<strong>Oona</strong><br/><br/>As the barbarian walked through the squallor-ridden streets of New Dazsu, she felt very out of place. Here she was, growing up in the wild lands believing that all the goblins and orcs of the world were even more primitive and miserable than her own humble little tribe. But here she was, goblins peddling their wares at the market exchanging their goods for little round pieces of metal. No longer could one barter for anything they needed. You had to have money. Little coins of copper or silver, usually with a female goblin's profile etched into it.<br/><br/>Now getting those coins was the hard part. For the most part, the goblins and orcs were kind to her. They seemed accustomed to dealing with tribals, eager to help their more primitive cousins 'civilize' themselves. This courtesy seemed to have been extended to Oona as well, despite her very human heritage. Well, half-human. The problem was that employment wasn't the easiest thing to find even as a<em>goblin.</em><br/><br/>The fact was that there were just so many of them and not enough work to be done. Even the manual labor suited for one of Oona's strength was already mostly the domain of orcs, gnolls, or bugbears. Most of the citizens in New Dazsu were poor and jobless, too. For the first time in her life, she was just one amongst many in this small crowded city, her half-minotaur lineage of little use here.<br/><br/>But Oona was hungry. She'd been hungry ever since she left her tribe, and the Wild Lands were too dangerous and unpredictable to go about living off the land for any longer than what was neccessary.<br/><br/><strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>"Hey, you got up here, right?" Rathael said with a shrug, "I like it, though. Mother by day, adventurer by night? Maybe the other way around... Ha, those propagandists would love it. Bet they could come up with all sorts of stories about you."<br/><br/>The half-celestial smiled and brushed his hair, "I mean, they say all sorts of things about<em>me</em>and my lineage and such. My mother was a celestial killed by some evil wizard so I swore revenge... But really I just couldn't wait to leave, you know?"<br/><br/>"See the world. Meet new people like you." He added cheerfully.<br/><br/><strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Boggra soon fell Ivette's assault, groaning as he too slumped over and fell to the cold dungeon floor unceremoniously. The last remaining troll was undaunted by the sudden torrent of magic slung their way, but was unprepared for the concentrated blast of her scorching ray. The blast seared his flesh and sent the creature stumbling backwards as he burned. Within a matter of moments, he expired.<br/><br/>Meiyuun made herself known, tentatively stepping out with her companion in tow, "So... They're dead... but how are we going to get out of here?"<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>Inside the room was a wizard's study, all very neatly organized... although very dusty as well. In the center of the room, there lay a table with a diary on it. One final entry remained, written in draconic.<br/><br/>'If you are reading this, than my illusion upon this tower has worn off. The runes and the arcane lock should function for a few more centuries, but I am beginning to regret building this tower so high, even if the storm clouds provided all the energy I might have ever needed.'<br/><br/>Since I can no longer protect the secrets of this place, let me at least warn whomever seeks them. The Elders who rest beneath the waves must not be disturbed. They are precious, and my beloved Ongwyn paid the ultimate price for our ignorance, brought down to the ocean floor along with the creature we sought to destroy.'<br/><br/>We thought ourselves the masters of this world, but we were proven wrong.'<br/><br/>Other than books and observatory equipment, Dexter saw little else of interest except for a passageway further downstairs. All the while Dirae seemed dispassionately alert for any sign of trouble. "You don't think anything could still be... alive down here? I mean, it's been centuries. Maybe even thousands of years." She asked, evidently more out of curiosity than fear.<br/>