forward, she managed to shake the bucket off, only to find out too late that her foot was covered with pig grease. "Ach! Curse you Tigguhr!" she hollered, as her momentum carried her forward and she tripped onto her greased foot. As she stepped with her slippery foot her feet slipped out from under her and she slammed backwards onto the stone ground, bashing her head against the pile of rocks that had hid the dreaded bucket. As D1amond lay dazed on the ground, thinking of all the ways to torture Tigguhr the drow quickly stepped over and cast a hold spell. Which, must to her disgust, took hold. He quickly bound and gagged her, picked her up and stepped through some kind of dimensional door. D1amond looked around to find herself at some hot springs. The darklin sat her down and patted her head. "You be a good little captive and stay out of trouble till I get back." With that he stepped back though the wall and was gone. The Pattern of Little Feet By: Tigguhr "Trussed up n tossed ta tha floor like a sack a seed!" Tigguhr thought, grimacing from the rising bump on his head. It was painful, but the smack on the back of the head brought a few things forward in his mind that were long overdue. First he thought about D1amond. He knew it wasn't for real, but Har dee doo, that one fleeting moment when she snuggled up to him made him tingle. "Tha lass be sumpthin else," he said through his gag, so it came out "Hag ath ee uh uh ell!" Although his male ego was slightly bruised by D1's ability to fell him so quickly, he allowed himself finally to admit that he was totally enamored with her. "Tha chief be a lucky dwarf, an' I be honorable. So's I never says a thing. Wish she ha' a sis...oh well...a long lost sis? Ah well, mebe tha lasses has daughters one day...jus' think how ole Nys or Morad be likin' me as a son-in-law." But substitutes were just that, he felt. Second, he thought about shoes. As D1 sped away, he could not help but notice that she had the daintiest, tiniest feet he had ever seen on a dwarf. They were adorable and the leather thief slippers were quite becoming. Tough as granite she was, but the feet of a dancer. No way those feet were the foot prints he saw in the grease. Tha drow! Fear, determination and painful realization filled Tigguhr. "Dinna falls asleep in tha tunnel ya jarged gully dwarf...darklin gots ya agin." He chewed up the gag and swallowed it. For the second time since joining the clan, Tigguhr feared that he had betrayed his kin and it looked like D1 was off to stop the drow. It looked like she was off to fight Tigguhr's battle. Breaking free of the vestigial drow magic, Tigguhr summoned all his strength and broke his bonds wiith a snap. "Drowie wans me eh?" He loosened his axe, Coral Joe. "Comon Joe...lets gos ta see how much 'e wants me!" Tigguhr sped off towards the appointed meeting place, ready finally to be a hero, or die trying.
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