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by mushgnome » Sat Oct 18, 2014 2:20 pm
"I am ready to move on and explore the left tunnel," agrees Urist, "But I need to take it easy; one more hit like that and I'm a goner." He readies his sling and checks his stone-pouch for ammo, in the hopes he can pick off the next threat from a safe distance. He thinks for a moment of the mountainhome Khan-Canil. Will he ever again walk the stone halls of his birthplace? Still, Tor-Xonor was built by Dwarfish masons in the golden age. It is a noble place to die, if it comes to that.