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Chapter 8.85

Most mentioned character

123 mentions

Belavierr Donamia

Most mentioned class

43 mentions

[Witch]

Most mentioned skill

2 mentions

[Dangersense]

Most mentioned spell

1 mentions

[Absorb Life]

Most mentioned location

54 mentions

Khelt

Mentions

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Name	Text
Rags	Chieftain Torishi Weatherfur fell through the earth.
Belavierr Donamia	She didn’t know how long. Minutes? How far down? Her voice howled Belavierr’s name. She only knew the tumbling through air, the despair.
Belavierr Donamia	Eleven minutes of free-fall. What should have ground her bones to dust—didn’t. The hole that Belavierr had opened was a portal. Though it took her eleven minutes to fall to wherever the [Witch] had sent her, the Gnoll only fell a shorter distance.
[Witch]	Eleven minutes of free-fall. What should have ground her bones to dust—didn’t. The hole that Belavierr had opened was a portal. Though it took her eleven minutes to fall to wherever the [Witch] had sent her, the Gnoll only fell a shorter distance.
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi’s howl of pain was one of a dozen. Her bodyguards? Torishi dragged herself up, holding her axe one-handed.
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi’s howl of pain was one of a dozen. Her bodyguards? Torishi dragged herself up, holding her axe one-handed.
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi looked around, but the beam of light that had always accompanied her, the Skill—wasn’t working. How far down were they?
Torishi Weatherfur	Where were they? A Gnoll produced a magic torch at last and lit it. The Gnolls gazed around. At first, they looked straight up at that cavernous ceiling. The dirt tomb they were trapped in. Then…the light played, flickering down the walls of stone. The faded, dirty letters. Torishi’s heart fluttered.
Torishi Weatherfur	Eleven minutes below the Great Plains…just as the legends said. Torishi’s lips moved.
Torishi Weatherfur	She gazed at the shattered face of a statue. A broken throne, meant to greet visitors. Then Torishi realized where Belavierr had sent her.
Belavierr Donamia	She gazed at the shattered face of a statue. A broken throne, meant to greet visitors. Then Torishi realized where Belavierr had sent her.
Torishi Weatherfur	Someone laughed in the darkness. A growling, hysterical laugh of triumph. It came from a figure as the Gnoll bearing the torch moved. Torishi’s fur stood on end.
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi heard…sounds. She looked around and knew.
Nokha	“Nokha.”
Mrsha	Mrsha’s nightmare was giggling. Again—again and again she lived. She was immortal! But that was not what made the Raskghar laugh and howl. It was their prey. Eight Gnolls. And…Torishi sniffed the air. Slowly, she exhaled as a Gnoll moaned.
Torishi Weatherfur	Mrsha’s nightmare was giggling. Again—again and again she lived. She was immortal! But that was not what made the Raskghar laugh and howl. It was their prey. Eight Gnolls. And…Torishi sniffed the air. Slowly, she exhaled as a Gnoll moaned.
Torishi Weatherfur	The torch flickered. Torishi felt a dread creeping over her. She looked upwards.
Belavierr Donamia	No light. No way back. Was the Stitch Witch here? Was she laughing and watching? Surely…
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi spoke.
Torishi Weatherfur	In the silence, deep underground—Torishi Weatherfur met her end. First one Gnoll vanished, the torch falling as she struck, howling. Then silence. The Raskghar leapt and tackled another Gnoll. Torishi brought her axe down—she cleaved one head in two and then lost her grip as she buried the axe in a second arm. She looked around and saw three Gnolls.
Torishi Weatherfur	In the silence, deep underground—Torishi Weatherfur met her end. First one Gnoll vanished, the torch falling as she struck, howling. Then silence. The Raskghar leapt and tackled another Gnoll. Torishi brought her axe down—she cleaved one head in two and then lost her grip as she buried the axe in a second arm. She looked around and saw three Gnolls.
Torishi Weatherfur	She drew her dagger and howled. The Raskghar of this old place watched as the newcomers struck again. Then one Gnoll, turning to Torishi. Reaching out as she howled.
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi stood in the darkness. Someone doused the torch. Slyly. With a cunning beyond the others. She stood there, one arm burning with pain.
Nokha	“Come, Nokha. I know your name.”
Torishi Weatherfur	Torishi’s head turned in the pitch black silence. One little monster who had stalked Mrsha across a continent. Who had escaped even down here. She waited, as, around her, that Raskghar stalked, the others waiting.