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Holmes: The Rhiani ferociously charge the mighty rock beast - which, while impressive in it's valor, might leave some to question their intelligence. Surely such a thing cannot be hurt by mere weapons.
Rahkleth_at: Rahkleth watches the Rhiani and then looks to wherever Okhfels is with the other troops. "That shaman has got to die or we're in some serious trouble." With that, he begins circling the encampment in that direction.
Okhfels: Back at the defensive line in front of the camp, Okhfels picks out his best archers and crossbowmen. He puts these at the center of a formation, with the rest arranged around the outside with spears and shields.
Okhfels: The drum is strapped to Alshor's shoulders.
Okhfels: "Alshor... Enemies Fear the Shaking Earth."
Holmes: Alshor nods, and begins the appropriate beat that builds and builds.
Okhfels: "Jilliams. If the Rhiani aren't able to stop that thing, I'm going to try to push through and get to within arrow range of that shaman."
Holmes: Off to the side, Okhfels notes that Lord Marvars and his retinue stand safely protected by the guards. He has an appraising look on his face, and remains steady, though it's clear that he's never seen battle before. Of course, nobody here has ever seen a beast of rock the height of many men.
Isadora: Isadora, striding back from checking on another part of the camp, pauses before Marvars. "We could use your men in this fight."
Okhfels: "Spearmen! Oarsmen's grip! Our object is to push through them. Kill if you can, but push them back and to the sides."
Okhfels: "Shieldmen! Stay locked. We cannot be resisted, if you keep your guard up and stay with us."
Okhfels: "We will push into them like a knife into soft fat."
Holmes: The Rhiani collide with the rock-beast. Hope, being eternal, makes the soldiers' hearts leap as they see the Rhiani attack, and wish for them to win. But it's really no surprise when the seemingly likely thing happens, and the Rhiani break against the rock like water rushing around a stone in a stream.
Holmes: It opens it's maw, and takes in an entire horse with rider.
Holmes: Other Rhiani are crushed.
Okhfels: "Alright, that's it. We're moving."
Okhfels: As the rumbling sound of the drum rises in tempo and volume, Okhfels brings his troop forward, a tiny mass of flesh and steel advancing towards the oncoming tide of green flesh and brown rock.
Rahkleth_at: Rahkleth sprints around the edge of the camp, keeping an eye on the shaman and the rock-thing when he can. He searches for other goblins nearby. He knows that the shaman won't be ill-protected but that isn't going to stop him from putting a spear through the belly of that magic-using bastard.
Isadora: "It would be a pity for the flower of Kaitaine valor to be upstaged by barbarians on horses," says Isadora to Marvars, and then moves with Okhfels' troops.
Okhfels: Okhfels makes sure that Isadora is carrying a bow or crossbow, and then takes up his position at the front of the wedge of men.
Holmes: Marvars notes his men chafing at having their valor challenged, and acceeds to Isadora's request. "Follow Jilliams, men. Or whatshisname? That big fellow is in charge, right?"
Isadora: "Okhfels. Yes." Isadora smiles suddenly, brilliantly. "Come on, then. Fortune favors the brave, but she adores the heavily-armored."
Holmes: Jilliams gives Okhfels a knowing look that says, "I'll handle these new ones" as Marvar's men join with the rest.
Okhfels: Okhfels marches out, detaching his men from the defense line. Marvars men fill in the space they leave behind.
Holmes: The goblins that remain begin to mob up again, emboldened by the success of their megalithic ally.
Holmes: A mass of about one hundred of the little menaces advances on Okhfel's lines.
Okhfels: As Okhfels men get closer to the mass of goblins, they start moving faster, finally reaching a full run just as they crash into the mass of goblins. With a sword in one hand and a heavy leather forge-glove in the other, Okhfels flings goblins in all directions.
Okhfels: The spearmen at his right and left make sure that the hole doesn't close up behind him. The archers and crossbowmen they protect occasionally pick off a goblin here or there, but mostly they keep their eyes open for their prey.
