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Breathing heavily, Vinoh drops to the floor once again, but this time with a sense of accomplishment, rather than helplessness. The combined magicks had managed to save them both for now, but who knows what else might be thrown at them. Realizing that venturing off from the main group was a bad idea (especially since both times he had done this, he ended up in deep trouble), Vinoh concentrates and tries to contact D'Aleen once again.
His head hurts slightly, due to the incredible mental effort he just displayed, but he manages to send out a faint, almost telegraphic message to the Elf:
*D'Aleen... trouble... both weakened... come to hall... left doors... left door...*
With that, Vinoh's headache increases. He turns to see if his friend is fine.
"Kentelos, you did well, my friend. I've just contacted D'Aleen. Hopefully, they'll be able to come and back us up. In the meantime, I suggest we stay put, near the doors we came through to reach this passage."
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Last edited by Bob Biter; 10-16-2003 at 07:12 PM..
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