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Merreltrach and its History of Doomy McJunk
Outline <3
I. Exposition- Introdution to the Merreltrach village and its people. Doing this in a sort of mid-festival arrangement. Festival of the coming autumn, and the harvest, and the celebration of the ascension of a member of the minor clan in Merreltrach, the ..... Decide what clan this is, doofus. Focus on happy bouncy yay he ascended let's unveil the traditions feelings. Then we see Marugeth. Ten. Not ascended yet. Father condescendingly scowling at him, disappointed. Guardian Ferrenath giving consoling glances but not saying a word. Marugeth wanders off to his tree. He loves his tree. It's in autumn shades, much like his hair, and just overall gorgeous. His tree has a word with him. Or at least, a solid moment of contemplation.
II. Intro Tiga- Sitting under his wondiferous tree, the human apprentice to Saira, Tiga, comes to Marugeth. He's wandered off after a pretty golden bird that got away from him a whole week ago. He's tattered up from being in the wild for a week, sniffling that he finally lost sight of the bird, but inquisitive that it led him to this shiny young mage sitting under this shiny young tree. The two talk, introduce each other, and eventually Marugeth wanders back home with Tiga, elated at the prospects of training magically with Saira, the Teacher of Humans in the arts of magic. To a mage, teaching a HUMAN magic when teaching a MAGE magic was hard enough was a great and wonderful feat.
III. Intro Saira- Tiga takes Marugeth to North Village, where the great Saira lives. Marugeth isn't afraid of his father finding out or worrying, because he's sure that Saira's teaching will help him ascend, and that will please his father more than his obedience. Marugeth is told Saira will only have one apprentice at a time, and with a daring and tearful bravado, Marugeth DEMANDS that Saira teach him and swears upon his honor and his life that he'll be an unobtrusive student. Saira, impressed and empathic to the cause, agrees, and Tiga and Marugeth squeal at each other as they start studies together. But not before Tiga gets a major scolding for running off for a week.
IV. Study!- A lot of Magical studying. Marugeth finds a fondness for fire element, which baffles Saira as he's Lighthawk, and Lighthawk clansmen strictly reject fire element as a whole on the spiritual level. The embodied chaos that fire entails is counter to the harmonious and sanctified manner on which Amalanthi operates his clansmen. Saira wonders if possibly Marugeth is some sort of wild exception, and renews his hope in him based on the idea that maybe his name is an indication to the clan's future. (Marugeth literally meaning "Our Great Hope" in Amphrell. ) Finally, Marugeth manages a summon spell. Yes. A griffon. Rarest of summons, hardest of mounts to break. Marugeth summons it by accident, names it Gengenti, and it becomes his inseparable mount and friend. Marugeth age 12 now.
V. Growth- Marugeth is getting sharper with magic, and now has a decent healing spell, though it tends to have unwanted side effects, like full physical narcolepsy for an hour following the spell. He's managed another rare summon, Malisento, the small water-elemental dragon once thought to have died or something, as it no longer answered summons of any sort. Saira is now fully aware that Marugeth is special, and ascended or not, he's a powerful young man in the making. He's fourteen now, and his fire spells are magnificent. Anything close to the typical Lighthawk spell is incredibly difficult for him, however. Saira half wonders if the Lighthawk procreated with a demon to create him.
VI. Crisis- Gengenti comes to Marugeth one morning without being summoned. He's incensed. Something is terribly wrong. Before Marugeth can even get his pants on all the way he's been scooped up and taken airborne to the south. They land at Merreltrach Village, and a sulky Gengenti suddenly stops his rage to wail for a bit. Confused, and beating himself up for nearly forgetting his home, Marugeth hurries to the village- or... what's left of it. Corpses are scattered everywhere. Buildings are rended, some dripping with foul black acid. Not a single living thing is to be found anywhere. Dead clansmen line the avenues. People are dead. This is an outline. Stop being so into it. At any rate. Marugeth finds his father, clutching a necklace tightly. He's barely still alive, and blind. Marugeth speaks to him, and his father tearfully apologizes for things and gives him the necklace. Tis his relic. Marugeth WOULD spend this touching last moment with his father, but instead he's attacked by a feral Ferrenath, whose face is marked with a red line from cheek to cheek, over the nose. He drives Ferrenath away finally, but when he returns to his father, he's dead. Angst moment.
