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LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Orvin  As Pockets turns around smiling she comes to see Orvin standing several feet back with his eyes looking to the ground as he pokes some rocks around with his Great axe. Seeing that their conversation is finished, Orvin half stumbles ahead to look sheepishly at Pockets. Before she has a moment to speak, Orvin grabs her hand and begins pulling her off to an even farther off corner with the group just barely in sight.  "I....Pockets..... You see....." Orvin sighs loudly before starting again for the fourth time. "Pockets. I may have said some words a while back about killing someone important to me, and I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that. I intended to keep it a secret and all, but I'm rather lousy at secrets and all that. Not to mention I just stared at the incarnation of death back there. Well, listen, you tend to live a lot longer than others don't ya?" As Orvin is speaking, he is giving almost no breaks in between sentences with his words mumbling together as he speaks rather quickly. He then begins pacing back and forth in front of Pockets with his eyes once more to the ground. "Now see I came down here for a reason and I don't know how long I'll live so I just want to make sure someone gets it done, and I don't trust damn near half the people in our group, Mur aside. But Mur will probably live about as long as me, not long. So anyway, here is this bone from my grandmother's skull, take it and bury it wherever she lived. Good?" Finally stopping his speech, Orvin looks quite pleased with himself for finishing it all and now looks expectantly at Pockets waiting for words of affirmation. 

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Orvin Before the Kender has the chance to ask what's going on, Orvin lets out a flood of words that goes in a whole lot of directions. Once the Dwarf is done she stares at him for a moment, sorting her thoughts. " So... I assume it's your grandmother who you killed and weren't supposed to talk about? I feel like that's what you were trying to imply. " Pockets sighs. She really shouldn't say yes. There was already so much she had to do, so many people she needed to help. She really shouldn't say yes. " ...alright, I'll try to do it. Though - technically speaking I believe Kender are the least likely species to live long. But I get what you mean. " Huffing at her own disability to say 'no', the Bard puts her hands on her hips. " So. Where does she live? "

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Orvin Orvin's smile widens hearing Pockets accept, but darkens upon hearing her conclusion about who he killed. "Mhmm, she was the only dwarf I actually cared for." Saying no more on the matter, Orvin shook his shoulders to dispel the brooding mood.  "Oh uh right, that is actually why I was wandering in the Underdark... All I know is that she spent years down here with no problem seeing as she returned on her own choice by herself. I don't know where she lived, I have yet to see a single place that looks like a dwarf could live in." Orvin's face takes that sheepish grin once again as he locks eyes with Pockets, "So uuhh in the meantime would you mind just asking others in that undercommon tongue of yours if they ever knew an old surface dwarven woman, right?"  "Oh and if you die, I'll just take her skull piece back and keep looking!" Orvin's face goes back to his same old twisted grin, but his eyes appear to be just a bit brighter and relieved. 

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else Invidia groaned as he awoke from unconsciousness. Everything hurt. He squinted and blinked at the dark ceiling. For the first time, he was glad for the lack of light in the underdark. The chef lay there and half-listened as the kender and dwarf chattered.  The experience had done something to him—he wasn't sure what. A clarity of mind had returned. A brief flare of latent magic conveyed much of the same information: the strange disability suffered after being thrust through the portal had disappeared. Invidia rolled over and slowly got to his knees, suppressing a surge of bile that threatened to spill out. Closed eyes remained so for some time before they hesitantly opened. Bringing himself to his feet, the wizard unsteadily wobbled towards the rest of the group. "Where are we?" he finally asked.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else After Pockets left him, Varn stood there for a moment in his thoughts.  When he sees Invidia slowly getting to his feet he walks over to him. "Oh good, you are up!  I was worried that monster broke you.  As for where we are..."  Varn shrugs.  "Somewhere east of Sloopdudop or whatever the town was named.  We had to leave in a hurry and without our guide to Gracklstugh.  You have Ront to thank for your safety.  He carried you to safety when you were unable to move.  The orc surprises me."  He looks back to where Ront and Kruun are walking together. Varn turns back to Invidia. "Do you know what that thing was?"  Varn shudders. "Was it truly a god we witnessed?"

