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He opened his eyes. Everything around him was just a big blur of coulours. He closed them again. He could feel a warm feeling in the tip of his fingers. Slowly this feeling spread inside him, through his body and veins. He still must be alive.
He slowly oppened his eyes. His vision was back. It seemed that he was laying on his back in the open. He could see the blue sky and a few clouds. But where was he?
He looked to his left and saw a familiar face. A face he hadn't seen, in what seemed like years, while it only had been a few days. M...Mark... yes that was his name. He remembered. But where was everyone else then? If this was true there must be others around. He started feeling strenght in his legs. Slowly he pushed himself up and stood up.
There they were... all of them. All the companions he had traveled with... Richard, Hathar, Isildur. What was this? He looked down. Robin was standing at his side, weak though he yet seemed.
Wordlessly the group eyed him. Without a word he headed to the fire. Annunhalion searched his belongings. They were all there. His sword, bow, arrows and now especialy his herbs. He could have sworn that he found things that weren't his, but it was not a time to investigate. He put some water over the fire and sat down by it.
The rest were a bit puzzled. A few moments he seemed dead, nothimg but a lifeless bodybag on the back of a horse and now. They gathered around, in silence. Robin too, exhauseted, layed at his feet. Perhaps he should talk to them.
"Hi..." he started. Perhaps it was just another dream, "Well... I guess I'm back with you. I'm not sure if this is real but.." he took a deep breath "Perhaps I should tell you what happened, though I don't realy know... I remember running after those goblins into the forest and we ran deeper and deeper into it. After suddenly all I heard was calm music from the trees and then a sharp pain in my body.
I remember waking up in a white room. How long I slept I do not know... today seems years from the trip into the forest. I was aproached by a tall figure. Unfourtunately, I was too weak to remain consious so I couldn't ask it anything. Though I remember being a top a tall tree somewhere in the depth of the forest.
Perhaps it were the Ulindiel, the old High Elven Folk who straided and live sepparated in the depths of old forests... but I have never heard of them in these parts... I realy don't know. I...I feel glad to once again be... in reality."
Annunhalion ended with those words. The watter on the fire was boiling, so he put a few herbs into his cup and poured the boiling water into it. It seemed he wouldn't speak anymore as he gazed silently into the fire...
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Richard took his pack from his waist off and put it to his side. He had told the others that all of us would have to wait for Annuhalion to gather his thoughts. He needed to have his head clear before he could hear the demand for an oath of trust. They were to give him the night to rest. In the morning they would wake eat breakfast and ask everyone then for their pledge of trust to the party.
He reached into his pack and pulled out a strainer and an filled the tea strainer with herbs. He filled a cup full of water and put it on a rack right up against the fire.
"Would you like some tea Annuhalion? It should calm your nerves."
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posted May 25, 2006 05:03 AM |
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Isildur gazed at Annuhalion. He had a strange look on his face... He had seen things, things most of us have only heard stories of. The high elves...
Although it was most likely Annuhalion could not remember much of what happened, he had an anxious look on his face, almost like he was keeping something from us...
*I would speak to him, but he seems tired and weak. I shall hold it for another time*
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His story was rather puzzling, yet, did make sense. If he were a traitor, we'd probably all be dead if any of us made it out of the Keep ALIVE that is. I sighed and adjusted my pack on my shoulder to a more comfortable position and noticed Isildur whom seemed to be lost in a train of thought.
"Something on your mind?" I asked him.
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posted May 25, 2006 12:16 PM |
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"Annunhalion, as much as I'm glad to see you back, I cannot be glad that you are well, because it is not so. You should rest for now. We all should."
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posted May 25, 2006 10:34 PM |
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"Perhaps it were the Ulindiel, the old High Elven Folk who straided and live sepparated in the depths of old forests... but I have never heard of them in these parts..."
Impossible... the Guardian thought as the elf's sudden and strange return had awoken Him from the lull that had since led to His inactivity. The High Elves had long since evacuated the forest, driven out by Ike's kinfolk ages ago. Yet, it was unmistakably their handiwork that had aided the elf, for only the Ulindiel could mix the remedies that Annuhalion now carried in his satchel. The bastards had survived somehow, and were now aiding the heroes from afar. Perhaps they thought this was their best chance to topple the Keep once and for all. Who knows what else they had done to get back at the enemy of their kind?
Is Annuhalion...? No, he can't be. Yet, the impossible had already happened once on this day. The Guardian would take no chances.
