7 - 030: An Army of the Dark

[K Man]

Londo and Graak - The lead cult figure steps aside and raises a finger slowly, pointing towards the interior of the cave you stand before. Like the parting of water around fire, the remainder of the figures also step aside, allowing you to enter the volcano unhindered.

From the depths of the cave beyond, the smell of sulfur is almost overwhelming, beginning to force a small tear from the corners of your eyes.

You look into those stony depths, wondering just what's in store...
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Drop'Gar and Elxethan - [Going to get supplies as well while out? No problem. We'll just advance to when you return Drop'Gar.]

Satara does little when she stirs from her slumber. She moves slightly against the restraints, tries to talk a bit - but realises that all efforts on that front are futile. She waits patiently, fingers itching to move but held tight until the aged bard returns.

She waits patiently, a wry smile spread across her bound lips...
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[Wizard]

(That was 100 gp, BTW. I'll drop it from my character sheet.)

[Japic]

{Sure I was shopping, thats no prob. I looked like some traveler... not at all like me.}

{Did the voice distortion to sound like Kurzen work..?}

[Toptomcat]

Graak tears off a bit of cloth from whatever's available and ties it around his mouth, using it as a filter to keep from getting poisoned by the fumes.
He forges onwards...

[BluSpecs]

Londo follows closely