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by waysoftheearth » Thu Oct 13, 2011 10:00 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
It turns out that the hauling of pales full o' water is hard labour, and it seems to go on and on and on. In fact, it does. After ten minutes of haulin' the fire appears to be getting out of control!
The shouting and tempo increases to a back splitting pitch, and the whole of the team is enveloped in choking smoke. After another ten minutes of this the fire-fighters seem to be making headway, and within ten minutes more, they have the fire under control.
A cheer goes up from the grimy, char-smudged fire-fighters, and Josiane, Mads, Percy and Dorgan all take a well deserved break. They are all royally knackered.
The four sit aside in the smokey alley and observe the aftermath for a moment as they catch their breath.
The front part of Grumolg's warehouse is completely burned away, and the side wall and roof around where the pavilion once stood is a gutted wreckage. The neighbouring warehouses suffered only slight burn damage, and the entire area seems half flooded.
Scores of grimy citizens are likewise standing around gawking.
What now?
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Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
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