Okhfels: The shaman's unusual size is his downfall. Okhfels spots him, as do several of the sharp-eyed archers. "There he is!"
Okhfels: Okhfels turns and drives forward, chasing him down, driving through the goblin troops... well... like a knife through warm fat.
Okhfels: A swarm of missiles fill the air, half in flat crossbow trajectories and half flying high overhead to drop down on him in a rain of green-fletched death.
Okhfels: "Ash and smoke!" Okhfels curses as his prey drops out of sight.
Holmes: As the residual goblins not slain by Okhfels hit Jilliam's line of men, and are cut down, Marvars strides behind them shouting to them. At first it seems to Isadora that he is helping command. But soon she can see that he's doing something else subtle, he's trying to make the men feel that they are his, and that this part of the battle is his victory.
Holmes: The shaman being down has apparently affected the rock-beast. Before fighting in controlled manner, it now flails about indiscriminately.
Holmes: Goblins all over the field begin to flee.
Okhfels: Okhfels orders his men to withdraw in good order.
Isadora holds herself back a bit, letting Jilliams handle the orders and keeping the larger picture--and the politics hanging behind it--in her head. She interjects her own orders to Marvars' men at what she hopes are key moments, fitting them in with Jilliams' moves in progress.
Holmes: As Okhfels gets the men back in good order, he notes that the goblins have fled for the most part, and the rock thing is slowly headed towards them.
Isadora: There are a few hesitations that almost cost limbs, but Marvars' men are used to following orders, and Isadora gives them forcefully. A little raggedly, they blend into the Kaitaine fighting force.
Okhfels: As O Khfels ? force gets closer to the camp, he spreads his men out, to try to enclose, trap, and kill as many goblins as he can.
Holmes: While dealing with all of this, both Isadora and Okhfels note smoke coming from the far side of the tents once again where the fire was earlier today
Okhfels: Okhfels suddenly gets an idea.
__Egani trots up to the edge of the camp where the soldiers watch the great beast.
Holmes: Crunch...crunch...crunch...
__Egani: "Where did this thing come from?" Egani asks of anyone around.
Okhfels: Okhfels tells Isadora, "Round up the men and go handle that fire. I've got an idea for what to do with that walking pile of rocks."
__Egani is now known as Egani
Rahkleth: Eventually, Rahkleth regains his breath and surveys the battlefield. The first thing he notes is the towering rock-monster moving towards his compatriots. Not sure what he can do but knowing he needs to help, he trots that way, mind racing for a solution.
Holmes: The din of the fighting, the rock spirit's footfalls are clearly audible as it impacts the hard earth here. It easily pushes over one of the scrubby trees it encounters as it makes it's way.
Okhfels^^: Okhfels dashes out onto the bloody, broken ground and starts shouting at it.
Okhfels^^: "Hey! You!" He throws a rock at it, bouncing off its chin. "Yeah, you! Gravel-head!"
Rahkleth: "What the bloody hell is he doing?" Rahkleth mutters to himself.
Okhfels^^: Okhfels maneuvers to draw it away from the camp.
Holmes: The thing is still wildly thrashing (as wildly as it's slow-motion will allow) at anything near it.
Okhfels^^: Okhfels bellows for anyone else besides him to clear away and get back to the camp.
Egani watches in fascination.
Holmes: Alshor looks at Okhfels wanting to protest, wanting to help.
Rahkleth: Rahkleth shrugs and figures he
Okhfels^^: Okhfels points at Alshor, but tells the rest to clear off.
Rahkleth: 's avoided death twice already. Third times a charm. He travels around the creature to where Okhfels is and begins tossing objects and shouting at the thing, "Over here you over-cooked pile of manure!"
Okhfels^^: When it starts moving, Okhfels pushes Alshor and Rahkleth ahead. "Run ahead and rest! I'll catch up to you."