VII. Manhunt- Marugeth, enraged, hurt, and deeply regretting not having told his father he left, tries to find a bit of closure by beginning a manhunt for the person responsible for the massacre of the Merreltrach Mages. Tiga, who meets with him at Merreltrach's ruins just after his father had died, swears to accompany him and exact his own brand of vengeance on those responsible. They first follow Ferrenath's trail, which leads east to the barren wastelands that divide the forested western area where humans reside from the eastern coast. A few miles into a steep canyon they're met by a particularly nasty little nasty- antlions. After hours of fighting an unwarranted burst of God knows what brings a new summon to Marugeth, the Lion of Fire, Adagamtha. Adagamtha tears antlion a proverbial new one. However, Ferrenath returns. He leads them on a chase back into the woods, where they lose his trail completely. It occurs to them he did it on purpose to keep them from the Wastelands, but it's sorta too late. They're deep in the woods and Ferrenath is gone. It's the dead of night. Gengenti is tired and they're going to have to hold off on the pursuit into the wastelands until morning.
VIII. Separation- It's not even dawn before Marugeth and Tiga are awakened by a clamor of spiny legs as the antlions they THOUGHT had been obliterated are ravaging the campsite, marked the same way Ferrenath is marked. Hm, mental note. Marugeth summons Malisento, who... flees. Outright runs away. Baffled, Marugeth takes his spells into it while Tiga hangs back for plan formulation, as is their battle strategy. These buggers, however, just will not DIE. They barely flinch. Marugeth is tired from the day and not well rested, so he isn't exactly holding up well. Finally, as Tiga's reloading his bow and preparing an enchantment in a tree, the atlion manages to snap its sharp, venomous crablike claw around Marugeth's midsection and fling him into a far-off tree. Tiga freaks. Naturally. Foolishly, he leaps into the action, and the antlion backhands him skyward. No longer sensing either being alive, the antlion just sort of retreats, bored. Marugeth, of course, tenacious as he is, is alive and conscious, and had seen Tiga thrown through the air. This will make one fear the worst. However, he's weak and bleeding, so he just lays there and allows the short time to pass before he's even vaguely safe to sit up and bind himself. It's not even an hour before he can walk away, though painfully and using his sword as a crutch. Meanwhile Tiga is off unconscious in the undergrowth, and when he comes to he's a bit battered but mostly alright, but more concerned with Marugeth, whom he fears dead. He hobbles to the campsite and the place where Marugeth fell, but finds no body or trail. He's obtuse from head trauma, so he misses the trail of Marugeth's blood leading off down the path, and instead wanders the other direction in a blurry haze. Tiga winds up in South Village, and Marugeth somehow makes it to a smaller settlement near the forest's edge. Recuperation before they make their next move. Here we lose track of Tiga for a while.
IX. D'hhhh.... I don't know what goes here D:
?. Reunion-
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asdfasdf Brainstorming. ~~~ Inn. Recuperating. Meets....someone? Not sure. OH! The dude! The inkeeper dude that says something about him being wise for a kid. Plot point there. Marugar heads east. Cliff village, major fight with local nasty puts him in waterfall, rescued by Mali, taken elsewhere, locals think he's dead. Heads toward the western city. Something along the way. Maybe Sigima? Arrival at West city. Elapse one year by this point. Mar is 15 and a half by now. His furvor for the quest has died a little, but he's still on the trail, Sigima having been a reminder and a new lead. okay. At West city he meets someone else. Or something. Who? Gad no idea. No idea at all. Uh... man.... who?! who whowho!? uhy. ...... Hmmmm........ whoever it is, he winds up galavanting about the western coast because of them. Elapse one year. 16. Marugeth is now living the vagabond life on the western coast while Tiga is wandering about in a daze. Trying to bide his time by taking odd jobs and all. Elapse another three years. They're now 19. uh.... Ferrenath returns, and Marugeth manages to break his enchantment. Yay reunionion. Ferrenath divulges secrets about the raid. New leads include the actual mention of Martennat. Squeeilovethisbadguy. Ferrenath and Marugeth stay coastbound for a while, hoping to sharpen each other before finally heading back to the west in the spring when they'll have their advantage. Meanwhile Tiga is in that small settlement where Marugeth wandered, and meets with the innkeeper that cared for him, named Hhemih. He laments for his friend, being so near where he supposedly died, and Hhemih laughs, chortles, smiles and says "Ghee, Marugeth?! He dragged his arse in here half dead a few years ago HAAHAA-fart- and he's fine, man, he's fine. Finer than fine." Tiga freaks out. Mad dash about the country leads him finally to Cliff Village. Locals give him sad tidings of his apparent death, Tiga not ready to give up follows the river west. Sort of feeling bleak in his hope to find him, he just sort of meanders at the mouth of the river, following the coast. Man, it took him far. AAAND NOW I can fill in an actual outline point. GO ME!
