Chapter 60
Snow Lizard
Maglor the Singer: Grimbergen, thank the gods!
Mari Erilo: *crawls away from everyone*
T.A. Grimbergen: The cold chills to my bones...
Maglor the Singer: This hellish cold
Maglor the Singer: Aye, there is much danger here
Mari Erilo: *tries to puke on the snow*
Maglor the Singer: Let's see what the others have been about
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye.
Philip Cruz'ado: Birk? What do you know about this area's creatures?
Lytha: {Glares at Silver Cream}
Maglor the Singer: It seems that Lytha has a new toy
Lytha: {smiles shyly at TA}. MY STICK!
T.A. Grimbergen: Indeed -- quite fitting for her
Aron P'rezli: *glares at Silver Cream*
Maglor the Singer: *sighs
T.A. Grimbergen: Um... don't worry, i've got my own stick to play with
Saraphin: *staggers to her feet*
Aron P'rezli: a'nyylaa sa s'cilwa
Birk Nawdur: *tris to follow his words*
Maglor the Singer: *clucks tongue at Grimbergen
T.A. Grimbergen: *winks
Saraphin: *tenitively tries to walk*
Birk Nawdur: uh. Birk
Lytha: {smiles happily} Did you see teh lizard?
Mari Erilo: *sits trying to puke in the snow*
Birk Nawdur: *scratches head*
Philip Cruz'ado: Lytha! Stay away from it.
Saraphin: *stumbles and falls*
Maglor the Singer: What is it, Sara? What is wrong with your feet?
T.A. Grimbergen: ooc is that a special "pregnant" dress?
Aron P'rezli: Silme, amirilan ela ean?
T.A. Grimbergen: We must find boots for her...
Saraphin: Ean ela lean sa oaaan
Philip Cruz'ado: Ever hear of a big lizard living up here, Birk?
T.A. Grimbergen: Her toes are almost turining blue!!
Birk Nawdur: fill up want big lizard ear?
Maglor the Singer: Well then we best not wait....we should press on to whatever awaits us
Lytha: She broke. Broke are always cold
Saraphin: Ean ela ane ailmca, ane ane ailmca
Philip Cruz'ado: No, not really. I think it'd be better if we didn't bother that lizard.
Maglor the Singer: Too early for what, Sara?
Birk Nawdur: *shrugs* fill up say lizard not birk
Saraphin: *looks up in tears* The baby
Maglor the Singer: I see....................
T.A. Grimbergen: PC Emote Wand : What would you like to do? Sit on the Floor. PC Emote: Any other actions?
Maglor the Singer: Curse these cruel lands!
Birk Nawdur: where mari go?
Saraphin: I need to get back to the temple or I will loose her
Philip Cruz'ado: *points ahead* Just over there.
Maglor the Singer: Shall we turn around then?
Birk Nawdur: oh
Philip Cruz'ado: Lady Sara? Which way must we travel?
Birk Nawdur: Mari find stick?
T.A. Grimbergen: Do you feel the amulet tugging harder? if so, then we are close to the goal -- as well as danger -- and close to home
Saraphin: no, maybe we will find another necklase, won't it bring us home *looks hopefully tugging at her neck*
Philip Cruz'ado: Lytha! Please stay back a bit from the edge?
Maglor the Singer: Let us set out immediately then!
Saraphin: It is hurting me, *her neck is red*
Lytha: BUt the lizard!
Philip Cruz'ado: Yes, the lizard.
Lytha: Its pretty!
Maglor the Singer: We must leave at once!
T.A. Grimbergen: Here...try some of this salve I made from some herbs
Philip Cruz'ado: It's dangerous.
Saraphin: ok
Lytha: But I think its mad cause I took its furry thing
Maglor the Singer: Let's go on
Philip Cruz'ado: I don't want you to get hurt, Lytha. Please?
Aron P'rezli: Saraphin, how are you?/
Lytha: {sigh, exagerated}
Maglor the Singer: Well, come along then, damn you!
Birk Nawdur: rhaha harhago?
Saraphin: *points up and to the east*
Lytha: Nope cold?
Aron P'rezli: *nods*
Lytha: There! Not cold! {giggles}
Aron P'rezli: ((sorry))
Philip Cruz'ado: East? Can we not go west, instead? It'd be safer. Lytha's "lizard" is a dragon
Aron P'rezli: Excuse ME?/
Lytha: {nods] Lizard!
