The ghasts are dead. For some of you, it is hard to imagine. Seems like you've been fighting undead for ages, though reality is that its been a bare two weeks. Somewhere Gregor is working on shoring up the redoubt as best he can as he waits each day for the party to return.

Each one of you feels a subtle change, something that sits on the edge of the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat. Do YOU believe in miracles?

The undaunted Bruno has learned much of himself and more from his companions. Kullonar holds tightly to Cuthbert's Cudgel. Gildan looks over all his implements like a fell craftsman going about his business. Dugger walks with swagger as Myrrick is a bit more cautious. Ulrich stands steady in the face of evil, while Selene has learned a measure of humility.

Are you truly more than the sum of your parts? We shall see...
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There is a loud clanging sound as if from a gong that seems to reverberate not just in these warrens, but through the entirety of the Vale of the Sleeping Jarls. If you counted on surprise, you may have to look elsewhere for such succor. But, for the time being, it seems you have a moment of respite before the storm.

ooc: I'm heading out to visit family this week. I will have my computer with me, but to be honest I probably will get maybe one or two posts in during the week. Hang tight, this next chapter promises to be really interesting.

In reply to The Seer (msg # 1):

Ulrich looks at his blade and mumbles a prayer to Pelor. He had been doing badly lately, though he tried!

Hearing the gong, Kullonar sighs and decides to pick up the new scroll they found in this hole.
He's had enough of potions; give him something to read. "When we get a moment, friends, I have a pack full of potions and such for which we need to discover their use. Meaning, we need some tasters who are not afraid to be turned into something...unnatural."

Kullonar will open the scroll and see if he can discern its use.