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by waysoftheearth » Sun Feb 15, 2015 11:10 am
vvvvvVVVVVVVVVVVWWHUMP!
Highbough, Ulric, Desmond/Mondes, Josiane, Wen, Armando, Helmut, and Ashtad are flung out of the air to come staggering into a noisy, hot, red place.
A hot brutal wind is howling through the dunes, lashing them with the sands it pushes ahead of it, and making their cloaks flick and snap dramatically. They realise IT WILL BE NECESSARY TO SHOUT TO BE HEARD OVER THE WIND.
They immediately note the thick heat, and that the light here is strangely dim and too red. But despite this they are quite certain they stand outside, in a desert. A bleak indigo sky roils overhead, the alien clouds whipped before the terrible wind like spilled ink. The red dunes are intermittently capped by ridges of black rock and surround the company in a hundred-yard wide crater of gritty red sand.
Behind our heroes, at the epicenter of the crater, leaning at a slight angle and a foot or two buried in the red sand, is a stone ring very much like the one in the Ring Room--although this one appears harshly weathered and long disused.
Highbough finds the mirror in his hands has already crumbled into a fine dust that vanishes immediately into the wind...
[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]