T.A. Grimbergen: Dragon?!
Philip Cruz'ado: It's below us, for now.
Mari Erilo: *passes out on the floor*
Aron P'rezli: did you say DRAGON?
T.A. Grimbergen: In these lands?
Saraphin: ow. it liked that suggestion Phillip
Aron P'rezli: my friend if he is that close, he has smelled us well enough to know if he's in the mood for our taste for his dinner...
Lytha: {puts her hand on Mari's shoulder} No, not cold. Not broken.
Philip Cruz'ado: Yes. Or at least the biggest winged lizard I've ever seen.
Aron P'rezli: we best make haste away from such a thing
T.A. Grimbergen: But... i thought it was too cold for them... anyhow, this snow might be a boon as it would render their flame breath useless
Philip Cruz'ado: It's THAT way. What flames? It spit at us.
Lytha: Path up over here too! I show!
Mari Erilo: you still doing damage for not eating?
T.A. Grimbergen: You saw the dragon?!
Philip Cruz'ado: Mari, here. Eat these, for now.
T.A. Grimbergen: I have food if you need
Aron P'rezli: *glares nervously* *scans*
Lytha: Siler cream?
Philip Cruz'ado: Yes, I saw it. And it spit at us
T.A. Grimbergen: Maglor!
Aron P'rezli: *spits*
Philip Cruz'ado: What of SAra? and Mari?
Aron P'rezli: I will go back
Maglor the Singer: Nice fight
Lytha: {moves forward and drops the arrows at Silver Creams feet}
T.A. Grimbergen: Thank you, Birk
Birk Nawdur: *nods*
Aron P'rezli: understand what... he seems to understand nothing...
Mari Erilo: *growls*
Aron P'rezli: and she is being dragged through the ice by her neck... what would you have me do?
Saraphin: *cluthches belly tightly*
Lytha: Where Sara, Nope and Aron?
Aron P'rezli: anacc sa... amirilan ilma ama ane we.... *prays*
Saraphin: *crawls toward Mari*
Mari Erilo: *slowly eats the beans philip offered her*
Philip Cruz'ado: Done there. *points* Behind us.
Lytha: {flops in teh snow}
Mari Erilo: *tries to lift sara again*
Aron P'rezli: Seacenne, laiream sa vyewillnya... laiream sa amirilan ela falaan el tyymtyelaa eo eym selalaeel eo Alaemyty.. eo anira filcillnya eo anira cillw... em sa iresa...
T.A. Grimbergen: PC Emote Wand : What would you like to do? Sit on the Floor. PC Emote: Any other actions?
Philip Cruz'ado: *bows his head silently*
Maglor the Singer: Perhaps Sara cannot travel
Aron P'rezli: vmillan anira aeylv Lailmiltyirel anira laanmalvanir ane ceela anirmeyvir anirela illw seaniram anirela nyirecw amacc
Maglor the Singer: if that is the case
T.A. Grimbergen: Shall we take turns with her on our backs?
Mari Erilo: *takes sara up in her arms* speaking will do no good *looks over at aron* she is not awake
Maglor the Singer: i suggest that we leave one of us behind with her and the rest of us press on. We will return when we have dealt with whatever is atop this cursed mountain
Lytha: {digs in her packa nd gnaws on some beens.}
Aron P'rezli: *rubs eyes... raises head to see Birk*
Mari Erilo: *sets sara down on the ground*
Philip Cruz'ado: *looks at Maglor* And what of her necklace?
T.A. Grimbergen: That is far too dangerous -- theose snowmen can too easily ambuish such a small party
Mari Erilo: she is no longer awakw
Lytha: {crunch crunch}
Aron P'rezli: *scratches head*
Maglor the Singer: We are in dire straits for sure
Mari Erilo: *falls to the ground*
Birk Nawdur: *sniffs*
Lytha: Puppy!!!
Aron P'rezli: *a stern look on the elfs face as he approaches*
Philip Cruz'ado: *crouches*
Lytha: {hugs the puppy}
Aron P'rezli: aeym lanyn... do we travel, or rest... tis for you alone to decide m'lady
Philip Cruz'ado: Mari? Did you eat any of those I gave you?
Maglor the Singer: it seems that whichever we decide, it bodes ill
Mari Erilo: *nods some*
Aron P'rezli: is she awake?
