From: Heath LEES (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Wed Sep 24 2003 - 04:33:28 BST
>
> Garrott halts the jug of water part way to his lips and speaks before
> the others leave.
> "Keys of death..." he sets down the jug and closes his eyes. "I know of
> that name, though I believe it to be a racial memory of mine rather than
an
> experience that I have had." The big warrior opens his eyes and shakes
his
> head. "Keys of death, a very bad collection of people, they are riddled
> throughout Barsaive and believe that Death is a passion that, when enough
> blood has soaked the earth, she shall be freed from her imprisonment."
> Garrott's eyes take on a distant quality as he recalls his own brush with
> death, the burning sea of fire above his head and the endless halls.
> Shaking his vraggy head, he holds the gaze of Maerath. "If what I recall
is
> correct, they are of all races and they wear black, they live for killing
> and have no objections to taking any assassination task. Very dangerous
> people. The Blood Elf with the V name also tickles my memory, something
> about Kratas and Garlthik one eye...though everything in that city seems
to
> revolve about that old Ork." Garrott sips his water and then grimaces.
"I
> also had a dream by lake Ban that was unusual, a Human warrior, fighting,
> wearing crystal armour...quite disturbing, I do not envy you for your
> flesh...I think it may also be related to Maerath." Garott looks to
Maerath
> and smiles. "I think that tonight, I may sleep in your room, with my back
> against your door my friend, you may need my arm if the keys of death are
> after you." The big warrior lapses into silence, staring at those about
the
> table.
>
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