Okhfels^^: Okhfels stays just out of its reach, shouting and dodging. When he reaches where Alshor waits, he runs ahead, and lets Alshor take over.
Okhfels^^: Then it's Rahkleth's turn.
Rahkleth: The warrior nods and runs ahead where Rahkleth pointed. He looks at Alshor along the way and asks, "You know what he's up to?"
Holmes: Alshor nods understanding and heads off.
Holmes: "I'll show you," he says
Holmes: to rahkleth
Rahkleth: "Good." Rahkleth answers, "Because it looks a lot like we're trying to get squashed or eaten."
Holmes: Huffing and puffing, Okhfels makes the last leg into the swamp. Rahkleth and Alshor come trailing the creature, near exhaustion. The rock beast...well if it's tired, there's no way to know it, and it certainly hasn't slowed.
Holmes: As he gets into the swamp, Okhfels has to be careful not to fall into the mire. One false step and he might be squashed.
Okhfels: Okhfels waves to his companions. "Come on! Not much further. The dome's right over there."
Okhfels: Okhfels drags Alshor and Rahkleth to the dome.
Rahkleth^^: Rahkleth sighs and pushes onward. He is supposed to have some faith in his fellow Tethite after all. Not that faith in his countrymen has served him particualarly well in the past. Still, hope springs eternal.
Holmes: All three press on hard, and reach the dome, a building amongst some other ruins. The rock monster crushes a couple of buildings as it comes.
Okhfels: Okhfels says, "If it gets to the dome... well... Good luck." Okhfels lays himself down on the "altar" in the middle of the dome.
Rahkleth^^: "All right, now what the hell are you doing?" Rahkleth glares at Okhfels. "I hardly think this is a great time for a nap. If I'm going to die, I could have died way back there and at least not been tired."
Okhfels: "I don't have time to explain. Alshor?" Alshor was there the last time Okhfels used the dome.
Okhfels: Okhfels lies down in the recess and tries to relax and make contact with the dome.
Rahkleth^^: Rahkleth throws up his hands in defeat and turns to Alshor. "Tell me what to do, man. That thing's coming."
Okhfels: Alshor looks out the door. "No it's not. Look..."
Holmes: As they wait, the "slump! slump! slump!" of the things footsteps start getting less loud.
Holmes: Alshor peeks out the door.
Holmes: Alshor reports, "It's heading towards the island. More or less."
Okhfels: There is a distant splash. A minute or so later, a small wave of muddy water washes up out of the swamp and into the dome.
Okhfels: Okfhels tries to get up, but only manages to roll off the edge of the altar, landing on the stone floor with a lurch.
Okhfels: Okhfels collapses in a heap next to the altar.

Holmes: Rahkleth makes his way out toward the enemy using the few terrain features between his allies and the goblins. At one point, however, it becomes clear that he's going to have to just make a dash for it. A commotion comes up off to his left, however, and looking back, he sees Nurek taunting a few squads of goblins.
Holmes: These charge Nurek, leaving a good portion of the field in front of Rahkleth open to cross.
Rahkleth_at: That's the opening he needed. While he might not care to die, Rahkleth had no intention of letting that shaman outlive him and lay waste to his comrades. He takes off across the open area at a spring without looking back, fully intending to engage the shaman in melee.
Holmes: Painstaking minutes of dodging stray goblins later, Rahkleth is only about 20 paces from the Shaman.
Rahkleth: Rahkleth sees himself within mere seconds of hand combat range and lets out a scream of rage as he dashes forward, spear at the ready. His eyes focus on the shaman with a dangerous flicker...
Holmes: The shaman sees him coming, and considers for a moment distracting the rock spirit to take care of this. But that entity is too busy slaughtering Rhiani, to make that a safe option. In fact, the Shaman moves off of that conflict to avoid the scimitars of the horseriders.
Holmes: As he moves toward Rakleth, his eyes show that he is not the average goblin. Far larger than normal, and apparently not bothered by the sun much, he pulls out some ornate warclub, and leaps towards his foe.