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Orvin Pockets lifts her eyebrows. " Do you have a name or description of her? Cause 'did you see an old female surface dwarf' will lead us a million different ways. Though, she'd probably have lived in or near Gauntlgrym. " The Kender realized something. " Oh damn I should probably ask Venya for a description of her kids. " She shakes her head. Different topic now. " Anyway, Orvin - I'm sorry that you lost your grandmother. That sucks . "

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else Varn turns to Invidia. "Do you know what that thing was?" Varn shudders. "Was it truly a god we witnessed?" "Not a god, technically," Invidia replies, "but close enough that it doesn't matter to us. That was the Demogorgon, the so called 'Prince of Demons'. It resides in the pit of the Abyss." He paused. "Its mere presence can induce madness and other effects, which I'm sure you saw," Invidia continued. "Fulfilling my objective in the Underdark has become much more difficult because of this last development." He trailed off, thinking to himself. "In any case," he directed to Varn, "where will we go? I don't see the gray dwarf anywhere, but Gracklstugh seems as good a place as any. Do we know where it is?"

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else "DEMOGORGAN!  I am familiar with the name...yes...that does make sense.  I can't believe I didn't notice.  Well...crap."  Varn sighs.   "I am sorry but I do not know my way to Gracklstugh.  I have never been far from Menzoberrazen myself.  We should talk to Buppido more.  If anyone would know the way its him." "Now...you speak of your objective in the underdark?  You are not just trying to escape this place?  What is it you are trying to accomplish down here?"

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else "Well," Invidia replies, "I'm here to locate the necromancers of Korth, and by extension, my parents. They're not necromancers, but they do serve one. It's very possible that they might be in Korth, but it's a bit... difficult to get access to the city right now, so the underdark was the best bet for me. Furthermore, I obtained a scouting contract for some magical guild on the surface. They're interested in updating their knowledge on the Underdark." He pauses and flips through his notes in front of Varn. "So yes, those are my dual goals. The island that we landed upon was supposed to be a base of operations, though that plan was immediately shot," he finished. "What about you? You came through the same portal, did you not?" Invidia asked.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else Varn smiles.  "Ah yes.  I came through the same portal as you but my goals were the complete opposite of yours.  While you seek to FIND your people.  I am trying to escape from mine."  Varn looks down a little embarrassed before continuing. "Also...I MEANT to teleport straight to the surface...not to wherever that was.  That's what happens when you try to use powerful teleportation magic after only one day of training." "Do you have any idea where the necromancers were headed?  Menzoberranzen?  Gracklstugh?  Ched Nassad?  Gauntlgrym?  Are they allies?  I assume they are safe if your family is with them, yes?"

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else "You must have no small mystical talent to have survived that spell," Invidia replies, impressed. "I am uncertain where the necromancers were headed. It is very possible that they carved out their own domicile somewhere or integrated with one of the... friendlier cities, though the latter seems less and less likely considering that the denizens of the underdark seem to hate us overlanders."  "They might be allies. Or not. Frankly, their skills might be in high-demand soon, especially with the Demogorgon on the loose. They're known as necromancers, but really their skills are much more extensive and include both summonings and banishing planar beings." The chef smiled. "I'd assume that they are safe, based on how skillful they are. Some of them have been in the underdark before and have experience dealing with its dangers," Invidia said confidently.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else Varn chuckles nervously   "Ha, yes.  I survived the teleportation.  I had a few slaves with me though.  I don't know what happened to them.  I assume they didn't survive."  He shrugs nonchalantly then realizes how bad it sounds.  "Oh, don't worry they were just goblins."

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else "My sous chef is a goblin," Invidia replied, bemused.

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else Varn stares at Invidia for a few moments nodding his head.   "OK...OK...I have no idea what that is.  A soos chef.  Is that like your teacher?"