Lytha: {brushes sara's hair back} Sara, not be broken. I'll miss you
Aron P'rezli: she has passed out again?
Birk Nawdur: ag rhaha ugha'?
Aron P'rezli: *bends down and checks for fever*
Philip Cruz'ado: Good. And I think we'll do fine, if you only eat that which walks on 4 legs.
Aron P'rezli: Good Philip, I thouht you said she was alrgiht?
Mari Erilo: rhaha khurg nahot u nroho ahh rha'g hakt kzukgatohhanauk
Saraphin: *wakes suddenly screaming*
Mari Erilo: that is not for you to decied philip *looks at him* Mari was told not to eat what we killed
Birk Nawdur: *looks confused*
Philip Cruz'ado: I stopped the bleeding, Aron. I cannot do more than that.
Saraphin: OOOWWWW!!!!
Philip Cruz'ado: Mayhap Lord TA knows more?
Aron P'rezli: *looks concerned*
Maglor the Singer: it seems to me that we either find a way to press on, or sit down and die here in the snow. Which will it be?
Saraphin: *huffs* lets go... *in obvious pain*
Aron P'rezli: perhaps travelling is not possible...
Birk Nawdur: rru rhag ahh rha'g?
Aron P'rezli: Tis for HER to decide
T.A. Grimbergen: I...I do not have much expereince with pregnancies...
Mari Erilo: *slowly chews on some more beans*
T.A. Grimbergen: *looks ashamed*
Mari Erilo: nro gkhago
Maglor the Singer: For her to decide, say you, Aron?
Saraphin: *wobbles*
Aron P'rezli: I think so, yes..
Saraphin: we have to get that necklase. It will return us to Erisup,
T.A. Grimbergen: Come, let us make a stretcher for her and carry her.
Saraphin: If I do not return to the temple soon, I will loose Kyiliana
T.A. Grimbergen: Here...take my shield and ...
Aron P'rezli: laira amailmla anira lanyncilnya, laira nyilmmeala AEYM nyirecw, lae anira nyelnyaml laireycw fa oem IrAM, we aey lean ilvmaa?
Maglor the Singer: Then, are we to sit here and wait for her to die? Or are we to take whatever meager chances we have with the mountaintop?
Lytha: {takes an apple out of her pack and hands it towars Mari with smile}
Mari Erilo: *looks at lytha* thank you
T.A. Grimbergen: It's a bit small...but you can at least sit on it, Sara
Lytha: Apple good, beans {makes a face}
Maglor the Singer: Amirilan ameycw aey irilela sa we?
Aron P'rezli: caan iram wanyewa]
Maglor the Singer: *shrugs. Very well
Birk Nawdur: rrhan gkhago rhak tu?
Lytha: {cocks head} Unless you wish to eat lizard? I can take you there!
Mari Erilo: no lytha
Philip Cruz'ado: No...
Mari Erilo: no lizards *smiles weekly* not today
Aron P'rezli: illw wew aey illan amirilan laira nyireelaala, em quylaan laean?
Lytha: Oh. ok!
Maglor the Singer: aey illanaw iram, wew aey lean?
Saraphin: E ilcmailwa nyirelaa Ililmel
Philip Cruz'ado: I'm ready, if the rest are?
Mari Erilo: *nods to philip*
Birk Nawdur: gkhago rhak kun zhaho hapun hhat' ranr zraht?
T.A. Grimbergen: What is the plan, then?
Aron P'rezli: *sighs*
Saraphin: Can some one help me to walk *weakly*
T.A. Grimbergen: Sara --use my shield as a stretcher and we'll carry you
Mari Erilo: gkhago rhak zhaho u ku uko pn gkhago rhak
Saraphin: *lies in the shield*
Aron P'rezli: *shivers*
Maglor the Singer: Aye, let's haul her up
Birk Nawdur: nrhan kun rhago ha kuut zrao
T.A. Grimbergen: Phillip, can you help me?
Maglor the Singer: Perhaps Grimbergen and I can go first
Mari Erilo: *looks over at maglor and TA angerly*
Maglor the Singer: Then Birk and Philip. Then Mari and Aron
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, then let us begin, Maglor
Mari Erilo: you take the work of two to do what Mari has been doing all along
Maglor the Singer: Aye
Philip Cruz'ado: 8nods*
T.A. Grimbergen: What is it, Mari?!