He moved to the Cauldron and summoned forth another beast. Vector, His messenger from the void, a creature who could only be seen by those intended to see it. Ike had encountered Vector before, so he would recognize the secret nature of this message as soon as it arrived. The Guardian inscribed the message on a magical rune instructing Ike to send word to his bretheren that the Highfolk might still exist in this region. They would know what to do from there. The Guardian pressed the rune into His messenger's chest until Vector had absorbed it, then weaved an image of his dark elf double agent in the smoke so that the creature would know its mark.
With a piercing shriek, Vector rose into the air and disappeared. It was only a matter of time before the carrier met its mark.
If Richard wasn't on the Keep's doorstep, the Guardian would have simply hunted down the Ulindiel himself. The timing was impeccable. He wouldn't remain a secret for long, but that merely meant that Richard couldn't leave this place alive. None of them would.
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posted May 25, 2006 11:02 PM |
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Annunhalion looked up at Richard who was standing there with a cup of tea in his hand. He took it from him
"Thanks... Right now I just need to rest for a short while. There is alot in my head right now. Then we can... we can set out again."
He drank the tea and then stared silently into the fire. There was som much on his mind. Images raced infront of his eyes. There were things in there, he believed, were not there before, but still it was just a big blur. It needed time.
He looked at his companions.
"I need to lay down...Just for a while. Wake me when you will be ready to go forth... I'm sorry of all this..."
And again almost wordlessly he took out a soft blanket and layed down on the ground. Robin was fast asleep allready and soon Annunahlion joined him...
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posted May 28, 2006 10:36 AM |
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Even though Krull retreated and joined up with the party, the dwarf decided to venture forward, ignoring the troubles ahead. At least what he was planning to do is scout around the Keep and only then enter that damned place.
Hathar was moving back and forth like an imbecil. He heard that something was happening at the camp, but that seemed to be something exciting, as the group was mostly cheering. Thus, he moved forward. He didn't know what was the driving force of all this, but he sensed he had to do this. He had already drawn his axe a while back, but for the first time in this journey, he took out his runebelt.
The runes gave off a strange light, as the symbols etched in the middle of them sparkled in every possible color. They were glowing much brighter than they were when they started the journey.
A sudden thought crossed Hathar's mind. Where is the crow? He has not seen him for days now, and those days might turn into weeks if he does not show up. Being a bit superstitious, Hathar believed that dark birds are the bringers of both light and dark, and when these go missing, nothing else but misfortune is placed upon its owner.
The dwarf sighed. The cheering in the camp was getting louder with each moment, and the dwarf's heart was beating faster. He was curious of what is happening down there, but he could not go there. He simply HAD to be HERE.
One rune suddenly gave off a jolt into the sky, leaving a red trail behind. Hathar leapt as if grave danger was coming, though there was no need. The crow returned and landed onto Hathar's shoulder, dropping a large letter straight into Hathar's hands.
A scribbled note was there and again the map, which was the same, only did the sign showed they were in the Keep. Hathar unwrapped the note and read silently to himself.
" Whatever you see here is confidential and should only be known between me and you. No one else should see this, so destroy this letter as fast as you can... " some letters were jumbled as if the runekeeper was in a terrible hurry.
And another short piece. " The crow is not who it pretends to be... Not malevolent, not of the Keep, but of the forces unknown... He will aid you, but don't let him trick you. "
Dwarf's heart leapt into his feet.
" What is going on? Who is the one behind this all? That guardian keeper thing surely is spooky. I need to show this to my group, but I can't. As long as Richard is pursued and I am not the main personna Keeper is hunting... I must count on someone else. But who? Oi, Runemaster. Your words are even more of a question. May the Nine Divines have mercy on your soul. "
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posted May 28, 2006 02:01 PM |
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As long as everybody else except for Hathar were resting and waiting for this elf person to recover his strengh Krull thought he might just aswell take a short sitting break. However only one thing was on his mind from the time that they had finally reached the keep, Sugdiana...
The gorgeous and powerfull barbarian princess, his one and only love in all of his 36 years of age, kidnapped and locked inside some secluded part of the keep. It was that day almost 10 years ago that he had seen her for the last time, that day on the battlefield together with Hathar side by side was also his last battle he took part in. Slashing with his magnifecent two handed sword through the enemy ranks, feeling no mercy at all and tasting the splashing warm blood in his mouth, he took the time to glance at his loved one on the other side of the battlefield.