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Orvin "Ah to be honest I don't really know much about her previous life, it is why I came down here in the first place. As for what she looks like she had dark dirt hair, and her face was pretty ugly by Dwarven standards, in fact most of her was ugly by Dwarven standards..." Orvin begins thinking back to himself as he grabs his chin in gesture. "OH! I do know she didnt have any weapons on her except one rusty old sword, the kind that makes a blacksmith cringe in fear from how badly beaten it was. And I only really ever called her Granny, no one else in my house had a name for her that would be useful. Though her execution orders did have the single name of Agila on them. " Orvin's eyes suddenly tighten and focus on Pockets as he steels himself, "and make no mistake, I killed her properly, I didn't lose her, I executed her just like I was told. I ain't doing this for some kind of justice or for my Granny to forgive me. She never blamed me in the first place, she smiled up at me even as my axe fell on her neck. I'm doing this so Granny doesn't have to have her remains tossed in some pit with the murderers and thieves, but so that at least once piece of her can rest where she must have been truly happy." Huffing to accentuate his point, Orvin tips his head to Pockets as if thanking her and begins walking back to the rest of the group. Silent once more. 

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Post-Demogorgon WHO : Invidia, everyone else "Ah," Invidia paused for a moment. "Like an executive assistant chef, basically. Snert helped me run the kitchen back on the Glittering Isles. I do wonder where he is sometimes."

LOCATION : Tunnel's outside Sloobludop DATE/TIME : Running time WHO : Pockets and Orvin Surprised by how chatty the Dwarf had gotten, Pockets decided to let him go. He probably said much more than he had meant to. For a moment she though about asking Venya about her kids, but decided against it. For now, she would just walk.

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum (And anyone else that overhears) Thorum really looks at his brother for the first time since they came "back."   "Brother...you were DEAD.  I saw it...I pushed your body into the lake... What is happening?  Am I dreaming?  How is this possible?"

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum (And anyone else that overhears) Thorum really looks at his brother for the first time since they came "back." "Brother...you were DEAD. I saw it...I pushed your body into the lake... What is happening? Am I dreaming? How is this possible?" Angus looks at Thorum directly in the eyes. "What are ee talking aboot brother? What supposedly killed me? I think youve been dreaming, but that doesnt explain how in beards sake we ended up here? I dont even recognise half these folks? And more importantly why is there two fucking drow with us now...?"

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum (And anyone else that overhears) Thorum squints his eyes and rubs his temples.   "Gods it makes no sense...I thought...the fish were eating ya, I...your body was on the raft and I had to push it off so others could survive...didn't I?"   He shakes his head.   "Then...KahVen, I jumped in to save him, there wasn't room on the raft...I don't know...we're here now.  I must have passed out and dreamed it all." Thorum looks at Angus and shrugs, then gives him a hug.  "All I know is its good to see ya brother.  We have to get ta Gauntlgrym and return a hammer an shield.  Good thing we're back ta lead this group."

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum (And anyone else that overhears)  Varn The drow wizard comes over to the 2 dwarfs. "Ah hello master dwarfs.  I could not help but over hear.  Sorry for the intrusion but yes it does appear that you did indeed die.  Luckily for you we found the god of the dead to bring you back.  Its like you never died!"

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum, Varn and EVERYONE "Gods it makes no sense...I thought...the fish were eating ya, I...your body was on the raft and I had to push it off so others could survive...didn't I?" He shakes his head. "Then...KahVen, I jumped in to save him, there wasn't room on the raft...I don't know...we're here now. I must have passed out and dreamed it all." Angus listens to his brother with a simple nob of the head as he listens "Killed by fish? ME? Bahahaa I dont know what kind of dream you where having brother but it sounds entertaining, AS IF i, WE could be killed by fish, we have survived much greater threats than some fish, im betting you passed out on the raft cos your belly couldn't handle the water" Angus smiles back at his brother and engages him in a brotherly hug and pats him on the back, but cant help feel a shred of dread sink into his heart, as nothing seems to add up in his mind, everything seems jumbled and why does my body feel so weak, i'm beyond tired. "All I know is its good to see ya brother. We have to get ta Gauntlgrym and return a hammer an shield. Good thing we're back ta lead this group." "Aye, good thing were back alright, i've got a promise to keep to pockets and Eldeth afterall. I cant wait to get to somewhere familiar, i could sleep for a week with the way i'm feeling right now brother." Angus rests his hands on his brother's shoulders and whispers into his ear "Before we make any decisions, we do have one problem, before i passed out on the raft we had that confrontation with that dark skin bastard, well...I did i guess. Why am i still alive? I thought i would of been convicted of the murders after that and at least left for dead or cast out? None of this makes sense. Best we watch our backs for a time brother."  "Ah hello master dwarfs. I could not help but over hear. Sorry for the intrusion but yes it does appear that you did indeed die. Luckily for you we found the god of the dead to bring you back. Its like you never died!" "I don't know about any gods of the dead, and why for one second should i believe a dark skinned bastarding drow in the first place. One things for sure if I and my brother did die, It would of been Moradin's doing not some stinking death god." Angus looks at the group of familiar and not so familiar faces around him. "Someone care to fucking explain what in the hell is going on here? How long have i been passed out for? And why is there an Uglier statue than Ront floating about?" Angus looks at Ront and gives a familiar cheeky smile, he had to keep up appearances of course, But deep down he still had a large amount of respect for the burly warrior.