?. The Siren- Tired, bereaved, and losing all hope that his brother-in-arms may still be alive, Tiga is trudging along the western coastline, which is a raggedy combination of beach and coastal cliffs. He's half wanting to throw himself into the rocks with exhaustion and defeat, but rather than give up completely, he buckles down and keeps it up. He's a few tens of miles up the coast when he hears a familiar voice; though not entirely familiar, it does ring a bell. It's a bit deeper than he should expect, but he recognizes it and the song it's singing. He follows it along the craggy coastal cliff to its source- a brightly colored young man perched precariously on a column of rock that had been eroded from the cliff. Lord knows how he got there, but there he is- the brother he had been searching for. Marugeth turns instinctually, and after a few moments of disbelief at seeing each other, Marugeth rushes from the column, tossing strange sheets of light under his feet to use as a bridge over the gap. Tackling ensues.
?. Pursuit- Now that they're together, Ferrenath, Tiga, and Marugeth combine their collective leads and decide that a forray into the east is the ideal plan. A bit of study before the final day of summer is done, and after a brief ritual insisted upon by Marugeth, they set out. However, and yes this happens a lot, they're encountered by Sigima, who's waving wands around and rattling bones together at a few well-recognized soldiers. They're guards from Merreltrach, ones Marugeth knew personally. He had seen them slain after the raid. Signals click; someone is using necromancy. After chasing Sigima northward and losing her and her lackeys somehow, the three of them are at the freshly snowed-upon forests of the farthest northern reaches. Loving it, Ferrenath and Tiga sort of bask in it, wanting to camp for a while. Marugeth is fusking cold. He wants to keep moving. In a pensive sort of daze Marugeth wanders off into the woods, mind drifting through why he's still searching and what the point of finding Martennat is.
?. The Spaz- While meandering through the snowy forest, Marugeth stumbles upon a very inquisitive, very spaztic little guy. Enter Fe. He's enthralled with Marugeth's sparkly nature and came out of hiding just to comment on it and scurry about like a squirrel on crack. Fe tells Marugeth of his kind, the extinct Amfeketalai clan. Fe follows Marugeth back to the camp, where Tiga is tweaking royally wondering where Marugeth got to and only kept from going batty by Ferrenath. Introduction of Fe to Ferrenath, and some hilarity ensues. Fe is now Ferrenath's prosthetic leg attachment. Ice to ice, and all. Time to set out, and Fe insists because he's the only one of them that can properly use a bow. Tiga jealous at this, of course, being an archer to some degree.
?. The Wastelands- Arrival at the border of the wastelands beyond which lie unknown perils has them a bit unnerved, and Fe is outright jittery. The place is dead, completely dead, and even the Mages' magic is weak here. There's little energy to draw off of, so there's little energy to be used. Gengenti won't press forward, but for some ungodly reason, Mali will. He's not happy with the lack of water, but he's leading the charge without a word. The rest of the party is struggling to keep up, as Mali for some reason or another is in a huge rush. Finally they see why. On the horizon, as the valley levels out, there's a bit of a dark line- Fe's sharp eyes catch a horde. Huge horde. Beyond that he can see a tower. The horde is pretty much stationary, and the tower is well, a tower. They're guessing this is an answer of sorts. Mali stops here, and insists they go no further until dawn. Being as it's dusk, they're hesitant to agree, but do. Tense night of wondering what they're going up against, sleeping in shifts.
?. The Corridor- At dawn Mali reappears, leading the trio to a narrow gully that follows down a gorge blar. gorge path down cave corridor door only open at buttcrack of dawn. path into necromancer's keep. THERE POINT TAKEN GOOD GRIEF. I'll make that prettier in the novel. I mean it. Door is a shifting thing, like a monster, that trades places at dawn and dusk. Dusk it's too hard to see, and dawn you can easily shimmy right through, as the dark forces there are blinded. Make this a pretty, pretty door. With dragons. Undead dragon and a living dragon? yeaaah.
Stuck again.
