[@Dark Cloud] There is a long pause, followed by hurried whispering. The crystals glimmer and glow. You can still hear the sound of the Monkeys splashing around in the cavern you left behind. As you wait, you become dimly aware that the sand here is covered in footprints. Some of them are small, while one set of webbed prints seems bigger then the others. It heads back West, the way you came.

"INDEED, MORTALSH" came the voice. "BRING FORTHSTH FOOD AND YOU SSHAN'T BE EATED!" it declared, but quietly.

[@Duthguy] You heave heroicly on the leg. It is far more of a physical exertion then you were expecting, and you begin to feel a bit winded. That doesn't stop you from giving it another good hoist. It doesn't budge. Perhaps it's your technique? If you moved your foot or braced yourself.. there had to be some way to -

A low growl interrupts your thoughts. You are not sure how long you had been standing atop the carcass, but from where the group of deer emerged you can now see a mangy wreck of fur and teeth. The wolf pads forwards from the bushes, snarling.

[@rocketrobie2] Carl ordained to scuff the dirt. Upon the release of his burden he stood there for a long moment. Slowly, perplexed by this new development, the tiny mule turned in a circle. Then backtracked a step. Then hopped forward.

That was more then enough riveting excitement for one day. He stands still again, watching the sky languidly. Much contemplation is had.

After what feels like a short ice age and the rise and fall of the dinosaurs, Carl dissapears around the back of the cart. There is some rustling, followed by the sudden sharp twang of cracking wood, and the cart inches forward.

Carl returns and stands by your side. His muzzle is suspiciously covered in straw. He holds a wand in between his teeth. He gives you a side glance, ever patient. 

Carl is marginly less perturbed.

[@POOHEAD189] You head deeper into the Barrowlands, and are hit by the warm, stagnant air of this place. The breeze dies down until you are left with only your thoughts and these tombs. 

As you approach the doors, you detect a strong aura of magical energy. The door before you, up close, depicts an ornately wreathed, crowned skull surrounded by small pentagrams. As you heave on the handle, you notice a phrase looping around the top of the door in ancient, flowing script. [b]Your study of languages enables you to recognise the language of the Black Tongue. It is the language of Necromancers and the Underworld. The carefully embossed lettering proclaims, "Life in Death"[/b].