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olivar |
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Gron'rindul will cautiously descend into the valley, and approach the city, looking for signs or the like.
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Andorax |
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Other individuals are coming closer now...Humans, Halflings, other Dwarves. Most are bound for the city by their path...some seem intent and march determinedly onward, while others seem hesitant, approaching more out of curiosity than anything else.
The city is still some distance away, and there are yet still no signs or markings that you have seen. |
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul will approach one of the hesitant Dwarves. "Greetings. Could you perhaps tell me the name of that city that lies ahead?"
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Andorax |
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Looking somewhat startled, the Dwarf turns to face you. "I know it not...nor by what cause came I to this place. When last I recall, 'twas turning to a shout come from further on in the shaft...Boric, I think 'twas. Then...water, I think. And cold...cold ta etch your bones. Then, here. Neither damp nor out of breath."
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul nods. "I am sorry to have disturbed you. May Clangeddin and Moradin watch over you."
Gron'rindul will continue to walk toward the city. |
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Andorax |
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"Hold a moment," the Dwarf calls out...startled out of his revire by the knowledge that you are departing. "If you know not this city ahead, then perhaps know you of this place at all?"
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul stops and turns back. "I know only a little, and much of that is guessed at. I remember clearly the situation that I was in before arriving here." He continues in a hushed tone, so that passersby cannot hear, "I believe that I had died."
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Andorax |
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The Dwarf seems shocked for a moment...then considers. "Aye, that makes sense. I'd thought I'd gone and had the air smashed out of me when the waters flooded the shaft. Hadn't quite realized I'd drowned, but it seems to make sense."
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul continues, "And now that we are here, we all head toward this city ahead. I wonder, do we because we are supposed to, or simply because every one else is? This cannot be my final rest, of that I am certain."
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Andorax |
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"I couldn't say...I simply felt this was the right direction to be travelling in, then I saw the others were as well and figured they knew better than I. Odd looking place, though. Can't quite put a finger on it, but something just doesn't seem right 'bout it."
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olivar |
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Now that they are closer, Gron'rindul will look over the city again, trying to determine what may feel wrong about it.
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Andorax |
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Something about the wall seems...organic. Almost alive. It's a haphazard combination of green and grey, and the outer face of it is definately made up of...no, it couldn't be.
Upon closer inspection, it appears that the wall is composed entirely of the dead-yet-not-dead people of this plane, piled high one atop another, mortered together with some odd sort of greenish substance, arms still flailing and voices crying out in anguish, just scarcely now audible. |
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olivar |
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Looking at the city in horror, Gron'rindul then looks around at the mass of people heading toward the city. Reaching a decision, he stands in the middle of the road, facing away from the city, shouting, "Turn back! This city you head toward is an evil place! Surely this cannot be your fate! Look on the walls - you will see! Turn back while it is still possible!"
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Andorax |
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As if a river around a great stone, the wandering people heading towards the city break around you, turning to either side and stepping off of the roughly defined road. However, your words do not seem to deter them particularly. One might start for a moment, another glance your way...but eventually, they all continue on their way towards the city. In fact, the Dwarf with whom you had spoken earlier seems to have resumed his travels towards the city as well, unfazed and unheeding of your comments.
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul continues, "Can you not see what is before your eyes? Have you all become blind?" After some more attempts, he will see the flow of people around him that never seems to end, and then step to one side of the road.
After considering his options for a moment, Gron'rindul starts to run toward the city, staying out of the crowd. He continues until he can see more clearly the fates of these people. |
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Andorax |
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You run for a time, noticing...oddly...that your limbs do not seem to be growing weary. In fact, you do not recall experiencing hunger, thirst, or any sort of fatigue. Neither do you recall the level, or direction, of the light here changing in the least for the hours you have spent here.
Approaching the gates, you find that a small, yet fairly steady, stream of people continue to make their way inside. The cacaphony of screams and wails of the people mortered into the wall above is almost unbearable to listen to. High above, the people seem mostly intact, trapped within a greenish-grey goo. Further down the wall, they grow quieter, stiller, and their flesh takes on a similarly greenish-grey texture. Towards the base of the wall, close at hand, you can only faintly make out a humanoid face, hand, arm, or foot in tracery upon the smooth stoney surface. |
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olivar |
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Shuddering at the sight, Gron'rindul looks about to see if there is any means of closing the gates.
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Andorax |
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The gates themselves are massive iron affairs. They are nearly forty feet in height (just short of the height of the wall itself) and nearly as wide.
There are four men in chainmail, two to either side, on the inside of the gates. One and all, they wear black tabards with a white skull picked out upon them. You readily recognize this as the mark of the priesthood of Kelemvor, god of the dead. A massive statue stands to one side behind them, nearly the same height as the gates and carven to resemble another of the Kelemvorite priests. |
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul will go to one of the near ones, standing to the side of the flow of people. "Greetings, servant of Death. I have a question. Do all who enter here share the fate of those who become the walls?"
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Andorax |
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The priest turns to you. An impossably deep voice intones, slowly, "No, favored one. Some who come hither suffer that fate for their lack of faith. Others are punished in accordance to their blasphemies. The city is not for you. Turn back."
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