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She looked down to the floor, overcome for a moment with the grief presented at the loss of a friend.
A moment later, she looked up again with wet eyes and declared, "Then let us find out what is keeping our human friend down that hallway. Then let us get out of this place. We may not be strong enough in numbers to handle the malice encountered in these cursed hallways."
Anarrima was not kidding. With her clerical skill she could tell that this was indeed a vile and cursed place. It was full of unsleeping death.
Just then, there was a flash of light down the hallway, precicely where the party would expect Marcos to be.
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For Marcos:
When the lady elf's scream rang out, the other two, the rude elf and the half-elf had bolted to her aid, thinking the young cleric incapable of caring for herself. Even as Marcos was taking a more patient and careful approach to this event, surveying the damage they'd all done to the metallic entities now laying in heaps upon the ground as rubble, there were suddenly two men standing in the room. One muttered a single syllable, and the other reached out and grabbed Marcos by the arm. The word uttered was not understandable by any means, nor was the second word uttered by the one that had just grabbed him.
A flash of ultra-bright light was the next thing Marcos knew.
When the light dissapated and returned the room to its dark and dreary state, not one of the three humans were to be found.
[ 10-25-2005, 05:06 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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