Rahkleth: Now it begins in earnest. Rahkleth knows that the quick kill would be the most devestating and abandons most of his defense for an onslaught of stabs and slashes, hopefully one will finish the shaman before the warrior tires.
Holmes: As he fights the demonic beastie, Rahkleth notes the club seems to have a will of it's own, and seems to seek his head as if to smash it, with great accuracy.
Holmes: But Rahkleth's hatred of this foe and training that has engrained in him the will to defeat such foes, gives him great strength and even more speed. The spirit in the club does not find it's mark, and with one last desperate swing, the goblin is off balance. A moment later, and it reels back, a huge gash across it's chest. It falls back into a small gorge, and out of sight.
Holmes: A moment later, a group of goblins surrounds Rahkleth. He takes guard agains them, but they do not attack him. Apparently they fear this man who could kill the holy amongst them.
Rahkleth: Rahkleth clenches his spear tightly and turns in a slow circle, glaring at the beasts surrounding him. "Come on, you cowardly sons of dogs. The only thing your capable of fighting are unarmed women and the weak. Try me..."
Holmes: A hail of arrows comes down all around, and one glances off of Rahkleth's left leg. He doesn't even notice the pain however, his blood being as up as ever. A few goblins charge at his challenge, but more flee.
Rahkleth: Rahkleth tosses his spear at the first goblin to charge and then rushes the others with his buckler and sword. His anger causes him to take a few more wounds than are actually neccessary but the end result is the same. Dead goblins and a bloodied Tethite standing amidst the corpses.
Holmes: Rahkleth notes the giant rock striding towards the Ikaiti lines as the goblins abandon the field.

Holmes: Sebastian holds Laura as the fire spirit presses on the Rhiani in front of them. Belnif turns to Sebastian, "It's not enough to just chant, you! You have to mean it! Mean it!"
Sebastian: Sebastian closes his eyes sadly and whispers, "I can not..."
Holmes: Belnif frowns, "Why not, man?"
Holmes: He momentarily goes back to reinforcing an important part of the chant, turning towards the creature. Then he turns back, "You don't believe?"
Holmes: He points to the flame thing behind him as he stares meaningfully into Sebastian's eyes.
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles self-depreciatingly, "Not in this, unfortunately. It is an inconvenient quirk is it not?"
Holmes: Artanis whirls about distracting the flame spirit. If not for this surely the thing would immolate them all. About the elf, as he sings, shapes begin to form.
Sebastian: Sebastian looks on, unaccustomedly unable to do anything to assist, yet unwilling to leave Laura behind.
Holmes: The chant seems to be having less than the effect it should, and Artanis is hard pressed to defend himself. Belnif glares at Sebastian as if all of this is his fault. He then shouts to everyone, "It's no use, it's been enraged beyond reason! It is time to flee! Back through the sandstorm!"
Sebastian: Sebastian shrugs, appearing indifferent, and stays close to Laura.
Egani spreads his arms, in a last-ditch attempt to open a portal and flood the fire with essential water.
Holmes: Artanis dances mightily with the thing, giving Egani time - but somehow it isn't enough. Something about this place holds Egani back from being able to open the barrier...
Holmes: In the meanwhile Belnif guides people to leave. Laura looks at Sebastian, "It's going to just flare up again, maybe destroy the camp. We can't just leave it.."
Holmes: Egani feels that if he tries again, just a little more effort, that perhaps...
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles supportively, "If you wish to stay and fight I shall stand with you, but it seems clear that there is little that I might offer besides my presence."
__Egani backs out of the spirit world through the magical portal. "Let's get out of here. We'll have to fight it in our world."
Holmes: Laura looks deep into Sebastian's eyes, "Why can't you...why can't you just...?"
Holmes: She can't manage to get the question out.
Sebastian: Sebastian smiles softly down at Laura, "I am sorry, my love, I can only be who I am, however inadequate that might be."