There she was with her long blonde hair, her wing shaped white silver helm was sparkling brightly from the sun and her flail hitting one enemy after another untill this beast crippled her horse making her fall off it. She tried to fight it but she was no match for this beast and noone else was brave enough to step up and fight it. Krull tried to make his way to the other side, fighting enemies off as he was making progress but he lost her... Looking all around the battlefield he couldn't see her anywhere, his heart was broken and so was his fighting spirit.
The day after the battle he found a letter on his doorstep which said that Sugdiana was held captive somewhere in Cauldron's keep. He immidiately left his hometown and settled himself in the woods near the keep, from what he heard about the keep he knew that alone he has no chance against its keepers so he decided to wait untill a worthy and experienced party will come by and he would join them...
It has been 10 years untill he finally found what he was looking for, these were his chosen ones, together they will return Sugdiana to him or he will die trying...
With one more look at the keep with a slim chance of hope to see anything that resembles her and seeing nothing he started to check his armor again, like he always did when he was anxious.
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posted May 28, 2006 03:11 PM |
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Isildur turned to Ike.
Isildur: Its not that i don't trust Annunhalion, it just seems as though he knows more than he is telling us. However now is not the time to ask him about it. He is tired, and may feel more inclined to talk in the morning.
Ahhh i am yet to answer your other questions, as that was when Richard made his trust proposal. I often get the feeling we are being watched. Its strange though, i am often shown this symbol as etchings on walls, and even burnt into the skull of one of the goblins. But conveniently they disappear before i can show anyone. (Isildur shows Ike his bow). I see this symbol everywhere. It is the symbol of the keep. I have been lead to believe that my father used to raid the keep, as where else could he get this bow. I swear someone is playing with my mind!
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In a blink of an eye, Hathar turned his head towards the party that was still up on the hill, waiting for Annunhallion to recover. The dwarf felt so confused, he had never felt the way before. He felt as if he was in a terrible need to show them the note he had just received from the runemaster. But no, he had sworn and betrayal or oath-breaking was something against what the dwarves always used to fight.
The crow gave off a strange sound behind him. A strange smile crept his face as he watched the crow clap with his dark wings high above in the sky, which seemed to be bloody red near the Keep. Different thoughts traversed dwarf's mind at that moment and he felt crushed. Trust was what he was fighting for and being distrustful it was extremely hard for him to stand against the pain he felt when the ones he trusted, tricked him. He did not want to lose trust in his comrades, but he felt Torn was far superior than they were, even though he looked like a grumpy old man, drawing his powers solely from the runes.
The pain... He knelt on the rough floor, thrusting his axe into the ground and fully hiding its blades in the grey-brown soil. The crow was flying round the dwarf, as if trying to transfer him a part of his power, as the dwarf seemed to have lost a great many of it.
Aargh! A disrupting shriek echoed through the land and the wind that had suddenly arisen, threw the ash-colored leaves high into the sky, making them move in circles. The mess in Hathar's head settled down, but he yet did not know what to think. The crumbled piece he held in his hand had already been cracked in some places and some would have already rendered it impossible to read.
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A loud thump reached Hathar's ears and he looked back, dumbstruck.
" Wha-a-t-t is-s happen-n-ning here? " He roared.
The Keep was looking still as always and nothing seemed to have changed. But something was wrong about it and he cold not help himself but try to find what was the cause. The driving force was so immense he could not withstand it.
" Lads! " he quickly repondered what he would say to the party. The runemaster was always a shady character and the letter down here was a perfect proof of that. No one knew exactly what to expect from this mad man.
The dwarf ran... not ran... The dwarf was leaping. He tried to reach the camp, but was stopped as a large boulder that came out of nowhere blocked his way and knocked him on his back, bringing soaring pain to Hathar's back and his arse, rendering him partly unconscious, yet not making him loosen his fist and drop the note.
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posted May 28, 2006 09:26 PM |
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As Richard looked at Annu drink his tea and roll over to go to sleep, he had suddenly realized that he hadn’t had ‘the dream’ since they had left for the Keep. Every trip previous the dreams had become more and more vivid, guiding him along to learn of more and more secrets of the Keep.
He felt around in one the packs strapped around his waist. The navidial. How could he have ever found that if it wasn’t for the dream? That was the first time Richard had the recurring dream. He dreamt of himself in the Keep, searching for the Navidial. He dreamt it for months before he finally decided to go back a second time. He searched the keep for nearly a week and had found nothing, each time feeling he was getting closer. Finally the dream came one last time, it told him to venture into the very maze with which he had no clue through which to navigate.
