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 When the combat ends all that remains of the Elemental is a pile of steaming mud, its lifeblood merging quickly with the damp earth. Somehow you know the creature is not dead but it has withdrawn to heal deep wounds and that is good enough for you. To your surprise your weapon cut easily into the body of the warped and twisted earth spirit. Unarmed and too slow to match your quick feint and thrust attacks it fell, collapsing into the smoking mass that now covers a large part of the floor.
Moving back to the door you return to your search for a way out, feeling the edges of the door's metalwork for any possible secret lock. With keen fingers and a knowledge of locks you find what you are looking for at the base of the door. A light touch on the small metal catch and the door lifts cleanly and quickly into the wall above. Stepping over the threshold you find yourself back in the Great Hall.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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