From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Mon Nov 24 2003 - 13:35:03 GMT
Siri followed the group out of the inn, taking just a moment to enjoy the
felling of the rain on her face and the squelch of mud under her boots. To most
it might be an unplesant expierence. But after not feeling those simple things
for so long, it was a small celebration all in of it's self.
She considered leaping in an appealing looking mud puddle, splashing everyone
in the vicinity, but calmy tucked the thought away with all her other
monitored restraints and tagged along placidly to the large hole in the wall.
It didn't seem so bad, just edgy as she walked with the others the first few
steps into Parlainth. In fact it was almost reminescent of home, feeling
twitchy and frightened and as if some looming evil was waiting just around the
bend. Siri smiled at that. At least here she might get the pleasure of seeing
those looming evils cut down before her instead of them ghosting away to haunt
again and again.
>>"Dey are no good adventurers. Dey are the dead come back! Attack and
attack hard! They is at least fifteen closing in on us!" The troll shaman gets
excited and clasps the rat skull with a nail through it with relish as he picks
his target.....>>
Siri steps a bit to the side, as much as the bredth of the tunnel that
they're in will allow to give room for everyone, including herself, to manuever a
bit. The look on her face was flat resolve, almost glaring intent without a
shred of good sense to be afraid.
Shambling undead monsters, well that wasn't what she expected when she was
hoping to confront some fears, but it was better then nothing. Siri unhooked her
mace from her belt and stood at the ready.
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