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by waysoftheearth » Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:00 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
Anwyn works the trapdoor clear of the tacky webs, frees the bolt that keeps it shut tight, and pushes it open allowing daylight and fresh air to stream into the dingy lair.
She then proceeds to check out the roof top -- a plain stone enclosure some two dozen feet square overlooking the surrounds. The battlements on the south and east side of the tower have collapsed, but otherwise it seems safe enough. Standing here in the mid-afternoon breeze, Anwyn can spy the lay of the land for several miles all about.
To the south and east she sees a thin path winding its way across the plains, and beyond it, the rising crags of the wooded hinterlands. In the west the land is dominated by a boundless, dark wood, and far off in the north she can see the haze of smoke rising above a shadow which must be Ket. The sky is a patchwork of blotchy clouds, which threatens to bring more rain tonight.
Meanwhile, down below, Olaf and Dieter are very gradually regaining the use of their leaden limbs and are able to choke out a whisper of speech with an effort. Perhaps, given time, they will recover more fully...
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]