Mari Erilo: *pushes the shield away and picks sara up again*
T.A. Grimbergen: We;re doing our best... *sigh*
Maglor the Singer: *strokes chin
Aron P'rezli: *looks ashamed*
Birk Nawdur: a rhaha koot akrn pahg rha'po ponnoh uh zhahh' rhaha? pahg kun kuut han akrn
Lytha: {looks around, listless and so lonely looking
Maglor the Singer: Very well, then
Aron P'rezli: *shivers*
Maglor the Singer: I guess we'll be on our way
Mari Erilo: if you wish birk
Maglor the Singer: Unless there is more resentment and mellodrama for people to fling at Maglor
Mari Erilo: *sets sara on the ground and looks at her* he is a good man, you can trust him
Birk Nawdur: *tries to make sense in common* lady want birk carry?
T.A. Grimbergen: Well, since you insist, Maglor... *grins
Maglor the Singer: *looks relieved
Aron P'rezli: *shakes head*
Maglor the Singer: YOu had me going there, Grimbergen
Mari Erilo: bhohago pahg, bhohago tu nrag uh ro
Lytha: I can't see lizard
T.A. Grimbergen: come now... you should know me by now
Maglor the Singer: indeed, old friend
Philip Cruz'ado: No. That's a good thing, Lytha.
Birk Nawdur: pahg zhahh' hhat'
Maglor the Singer: let's go
Aron P'rezli: oemveela sa, E ils lean salaaco, illa E oelw sema eoanal anirill lean ela anira nyillaa eo cilana
Mari Erilo: *hokds sara up waiting for birk*
Philip Cruz'ado: Thank you, Birk.
Lytha: {looks at him strangely} Why you not cold?
Birk Nawdur: *reaches out and takes sara from mari*
Philip Cruz'ado: Hm? Don't have time to be cold.
Mari Erilo: nrhakg 'u
Saraphin: *wraps her arms around his neck*
Lytha: {cocks head, then touches him} Brr!
Maglor the Singer: Be wary of the snowfolk!
Philip Cruz'ado: Thank you, Lytha.
Lytha: You were too cold.
T.A. Grimbergen: Did it ever snow in the golden forest?
Birk Nawdur: *smiles at sara* lady be okay
Saraphin: *nods lightly* I trust you Birk
Aron P'rezli: yes, in the peaks nearby
T.A. Grimbergen: Ah...
Aron P'rezli: but not through the golden cover of the forest where I lived
T.A. Grimbergen: Indeed...though your garb seems to weather any temperature
Aron P'rezli: and I've never seen it like this. tis a travelling outfit
Philip Cruz'ado: I'm sure it's fine, Lytha.
Mari Erilo: *takes out the apple lytha gave her and chews on it as she goes*
Birk Nawdur: *laughs*
Philip Cruz'ado: It wasn't even shivering.
Birk Nawdur: lizard cold
Mari Erilo: (whistles softly)
Lytha: Snow man!
Mari Erilo: there were two scouts. be weary
Aron P'rezli: Here's one
Birk Nawdur: *sets down here*
Aron P'rezli: Uhhnn..n.n.n.n.nn
Philip Cruz'ado: TA. Your injuries..
Lytha: BAD SNow man!
Aron P'rezli: *staggers*
Mari Erilo: *removes the arrow from her back*
Aron P'rezli: Lyhtha.... Run.... I... I....
Lytha: Ouch!
Saraphin: TA come here. Lytha come here. I can heaqr you
Aron P'rezli: What... What have I DONE?
Saraphin: *crawls toward them*
Birk Nawdur: need lady
Aron P'rezli: drops bow
Lytha: {looks at Aron betrayed}
Aron P'rezli: **
Birk Nawdur: *scoops her up*
Maglor the Singer: ghastly creatures
Mari Erilo: please watch where that bow is pointed *looks at aron and drops the arrow at his feet*
Aron P'rezli: Lytha?
Philip Cruz'ado: *sigh* Might do better with torches, it seems.
Aron P'rezli: Lytha?.... I am.... oh god..
T.A. Grimbergen: Aron...everyone, please... It was in the heat of a heated melee...
