Re: The Twilight Tomb: The Citadel Of Glass
"Aye, lich..." Thraka paused, then decided to explain further. "A rotting elf mage leads the undead and raises more from the slain. We kill them, he un-kills them. The four-armed beast is like an ape, but it is walking dead."
Authiel couldn't think of much about liches, though she recalled that lich was an old word meaning 'corpse', now commonly applied to spell-used undead, particularly the more powerful varieties. Given the horrid tales about them, she could only hope to the Seldarine that the orcs had misidentified. Allessandra would know more, but this was not the time to ask.
She had a fair guess that the four-armed beast was a girallon, a magically created gorilla with four arms and four times the brutal savagery.
Thraka sighed, long and mournful, and spoke at last "Tolg Beer-Eye led us to this be-nighted realm, seeking elf magic. We were many and strong, and proud. Side by side, orcs and hobgoblins and taer snow-men - they have the white fur coats. We explored these glass towers, all empty and all silent."
"Then... then skeletons, everywhere, elf-bones with their bows and their arrows, burning skulls, the four-armed one... and the lich, blasting magic and raising our dead. The priest-orc died right at the start."
"We ran back to the circle-of-stone, but it would not take us back. Tolg says there is a key. The lich must have it. We fought our way here and made camp, but we are besieged. We have no priest to banish the undead, we can not fight our way out, nor get to the lich."
Thraka lifted an unsteady hand and pointed at the new-comers. "If you have a priest, and desire to see your homes again - then you must get that key! ...Tolg showed me how to use it, I can show you. Bring it back here. Please."
The half-orc slumped back down in his seat, seemingly tired. A sweat had broken out on his face, perhaps from the stress and exhaustion. He seemed anxious, nervous, and afraid. It sounded like he had good reason to be.
[Private to Gurgun Nightwhisper: Gurgun had been paying greater attention to the hobgoblins than the others. They shuffled their feet, and glanced regularly between him, Thraka and each other. Thraka also glanced around the room often, probably a sign of stress and fear.
His eyes often slid to the northwest door held ajar by a crate and showing a crack of gloom. Gurgun risked a sideways peek at it. Some dark and spindly shape twitched in the darkness.]
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