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OOC>>>Okay, Ms. Tao. I have read and re-read the notes that Cyril gave me, and though they say nothing of the activity of the shadow giants at this time, nor or the shadow dwarves...I do have reason to keep the bane wolves on your trail and raise your eagerness to get things accomplished. Therefore, the only thing I am authorized at this time to do is move the wolves closer to you without spoiling the fun too much. Here it goes.
The pack had the scent, though it had merely drifted in the air. They could taste the blood in thier unnatural nostrils and knew that the dragon had come this way. They found the mountain on which he rested and healed...but it was an impossible climb for any creature at all without wings. The banewolves sought after the blood which was still fresh on thier undead maws, and needed more. They gathered at the base of the mountain, knowing that they could not follow thier prey but waiting and listening and smelling. The dragon would have to move sooner or later, and then they would track him to wherever he attempted to go. They stopped...and waited.
However, their howls did begin to ascend the mountain, their hungery cry already reaching your ears and causes the air to go stale and icy.
[ 12-20-2003, 10:15 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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