Lytha: {curls into the corner and cries}
Aron P'rezli: *stares at the bow.... in need and hatred*
Philip Cruz'ado: Lytha? Can I hold your hand a moment?
Lytha: NO!!!
Maglor the Singer: ooc brb
Aron P'rezli: Lytha... *holds hand out*
Philip Cruz'ado: It'll make you feel better. I promise
Aron P'rezli: I ... I shot her..
Mari Erilo: *catches her*
Maglor the Singer: ooc back
Philip Cruz'ado: What?
Aron P'rezli: I was.... so confused... *looks down* I must go... now...
Philip Cruz'ado: Lytha, please? It won't hurt at all.
Maglor the Singer: it is wicked sorcery Aron
Mari Erilo: *watches her run away*
Aron P'rezli: I am ripping this group apart at the seams
Maglor the Singer: We've all been victim to it
Kadarr : [Shout] DM: Mari attempts to catch Lthya but misses
T.A. Grimbergen: Aron... the spellcaster wove strong and dark magicks upon us...
Maglor the Singer: you must not leave us. we need you
Saraphin: *passes out in Birks arms from the effort of the spells*
Lytha: Don't break me!
T.A. Grimbergen: Come now, Maglor's done far worse with his words
Mari Erilo: *looks at philip and sighs*
Aron P'rezli: mailcc
Philip Cruz'ado: *holds out his hand* You only have to put your hand on mine.
Maglor the Singer: true!
Birk Nawdur: *looks down at sara* lady sleep
Lytha: Philp break me?
Aron P'rezli: not everyone sees it that way, I'm sure...
Philip Cruz'ado: It will make your hurts better. It won't break you.
Mari Erilo: *watches the water*
Aron P'rezli: *looks very distraught*
T.A. Grimbergen: Quite the contrary... we've all done our share
Maglor the Singer: pick up your bow, Aron. We have need of it
Aron P'rezli: I will pick it up, and throw it in that bay for what I have done..
Birk Nawdur: *carries sara over to the side and lays her down in the snow, sitting down next to her*
T.A. Grimbergen: Will you take up your arms again in defense of Sara's babe?
Maglor the Singer: nonsense
Birk Nawdur: sleep lady. *looks over at mari*
Mari Erilo: and if it's to late *shrugs* then it was never ment to be.. i would expect no less
Lytha: Why ARon hurt me?
Philip Cruz'ado: Maybe TA or Sara can see to the rest for you.
Mari Erilo: *sighs* that was a wisper
Philip Cruz'ado: He was confused. It was an accident.
Lytha: {disbelieving look} Oh.
Philip Cruz'ado: TA? Can you finish her healing? I've not the strength.
T.A. Grimbergen: Lytha, do you know a cantrip that will blur someone's mind?
Birk Nawdur: *frowns*
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye... hold still dear... I'm not going to break you
Lytha: {thinks hard}. Like.. like this one?
Philip Cruz'ado: Oh. Thank you, TA
T.A. Grimbergen: Yes!
Lytha: But not blur mind, blur eyes and ears
T.A. Grimbergen: See, that bad bad wizard cast it on Aron to hurt us
Birk Nawdur: *looks down at the snow and kicks at it, then takes a hold of saras hand and tries to bring some warmth to it*
Saraphin: *stirs with a pain filled moan*
Lytha: Spell?
T.A. Grimbergen: Ah... anyhow, there is one apparently that blurs the mind, and Aron had no control over himself
Lytha: Oh.
T.A. Grimbergen: Yes, a very nasty spell
Aron P'rezli: ((OUCH sorry!)
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, like that one Maglor jsut cast
Birk Nawdur: where mari go
Aron P'rezli: Thank you, Birk... I don't know... I have upset her I am sure..
Birk Nawdur: elf man say mean ting?
Aron P'rezli: no no...
Maglor the Singer: That child will yet be a danger to us all
Lytha: {cowers}
Birk Nawdur: *frowns* elf man watch lday
Philip Cruz'ado: 'Tis YOUR child, Maglor.
Aron P'rezli: yes, Birk,o f course. *listens to Maglor and Philip*
Maglor the Singer: no, Philip, I MEAN lYTHA
T.A. Grimbergen: Lytha...come back
Maglor the Singer: She cast blindness and deafness on me
Philip Cruz'ado: She is no danger to us.
Aron P'rezli: *stares out across the frigid waters and almost feels warm*
Philip Cruz'ado: *grins slightly* And you seem none the worse for it.
