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The small elf huddles within the protective aura of Attrah's shield. Shivering from the cold rain that had too late sunk into his robes,
Krazixs tries to rub some warmth into his numb appendages.
". . .well I was travelling through the forest on personal business when I came upon a large body of fog, I made a hole through it by heating the air and saw some sort of structure ahead of me. . ."
Krazixs listen's partially to the conversation going on when something strikes him as odd.
"Do you think you could inform us of any news from the surronding countryside?"
The small elf looks at the bald man infront of him with one eyebrow raised.
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
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