Dagroion sees him go invisible (Is that possible? Think about it!) and decides that this is a good time to leave the area. Throwing the remaining gnaomes at Shadow, Dagorion goes in search of a tavern.

<font color="lightblue">Knowing Dagorion`s dwarven instincts, Tahl`Zair dimension doors to the city tavern and waits- still invisible- for Dagorion to walk by. </font>

Dagorion sees a tavern and begins heading towards it.

[ 10-12-2002, 01:32 AM: Message edited by: Dagorion ]

<font color="lightblue">As Dagorion approaches the Tavern, Tahl`Zair grabs him from behind, and empties a flask of some kind onto him. He smiles contently to himself, and disapears knowing that a dwarf would not be happy once it realises it`s gradually turning into an elf... </font>

<font color="lightsteelblue">OOC: Dagorion, signature. ;) </font>

Dagorion wanders why it only rained for such a short time on only him but realises that in that place allmost anything could happen. Walking feurther towards the tavern he notices that it is in fact a Dwarven bar, obvious because of the short doorway. Walking up to the doorway the dwarf steps through but finds that it seems to have shrunk several feet in the past few seconds and knocks himself unconcious on the top of the doorway.

<font color="lightblue">Tahl`Zair chuckles to himself, and quickly casts a Forget spell on Dagorion, just incase he saw the deed being done...
He then returns the doorway to it`s regular size (big enough for a cloud giant to get through), and Dimension Doors back to his house to get some rest. </font>

dark looks at the dwarf/elf/thing and laughs..."what the hell are you meant to be?" i would say you slightly look like a dwarf,but you look more like an elf...my dear confused friend...from the looks of thing youve been cursed..." with this the elven mage/ranger chuckles and walk back towards the back of the bar.

<font color=teal>Looks out the window of the bar, sees whats going on, and groans, "Good Goddess, what next?". Motions the barkeep for some more ale..</font>

Dagorion wakes and wanders what the hell happend. Desiding that it is best that he doesnt know Daorion enters the bar taking special care not to hit his head on the doorway again, just in case it decided to shrink again.

laughing at the dwarf....dark turns to him."looks like you need a bit of help my friend would you like me to remove that curse for you.?"