His first journey through the maze was by sheer luck and chance. It took days to find his way through, leaving markers on the ground at every fork in the labyrinth. He was worried he would get lost. It took him nearly a day to find his way through the maze until he finally came upon the Navidial. He picked it up and held it in his hands and suddenly the correct path through the maze, seemed to luminesce showing him the way which was true. It took him less than an hour to find his way out of the maze and he returned home feeling inspired to return once again.
But the fact that he had not a single dream throughout the trip did bother him. Every journey after the first to the Keep, his dreams had given him some sort of guidance. But now he looked upon Annu and wondered if those dreams were not so coincidental after all. Perhaps someone had been giving him those dreams as if they were using him as a pawn in their own plots to unveil the secrets of the Keep.
Now that he thought about it, Richard hadn’t had one of these dreams for well over nine months. It was a series of dreams that brought him to the Keep the past two times, each telling him a different story.
Like every dream, the first began looking down upon the Keep like an eagle, high up in the sky. Swooping down, he flew into a window of one of the tall towers. It was black as ever and for a while he could see nothing of where he was going until he saw a dim glow in the distance. He realized he was standing in a long hallway. Slowly he walked towards the dim light feeling quite nervous. With each step the light became brighter, until he realized the hall took a turn to his right. As he turned the corner he could see light pouring out a doorway just a few meters ahead. He could hear a man speaking in the room and slowly poked his head into the doorway. He saw a figure pouring various contents into a massive boiling cauldron. The figure stopped turning to face him. The dream ended.
The second began the same way, a bird flying into the window of a tall tower followed by darkness until he found himself at the place he was meant to be. This time he found himself standing in the treasure room. There was just as much treasure as there ever was, but this time that was not important. It was never important in any of his dreams. He looked at a large mound of gold coins and began digging through it, until finally he had cleared it all off and could see the floor. A trap door sat on the ground beneath where the treasure used to be. He reached down to open the door and pulled it open. A large explosion came out from the door and the dream ended there.
He had several more dreams each revealing a different hidden door of the treasure room, but he never knew what lay beyond the various traps and locks that sealed outsiders from entering, the dreams always ended there. He left six months ago to seek out these doors in the treasure room and could not get past any of the traps, nor the elaborate locks on any of them. It was simply outside his set of skills. At least however he did have the magical skill to detect these traps and locks for what they were and stay clear of any danger. He left dismayed wondering how he could get past them. He set up camp for over a week waiting for more dreams to come, but none ever did. He returned home and had a last dream. This time he saw himself standing in the treasure room showing each of the doors to a group of people. It told him what he must do.
Perhaps that is why he hadn’t received anymore dreams. Maybe his success lied in those around him. Or did the person giving him those dreams, suddenly become in danger. Could important information suddenly be cut off from him? The figure he saw in the dream he somehow knew to be a Guardian of the Keep. Maybe he was behind it.
“Lads!” Hathar called out. He looked down and saw Hathar lying on the ground looking in pain. He quickly rushed down the hill and helped him to his feet.
“Are you okay?” Richard asked.
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posted May 28, 2006 09:58 PM |
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" Are you okay? "
Someone's words brought the dwarf back to conciousness. The words pierced his mind like a sharp blade and he stood up, ignoring the pain in his back and in his palm.
" It is supposedly Richard... "
The blur which covered Hathar's eyes soon disappeared and he could once again see the true colors. He scratched his head, as he remembered what happened after he dashed straight into the boulder.
A vision. Some kind of a vision enchained Hathar's spirit and etched itself in his mind like in a parchment...
Hathar was flying with his wings stretched. He could clearly understand that he was dreaming about his crow, as he released the very same "CAW!" when he dashed down and gently flew inside a tall tower that was one of the Keep's towers most likely.
Suddenly, all the light disappeared and all he could see was a vague hallway inside the tower. It was undoubtedly a maze of some kind, but he could not recognize where he had seen them before. The etchings on the walls showed off some kinds of events that occured within the maze.
He was still flying and suddenly he saw a dim light at the very ending of the hallway. He was nearing and with a sudden fiery jolt striking straight at the bird and a nervous low-pitched laugh, the dream ended.
Hathar shook his head. Even though he remembered clearly what happened, trying to remember the visions extracted all of his energy.