More as it comes.
Outline <3
I. Exposition- Introdution to the Merreltrach village and its people. Doing this in a sort of mid-festival arrangement. Festival of the coming autumn, and the harvest, and the celebration of the ascension of a member of the minor clan in Merreltrach, the ..... Decide what clan this is, doofus. Focus on happy bouncy yay he ascended let's unveil the traditions feelings. Then we see Marugeth. Ten. Not ascended yet. Father condescendingly scowling at him, disappointed. Guardian Ferrenath giving consoling glances but not saying a word. Marugeth wanders off to his tree. He loves his tree. It's in autumn shades, much like his hair, and just overall gorgeous. His tree has a word with him. Or at least, a solid moment of contemplation.
II. Intro Tiga- Sitting under his wondiferous tree, the human apprentice to Saira, Tiga, comes to Marugeth. He's wandered off after a pretty golden bird that got away from him a whole week ago. He's tattered up from being in the wild for a week, sniffling that he finally lost sight of the bird, but inquisitive that it led him to this shiny young mage sitting under this shiny young tree. The two talk, introduce each other, and eventually Marugeth wanders back home with Tiga, elated at the prospects of training magically with Saira, the Teacher of Humans in the arts of magic. To a mage, teaching a HUMAN magic when teaching a MAGE magic was hard enough was a great and wonderful feat.
III. Intro Saira- Tiga takes Marugeth to North Village, where the great Saira lives. Marugeth isn't afraid of his father finding out or worrying, because he's sure that Saira's teaching will help him ascend, and that will please his father more than his obedience. Marugeth is told Saira will only have one apprentice at a time, and with a daring and tearful bravado, Marugeth DEMANDS that Saira teach him and swears upon his honor and his life that he'll be an unobtrusive student. Saira, impressed and empathic to the cause, agrees, and Tiga and Marugeth squeal at each other as they start studies together. But not before Tiga gets a major scolding for running off for a week.
IV. Study!- A lot of Magical studying. Marugeth finds a fondness for fire element, which baffles Saira as he's Lighthawk, and Lighthawk clansmen strictly reject fire element as a whole on the spiritual level. The embodied chaos that fire entails is counter to the harmonious and sanctified manner on which Amalanthi operates his clansmen. Saira wonders if possibly Marugeth is some sort of wild exception, and renews his hope in him based on the idea that maybe his name is an indication to the clan's future. (Marugeth literally meaning "Our Great Hope" in Amphrell. ) Finally, Marugeth manages a summon spell. Yes. A griffon. Rarest of summons, hardest of mounts to break. Marugeth summons it by accident, names it Gengenti, and it becomes his inseparable mount and friend. Marugeth age 12 now.
V. Growth- Marugeth is getting sharper with magic, and now has a decent healing spell, though it tends to have unwanted side effects, like full physical narcolepsy for an hour following the spell. He's managed another rare summon, Malisento, the small water-elemental dragon once thought to have died or something, as it no longer answered summons of any sort. Saira is now fully aware that Marugeth is special, and ascended or not, he's a powerful young man in the making. He's fourteen now, and his fire spells are magnificent. Anything close to the typical Lighthawk spell is incredibly difficult for him, however. Saira half wonders if the Lighthawk procreated with a demon to create him.
VI. Crisis- Gengenti comes to Marugeth one morning without being summoned. He's incensed. Something is terribly wrong. Before Marugeth can even get his pants on all the way he's been scooped up and taken airborne to the south. They land at Merreltrach Village, and a sulky Gengenti suddenly stops his rage to wail for a bit. Confused, and beating himself up for nearly forgetting his home, Marugeth hurries to the village- or... what's left of it. Corpses are scattered everywhere. Buildings are rended, some dripping with foul black acid. Not a single living thing is to be found anywhere. Dead clansmen line the avenues. People are dead. This is an outline. Stop being so into it. At any rate. Marugeth finds his father, clutching a necklace tightly. He's barely still alive, and blind. Marugeth speaks to him, and his father tearfully apologizes for things and gives him the necklace. Tis his relic. Marugeth WOULD spend this touching last moment with his father, but instead he's attacked by a feral Ferrenath, whose face is marked with a red line from cheek to cheek, over the nose. He drives Ferrenath away finally, but when he returns to his father, he's dead. Angst moment.
