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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3791906" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Lost and Found</strong></p><p></p><p>The ice tree smirks as the grey shadowy pillar writhes and falls upon the freshly fallen snow. A thunderous grinding sound echoes off the walls of the valley as the gigantic worm makes its way across the snow. The remaining frost giant whips a rock at the hole's opening, missing Menthos but kicking up a cloud of snow and ice. </p><p></p><p>Haimish revives Doopa to consciousness and turns back to the rest of the party, “Doopa and I will get Eeyore back to Kindoras, can you two slow down the frost worm?”</p><p></p><p>Xanthos yells back, “I got this!” </p><p></p><p>Menthos tries to clear his eyes of debris and feels Xanthos shift next to him into something burning hot and disappear into the rock wall behind him. Still partially blinded Menthos yells out for Haimish, “Hold up, I’m coming!”</p><p></p><p>Menthos drops to the floor of the tunnel as Haimish finishes his <em>haste</em> spell. Doopa grabs Eeyore and the group races back towards Kindoras.</p><p></p><p>The worm hurtles itself into the ground around the hole and begins following the group, Xanthos circles back on his tunnel and drives his drill shaped head into the white worm’s skin. Steam immediately escapes from the blistering wound; Xanthos smells not burning worm however, but burnt decaying flesh. Transforming into a pixie Xanthos sees that the expected bleeding of the wound is not occurring; instead he spies the blackened flesh of frostbite.</p><p></p><p>“This isn’t a frost worm at all; it’s an undead purple worm.” Xanthos says aloud</p><p></p><p>Rolling it’s body so the wound is on top as it glides through the earth, the worm lets out a earsplitting trill. The sound pierces Xanthos’ nervous system and the paralyzed pixie drops to the ground behind the worm like discarded trash.</p><p></p><p>“We’re losing it.” Menthos says</p><p></p><p>“Maybe, but worm not lose us.” Doopa states </p><p></p><p>“We’re leading the worm right back to Kindoras!” Haimish exclaimed realizing what Doopa had clarified for Menthos</p><p></p><p>“We’ll kill it there then!” Menthos shouted back</p><p></p><p>“Are you crazy?” Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>“Yes, but that’s hardly common knowledge is it?” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>The part speeds it’s way back to Kindoras, emerging from the ground and finishing the last two miles in a dead sprint. Guards along the ramparts spy the group running for the keep and as the party nears the wall the guards make out, “lower ropes, hurry!”</p><p></p><p>Ropes are thrown over the wall initially until Gorn reaches the wall to investigate. Two ropes are retracted by the time the party reaches the wall. Doopa grabs one of the remaining two ropes and begins to haul himself, with Eeyore slung over his shoulder, up the wall. Haimish and Menthos grab the other rope and begin to scale the wall as well. Once the heroes reach the top and argument ensues between them and Gorn. Realizing they don’t have time for this, Menthos shoves Doopa at the captain and tells the ogre to deal with Gorn. He then grabs Haimish’s arm and drags him away from the war of words.</p><p></p><p>“What?” Haimish inquires</p><p></p><p>“I need you to keep the locals distracted while the worm is dealt with.” Menthos tells the bard</p><p></p><p>“What are you going to do?” Haimish asks</p><p></p><p>“I’m going to go roast some nuts.” Menthos answers and pushes Haimish towards the gate of the keep.</p><p></p><p>Menthos turns and heads to Aleena’s quarters </p><p></p><p>Gorn and Doopa begin shoving each other as the worm erupts from the ground and rises in the evening sky high enough to fill the sky that normally brightens up the northern pass. The two sparring men quickly shove off each other. Gorn shouts out a call to arms as Doopa leaps from the ramparts and into the courtyard below.</p><p></p><p>Menthos kicks Aleena’s door in and announces the keep is under attack, “Where are the pyromancers?” </p><p></p><p>“They’re cowering in their room, something about the prophecy coming to pass.” Aleena answers</p><p></p><p>“Ugh, I don’t have time for this.” Menthos sighs and runs off to the priests’ rooms </p><p></p><p>Menthos finds the five priests huddled around a pool of molten slag starring blankly at it’s surface.