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum, Varn and EVERYONE Varn's voice gets low and he leans in and whispers in the common tongue.   "Listen, I get it.  I don't like drow either.  I may have been BORN a drow but I don't think of myself as a drow.  If you know what I mean." Thorum just stairs at him for a moment saying nothing before replying.   "I don't care what ya THINK ya are.  If yer skin is black then yer a drow. Now we're all stuck here together so I'll give ya the benefit of doubt and not run ya through with me glaive, but you better believe me and me brother are watchin' ya." Varn just stands and nods at the dwarfs taking in what they say.

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum, Varn and EVERYONE "Listen here, we do not know you for water nor beard, You say your not like the rest of your race, I say we still dont trust you, so instead of wasting your words on false ears why don't you prove your not like the others". Angus stares at the other Drow and feels a shred of guilt run through him. "Maybe i should apologise, i did try to kill him and he only defended himself and ran like a coward". "Brother....I think i have an apology to make, i tried to kill that drow who escaped with us cos i believed he didnt deserve our raft back there. Yet even after i passed out..they kept me alive? and you? Im really confused on what in Morodin's beard is happening."

LOCATION : The Darklake, again DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum, Varn and EVERYONE Varn nods his head to what Angus says to him.   "This is fair sir dwarfs.  I shall prove my worth."  When Angus leans in to whisper to Thorum, Varn just narrows his eyes suspiciously and backs away. ---------------------- Thorum whispers back to Angus in dwarven.  "Of course they kept us alive.  Ya think this lot could survive down here without us?"  He smiles at his brother.  "A lot of crap went down real fast on the lake there.  I'm sure you had your reasons.  Lets just be careful and watch each others back.  Like always."  Thorum smiles again and pats his brother on the shoulder. 

LOCATION : A ship on the Darklake  DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum It had been awhile since they were in a comfortable bed, so Angus and Thorum enjoyed their time laying on the comfy 2 person bed.  As he lay there next to his brother, staring up at the ceiling, Thorum sighed and said, "What are we doin' Angus?  Dwarves on a boat?"

LOCATION : A ship on the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum "What are we doin' Angus? Dwarves on a boat?" Angus lay there, next to his brother, happy to be on a boat than relying on someone he barely knows to keep him a float with that acursed magic. " Well brother, id rather be on this boat than trust that one's magic, keeping us above water. I more fear for you trying to keep a float with that armor of yours heh heh" Angus though to himself, about all that's really happened so far, how far they have came to death and being captured. "Do you think they are still chasing us? Those damn Drow i mean?, Also..i know by the way people look at me they think or suspect its me who murdered those other two way back when, but how do we know, like REALLY know the murderer isn't now on this boat with us right now?" Angus sighed to himself at he thought of the way the others have been looking at him of late. "Brother...do you think we really died?, i mean its clearly been some time since we where back on the rafts, people have died since then, everyone seems to be avoiding us thus far. I just don't remember anything since the rafts, like nothing at all".

