Marcus XVI

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Tarquin shrugged his shoulders. "Now we just have the problem of not knowing where the beast is. To trap something you have to know where it is." The tall elf sort of stared to the distance, like he was either deep in thought or lost in memories.

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Well Tarquin would have his walk on any surface like it was solid ground boots so... He could probably check the deeper parts of the cave if someone could appeal to his sense of adventure or heroism or something like that...

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Tarquin turned on his heels and calmly walked out of the cave. While he walked he took the pendant from under his surcoat and mumbled a barely audiable word "Dalninuk." When he stopped just outside the entrance the tall elf again moved his right hand to rest on the pommel of his rapier. "Well, that was unfortunately a bit of a waste of time. A very interesting waste, but a waste still."

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Oh you silly you. ^^

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Tarquin rolled his eyes. "Now that we have averted our orcish friend's death perhaps we should... Oh I don't know... Maybe move to a room that is not a deathtrap and hope the beast does NOT show up right as we are nearly out of the damned place?"

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Tarquin glanced in to the other 'room', even without the light of his ring the tall elf seemed to be able to discern everything like he was walking in broad daylight. "Well I say... This must be one of the sacrificial places for the spirit..."

The age of humans is fairly new

"I am fully aware of that, thank you very much, miss." Martel muttered, more to himself than the rest of the group. He was an honorable man, but prideful as well. He was not going to show it, but admitting that he wasn't the strongest was something that in a way dented his pride. The knights took defensive positions, lifted their shields and readied their weapons. Half were carrying swords, the other half maces.

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Tarquin moved cautiously to examine the mural. "Hmmm... I have heard of this somewhere..." He tilted his head slightly and ran his fingers across the picture. "This could tie to an old story from these parts... If they do the fellow with the spear must be the Wolf-Slayer, Ulfheonar... That thing he's fighting is no wolf... Definitely no wolf... The old stories are hazy at best... If memory serves me correctly one of them says that the hound takes beautiful women as it's brides... Other stories on the other hand say that those slain by it rise as undead..." The tall elf seemed puzzled, like he was missing something from the story. "...I think the oldest stories called the hound a chaos spirit of some kind... So not quite a hellhound, but... I think we could still battle it with holy water."

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Tarquin tilted his head and examined the serpentine swirls and began thinking about all the stories and history he had heard or read. "...Perhaps some of the ancient people who lived here? Doesn't seem dwarf made... Nor is it elven to my eyes. I'd say humans from... oh, roughly... Hmmm..." He touched the rock and scratched the side of his head. "...Perhaps even as far back as... Hmm.. I admit that it is a long time ago... That coming from someone who's lived for nearly 400 years... So... these must be more than... Hmmm... I'd say over a millenia before my time, maybe even three. Perhaps from the time when humans were just starting to use copper in their weapons..." The tall elf paused again to think and shook his head. "I'd actually love to inspect these further..."

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Tarquin followed after Wimena and hummed a catchy song. He examined the entrance for any kind of hints of either craftsmanship or other handiwork. "Hmmm... Let's see..."