The Take(!!!) and Downtime Thread for 3/1 Game
The Take(!!!) and Downtime Thread for 3/1 Game Baiba and Marjanna scale the great black walls, sending down the rope behind them. Climbing the surging Breath of the Simoom to the rope, the rest of the party mounts the walls, turning once to gaze at the Doomed City, the name of which you each heard spoken once in your mind--let it never cross your lips! The view of the palace in the distance is stunning, inviting, perhaps mocking, you, with its rose brass domes piled one atop another, and marble terraces, with fluted columns, and tiny hammocks swinging in the sweet breeze next to lush plants, pots sparkling with a king's ransom of jewels. One half of your soul knows this is the last glimpse you will ever have of the Palace of the Painted Caliph, and tarries for a moment, entranced and melancholy, but the other half is filled with mirth and a new found determination, thinking, "We have won this round. We will see you again old adversary; perhaps next time we will take the palace