Holmes: *
Holmes: *
Holmes: Moments later, Belnif brings the group through the sandstorm and back into the mortal world. Coughing, he holds the shoulder of his apprentice. Egani looks back and notes that Artanis has not come through.
Holmes: Belnif makes a gesture, and Egani surmises that it probably to begin closing the portal.
__Egani looks around at the disruption, surprised.
Holmes: Apparently a few hours have passed as Sebastian and Egani take things in. And in the distance, the sound of battle.

Holmes: Sebastian continues to help organize the firefighting, but it's all but over now. As he does so, he notes a detachement from the skyship lead by First Mate Timothy Dolnegan has been very helpful in getting things under control. Tim also notes that things are well in hand and walks over to Sebastian.
Sebastian: Sebastian wipes his face with a soot-stained hankerchief. "Good afternoon, Timothy. Your assistance is greatly appreciated."
Holmes: As he comes over Timothy has a sort of remorseful look on his face. "You're welcome, Sebastian."
Holmes: "Now's not great, but I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
Sebastian: Sebastian quirks an eyebrow, a clear indication to discuss away,
Holmes: "It's the Ullizi's. They know you're in hot water with the Gugalons, and that something is amiss here....", he doesn't want to say more - painful.
Sebastian: Sebastian gives Timothy a slight smile, "Go ahead, I won't blame the messenger..."
Holmes: "Well, I don't think that you're really in their employ...technically...any longer," he relates with a look of condolences on his face.
Sebastian: Sebastian smile grows a bit, "Timothy, thank you for informing me. The news is not as dire as you seem to think it however. Still, I must ask, where are you bound when you leave Green Lake?"
Holmes: "We're due to make a trip to Itanis - never been myself, warlocks they say. But...there's another thing. Sorta related," yet something else he doesn't want to bring up.
Sebastian: Sebastian sighs, "Timothy, we have known one another for a while, trust me not to bite your head off please."
Holmes: "I know, it's just awkward..." he decides to go on. "It's your finances. You don't have the Ullizi credit any more. Meaning that I'll have to ask you for some sort of payment if I'm to take you anywhere. I can try to get a break on the price for you from the captain, but even then it'll be steep."
Sebastian: Sebastian tilts his head in thought, "Do not worry about it, Timothy, I know some people who owe me some favors."
Holmes: "Alright then. It just seems like a scary prospect. I mean here you are in the middle of nowhere. You can't go home. And you don't really have any money," his face gets more and more incredulous. "What will you do?"
Sebastian: Sebastian smirks, "Survive, Timothy, survive," then he mutters to himself, "Without getting anyone else killed while doing it."
Holmes: "Well you're a better man than I am, then," says the sky sailor. "I'd be out of my wits. If there's anything I can do to help, do let me know, alright?"
Sebastian: Sebastian nods, "I will, Timothy. For the moment, do not leave before I have a chance to talk to your captain."
Holmes: "Well, I can't hold the ship, of course - that's the captain's prerogative. But I'll let him know that you're interested in passage out," Timothy promises.

Isadora: After starting the fire-fighting off and seeing it safely in others' hands, Isadora rounds on Marvars. "My lord, it looks like we need to talk," she says lightly, wiping away sweat and smoke from her face.
Holmes: "About time," says Marvars, refering to the fact that Isadora has been avoiding him actively and well for several days now.
Isadora: "Mother taught me that a lady always keeps her callers waiting. I regret that she neglected to educate me on the finer points of battlefield etiquette."
Holmes: Marvars titls his head to one side, a gesture meant to dismiss her comment. "Let's not mince words, Isadora. You're running this colony...my colony...like you're some queen of the desert. And you've done something with Salast. What's going on? Truth now."
Holmes: Isadora notes Marvars champion moving behind him, quite at the ready, but trying not to show it.
Holmes: Marvars does not look like much in a fight. But the champion...this is a trained warrior, a duelist trained in heavy weapons and armor.