</p><p></p><p>“You guys need to get out and man the tower, prove your worth to Kador.” Menthos demands</p><p></p><p>None of the priests even flinch</p><p></p><p>“Hey! Are you guys deaf? Get out there and get your butts in gear before I throw you in front of the rampaging worm myself!” Menthos commands again</p><p></p><p>“Don’t you see it? Even now the pool solidifies, the cold creeps along with same force of a glacier. The only winners in this fight are the steam mephitis.” A pyromancer answers</p><p></p><p>Beyond frustrated, Menthos utters a dark word as if that were the only logical response in this situation. Four of the priests turn their eyes to the now bestial looking teifling.</p><p></p><p>“Get up there and fry that worm or I will personally escort you to the plane of vacuum where you can suck on your own time.” Menthos orders</p><p></p><p>The four priests who turned towards the warlock race out into the courtyard and fly up to their posts atop their pentacle tower in the center of the keep.</p><p></p><p>Haimish grabs the three barbarian skalds he has met in the keep and walks them up to the gate as well, telling them that they have an important duty and the fate of the keep is in their hands. At first skeptical, the skalds are swayed after Haimish promises the story of a lifetime to those who cooperate and survive the task.</p><p></p><p>The bards set about corralling as many of the non-combative residents of the keep as possible to congregate near the keep’s gate, they then break into a vaudeville routine replete with cream pies, and amateur magic tricks. They crowd becomes fascinated with the act and turn their backs on the chaos quickly boiling up behind them. </p><p></p><p>The ground quakes as the massive worm plunges down upon the northern wall, collapsing it and crushing a dozen of the keep’s barbarian guards. Doopa rushes forward and bounces his club off the worm’s hide to seemingly no effect. Disheartened, Doopa shrugs off Eeyore’s helpless body and swings again, this time with two hands, however the result is the same.</p><p></p><p>The pyromancers begin unleashing <em>searing lights </em> and <em>fireballs</em> at Orcus’ tapeworm scorching it’s freeze dried flesh, the many bolts and arrows from the keep’s guards however merely serve to create a trip hazard in the courtyard as none of them succeed on penetrating the worm’s hide. </p><p></p><p>Menthos rushes to the remaining pyromancer and grabbing his wrists, forcibly turns the priest away from the pool, “You have a job to do, get up there and do it!” Menthos shouts shoving the pyromancer across the floor and sending him skidding towards the door. </p><p></p><p>“The sun dims in the icy grip of the one who is created in the presence of light. Your whole existence will come down to a single thought frozen in a place so cold emotions are cultivated to create ice sculptures of pure rage.” The pyromancer responds</p><p></p><p>“You’ve gone mad starring at that thing, now I’m only going to give you to the count of three before I put the fear of drowning in you.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“Go ahead, I’m ready. The more soldiers Kador has the less likely he will be to abandon this cold place in space.” The priest answers</p><p></p><p>Realizing the intimidation wasn’t going anywhere; Menthos turns to leave the room. While passing by the pyromancer, the warlock kicks the priests in the jaw, “Pathetic, I’ve seen matches put up a better fight against the cold than you.”</p><p></p><p>“You mock me now, you do that while you can, for it will be I who is laughing at your frozen face contorted in a spastic conformity to the realization I was right all along.” The pyromancer shouts back</p><p></p><p>“You prophets are all the same, preaching fear and doom until you have every right to be afraid and then use that as an excuse to point out your own righteousness. I don’t live by your rules, nor do I wish to conform to them, I go out there and face my own fear and use it to shape my own destiny, not the one some drunken crazed grimlock saw fit to dictate to a magmin so that thousands of years later you could claim the end was coming as it has been for thousands of years.” Menthos ends his speech by eldritch blasting the pyromancer back towards the pool.</p><p></p><p>“Go look into your future and see Kador using you as seasoning for a soul kabob.” Menthos advises</p><p></p><p>Aleena joins Doopa in wasting their efforts on the undead hide of the worm, Haimish and the skalds move on to the comedy portion of their show. Gorn cuts off the archers from wasting anymore time on the worm and instead has them direct their attentions out to the north in case anything follows the worm into the keep.