Horek shakes his head as Duras voices his orders. "It is good you bring order to this group, Duras of Rao. But I think we'd best make camp right here. I do not know whether we have truly invoked the magical curse the old men told us about, but I have no wish to test fate. Perhaps we must first pass the barrier there, or maybe we simply needed to walk beyond the cave entrance as we have already done."

The barbarian moves away from the cavern wall, his face etched in pain for a moment until he controls the involuntary reaction. "I shall help separate the equipment as you ask, but I think we should not leave this cave for any reason. Besides, with at least two of our group stationed at the entrance of the cave throughout the night, this could be an easily defensible location. The only downfall is that there can be no retreat..." Horek glances uneasily at the invisible wall further down the corridor before moving toward the bodies of the dead.


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Horek Varshot
Deep bronze skin and the red body paint that decorates the face of this large man combine to mark him as one of true Flannish origin. The plainsman carries a sturdy longbow and a huge sword is strapped tightly to his back. Studded leather armor peeks out from beneath a cloak made from the hide of a large black bear and a necklace decorated with huge claws completes the picture of this fearsome barbarian. The scowl upon his face along with hard, piercing eyes warn you that disturbing this quiet man might be considered foolhardy unless there is good reason.