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The combat at Baram's Pit fights had been won.  Both in and out of the ring, Captain Jing and Chief Greywalker both defeating their opponents in the pit fights and Matise and several Interelf agents or special forces Rangers had won their sneak battles in the crowd outside the pits. Both had avoided the trap set by Admiral Baram after the fight and demolished part of his Keep during their escape.  In the aftermath of the collapsed rubble they disappeared into the night. Sneaking from shadow to shadow, lurking and waiting for search parties to pass they made their way across the city towards their own keep and sanctuary from the chaos of Luskans late night streets. As the stars twinkled overhead and the cold nor westerly wind blew in their faces, they squinted at the distant horizon and furrowed their brows in comprehension as to what they were seeing.  A black line rose from the horizon slowly enveloping the stars, stretching from north to south as if an eyelid was clo
With a flash of blue and a silent zip a hummingbird whizzes past your head and hovers over a bush with red flowers on it.  It darts from one flower to another delicately sipping nectar.  It is pleasant here, the birds sing, the sun shines and the water trickles over the irrigated rice fields.  Workers  dot the landscape here and there, some working in fields, others moving barrows full of grain and rice.  You feel well rested and healthy, each breath of air renews your very essence and being. You glance over at Butterfly, who is sat demurely on a nearby rock. She wears a long grey dress and shawl about her shoulders, as if to ward off a chill.  When none exist as far as you can tell, the air is warm and smells faintly of incense.  Her hair is tied back in a series of plaits, some interwoven with wild flowers.  She takes a deep breath before answering you. "You have been through an ordeal.  Your mind was clouded by evil magics which intended you harm.  You are safe now and

Gideon & Ranger team six

Sleeping was good, tucked up warm and toasty Gideon felt the chill of the Barracks on the tip of his nose, Just a few more minutes before he would be called to wake.  He opened his eyes slightly and gauged the time of morning from the dim light seeping through the stained glass windows.  At least an hour before the great Elven horn Heliffnirr went off and he had to get up for roll call.  He rolled over in bed and snuggled down to get a few more much needed minutes of sleep. His thoughts drifted to his old friends, where were they now?  He had tried using his Acorn to contact them, but they were either out of range or on an alternative branch twig to his Acorn.  He had considered setting off to find them several times, but the sheer depth of the Underdark had put him off immediately.  It was far too far for one Ranger to make it alone and he had neither the money nor knowledge of how to catch up to his old friends.   So instead, he had enlisted in the Elven Rangers.  It was rar

The Man who walks and the Woman who talks

The water reflected against the cave roof as he stepped onto the small walkway, leaving his Bosun to tie up the boat.  He walked with conviction and purpose his fine Leather boots clicking on the stone floor.   The Cavern narrowed until an ornate door with heavy chains loomed into view, flanked by two Armoured black Knights, their red eyes glowing deep behind their visors, standing as sentinels against the inner sanctum. With a flick of his wrist, he acknowledges the Knights and activates the arcane lock mechanism and the chains slither to the side into the walls and the door swings open.  Inside was a dome-roofed cavern, a stone walkway led to a small tropical island with palm trees as turquoise blue waters rippled in the artificial sunlight held aloft by giant chains.  Upon the highest point of the Island was a small flat plinth, upon which was a large wooden desk, festooned with scrolls and papers, a Dagger was impaled into one corner and a three feathered Tricorn hat resting a

The Dwarven Interceptor Crew

The Boatrain, part boat, part train, all boatrain, dwarven hands were skilled and wise and made the hybrid combination of the two, this unique vessel was used by all Dwarves of the Underland's, from Unterbuchten to Belowy low low, and begottenlow, under the lofty low down below. Including the 3rd dwarven interceptor crew, the elite special force of the Dwarven fifth army.  Where only six remain of the eight-strong team of multi-classed warriors, clerics, wizards, and rangers. "Five pointer,"  Dhye asked holding her hand out of the engine hatch expectantly Hosana looked at the tools before her, Many had handles, Some had edges, Others knobbly bits that did who knows what? "Err what does it look like"  she asked "It is pointy and has five points, like a star.....Quickly please unless you want to start swimming again." Hosana furrowed her brow and quickly sifted through the tool bag, finding something suitable she passed it to Dhye. From below