LOCATION : A ship on the Darklake DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum Thorum chuckles.  "Yeah, good point.  I'd rather be on a boat then taking a magical stroll on the water again.  It ain't natural...and it is a nice bed..." "Do you think they are still chasing us? Those damn Drow i mean?" "Them drow might be TRYING to chase us still, but come on, no one is that good of a tracker.  I mean we were in a collapsed tunnel, walked around hundreds of oozes, then swam through a hole and walked on water for a couple days.  Water don't leave tracks." Thorum sighs, "I actually forgot about the murders, what with all thats been going on.  I would have to assume the murderer is still with us.  Maybe they had their reasons and the murdering is done.  We can hope.  Heck you wanted to kill Ohkar yerself."   "Brother...do you think we really died?" "Well...if we did die it ain't cause some wiggly faced death god brought us back.  I'm thinking Moradin had more plans fer us.  We made a promise ta Eldeth.  And we need ta let Gauntlgrym know whats goin' on down here.  The info we have may save a lot of dwarf lives.  You can bet Moradin would want King Bruenor ta know about it."  

LOCATION : On a boat!  DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn While Pockets is checking out her new kitchen on the ship, Varn approaches her and speaks in hushed tones.   "These dwarfs, Angus and Thorum, they appear from no where and suddenly start making decisions like they are in charge.  Also...I hear rumors that they may have murdered members of your group.  Do we trust them?"

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn The Kender cook was almost done cleaning out the old equipment and taking stock of what she still needed when Varn approached her. At first, she wanted to tell the Drow to not put his nose where it doesn't belong - but then she realizes that that wouldn't be fair. He was just concerned. " The two brothers escaped the original Drow slave camp with us. You know, with Ront, JimJar, Buppido, Stool, Sarith and I. KahVen was a part of that group, too. " She drew in a breath. " As far as the murders go - while running from the Drow we lost to of our members. One was bludgeoned to death with a stone, the other one had a small puncture wound in it's neck. We never actually figured out who did it, but Angus - Angus pulled a stupid, racist move and made himself suspect number one. " Sighing loudly the Bard put her hands on her hips. " It's just that - I don't know if you noticed - Angus isn't exactly known to be sneaky and subtle, so the second death with the puncture wound could never have been him. Thorum is a different story. So when Angus tried to throw Sarith from a sinking raft, in front of everyone might I add, everyone's logical conclusion was - hey, they are the killers! " Pockets angrily kicked an old pot. " BUT! But... but - I don't think they did it. Which doesn't make it better, cause that means someone else - who is possibly still with us - killed those two. Or maybe the two Dwarves are better actors then any of us would ever know. I don't know. " A thought crossed her mind - " Maybe we should talk to Lord Arduk. He pulled their souls out of hell, he must have seen their 'true' selves. " She turns her head to Varn. " What do you think? "

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn Varn sighs and sits on the kitchen counter top. "I think...I think I can't wait to get to the surface where everyone is good people and I will be able to trust people.  You know Pockets, you and Venya are the only ones I really feel like I can trust down here after Ovrin died."

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn " Varn... I know the surface is the promised land to you - and don't get me wrong, it's a lot better than this - but it's not Elysium. Not everyone is good, and not everyone is trustworthy. " Pockets sighs and gives him an apologetic smile. " I know that it hurts to hear this, but I'm telling you because you said that you trusted me and I want to be honest. " 

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn Varn just stares at Pockets with his mouth open, like he wants to say something but he can't get the words out.   "I...but...I mean...MOST people on the surface are good and...and trustworthy right?  Most?  Duegan told such stories of his beloved dwarfs...and there was that human, I never got his name, but he talked of his family and...oh man...Pockets, did I make a horrible mistake?  Yes it sucked in Menzoberranzen, but at least I knew my place.  I've nearly died like 3 times already since I left!"  

