Tír Na NÓg

[*Selebius]

"Two then.", she says. "And you tell me the dark while you take me to this place."

She boards the awkward little boat, trying to keep her balance by crouching doen quickly.

"So what is so terrible about it?"

[*Krayt]

((Xar))

It was throng ride and the water came dangerously close to the brim. She had to stand with her feet broadly apart as to avoid the mans leg unterneath her. Sullenly he glared at her from his lower position. while the woman used her stave occational pushing her in the back.

"Hae nane tae fill ye lug wi" He said with a grumpy tone. She reproved him again. "The lass paid us only fair we tell her" She continued as she staved them closer to the hill. "There be a giant o a man livin' wi' em. Arms like logs an a belly thrice as big. The there be the little fellow can stand in ye palm he can. can't tell ye much more o them others, odd an' they be keeping to themselves under tha' hill. Oh an there be the proprietor nice man that even if he herds them barmies."

As they drew close they could heard a grumbeling of earth and rock in upheaval from the opposite side.

[*Selebius]

"A giant of a man.... I see. Thank you."

She takes not of the information imparted, pays, then hops off the coracle, happy to leave this vehicle behind.
Looking around she ascends the mound quickly- just to get away from the filthy water.

[*Midnight]

Emila beckons the newly formed undead to rise before she answers the question.

"He was to over come with emotion. Fear, greed and a great many others. We could not of saved him. His soul will remain anchored to his remains. It is my hope that spending time in a state free of emotion will educate him, and by the time he is set free he will be ready."

She sends the two undead through the breach first then herself leaving the still alive and easily damaged Johrainah and Mashano to follow behind.

[*Mander]

The old Thayan couldn't help but smile at Emila's ruthless disposal of the man. Decisive, befitting her ascendancy over weak mortal flesh. She might have been a formidable red wizard, in another life. Or unlife.His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of shifting rubble as someone nears the top of the mound from the other side. Mashano cocks his head curiously, wondering if it was an associate of the firbolg come to call for a visit. He prepared to send a burst of negative energy surging up the hill after getting a good luck at if it was a threat.

[*Midnight]

Emila tuts in annoyance.

"If I knew you were going to hog all the fun I would not have invited you."

[*Selebius]

She glances at Emila- perhaps a bit amused.

"Perhaps he is tough so we can take turns. If not.... would a coin toss be acceptable?"

[*Midnight]

The dustman nods apparently taking this quite seriously.

"I suppose if he does not do something dull like cooperate."

[*Selebius]

"Yes. Dull."

She seems almost surprised as if this thought never occured to her, furrowing her brow.

"Lets find out... lets go in."

[*Krayt]

And so they met the warlock came over the ridge as they was about to enter the mound. The minions followed their order and entered the gaping opening.