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Shade of Carn Dûm
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From his hiding place in the canopy, Nephil could see two of the small, thick creatures inspect where they had been only moments before.
Leaning in closer for a better view of the dwarves, the like of which he had never seen before, he heard snatches of their whispered conversation as they walked away. They know we're here, thought Nephil. Interesting. No catch has ever known of thier peril. Before its too late, of course. Nephil did not know where the other two had gone, only that there had been an uneasy truce as all three had seperatly picked up the tracks and scent of the dwarves. After he had realized that Maulka and Bestialan were on the trail as well, Nephil had taken the intiative and stolen the traveler's provisions and map. He had feasted well on thier strange food, and laughed quietly at thier map, which was incredibly wrong. The dwarves were now so weak that a simple wild-dog attack (which Nephil sespected had something to do with Bestialan or Maulka) had brought them down. The dog's flesh will bring them sustainance. If you are to strike, then do it soon. Nephil thought, eyes narrowing. |
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