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn Pockets lifts up her hands reassuringly. " Wow wow relax. Yes, most people up there are trustworthy - and I'm sure that, to you, pretty much everyone will seem good. " Then she huffed. " And that whole dying thing is absolutely an Underdark problem. Yes, there are some dangerous creatures on the surface, but gods-dammit the Underdark is one murderous place. It's like every piece of dirt and stone hates you. " " By the way - what do you know about the surface people? "

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn "Oh I have heard stories of you surfacers.  I used to love talking to our slaves from the surface, when my family wasn't around of course." Varn gives a half smile and continues.   "Duegan used to talk about his son.  He had such a love and respect for him.  Its unlike anything I have known.  My mother had little love for me.  And my father?  He could have been any number of males she invited into her chambers.  Heck, even I could be a father.  I was invited into a priestesses room once or twice.  The idea of having friends, family, that love you and have your best interests at heart.  It is foreign to me, but something I long for.  Where I am from, you must constantly watch over your shoulder.  Even your family would stab you in the back if it helped them in some way."  "It is a little embarrassing, but this is partly why I want to help save Venya's children.  Perhaps if I can save them, they will come to respect me?  Uncle Varn?"  He chuckles.  "Don't get me wrong, I would help them regardless, even if I know they would hate me for it.  It is the right thing to do."

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn Pockets gives him an apologetic look. " I'm sorry for the way you grew up. My childhood wasn't ideal, but it was better than yours. Where I come from, backstabbing is considered rare and a great offense. " When he talks about why he wants to help the children she can't help but smile. " As long as you don't open up the conversation talking about how you're family used to own surface slaves I think you'll be good. " She hesitated for a second - " And Varn? I think you're a great friend. "

LOCATION : On a boat! DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Pockets and Varn "We're...we're friends?  Thank you Pockets.  Thank you.  I'll umm, let you get back to your cooking."  Varn smiles and closes the door and starts to leave.  "Please don't die Pockets.  My friends don't have a great track record." He says to himself as he walks away.

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum Still lounging on their double bed, looking up at the ceiling, Thorum yawns.  "Hey Angus, Duegar are some evil bastards.  They give dwarfs a bad name.  And here we are going into a city of them.  But they DO look like dwarfs for the most part...do you think it would be wrong for a true dwarf like us to go to a duegar brother?  Not saying I want to just, you know, wondering..."

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum Angus stares up at the darkness, still trying to make sense of everything thats been going on. Then his brother Thorum breaks the silence. "I dno about all that, were not so different i dont think. The worlds more complicated than just all that you know? I mean i heard once they where just like us, and after something long forgotten the were made to come here..Maybe were the evil ones and they are the good ones? I just dont know anymore brother. Ever since we got back....i don't know, Drow are evil or so we thought, but look we have 2 in our current company! I just dont know what were doing anymore, who even are we now?"

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum Thorum frowns at his brother's reply.   "Damn, ya hit yer head too many times.  Maybe WE'RE the evil ones?  They take people like us and put us into slavery until we are too weak and die?  We would never do somethin' like that.  Our KING would never do something like that.  No, we are definitely the good ones.  Sure there are exceptions to every rule.  Might find one good drow in every 1,000 but for the most part they are still evil bastards..." THorum sighs.  "Which brings up a good point.  We have to keep in mind that we may very well run into some dwarf slaves while we are in Gauntlgrym.  How are we going to handle that if it happens Angus?  We start a ruckus and we could get everyone killed...but damn...I don't know if I can live with meself if I just leave them ta suffer..."

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum "Aye yeh could be right, im just a knuckle head after all what do i know? Everytime i try and do something, it just back fires even when i have good intentions. There is hate brother sure, but i dno slavery seems like the norm down here...maybe they arent too different from us topside dwarves deep down? Ive seen some of there stone work its quality and design isnt too different from ours, maybe otherthings are similar too? I don't know, you know me i'll probably do something daft like start a fight and try and free em as well but...were barely surviving as it is. A Duergar civilised place cant be that bad can it?...I am actually kind of excited to see it and have something thats not all doom and gloom all the time. This ships a good break of pace for sure though dont you think?"

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum "Aye yeh could be right, im just a knuckle head after all what do i know? Everytime i try and do something, it just back fires even when i have good intentions. There is hate brother sure, but i dno slavery seems like the norm down here...maybe they arent too different from us topside dwarves deep down? Ive seen some of there stone work its quality and design isnt too different from ours, maybe otherthings are similar too? I don't know, you know me i'll probably do something daft like start a fight and try and free em as well but...were barely surviving as it is. A Duergar civilised place cant be that bad can it?...I am actually kind of excited to see it and have something thats not all doom and gloom all the time. This ships a good break of pace for sure though dont you think?"

