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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">I SAID WHICH WAY DO I TURN<br/>
I FORGET EVERYTHING I LEARNED</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">As much as she wanted to be impressed,</span></span></span> the drow knew full well that she herself could have taken down a group of orcs of the same size, <i>especially</i> in the same area that Sil was holed up in.  Her location was strategically sound for funneling foes one at a time towards her, and with blades like those, they would all be sliced to pieces if they got within range.  Range being anywhere that the samurai could leap to in the blink of an eye, which was close to the entire cavern containing the Oerthblood.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Mmn.  Thanks for the tip,"</span> she replied, nodding towards the ogre as he led his party away.  She had the briefest of thoughts to kill the lot of them, but a quick blink and shake of the head revealed such a thought to be one that didn't belong to her, but rather one of the many voices that managed to slip between the veil of the abyss into her mind.  Most of the time it was gibberish, easy to ignore, but sometimes the messages felt like her own darkness whispering to her.  She knew better, however.<br/>
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Pressing on, Sbatarra eventually came to the mine, choosing to remain on horseback the whole way, since there were no outside patrols she would have to worry about.  Dismounting, she tied the reins to something sturdy, then rolled her shoulders, calling upon her Entropic Warding invocation and Fell Flight invocation as well, covering herself with an dripping, inky shield, as well as shifting the cloak at her waist into two phantasmal black wings, which remained folded up for now.  She didn't enter the mine invisibly as she had before, this time knowing that it would do her little good.  In fact, as she walked down the paths of the abandoned mine, she had to pause several times to ask herself just what she intended to do here.  Killing Sil was the only option, and yet, it felt like such a crime to do so.<br/>
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Conflicted, Sbatarra eventually came to the cavern of Oerthblood, eyes shining with a glowing amber hue, as her darkvision began to fade.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"What did they pay you?"</span> she asked, having come to the edge of the wall, where the narrow tunnel met the wider room.  She leaned against the wall casually, one hand resting on the Falchion at her hip, and the other fiddling with the ebbing darkness that occasionally flowed around her body, like crawling spiders or a slow, crackling electrical current.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>