VII. Manhunt- Marugeth, enraged, hurt, and deeply regretting not having told his father he left, tries to find a bit of closure by beginning a manhunt for the person responsible for the massacre of the Merreltrach Mages. Tiga, who meets with him at Merreltrach's ruins just after his father had died, swears to accompany him and exact his own brand of vengeance on those responsible. They first follow Ferrenath's trail, which leads east to the barren wastelands that divide the forested western area where humans reside from the eastern coast. A few miles into a steep canyon they're met by a particularly nasty little nasty- antlions. After hours of fighting an unwarranted burst of God knows what brings a new summon to Marugeth, the Lion of Fire, Adagamtha. Adagamtha tears antlion a proverbial new one. However, Ferrenath returns. He leads them on a chase back into the woods, where they lose his trail completely. It occurs to them he did it on purpose to keep them from the Wastelands, but it's sorta too late. They're deep in the woods and Ferrenath is gone. It's the dead of night. Gengenti is tired and they're going to have to hold off on the pursuit into the wastelands until morning.
VIII. Separation- It's not even dawn before Marugeth and Tiga are awakened by a clamor of spiny legs as the antlions they THOUGHT had been obliterated are ravaging the campsite, marked the same way Ferrenath is marked. Hm, mental note. Marugeth summons Malisento, who... flees. Outright runs away. Baffled, Marugeth takes his spells into it while Tiga hangs back for plan formulation, as is their battle strategy. These buggers, however, just will not DIE. They barely flinch. Marugeth is tired from the day and not well rested, so he isn't exactly holding up well. Finally, as Tiga's reloading his bow and preparing an enchantment in a tree, the atlion manages to snap its sharp, venomous crablike claw around Marugeth's midsection and fling him into a far-off tree. Tiga freaks. Naturally. Foolishly, he leaps into the action, and the antlion backhands him skyward. No longer sensing either being alive, the antlion just sort of retreats, bored. Marugeth, of course, tenacious as he is, is alive and conscious, and had seen Tiga thrown through the air. This will make one fear the worst. However, he's weak and bleeding, so he just lays there and allows the short time to pass before he's even vaguely safe to sit up and bind himself. It's not even an hour before he can walk away, though painfully and using his sword as a crutch. Meanwhile Tiga is off unconscious in the undergrowth, and when he comes to he's a bit battered but mostly alright, but more concerned with Marugeth, whom he fears dead. He hobbles to the campsite and the place where Marugeth fell, but finds no body or trail. He's obtuse from head trauma, so he misses the trail of Marugeth's blood leading off down the path, and instead wanders the other direction in a blurry haze. Tiga winds up in South Village, and Marugeth somehow makes it to a smaller settlement near the forest's edge. Recuperation before they make their next move. Here we lose track of Tiga for a while.
IX. D'hhhh.... I don't know what goes here D:
?. Reunion-
...........
asdfasdf Brainstorming. ~~~ Inn. Recuperating. Meets....someone? Not sure. OH! The dude! The inkeeper dude that says something about him being wise for a kid. Plot point there. Marugar heads east. Cliff village, major fight with local nasty puts him in waterfall, rescued by Mali, taken elsewhere, locals think he's dead. Heads toward the western city. Something along the way. Maybe Sigima? Arrival at West city. Elapse one year by this point. Mar is 15 and a half by now. His furvor for the quest has died a little, but he's still on the trail, Sigima having been a reminder and a new lead. okay. At West city he meets someone else. Or something. Who? Gad no idea. No idea at all. Uh... man.... who?! who whowho!? uhy. ...... Hmmmm........ whoever it is, he winds up galavanting about the western coast because of them. Elapse one year. 16. Marugeth is now living the vagabond life on the western coast while Tiga is wandering about in a daze. Trying to bide his time by taking odd jobs and all. Elapse another three years. They're now 19. uh.... Ferrenath returns, and Marugeth manages to break his enchantment. Yay reunionion. Ferrenath divulges secrets about the raid. New leads include the actual mention of Martennat. Squeeilovethisbadguy. Ferrenath and Marugeth stay coastbound for a while, hoping to sharpen each other before finally heading back to the west in the spring when they'll have their advantage. Meanwhile Tiga is in that small settlement where Marugeth wandered, and meets with the innkeeper that cared for him, named Hhemih. He laments for his friend, being so near where he supposedly died, and Hhemih laughs, chortles, smiles and says "Ghee, Marugeth?! He dragged his arse in here half dead a few years ago HAAHAA-fart- and he's fine, man, he's fine. Finer than fine." Tiga freaks out. Mad dash about the country leads him finally to Cliff Village. Locals give him sad tidings of his apparent death, Tiga not ready to give up follows the river west. Sort of feeling bleak in his hope to find him, he just sort of meanders at the mouth of the river, following the coast. Man, it took him far. AAAND NOW I can fill in an actual outline point. GO ME!
