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"Dang it!" Eldrid said, at first convinced he had been stung by some creature or other. Only mildly relieved when he saw the splinter, he thought of how unsound this place seemed, and how he'd probabaly catch the deadly cramps from such a splinter. But, as he bent down to remove the thing, a stabbing pain reminded him of the cut and broken nose he had sustained in the fighting earlier, and he decided that as far as the cramps went, chances were they were coming no matter what.

Trying not to step on too much junk, Eldrid made his way over to the sleeping are, seeing if he could find soemthing that would tell him more of the woman and her history. It wouldn't make much difference, maybe, but her life on this island was still a mystery to him.

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The room was bare, most of what had been in the room had disintegrated. An old lamp, dried up by room lay on a shelf along with a couple of books. There were no windows to this room, and in was rather cramped. When Eldrid brushed past the bed lightly the legs collapse under it and it became a musty, half eaten matress sitting atop a pile of dust. The books appeared to be raunchy novels, though they were written for men not women. Other than that there was nothing left in the small cramped room.

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When the bed collapsed, Eldrid held his breath to avoid breathing in all the dust that flew up. He pulled his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth, as he backed out of the sleeping area, trying to keep an eye on where he was setting down his feet.

If the crone had been reading those novels all her life, it certainly went along way to explain why she acted the way she did. What a crummy hand to be dealt by Fate.

Not wishing to make more noise or ruin any more stuff, Eldrid headed outside. Had that lamp in there had any oil, it might have been useful in those mines up ahead, but as it was, it would most likely not help much. With some luck, maybe there was something to see by over at the mouth of the mines.

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The mouth of the cave had a kind of mud lining at the edge where the soil became rock, and in that mud lining were four pairs of footprints, two leaving the cave and the same two going back in. The tracks that were on the cave's floor ran in as far as Eldrid could see in the relative gloom, and although there was not much to see he thought he could hear something from the cave, muffled sounds and perhaps singing as well.

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Eldrid stared at the footprints for sometime, but couldn't get his head around what they meant. Clearly they meant someone had been walking here, but... recently? Did the natives know of this cave? Was it somehow connected to the temple? No, it couldn't be; the temple was quite a long way away; tunnels going from here to there... that would take some serious work.

Well, there were rails... meant a serious piece of work right there. But what of that singiing? Was it the elf? Eldrid did his best to try and identify the voice if he could, but the echoing of those caves wasn't making it easy.

Maybe it was the monk's footprints; had he come this way? Eldrid wondered what had happened to the guy, especially now, when he remembered that the monk had been the one carrying all the flint. Flint would have come in handy for lighting one of those torches he made earlier.

And walking into those tunnels blind, didn't seem like a good idea. He could always follow the rails, but what if it came to some gap in there; some old and rotted bridge over a chasm, or the like. Dying eventually was a thought he had consoled himself with, but walking into a pitch black cave on an island full of cannibals was just crazy.

He couldn't help himself from walking a little bit further down the cave mouth, however; if that song wasn't the elf, it intrigued him to find out who it was. And if it WAS the elf... how come it was coming from down there...?

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As Eldrid kept to the rails he found that his path got slightly steeper but thankfully kept at a nicer slope than the other tunnels he'd been in on this island. As he grew closer he thought he could hear the muffled sounds of a struggle, not too far away but far enough away to be indistinct and perhaps something else. The singing however, that was undisputable, the tones cut through the muffled sounds of whatever it was and came to his ears almost as clear as when it had left Quarion's mouth, it was the elf's singing alright.

Things were going good until Eldrid noticed the gleam of the rails which were illuminated by the dome outside suddenly stopped. Upon closer inspection it appear that they ran straight into a dead end, how inconveiniant.

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What was this; some kind of trick to lure him in here? Eldrid spun around to look behind him to make sure no one were there. Of course, in this darkness, it wasn't easy to tell.

Then he remembered how the natives had been able to close up the mountain; clearly they had done so here, too...

...although he could hear the elf so clearly, which meant that there had to be at least a crack in that wall. Eldrid began to feel around on the wall infront of him, hoping to find some gap in the stone, through which teh song was coming.

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Feeling for a crack was a good plan, of course Eldrid hadn't factored in that his hand might go through the wall that was in front of him, and, as a matter of fact, that's the precise thing that did happen. His hands fell through, seeming to find the rock that faced him to have no more substance than the air he breathed. Had he not known that the wall was there he would have been oblivious to the whole affair, the only unusual feeling was a slight chill as his hands went through the rock.

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A sneer escaped Eldrid's lips; witchery was a coward's trick. But what was worse, was knowing that from now on, he could hardly trust his senses at all; what if the floor ahead of him was a mere glamour, and there was really a pit down into the belly of the turtle? What if those walls around him were fake, and held dozens of warriors ready to attack him, once he passed them? And worse still; what if he happened upon some creature so unlikely that it could only be an illusion...only it wasn't?!

With every hour, he hated these savages more, and regretted again that he had not disposed of them all when he had come upon their sleeping quarters.

At least the vanishing wall went some way to explain why he could hear the elf, but not see it; clearly the other survivors where somewhere nearby. Now he was forced to reconsider teh layout of the this island, because they had definitely headed for the temple before.

Getting down on all four, Eldrid felt his way along the floor, hoping to find some source of light soon... but still not ready to trust the ground beneath his feet just yet.

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Down on all fours Eldrid would have been a strange sight to any who was watching him, but thankfully no one was, or at least no one that he could see. A few moments after he started his crawl the singing stopped, and then a couple of moments after that so did the sound of struggling. The floor underneath Eldrid's hands was relatively smooth, it seemed that whoever had put the rails down had also done some work to the ground. As he moved along he could hear voices, and then that cackling! The old crone! Up ahead he could see a faint flicker of light.

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It was tempting to call out, but Eldrid wanted to make sure he knew what the situation up ahead was; he still didn't trust the crone, and there was clearly some ruckus or other going on. Driven on by appearance of a lightsource, he hugged the wall, and moved slowly and queitly along.

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Eldrid managed to reach a spot where he could see the others but not be seen himself. They were all there, a couple of dead natives lying nearby. However, this was not the sight which would shock Eldrid the most, that title was reserved for the image of himself and Scurvy together in a large double bed, the probability of them wearing clothes quite low and a boiled egg with soldiers on the dresser beside the bed.

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What in the Seven Hells was this?! The disturbing sight was confusing alone in it self, but what would be the purpose of showing such a thing, other than... as some obscene diversion? Still, it seemed that there was no fighting at present, and perhaps, if he showed himself, the illusion of him would disappear. He hoped so; there was something vastly disturbing seeing himself on that bed, with a look on his face which. told he was ready for any old thing... He waited to try and hear wjat the others were talking about, and saw the scene change, thankfully. Still, he was pretty upset with the image he had seen. On the other hand, the less said about it, the better.

"Temple's practically on the other side fo the island," he said, after having gotten up from all fours and stepped from the shadows rather dramatically; "you folks are lost."

Edited by Ghost, 12 November 2008 - 09:39 PM.

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To the main thread! (Isn't it amazing how you just managed to meet up? )

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That's nothing short of unbelievable! See you in the main thingy!