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"I found where they bring the supplies in. Dwerde, do you think you could shimmy down it?" |
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Erulasse murmurs, "I think I could try."
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Craetor watched as Erulasse scurried over to the hollowed out stump and attempted to fit down it. He ambled on over to see if the stump was wide enough for him to pass down it, otherwise it was going to be a long wait before they could get the main entrance opened up to get in.
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Dewerde shoos Erulasse aside. He wasn't going to let someone else do his job! Besides, if she got stuck, then there was a very good possibility that he'd have to swim... and the water was COLD!
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Erulasse as you attempt to make your way down the provision tunnel you find that you are unable to get much farther than thigh high. With Dewerde pushing you to the side he starts to make his way down the tunnel.
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Suddenly, Hiroki remembers something,
__________________Hold Dwerde! I have some rope, I can't believe I almost forgot about it! Dismounting, Hiroki goes over to his mule, and retrieves the coil of silk rope out of one of the pouches, and begins to unwind it. Here tie this end around yourself, and me and Craetor will lower you in. |
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Dewerde looks appreciatively at Hiroki. "Thanks... It looks a good deal more slippery than I had thought." He skillfully ties a knot around him and then nods to Hiroki and Craetor. "I'm ready."
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Craetor snorted as he was volunteered, but then he shrugged. "Aye, I suppos' me stability may as well be good for somethin'." He stepped up behind Hiroki and grabbed a double handful of rope, the slack in a coil behind him. He called out, "We got ye gnome, go ahead an' let yerself down a little." The dwarven cleric prepared to let the rope out a little at a time as it went taut from the pressure of the gnome's descent.
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Erulasse, having been maneuvered away from the hole, moves up to lend a hand with the rope.
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Dewerde with the rope secured to you the others slowly after a short time of being lowered down your feet find what appears to be a wooden trap door.
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Looking around the door you find no traps and you area little more than the sounds of running water. A moment after you knock on the hatch it opens dropping you down slightly due to some slack in the rope. With you dangling in mid air you look around to find several spears pointing at you. If you wish to continue living you better have a good explination for yourself. A young elf tells you
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As the rope suddenly dropped Craetor had to take a step forward to keep from being pulled off of his feet altogether. He leaned back and dug his feet in to keep the rope from slipping any further.
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Dwerde hastily decides that the truth, or at least a good portion of it, is the best cure for this unpleasant situation. "I've been sent by Lady Anare and Prince Gavrik along with others, our mission includes freeing slaves. We were told where to find you, we'd hoped to bring freed slaves here, but first wanted to know what conditions here are like before we deliver additional mouths to be fed. I'm sorry I came through the supply hole and caused alarm, we haven't yet located your entrance in the lake."
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