Sebastian has quit (Disintegrated: Today is a good day to chat.)
Isadora: "Truth seems to be that you sent Salast out here with a secret mission, so he's running loose in the swamp trying to become a god while plague rages through my camp and my desperately small force of troops fortifies against the coming goblin army."
Isadora: "Truth is that I had to put Salast down like a dog and raise the goddamn island myself, and you had to be dragged into helping fight the goblins that were right in front of you, and even then a child could have spotted that you were trying to slight my troops as you did it. So you have a lot of fucking explaining to do if you expect to get another drop of use out of this colony."
Isadora: "If we're not mincing words."
Holmes: Marvars raises his eyes. "I see..."
Isadora: "And you can tell your backup man to stop being subtle. That's the first thing to go, out here."
Holmes: "You know, you are one very ungreatful little bitch," retorts Marvars after a moment of contemplation. "I think I should tell every one of your people here about just what it was that put you in a position where only a godforsaken place like this could be a suitable post. Just why you couldn't stay in Kaitaine."
Holmes: Marvars
Holmes: Marvars' man, noting Isadora's words, stops being subtle, and adopts a stance that is not En Guarde, but ready to go to it at a moment's notice.
Isadora laughs. "If my life depended on it, I don't think I could tell you how many of them would care. The terrible thing is, my lord, you found a place that suited me. And now, who will you send to replace me?"
Egani can be seen in the background, dragging the body of a goblin toward the colony and Isadora.
Isadora: "Egani!" Isadora calls, a strange light in her eyes. "Your perspective can only add to this delightful conversation."
Egani: "Hi guys. This is the shaman who was...what's going on?" Egani eyes Marvars' helper.
Holmes: "Oh, Salast gone, I think this place is history," says Marvars looking at Egani accusingly. "The only question is how I'm going to avoid being assasinated by the Ulizzi's once they find out I can't pay them back."
Holmes: Then looking at Isadora, "Hmm, I know a Sel-Kai house that deals in slaves. I wonder how far a pretty Ikaiti girl would go in terms of making up my debts..."
Isadora: "Mother and father are fighting, dear," Isadora says to Egani, her eyes locked on Marvars and the bodyguard. "Lord Marvars doesn't seem to appreciate what we've accomplished out here."
Egani: "Hunh? We're going to build a new city here in the desert. You should see all the stuff that'll grow here! Um, but..."
Isadora: Isadora's fingertips beat a fast rhythm on her sword hilt, but she doesn't draw yet. "But...?" she says to Egani, tone still as light as a feather.
Egani: "I thought we weren't really supposed to accomplish anything anyway..." Egani realizes this is the first time he's thought about the colony with a "we."
Egani looks at Isadora's hand and then at Marvars and then at his helper and drops the goblin, taking a step back.
Isadora: "A lot of us thought that at the beginning," Isadora says. "Those of us who can move our lips without lying, that is."
Holmes: "Tell you what, Isadora," says Marvars, also stepping back. "If you swear to work the people here till they drop so we can get enough money from the flowers together to break even, then we can wrap this place up, and all go home. I even have a little place on the other side of the island where you could stay out of site."
Holmes: "What do you say?" he asks, with an understood, "because if you don't, we're going to fight now."
Egani: "Lord Marvars, did you really know Salast? He's a nasty, nasty man. But he's still lurking in the swamp if you want to talk to him."
Isadora: Some part of Isadora that isn't terribly occupied with this conversation wonders at the faint possibility that Egani might really be on her side.
Egani opens a largish book from his side pack. "I can probably reach him from here, if you'd like..." He's looking expectantly at Marvars.
Holmes: "Shut up, you imbecile," retorts Marvars. "She's already admitted that she's done him in."
Isadora: "I made a promise that I wouldn't let you use this place up," Isadora says with a little smile and a shrug, as if the matter is out of her hands by those words.
Egani: "He's dead, but not gone." Egani looks as if he's talking to a five-year-old.
