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Marching for hours of days, time was lost, the ever downward slog was like an arid desert, dead ends seemed to part at their touch, tricks of daylight ahead which would be blocked walls of coal. Exhaustion was their only tell tail sign of the passage of time. Tiered, stragglers were left as the party moved on, only for them to disappear if they looked back. | Marching for hours of days, time was lost, the ever downward slog was like an arid desert, dead ends seemed to part at their touch, tricks of daylight ahead which would be blocked walls of coal. Exhaustion was their only tell tail sign of the passage of time. Tiered, stragglers were left as the party moved on, only for them to disappear if they looked back. | ||
They finally reached a great door bound in brass and set in carved stone, Gnatius looked back and only [[Vaelleri|blessed Sister Vaelleri]] and himself remained. But [[Vaelleri|blessed Sister Vaelleri]] did not know of the party they descended with, and only stated that it was their quest alone. The had reached the lair of [[Zhortan of Abkhazala]], the demonologist. Gnatius drew his sword and the sounds of battle echoed all around, shadows dancing in the periphery of his vision. | They finally reached a great door bound in brass and set in carved stone, Gnatius looked back and only [[Vaelleri|blessed Sister Vaelleri]] and himself remained. But [[Vaelleri|blessed Sister Vaelleri]] did not know of the party they descended with, and only stated that it was their quest alone. The had reached the lair of [[Zhortan|Zhortan of Abkhazala]], the demonologist. Gnatius drew his sword and the sounds of battle echoed all around, shadows dancing in the periphery of his vision. | ||
Vallaeri was gone, Gnatius wondered if she had ever been here. Before him stood a dark figure, in robes of deepest crimson. The Abyssal sorcerer Zhortan. | Vallaeri was gone, Gnatius wondered if she had ever been here. Before him stood a dark figure, in robes of deepest crimson. The Abyssal sorcerer Zhortan. | ||