What sinister forces are doing this? Why am I dreaming this? Hathar could not understand the cause of all this. Was it the runemaster that sent him these strange signs or someone else? If yes, then who the bloody peak of Al'Henamar that Torn is. Or maybe it is the guardian who is toying with his mind.
He spat on the floor again and saw Richard standing next to him, sword at ready.
" Richard! " the dwarf roared, as if excruciating pain followed his words. " I trust you with my life, but I want to trust you with a few other secrets. " he released the crumbled piece and saw that nothing but a pile of ash was left. " What-a? "
He shook his head again, trying to remove the confusion that besieged his mind. He told Richard of his vision, of the letter and of the runemaster. Every one of the last events was re-told.
" ... My mate, I do not know what is the driving force to the Keep, but I think the answers shall only be found within. These last events trouble me much, and I do not even know who to trust. The very same runemaster makes me doubt about things. Oi, things surely get spookier with time... "
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"I am troubled as well Hathar." Richard sighed as he patted the dwarf on the shoulder. He turned to head back up the hill to find that the rest of the group had just made their way down to see what was the trouble.
"Don't worry everything is fine," Hathar said with a forced smile. He looked at Richard with an eye of hidden distress and looked back at the group again giving a bit of a laugh. "I just tripped over me own two feet running up this here hill. But Richard, he came and saved the day, he did."
The others turned and wandered back up the hill.
"So what's been troubling you Hathar?" Richard said as he sat down on the grass. Hathar hesitated. "Have a seat, we can talk."
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Resting is never a good thing when your life could be in danger, falling asleep could become lethal and your life taken away in a second without anything you could do, that is what has happened to Krull. His eyelids slowly were closing by themselves, he forced them open once, twice... No more he could resist the sandman... Sweet dreams...
At first he has not clearly understood what was going on, how did he end up inside the keep...? Is it a dream? Some sort of a vision? If so then it is very realistic indeed. Well, Krull thought, as long as I'm already here I might aswell look around, maybe that is why I was summoned here... Cautiously he started moving through the dark corridors of the keep, they were extremely wide and the cieling loomed over 20 feet high, the stones which made the wall were just plain enormous, how could you build such a keep? Who carried those stones? As strong as Krull was he could never ever lift up a stone two times smaller than the size of those ones, it was unhuman.
Stralling down the dimm halls he noticed 4 large iron doors, his curiousity overwhelmed him as he tried to open the 1st one... No luck, 2nd... No luck, the 4 of them were closed. Why am I here if I am not needed by anyone? Krull thought... He stopped... There was a beautifully crafted wooden door in the end of the hall. Krull knew this door well, it was his and Sugdianas entrance door to their home, his legs started running by themselves towards it...
Locked... No problem, that is what the sword is for, he reached for his sword strapped to his back, but came up with nothing... No sword? How could this be? He never ever gone anywhere without it...
An awefull cry of pain sounded through the door in the room beyond.
Krull recognized this voice... It belonged to his loved one... He began hitting the door with his knuckles, shoulders, tried kicking it with his feet, slamming in to it with all his massive bulk, all was for nothing, the door remained without any scratch but Sugdianas cries of pain and calls for help ringed in his head and echoed down the halls. He fell down to his knees... Was all really lost...
He woke up sitting near the fire, the dwarfs cry had woken him from his nightmare, he checked for his sword and found it in its place. His knuckles were bloody, his shoulders ached... Was this dream for real? Getting back to his feet he went to check on his old buddy...
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Isildur's words burned in my mind. But not only was his words burning into my mind. An old friend had landed on a nearby rock with a message burned into his chest. Knowing fully well that only those trained could see it, I read the message carefully and pondered to myself as though it would appear that I were day dreaming to the rest of the group. I gave Vector a nod to let him know I got his message and with a swoop he was off back towards his master. Thinking long and hard on if I truely wanted to betray these common thieves, I quickly dismissed the idea telling myself that all they thought of were themselves and wanting other's riches. I took a small figurine of a jet black owl from my pouch and silently whispered an extremely old drow incantation. Holding the figurine under my cloak as it transformed into a slightly larger, living entity of itself. I looked around to reassure myself that nobody was watching, and after walking a short ways into a darker area, I gave the owl its instructions and let it fly into the night. Turning back around I took a long hard look at the one known as Annuhlion. He appeared as just another regular elf. Yet, there were some more definitive features about him that set him apart from other's of his kind. His skin was far fairer, his hair almost appearing like silk, and his posture was nearly that of royalty. Yet, I'll buy my time and 'assist' the group as far as I can allow...
