Tamra grimaced when Charlie hit the man in the nose, but did not try to stop him.  Honor meant little if they did not survive their journey deeper into the wizard's ancient tower.  

[i]When the man's blood touched the eldritch symbol upon the floor, the obsidian portal below the dragon with the pearl eyes began to shimmer, then swirl with a magical mix of energies and colors...[/i]


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[i]Waiting on the other side:

Three rough and mean looking men with weathered skin and colorful, sprawling tatoos are in a roughly rectangular room with natural stone walls, decorated with carvings depicting some sort of evolving dragon.  They are passing the time by throwing dice on the stone floor near the portal, using the sigil carved into the floor as the area of play.  To their right, a closed door.  Beyond, stone steps leading down.    

"Quenn better hurry up and get that thing," complained one, bored already.  

"He'll get it alright," assured another.  

" Long as we ..."  the third broke off as the portal beside them suddenly came to life.  Daggers were in hand in a moment as they sprang to their feet and took up positions:  One on each side of the portal and the third straight ahead.

As the first person came through, the ruffian on the left slashed with his dagger, hoping to catch the 'competition' by complete surprise.  [/i]




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