Starker sees Kragen and Chadwick conferring and looks in the direction they are looking at, and whispers to Erbert: “Study time might be ending. The Twins of Tyr seem to have a chase in view.”
Erbert looks up at Starker, lost in his thoughts, then quickly comes round. “Oh, yes? What are they getting into? My my, so much to digest. This fellow that we are dealing with is a naughty, naughty boy. And quite powerful. Really interesting reading…”. he stands and gathers himself, wandering over to see what is occuring.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Starker and Erbert look up from their review of Illiandil's Journal and the Quipu of Xathuul in time to see two of the kaorti creatures emerge from the ruins. Both are walking towards you. One heads towards Kragen and Chadwick. The other towards the wizards. Each is enchased in a suit of armor made from the same resin substance you saw in Illiandil's Abyss Tomb. Their prehensile tentacle 'figers' writhe about at the ends of their arms. Neither responds to Chadwick's addressing them.
The guards are alerted and ready their crossbows waiting for orders.
Starker sees Kragen and Chadwick conferring and looks in the direction they are looking at, and whispers to Erbert: “Study time might be ending. The Twins of Tyr seem to have a chase in view.”
Erbert looks up at Starker, lost in his thoughts, then quickly comes round. “Oh, yes? What are they getting into? My my, so much to digest. This fellow that we are dealing with is a naughty, naughty boy. And quite powerful. Really interesting reading…”. he stands and gathers himself, wandering over to see what is occuring.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Starker and Erbert look up from their review of Illiandil's Journal and the Quipu of Xathuul in time to see two of the kaorti creatures emerge from the ruins. Both are walking towards you. One heads towards Kragen and Chadwick. The other towards the wizards. Each is enchased in a suit of armor made from the same resin substance you saw in Illiandil's Abyss Tomb. Their prehensile tentacle 'figers' writhe about at the ends of their arms. Neither responds to Chadwick's addressing them.
The guards are alerted and ready their crossbows waiting for orders.
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