You hum to yourself.
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A fur-clad Dwarven guard bellows, "The Dragon Priests are attacking Raven's Point! Seal the gear gate, and prepare for attack!"
>go gate
The maze of interlocking cogs and sprockets set into the face of the massive gear gate grind to a stuttering halt as it slides to a fully open position with a creaking THUD.
A fur-clad Dwarven guard bellows, "The gear gate is open, second guard take up a defensive position and stand ready!"
>
A fur-clad Dwarven guard bellows, "Raven's Point is under siege by the Dragon Priests! The gear gate is sealed, and no one may pass until the threat has been driven from within the walls of the outpost!"
>
The translucent sphere around [your friend] suddenly pops like a soap bubble.
>go gate
A fur-clad Dwarven guard bellows, "Raven's Point is under siege by the Dragon Priests! The gear gate is sealed, and no one may pass until the threat has been driven from within the walls of the outpost!"
>scratch [myself]
You scratch your head.
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[Your friend] asks, "Interesting, feel like defending?"
>wie sword
You slip a heavy steel bastard sword set with a lustrous dragon's blood amber pommel out of your nightsilk back harness.
>'Yes.
You say, "Yes."
[Your friend] slings an Elven forester's bow off from over her shoulder.
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[Your friend] loads her forester's bow with a midnight black arrow.
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[Your friend] laughs at you!
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A fur-clad Dwarven guard bellows, "Pass now, or be left to the mercy of the Dragon Priests!"
>yell Yeah... we tried.
You belt out, "Yeah... we tried."
>snort
You snort, loudly.
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The point is that the gate was open and we were unable to enter.
Fuquois
