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"The three known Dragons have spoken naught but truth, as far as I can understand. Besides, what reason have we not to explore this passage?"

*Follows after Claude

*follow in suit after the rest have taking after Dallids and Claude.*

"All serpents speak the truth in their own way. it is not like themto out right lie to us. But they well try to blindside us or make under guess our choice if we let them. For that is the way of all serpents to speak truth to your face but in the bite you in the backside."

"Well said Pugo." Delayne says. "I do not imagine the An'Drae'Dar to lie...however, there is a subtle difference between lying and speaking the truth. Surely, there is pride to be had in speaking the truth and yet, revealing nothing." She shrugs. "And it isn't as though we really have anywhere else to go, at this point."

She murmmurs something inaudible, to no one in particular, drawing her wings closely about her, her cheeks flushed.

*Kidwynn grins a mischevious grin*

Spoken like a true pirate...

*Eilonwy follows in her position to the rear, pondering their words but remaining silent and watchful*

*DarKarath just shrugs as he grunts

"Well i for one dont like the idea of being anybodies plaything, dragon- human, or god."


*Walks up towards the door and looks back to those behind

"And i say, playtime is over!"

*DarKarath snaps his right arm quickly and percisely over to his chest and yells

"THE PHOENIX ARE NOONES TRINKETS TO BE TOSSED AROUND!"

*Kidwynn walks over to DarKarth*

Easy there luv. By shoutin' like that you are lettin' the thing know that he is gettin' under your skin and that is the LAST thing you want to reveal.

Right now just stay alert...picture yourself in more plesant surroundings when this drag..lizzard...whatever thing is gettin' to ya.

The group walks down the new pasageway toward the glowing light, a light that gets more and more intense the farther they travel. After a hundred yards, it is almost blinding, but it can be seen that the light originates from three large rocks, lying and ultimately blocking the path.

(looking a bit puzzled but none the less shaken than the others Ogrom carefully looks over the rocks)

Well looks to be our path is blocked but let us seek a way to move the rocks here from our path but also lets keep up the rear guard as we look around the area here.

*Dallid addresses the rocks*

“Please excuse our intrusion and ignorance, but are you capable of communicating with us?”

the rocks do not respond

*Dallid places his hand on one of the rocks (Sense Magic, and do they feel metalic?).*

*Atrum just shakes his head and snickers as Darkarath makes his proclomations. As the group heads down the new hall he keeps his back in contact with one wall looking forward down the hall and back towards the opening.*

Anyone else waiting for the other boot to drop?

*Kidwynn looks at Atrum*

Aye...

Upon placing his hand upon the rock, Dallid's body stiffens, as if in pain. All attempts to remove him from it fail. But as he begins convulsing, an image begins to form in front of the group, hazy at first but slowly becoming clear. What is seen at the forefront of the image is a gnome, tirelessly and rapidly working on creating weapons and armor. All around the gnome, great swords, shiny and detailed decorative armor, daggers, axes, and helms pile up on all sides of him, partially blocking the view of many figures walking around. The figures themselves appear busy, but their task is impossible to decipher. Different races come into view, Ga'vin and Dark Elves mostly, but there is a splattering of other races as well. While the work appears to be occuring in some sort of cave or structure, something about it seems different than the one the adventurers stand in. In the end it is determined that either the current cave system is gigantic or the work is being accomplished elsewhere or, not impossibly, the immense noise that must be occurring from all the work is somehow being muffled so that it doesn't reach the party's ears. And then in an instant, the image vanishes and it is not a boot that drops, as some members fear, but rather the Great Horned One, who falls like the very rock he touched and remains there unmoving.