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum "Can't be that bad?  I fear we are about to find out just how bad it can be in a duegar city.  I just hope Buppido can keep us out of trouble like he says." Thorum smiles and strectchs when Angus asks him about the ship. "Well, I don't know how I feel about the ship, but I am sure liking this bed.  I suppose we'll have to get out of bed sometime or the others will start talking.  hahaha"

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum Angus lets out a chuckle "Let them talk i feel like i've not slept in a month. Aye you could be right brother, but in any case we will have each others backs regardless." Angus sighs and sits up on his bed and looks at his brother. "I don't know what happened back on the lake brother, i don't know if we truly did die, or its some sort of joke or trickery..Maybe we were captured and this is all a spell enhanced dream i do not know, but regardless. Lets make a promise right here!   IF one of us falls in battle, the other must make it back no matter what okay? No fucking heroics or getting ourselves killed. Deal?"

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus and Thorum "Deal"  Thorum closes his eyes and relaxes for a bit before popping his eyes open and looking around confused.  "You hear that?  I swear I heard someone speaking goblin."

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus, Thorum and Saruuc As Thorum looks around, on the other side of the their "wall" stands Saruuc who through the shadows appears to be fixing himself. He clears his throat before pulling back their curtain, "Eh ehm, excuse me for barging in on your humble abode gentlemen. My name is Saruuc Kech Tuukan, and I believe your friend Pockets told me you were Angus and Thorum....." Saruuc seems to be confused looking back and forth between the two of them, as if he is unable to tell them apart at all. "In any case, I am a follower of his Lord Arduk from long ago. He has raised me back from my time in order to rebuild his mighty name. His first instructions unto me were to seek companionship with your crew. I look forward to working with you both!!" Finishing his words he bows deeply to the two of them. 

LOCATION : On a boat! In Thorum and Angus's "room" DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Angus, Thorum and Saruuc Angus and Thorum just stared at the hobgoblin with open mouths..  "What the Fu..."

LOCATION : Gracklstug DATE/TIME : ? WHO : LEGION LEGION was put back into chains and marched through the streets of Gracklstug.  Thorum motioned over the new pale girl.  She looked like she might be part elf?  But those red eyes? "Hey lass, I just wanted ta thank ya for helpin' us out back there.  And for comin' ta put in a good word for us.  We've been through a lot in the last month or so...  Anyway, me name is Thorum Bronzebeard and that's me brother Angus."  He nods to the heavily muscled dwarf in a kilt.    "Its hard ta find nice folk down here in the underdark.  Everyone is working some angle.  No one does anything for nothing.  So...what's your angle?  What can we help you with?  We get out of this and we owe ya."

LOCATION : Gracklestugh DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Thorum Lorelei glances down at the dwarf at her side, sizing him up, as she had been the rest of the strange group.  She'd seen other outsiders in Gracklestugh, few, but some.  None quite so... diverse.  Lorelei hums lightly in response. "Thanks are unnecessary, you help me simply by bringing me along," Lorelei admits, "I haven't been able to get anyone of import in this city to speak to me.  The guard captain may be able to help.  I'm searching for someone; someone who is meant to be in the city, so I'm afraid you're not likely to be of much help personally, as you've only just arrived."   She looks back over the rest of the party.   "What brings your company so deep into the Underdark?"

LOCATION : Gracklstug DATE/TIME : ? WHO : Lorelei, Thorum Thorum laughs.  "Haven't been able to get anyone important to talk ta ya?  Look at us, we've been in town less then an hour and we're already headed to meet the Captain of the guard.  Yeah, we're kind of a big deal.  Stick with us and we'll get ya some answers."   He winks at her.   "We're in the city on the way to Gauntlgrym.  Looking for directions and tryin' ta get supplies.  Most of us were captured by the drow and escaped.  The rest, like Venya there, we picked up on the way."   He nods at the elf. "So this person yer lookin' for...friend or enemy?  You don't have ta tell me anymore then yer comfortable with.  We're all entitled to our secrets.  Especially in a place like this.  Just curious.  Wonderin' If we can look forward to sharin' a drink or sharin' a blade."