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Initial upload. PRC8 has been added. Module compiles, PRC's default AI & treasure scripts have been integrated. Started work on top hak for SLA / Ability / Scripting modifications.
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82 lines
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"0": "Brighteyes paused where the break in the trees allowed a view of the next mountain. She tried to catch her breath while she waited for Sealgair and Erdian to catch up.\n \"Ach, but I'm too old fer this,\" complained Sealgair as he leaned against a tree. Brighteyes cocked her head and grinned at him, acknowledging the lie. Certainly she was in no shape for this -- she was a city thief. No amount of running across rooftops was preparation for weeks on end clambering over mountains. The last time she had come this way, it had been in the opposite direction, and she had been a good deal younger. Sealgair's complaining was in sympathy for the elf. \n Erdian, however, was a cheerful now as he had been when they set out. Despite her feelings for the mage, Brighteyes was on the verge of throttling him the next time he told a joke and laughed merrily. As he caught up, she saw that he was juggling pinecones, and she started speaking before he could start up an act.\n \"See that mountain over there?\" The question was rhetorical. The mountain loomed in view, perhaps a day's travel, and it looked formidable. The tallest mountain in the area, its top third was rocky and barren.\n \"We'll be able to sight the beastie's lair from the top of that, will we?\" Sealgair asked hopefully. Although he wasn't as tired as he pretended to be, Brighteyes thought that he was probably bored. \"No,\" she replied, almost enjoying the fallen look on his face. \"That mountain *is* the beast's lair.\" She laughed as the grin spread across his face.\n Erdian's grin widened. \"I could just float us all over there right now!\" he offered enthusiastically. Brighteyes shook her head. \"Save it for the dragon.\"\n She didn't quite trust him to cast magic on her now. She had woken up the night before their departure to see Erdian standing by her bed, trying to find her in the dark room. He was holding a vial of something in his hand, which triggered a memory. She had leapt from the bed and landed behind him, a wicked dagger in each hand. \"What do you think you're doing?\" she'd asked -- a chance to explain that she would not have given anyone else. He had tried to explain that he thought that the mission was too dangerous for her. She had \"explained\" to him that nothing short of deific intervention was going to stop her. She then cursed at him for a while in dragon, which he hadn't seemed to hold against her, but she wasn't taking any chances now. If he thought she still needed protection, he very well might fly himself and Sealgair over to the damn thing's den, leaving her to catch up on foot. She was a wood elf - without the others, she wouldn't have to stick to the trails, and could travel much faster. However, she knew the power of her friends, and there was no way that she would get there before they killed it. And she desperately wanted it to know *who* had arranged its downfall.\n Of course, there was nothing stopping Erdian from ignoring her denial and flying them over anyway, but he merely shrugged and continued juggling. Brighteyes watched him while she finished catching her breath with some appreciation. Erdian was probably the best juggler she'd ever seen, herself included (although she'd never admit that to him), and even a simple three-ball circle like the one he was doing now had a certain amount of flair and grace to it that no amateur and few professionals could achieve. That she had it only made her appreciate it the more in him. Finally, she turned and started back down the trail.\n"
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