Sunday, April 6
Cut Throat's Gold - Part 2a: Landfall
“Bah!” said Beldin, stumping along up to his chest in the muck. “Dwarves could survive in the swamp. They just don’t want to. The elder races knew where to make their homes, right Ilmarė?”
Beldin was answered with silence.
“Ilmarė?”
Everyone turned to look. There was only a small pool of bubbles where Ilmarė had stood moments before.
“Thûdhiis!” snapped Cal.
“What?” asked Dril.
“Quicksand!” shouted Beldin just before he too went under.
“Damn it,” shouted Kham. “Did we lose the elf again?” [MORE]
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