</p><p></p><p>As Menthos returns to the courtyard, the worm is returned to it’s eternal rest by a <em>fireball</em>. Doopa slumps against the burning carcass, trying to catch his breath. The pyromancers come down from their tower and are congratulated by Aleena and Gorn as saving the keep from certain disaster. Haimish and the skalds go another ten minutes of material before stopping and rejoining their respective groups. </p><p></p><p>Xanthos drifts into the keep several minutes later battered and bruised and looking rundown. The shifter glides down and states the party needs to come up with a better plan and that after he cleans up a bit they need to work that better plan out. Menthos asks Aleena to do a sending to Statinisor for him, specific instructions to be given after Xanthos blows his steam off. Eeyore is dragged off with the injured to be dealt with as needed in a makeshift infirmary.</p><p></p><p>An hour later Xanthos collects each of the party members and starts off the planning session, “We’ve been killing things for far too long to be doing it like a bunch of amateurs. Our reconnaissance is nonexistent; our teamwork is like an iron golem mounted on a giant rust monster.” </p><p></p><p>“What are you saying?” Haimish inquires</p><p></p><p>“Doopa not quit you!” The ogre speaks up</p><p></p><p>“We’re being beaten by better tactics, better planning, and better teamwork. If Hledra is to suffer a humiliating rout that causes that city to implode upon the vacuum of decapitated egos then we’re going to have to do it better than them, and for longer than we have been.” Xanthos explains</p><p></p><p>“Seems to me like the scouting out of the worm was your fault, I would think you would’ve noticed something that big laying around.” Menthos scoffs</p><p></p><p>“The tree summoned it; I could not have anticipated such a maneuver.” Xanthos answers</p><p></p><p>“Summoned it? Who summons an undead purple worm? That’s ridiculous.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“Regardless of the current state of your own reality, I cannot not retro-change the aforementioned encounter to eliminate the presence of a worm of decay.” Xanthos responds</p><p></p><p>“Why we not chop tree down?” Doopa asks</p><p></p><p>“That’s crazy talk; you can’t chop a treant down.” Haimish argues</p><p></p><p>“That’s not crazy talk, this is crazy talk: A Christmas Tree summoned the mile long worm of death. Sounds like the world’s largest bottle of Holiday Tequila.” Menthos responds</p><p></p><p>“If you are finished, I will continue.” Xanthos states</p><p></p><p>“Oh please do, I want to hurry up and get to the part where we decorate the tree and watch the skies for flying pigs and my butt shoots forth a barrel of monkeys for your enjoyment.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“You guys should stop worry about what your enemies plot to do to you, and start making them worry when you’ll attack next.” A recuperated Eeyore suggested</p><p></p><p>“Sound reasoning, but we can’t get near Hledra without bring about the ire of the orc warlord and the ogre mage.” Haimish answers</p><p></p><p>“Start smaller, head back out and deal with the tree now while it’s licking it’s wounds.” Eeyore advises</p><p></p><p>The group ponders this statement as Menthos leaves them to go convene with Aleena, reaching her quarters he has her help him pare down his message so it will all fit and be intelligible at the same time.</p><p></p><p><em>Please send me three more Opals; they’ll come in handy indeed. Clever man to know I would need them. I can send back other gifts.</em> </p><p></p><p>“Here, take this. It’ll clear up your complexion problem. Whatever you said to third pentacle must have been poignant; he’s leaving to return to Highcastle in the morning to face execution for dereliction of duty.” Aleena reports</p><p></p><p>A scream pierces the relative calm of the evening. Menthos and Aleena race out to the courtyard to find the source of the commotion. Most of the keep has gathered around the side of the barracks looking forlorn at the ground. The rest of the party arrives just prior to Aleena and Menthos, they watch as smoky colored words form out of the shadows themselves.