One more through the picture...
As Xyrhanna, Unit and Marissa spoke, and Oloben checked out the path ahead, the flickering, crackling sound of the portal flared loud once more. Eyes whipping about, the group watched helplessly as the tarring Horgold was caught up in the magics of the portal and sucked through. As expected by this point, another creature was disgorged from the bulging picture, emerging into the room with a stumble.
The room that Erron found himself standing contained a floating picture much alike the strange one in the swamp, with the notable distinction that this picture rather than showing the insides of a dungeon, showed the swamp scene he had just left, complete with the none-to-distant, crumbling castle.
The cobblestone room you are in is lit brightly by a sunrod that lays upon the ground where Horgold had stood moments before, and contains a door to the east and west. The room tapers from over thirty feet wide at the north end, to a ten foot wide hallway to the south, which turns sharply to the east after but a short span.
An elf stands just through the western doorway, which stands open and reveals a hallway that turns to the north after ten feet or so. That elf wears the dark leather and forest greens, and his hair hangs in innumerous thin braids, a number of which have strange items tied into the very tips, a bead, a feather, a stud of metal, a claw, a tooth. These braids clink together lightly as the elf moves, but at the moment, he stands silent and unmoving, mouth set in a grim line, and arms raised to hold a great bow that stands almost a full six feet in length, an arrow knocked and pointed in Erron's direction.
Actions all?
Tim.
The room that Erron found himself standing contained a floating picture much alike the strange one in the swamp, with the notable distinction that this picture rather than showing the insides of a dungeon, showed the swamp scene he had just left, complete with the none-to-distant, crumbling castle.
The cobblestone room you are in is lit brightly by a sunrod that lays upon the ground where Horgold had stood moments before, and contains a door to the east and west. The room tapers from over thirty feet wide at the north end, to a ten foot wide hallway to the south, which turns sharply to the east after but a short span.
An elf stands just through the western doorway, which stands open and reveals a hallway that turns to the north after ten feet or so. That elf wears the dark leather and forest greens, and his hair hangs in innumerous thin braids, a number of which have strange items tied into the very tips, a bead, a feather, a stud of metal, a claw, a tooth. These braids clink together lightly as the elf moves, but at the moment, he stands silent and unmoving, mouth set in a grim line, and arms raised to hold a great bow that stands almost a full six feet in length, an arrow knocked and pointed in Erron's direction.
Actions all?
Tim.