T.A. Grimbergen: Yes, but you know it was only temporary. Heh, if she only had cast a mute spell on you
Saraphin: *moans again in pain*
Maglor the Singer: *smirks
Aron P'rezli: *looks sadly at Lytha*
Mari Erilo: *shrugs*
Aron P'rezli: NO of course not Lytha, I would never! I am so sorry...
Birk Nawdur: pahg kun ktohgnhakt
Aron P'rezli: I will throw my bow into this water if you wish it
Lytha: {reaches forward slowly{
Mari Erilo: rrhan rha' rhago pook rahh kogoh po, gzr ag nro rha'g u ohg
Lytha: {and touches him so briefly}
Saraphin: *moans reaching her hand out*
Aron P'rezli: *grins* I guess we are all better then? *looks at Lytha, Ta, and Mag*
Birk Nawdur: ghuroh?
Lytha: {sits against hte wall, chewing on an apple}
Mari Erilo: *looks at birk* what may have been.. can never be *shrugs* for those who do not give the time to try
T.A. Grimbergen: Are you ready to come to arms with us, Aron?
Aron P'rezli: *staggers*
Saraphin: *wobbles*
Mari Erilo: a ragg r' zhhak, nrakkg roho rzr ohagaoh nroho
Aron P'rezli: pay my fickle words no mind, I will not forsake you. I must learn to be less dramatic... for it is not only I that have the problems of life...
Lytha: {Glares at Silver Cream}
T.A. Grimbergen: Excellent -- though I will always heed your words, but I know where your true heart lies
Mari Erilo: *looks over at aron shocked*
T.A. Grimbergen: no no, we have even more of a drama king (or queen, as it were) in Maglor
Mari Erilo: *almost faints from arons words*
Aron P'rezli: do we stay, or move on? M'lady?
Saraphin: Stumbles onward
Aron P'rezli: Birk, carry her please
Mari Erilo: careful arron
Saraphin: *crying in pain*
T.A. Grimbergen: Sara!
Mari Erilo: one might come to belive you like the orc
Saraphin: I HAVE TO SAVE THE BABY
T.A. Grimbergen: Aye, we ALL have to
Mari Erilo: dead end. ummm
T.A. Grimbergen: We cannot cross the falls?
Mari Erilo: i mean. we can not go that way
Aron P'rezli: TA, out of that WATER
Mari Erilo: *sighs* as usual talking to myself
Lytha: Owie!
Birk Nawdur: *turns around holding sara, looking confused*
Aron P'rezli: where were those shots fired from/
Birk Nawdur: not that way?
Lytha: BAD Snow man
Maglor the Singer: be wary
Mari Erilo: there is a way up to the west
Saraphin: Wrong Way
Aron P'rezli: *waits for word*
Mari Erilo: if you wish to listen *shrugs*
Philip Cruz'ado: Thank you, Mari
Mari Erilo: to here
Birk Nawdur: *puts her down*
Aron P'rezli: *uhhn where am I
Philip Cruz'ado: *shudders*
T.A. Grimbergen: gah....
Aron P'rezli: Lll lll Lytha... s ss s stayyy back. LYTHA. RUN
Lytha: Ouch
Aron P'rezli: STAY AWAY FROM ME
Birk Nawdur: ZAP
Lytha: BAD SNOW MAN!
Mari Erilo: thank you birk
Philip Cruz'ado: Yes
Aron P'rezli: *looks nervously at Lytha*
Birk Nawdur: *smiles*
Philip Cruz'ado: Lady? Are you all right?
Lytha: {giggles, and tries to catch a snow flake}
T.A. Grimbergen: *looks at Aron...then Lytha...
Saraphin: I want to get home Phillip
Aron P'rezli: *stares at the snow on the leaves of the treetop*
Birk Nawdur: *picks up sara gently* birk thank lady
T.A. Grimbergen: Maglor...what are we to do with this mess?
Philip Cruz'ado: I agree, m'Lady. But we have to deal with your necklace, first.
Aron P'rezli: WAIT
Maglor the Singer: good question
Lytha: {yawns}
Maglor the Singer: This cursed mountain will destroy us
Birk Nawdur: *looks around*
Aron P'rezli: *Bahh grummbles*
Birk Nawdur: where mari go
Lytha: Nope hurt?
