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by waysoftheearth » Sat Nov 13, 2010 4:08 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
Where the schlemiel is too feeble, Pelenwin tests his ample arm. He gives the door a sound tug but only succeeds in dislodging dust. Then he uses both hands and yanks hard upon the door with all his weight and at last the door comes free with a sharp, rusty moan.
A gush of crisp, fresh air washes over the company, especially those at the front. Pelenwin and Highbough are both nearly overcome by the simple joy of clean air -- which they thought they might never breath again.
Beyond the dungeon, the air is still chill and damp from an overnight rain. It is now quiet, still and semi-dark for is it only now pre-dawn...
(Continued in (014) The Ravine)
[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]