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<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>[First a general reply, then reply to John H's
Arawn, then more general reply.]</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>Swearing quietly but excessively even for a guard,
Kell wipes the gore and blood off his face, then cleans his hands on the dead
vong. These clothes are ruined, ruined and spoilt. He can't stand
getting coated in gore and blood. "F**** blood everywhere,
$%^@" After a few intense seconds, he calms down and looks around, taking
in the dead vong, tunnels, and everyone's position. Looking up at
Will he quips, "Nice going flyboy," with a big grin on his
face.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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class=792405421-23012012></SPAN></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>He goes to search the dead vong, looking for more
powders. He also catalogs their weapons, laying them all off the side in a
nice pile.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>[ <FONT color=#000000> "I'm not sure
what it is but all my senses are warning my something unpleasant is nearby. I
usually sense this around the forces of the Eldest Serpent so perhaps they are
in league with the Vong. If not, then some other major threat lies perhaps just
ahead." ]</FONT><BR></SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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class=792405421-23012012></SPAN></FONT><FONT color=#800080 size=3
face=Garamond><SPAN class=792405421-23012012></SPAN></FONT><FONT color=#800080
size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN class=792405421-23012012>Replying to Arawn,
"Where? I'll have a look." Using his senses Ha'Kell follows Arawn's
direction to see what he can see.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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class=792405421-23012012></SPAN></FONT> </DIV>
<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>Kell also wants to do a detailed inspection of both
caves, although with likely limited time that won't happen. He'll take as
much time as realistic to search.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>Grabbing Squirt, he gives the cuddly, fuzzy animal a
nuzzle, "Good job buddy." Then Kell gives Squirt another piece of sausage
from the table as a reward.</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr align=left><FONT color=#800080 size=3 face=Garamond><SPAN
class=792405421-23012012>[Scott - feel free to change the order into whatever
fits. I've thrown all these out now knowing which comes
first.]</SPAN></FONT></DIV>
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<FONT size=2 face=Tahoma><B>From:</B> pnpgm-bounces@abroere.xs4all.nl
[mailto:pnpgm-bounces@abroere.xs4all.nl] <B>On Behalf Of </B>John
Haight<BR><B>Sent:</B> Monday, January 23, 2012 2:09 PM<BR><B>To:</B>
pnpgm@abroere.xs4all.nl<BR><B>Subject:</B> Re: [pnpgm] Game Update
#204<BR></FONT><BR></DIV>
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<DIV dir=ltr> "Alright?... Yes," Arawn replied to Lin. He seemed
distracted, his furrowed brow indicating that something was lingering in the
alfar's mind. "Something's here... close by."<BR><BR> His eyes
moved between the opening up ahead and his allies. He then spoke up, enough to
be heard but, hopefully, not echo down the tunnel.<BR><BR> "I'm
not sure what it is but all my senses are warning my something unpleasant is
nearby. I usually sense this around the forces of the Eldest Serpent so
perhaps they are in league with the Vong. If not, then some other major threat
lies perhaps just ahead."<BR><BR><BR><BR> Turning his attention to
the fallen human he added,<BR><BR> "If he can be revived he may be
able to answer some questions. If not then perhaps his spirit may be willing
to share.<BR><BR> Does he have any clues hidden on him or in the
room he came
from?"<BR>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>
While the party decides on the next set of actions Arawn steps back, to a spot
where he doesn't feel the warning sensation.<BR><BR> "I'll need a
moment to recharge myself for what may lie
ahead."<BR></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></BODY></HTML>