Holmes: Marvars looks at Egani trying to comprehend.
Egani: "Watch...I'll summon him for you. Isadora doesn't like this, but I think you trump her this time." Egani winks at Marvars and beings chanting.
Holmes: After a bit, "You are all crazy out here. These Rhiani nutjobs have gotten to all of your heads. That and maybe some of the odd Sel-kai attitude. I think I had better just clean things up here, and move on...."
Isadora keeps her eyes on the bodyguard--Egani can take care of himself.
Holmes: As she keeps a watch on him out of the corner of her eye, she notes his normally bolt upright stance starting to keel over a bit.
Holmes: Marvars notes this after a moment, too, and scowls at Egani, pulling out a dagger. "Stop that this instant!"
Egani pretends to be lost in the ritual, ignoring the pompous windbag.
Isadora rips out the rapier, sliding into a guard between Egani and Marvars. "Don't ever draw on one of my people."
Holmes: "Your...people?" he says nearly laughing. This is a ruse, however, and he let's the dagger fly at Egani a second later, his face turning to a black scowl
Isadora: Without thinking about it, Isadora sidesteps into the line of attack, the dagger ringing off of her own blade and cutting a slice in her off arm as it flies past. "Basely done," she says, advancing on Marvars with a gleam in her eye.
Holmes: Marvars, devoid of his weapon, and his champion in no condition to fight, backs off of Isadora rapidly.
Egani: The ritual is still in motion. Only the target changes. Lord Marvars should watch himself more closely if he turns out to have a future.
Isadora: "Stand down, Egani," Isadora barks, shifting her gaze between Marvars and the champion.
Isadora: She addresses Marvars then, voice tight with controlled emotion. "My answer seems to have displeased you. This presents a difficulty, in that I suspect you will harbor uncharitable thoughts toward me if you return home."
Egani: As the skin of Marvars' face wrinkles just a bit, he staggers and drops to one knee. Only then does Egani realize what Isadora said. Blinking, he closes his tomb with a resounding thud and approaches Marvars, fingering a crystal vial half-filled with a glowing blue liquid. "Never do that again." Egani drops Marvars' knife at the fallen Lord's feet and walks back to Isadora.
Isadora: "My full hospitality is at your disposal until you and your guard feel well enough to resume the conversation," Isadora says to Marvars, her expression serene. "Then we'll finish."

Okhfels: Okhfels lies in the center of the dome, half-conscious, and far too big to be carried by Rahk and Alshor.
Holmes: As they rest, a sound like waves can be heard coming from outside the dome. L Ike ? perhaps the stone beast is moving again? Alshor takes a look out, and gets a surprised look on his face as Haikain walks in past him.
Haikain blinks several times, looking around the dome curiously
Okhfels: Okhfels lies on the stone floor, his huge Tethite frame sprawled, exhausted. His companions are not much better off.
Haikain gives an absent smile. "Why hello, Okhfels!"
Okhfels: Okhfels raises his head, looks at Haikain, and then drops it back on the floor with a painful-sounding thump. "Ah. Good. The not crazy one."
Haikain laughs - he seems to be in an exceptionally good mood.
Okhfels: Okhfels makes a vague gesture with one hand. "What news?"
Haikain: His eyes light up, and his hand dives into the sachel at his side. "I've had the most amazing time mapping the Land of Calm Waves! Look at this, I managed to..." he shoves the map in Okhfels face while blathering about topography and proportion
Okhfels: Okhfels blinks and looks up at Haikain. "I'm going to take a little nap now. Night-night."
Haikain: "Ok!" He blinks. "Is there any reason to beleive that our rest will be disturbed? That is, would you like me to stand a watch?"
Okhfels: "Yes, Bellie, that would be very nice."
Okhfels: Okhfels passes out.
Haikain settles cross-legged in the middle of the chamber with pen and vellum, watching over the sleeping giant. "What a surprise. It is good to be back!"

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