Saraphin: *looks at Maglor fearfully*
Lytha: Not look fine
Philip Cruz'ado: m'Lady? Can you help her?
Mari Erilo: *looks back at aron completely confused* thank you sn.. maglor
Aron P'rezli: *scans*
Maglor the Singer: have we reached the summit?
Mari Erilo: tu 'u hah rohh pahg?
Birk Nawdur: rhaha?
T.A. Grimbergen: From whence did you see the lizard?
Mari Erilo: 'og?
Philip Cruz'ado: Lizard?
Lytha: Lizard back there!
Birk Nawdur: pahg kun gu kuut ranr ruhtg... rrhan rhaha hagg?
Philip Cruz'ado: Hopefully behind us.
T.A. Grimbergen: So it has been slain?
Philip Cruz'ado: Not unless someone else did it.
Mari Erilo: *smiles at birk slightly* are you okay?
Aron P'rezli: *listens* water flowing... and wood... it sounds like. arrgh
Mari Erilo: nO!
Aron P'rezli: *eyes open wide at the horror that Lytha has begun to unleash*
Mari Erilo: haho 'u ugha' pahg?
Philip Cruz'ado: [Whisper] fire?
T.A. Grimbergen: Thank you, Birk
Birk Nawdur: Grim
Lytha: Look! Dropped stick
Birk Nawdur: follow birk
Mari Erilo: Pohah!
Aron P'rezli: come
Maglor the Singer: grim indeed
Aron P'rezli: 'takes hand*
Mari Erilo: *looks at philip*
Aron P'rezli: here he is
T.A. Grimbergen: Yes?
Lytha: Here. Take this stick. So you don't want mine
Birk Nawdur: lady help grim!
T.A. Grimbergen: Ah, that's one way to put it
Birk Nawdur: *smiles and picks her up*
T.A. Grimbergen: Than...erm..
Aron P'rezli: *smiles at TAa*
Birk Nawdur: tr pahg ugha' rhaha *smiles*
T.A. Grimbergen: I must rest...
Mari Erilo: POHAH! Mari has seen it flash with in your eyes *looks excited*
Philip Cruz'ado: I don't speak that tongue, Mari. Oh, Maglor! Catch!
Mari Erilo: *searches for the word in common*
Maglor the Singer: *catches arrows
Mari Erilo: *looks at birk, helplessy*
Birk Nawdur: mari?
Mari Erilo: Pohah! rur tuog uko gha' nrhan?
Lytha: {curls up in the snow, chewing on some beans}
Maglor the Singer: Well, prehaps we have finally found the gate
Aron P'rezli: *looks at Philips feet, shakes head*
Birk Nawdur: bar!
Maglor the Singer: Can anyone detect any traps on this bridge?
Aron P'rezli: *bends down to check for traps*
Birk Nawdur: *sounds out 'bear'* Bar! *looks at sara*
T.A. Grimbergen: Pohah!
Maglor the Singer: Who knows what awaits us across this water
Saraphin: *cringes in a wave of pain*
Maglor the Singer: Birk! Do you know what is beyond?
Aron P'rezli: *distracted by Saraphin's cry*
Birk Nawdur: cross... lady say cross.... *looks confused*
Mari Erilo: yes bear *smiles*
Saraphin: [Whisper] Please take me now, my baby
Aron P'rezli: *bends down, looking for more traps*
Lytha: DOn't want it
T.A. Grimbergen: We;re almost there... little Kyil can make it
Lytha: SHarp stick...
Birk Nawdur: birk cross?
Saraphin: Thank you
Birk Nawdur: *nods* *still looks confused though*
Mari Erilo: *repeats the form in common* bear, bear bear
Aron P'rezli: ilma aey nyecw? *motions to take his cape off*
Saraphin: *in a wave of pain gasps* North
Birk Nawdur: nort
Aron P'rezli: *looks at the way the trees have grown and heads north*
Kadarr : [Shout] DM: A DEEP Voice shouts from the north... Who enters my forest?
Mari Erilo: *shivers*
T.A. Grimbergen: Um...
Maglor the Singer: Wait, Mari!
Birk Nawdur: *looks around*
Philip Cruz'ado: *looks around* Thank you, Lytha.
Mari Erilo: yes?
Maglor the Singer: [Shout] We come in peace!
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