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"Well we don't have any of our stuff. I think we will have to make a few trips back and forth before we get whatever we need. Why do you think you know a way out? I could feel a breeze every now and again, while we were inside the little pit, do you ever feel that here?" Yngvar said, shivering out of his wet shirt.

Allow the chapel but say that it will be the only one of said religious sect and that it must pay tax when currency is instituted.

Jake looks over Andy's hands and toes. The ring finger and index are snapped out of place on his left and his toes don't looks so bad. "Are any of your toes broken?" Jake asks "I don't know. My foot hurts like hell." "It looks like they were bent upward and you hyperextended your toes. Give it a few days that'll be fine. In the mean time I need to treat your fingers.

"Jesus you are tired." Yngvar says. "Remember we had to empty our packs to make them fit. Andy do you have a sleeping bag set up? Let Vinyl catch a few. As for me I think I would like to give this slug soup a try. Hot food sounds like something I wouldn't mind killing for right about now." Yngvar says as he get's a stand alone rock and moves it over near the tent setup to sit.

GM. GM. Does whatever a GM can, spins a story any size, take a look just like lies. Look out! It's the GM!

Looking forward to it.

"Someone important indeed. this argonian is the one reason that you don't toil from dusk till dawn under the crack of Dren and Hlaalu whips. You should kiss the ground he walks on. Which reminds me..." Uria paces off to the small shrine of Mephala erected at her insistent behest and begins to pray. Small bits can be overheard. "Divine prince, your web has become a complex but magnificent tapestry... Your will is clear and the revenge of the dunmer will be one of ferocity and swiftness... Adagger will be plunged into the heart of every altmer noble, of every province, of every country, of every continent on Nirn... The Morag Tong will no longer fell small trees in quiet clearings but whole forests will fall in your name..." Beyond that most of it was just mumbling and gibberish. At one point she pricked her finger dripping a few drops in front of the figurine. An meager offering of sacrifice but a sacrifice none the less.

(Ah.)

Uria rises slowly, caught in astonishment for a moment before breaking from her trance. "What are you all standing around for!? This is the Nerevar! What do you wish of us, usurper of the ash vampires? Our humble- clean that up! Bring more chairs over here!- home is yours."