?. The Siren- Tired, bereaved, and losing all hope that his brother-in-arms may still be alive, Tiga is trudging along the western coastline, which is a raggedy combination of beach and coastal cliffs. He's half wanting to throw himself into the rocks with exhaustion and defeat, but rather than give up completely, he buckles down and keeps it up. He's a few tens of miles up the coast when he hears a familiar voice; though not entirely familiar, it does ring a bell. It's a bit deeper than he should expect, but he recognizes it and the song it's singing. He follows it along the craggy coastal cliff to its source- a brightly colored young man perched precariously on a column of rock that had been eroded from the cliff. Lord knows how he got there, but there he is- the brother he had been searching for. Marugeth turns instinctually, and after a few moments of disbelief at seeing each other, Marugeth rushes from the column, tossing strange sheets of light under his feet to use as a bridge over the gap. Tackling ensues.
?. Pursuit- Now that they're together, Ferrenath, Tiga, and Marugeth combine their collective leads and decide that a forray into the east is the ideal plan. A bit of study before the final day of summer is done, and after a brief ritual insisted upon by Marugeth, they set out. However, and yes this happens a lot, they're encountered by Sigima, who's waving wands around and rattling bones together at a few well-recognized soldiers. They're guards from Merreltrach, ones Marugeth knew personally. He had seen them slain after the raid. Signals click; someone is using necromancy. After chasing Sigima northward and losing her and her lackeys somehow, the three of them are at the freshly snowed-upon forests of the farthest northern reaches. Loving it, Ferrenath and Tiga sort of bask in it, wanting to camp for a while. Marugeth is fusking cold. He wants to keep moving. In a pensive sort of daze Marugeth wanders off into the woods, mind drifting through why he's still searching and what the point of finding Martennat is.
?. The Spaz- While meandering through the snowy forest, Marugeth stumbles upon a very inquisitive, very spaztic little guy. Enter Fe. He's enthralled with Marugeth's sparkly nature and came out of hiding just to comment on it and scurry about like a squirrel on crack. Fe tells Marugeth of his kind, the extinct Amfeketalai clan. Fe follows Marugeth back to the camp, where Tiga is tweaking royally wondering where Marugeth got to and only kept from going batty by Ferrenath. Introduction of Fe to Ferrenath, and some hilarity ensues. Fe is now Ferrenath's prosthetic leg attachment. Ice to ice, and all. Time to set out, and Fe insists because he's the only one of them that can properly use a bow. Tiga jealous at this, of course, being an archer to some degree.
?. The Wastelands- Arrival at the border of the wastelands beyond which lie unknown perils has them a bit unnerved, and Fe is outright jittery. The place is dead, completely dead, and even the Mages' magic is weak here. There's little energy to draw off of, so there's little energy to be used. Gengenti won't press forward, but for some ungodly reason, Mali will. He's not happy with the lack of water, but he's leading the charge without a word. The rest of the party is struggling to keep up, as Mali for some reason or another is in a huge rush. Finally they see why. On the horizon, as the valley levels out, there's a bit of a dark line- Fe's sharp eyes catch a horde. Huge horde. Beyond that he can see a tower. The horde is pretty much stationary, and the tower is well, a tower. They're guessing this is an answer of sorts. Mali stops here, and insists they go no further until dawn. Being as it's dusk, they're hesitant to agree, but do. Tense night of wondering what they're going up against, sleeping in shifts.
?. The Corridor- At dawn Mali reappears, leading the trio to a narrow gully that follows down a gorge blar. gorge path down cave corridor door only open at buttcrack of dawn. path into necromancer's keep. THERE POINT TAKEN GOOD GRIEF. I'll make that prettier in the novel. I mean it. Door is a shifting thing, like a monster, that trades places at dawn and dusk. Dusk it's too hard to see, and dawn you can easily shimmy right through, as the dark forces there are blinded. Make this a pretty, pretty door. With dragons. Undead dragon and a living dragon? yeaaah.
Stuck again.
More as it comes.