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Annunhalion kept tossing and turning in his sleep. It was not an easy rest. Images raced before his eyes, like wild galloping horses. He only managed to save a few moments of it before a next one took it's place.
Few of it could he make out. Mostly they were images filled with bright light, with a few silluets and voices he could barely hear in the background. Still he had a feeling that he would see more of it, later...
But yet there were a few he could clearly see. A forest... the sky was filled by green tree tops... quite... peace... A wolf, running on the leaf filled floor of the forest... then a quick change... Darkeness, only a small fire in the background... He was getting nearer to it, yet the darkness didn't pass... he was almost at it...
Another series of lightfilled pictures. Then, a wall... A tall stone wall... He looked up, above him, an eagle circled the ground. It was drawing down, to the wall... a window...
Annunhalion avoke suddenly. A cry from one of his commpanions was the reason. Slowly he opened his eyes. He got on his feet and searched for the reason of his disturbance. It seemed that his rest for the night was over.
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The soft nightly breeze touched the dwarf, yet made his muscular body shiver. It was already nearing the morning and the night nearing its end. Dazzling rays of sunlight quickly drew a bloody-orange line of light across the field, straight at the top tower of the Keep.
Hathar was lying on the dewy grass floor of the misfortunate hill. His thoughts were now clear and equilibrium seemed to be finally restored. Even though he had minor problems concerning his own health, as he had a terrible stomach ache caused by the nervousness of the day before, he was again smoking his dwarven pipe and creating round circles of smoke.
Aaahhh... The dwarf sighed as he remembered the late evening. Hathar told Richard of most of his doubts and worries like to a good old friend whom he could trust his life with. The bond between them was now thickened, or at least in his opinion. Richard was sitting and listening, as the words consequently thrown out of the mouth of the dwarf reached his ears. Hathar was unable to understand what the man next to him was thinking as his face remained unchanged throughout the conversation.
A strange croaking sound echoed through the surrounding hills of the Keep. Hathar dreamily turned his head towards the vague silhouettes in front of the Keep. It was hard not to notice that something was happening there and that the shadows were moving. Hathar took one of the runes and placed it directly in front of him. A mysterious silent chant flew out of his mouth and filled the rune with dark green light.
A FLASH! The rune disappeared, leaving a circle of grey ashes behind itself. Yet, the shadowy frontiers of the Keep were clearly visible - for Hathar at least. He counted five cloaked and hooded men or elves, as they were taller than most men. Without a sound, not even a whisper of the wind, did the outsiders went inside the Keep.
" Locked! The door is magically sealed! Most likely a portal! Does Richard know this all? "
The dwarf, with his feet stomping on the ground and his boots thumping heavily, was leaping towards their encampment.
" Men, arise! ' He shouted to the two of them in the front, who appeared to be Richard and Krull, most likely placed for the lookout. " Richard, " he saw he caught his attention, as that one of Krull's, " I have just seen a few outsiders -- or insiders of the Keep -- enter it. The door is sealed! Magically sealed! " Hathars' monologue started to resemble a series of curses. " And who, by the Nine Divines, knows the password?! " His words were followed by a grudging grunt and the grinding of his teeth. " Richard, just tell me you know it. "
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The yells woke most everyone in the camp. As people scrambled to their feet and reached for anythin within arms reach, I calmly stood up and listened, trying to make out what the dwarf was blabbering to Richard about. Something about magic and a door. It didn't make any sense. Why would the gaurdian keep out what he could kill easier on the inside of the keep??? Like rats drawn in by cheese, then a door slamming to prevent escape. I sighed inwardly to myself, thinking of how much simpler it would have been to lock the door after they'd all gotten inside and then letting the dark minions rip the whole lot of them to shreds. Hopefully, the other drow, if they had gotten my message by now, will be sending scouts to look upon this supposed 'High Elf' as well.
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Mark had seen this before. Knew this all too well.
The change in the magical energies around him was sudden and dramatic, as if someone had extinguished a light. Something was definately at bay here, something big. Collosal.
"Hathar. You need to calm down, breathe slowly. It is imperitive that you tell me exactly what you saw." Mark knelt down beside him.
"What do you mean?" Hathar was grinding his teeth and still almost writhing in his spot.
"Still him." Mark nodded to Krull and Richard, who held down his arms and legs.
"Hathar, the magic door, the password, tell me what you saw." Mark narrowed his eyes, his voice commanding.
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