</p><p></p><p><strong>I can strike from anywhere</strong></p><p></p><p>The body of a human lies naked and flayed upon the snow, his body burnt a dark dusk color, his hair black and almost insubstantial. Xanthos approaches the body, as he does the words dissipate upon an unseen breeze. Looking down at the body, a pang of recognition glances across Xanthos’ memories and he realizes who he's looking at.</p><p></p><p>“Kessen?” Xanthos says aloud</p><p></p><p>The body laughs tragically, starting off high and loud and trailing off low and soft. Kessen’s eyes are bottom pits that seem to give Xanthos the feeling of falling.</p><p></p><p>“You. Cast <em>speak with the dead</em>.” Xanthos commands Aleena</p><p></p><p>Aleena is startled by the demand from the shifter and looks around at the faces of her charges, wondering if standing up to this insolence would prove beneficial or detrimental to her control of the keep. In the end she decides that allaying the fears of the keep would be more prudent. The high priest begins her casting only to end it frustrated.</p><p></p><p>“His soul no longer exists in the multiverse, it’s been destroyed I cannot contact it.” Aleena explains</p><p></p><p>“What about resurrection?” Xanthos inquires</p><p></p><p>“It would be useless as well, there’s no soul to put back in there. We would wind up with an uncontrollable golem at best or gate in a demon or something from the far realm at worst.” Aleena answers</p><p></p><p>The frustration showed across Xanthos’ face, he needed answers and he kept getting questions and these people here were only aggravating the issue.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3791906, member: 11574"] [b]Lost and Found[/b] The ice tree smirks as the grey shadowy pillar writhes and falls upon the freshly fallen snow. A thunderous grinding sound echoes off the walls of the valley as the gigantic worm makes its way across the snow. The remaining frost giant whips a rock at the hole's opening, missing Menthos but kicking up a cloud of snow and ice. Haimish revives Doopa to consciousness and turns back to the rest of the party, “Doopa and I will get Eeyore back to Kindoras, can you two slow down the frost worm?” Xanthos yells back, “I got this!” Menthos tries to clear his eyes of debris and feels Xanthos shift next to him into something burning hot and disappear into the rock wall behind him. Still partially blinded Menthos yells out for Haimish, “Hold up, I’m coming!” Menthos drops to the floor of the tunnel as Haimish finishes his [I]haste[/I] spell. Doopa grabs Eeyore and the group races back towards Kindoras. The worm hurtles itself into the ground around the hole and begins following the group, Xanthos circles back on his tunnel and drives his drill shaped head into the white worm’s skin. Steam immediately escapes from the blistering wound; Xanthos smells not burning worm however, but burnt decaying flesh. Transforming into a pixie Xanthos sees that the expected bleeding of the wound is not occurring; instead he spies the blackened flesh of frostbite. “This isn’t a frost worm at all; it’s an undead purple worm.” Xanthos says aloud Rolling it’s body so the wound is on top as it glides through the earth, the worm lets out a earsplitting trill. The sound pierces Xanthos’ nervous system and the paralyzed pixie drops to the ground behind the worm like discarded trash. “We’re losing it.” Menthos says “Maybe, but worm not lose us.” Doopa states “We’re leading the worm right back to Kindoras!” Haimish exclaimed realizing what Doopa had clarified for Menthos “We’ll kill it there then!” Menthos shouted back “Are you crazy?” Haimish asks “Yes, but that’s hardly common knowledge is it?” Menthos answers The part speeds it’s way back to Kindoras, emerging from the ground and finishing the last two miles in a dead sprint. Guards along the ramparts spy the group running for the keep and as the party nears the wall the guards make out, “lower ropes, hurry!” Ropes are thrown over the wall initially until Gorn reaches the wall to investigate. Two ropes are retracted by the time the party reaches the wall. Doopa grabs one of the remaining two ropes and begins to haul himself, with Eeyore slung over his shoulder, up the wall. Haimish and Menthos grab the other rope and begin to scale the wall as well. Once the heroes reach the top and argument ensues between them and Gorn. Realizing they don’t have time for this, Menthos shoves Doopa at the captain and tells the ogre to deal with Gorn. He then grabs Haimish’s arm and drags him away from the war of words. “What?” Haimish inquires “I need you to keep the locals distracted while the worm is dealt with.” Menthos tells the bard “What are you going to do?” Haimish asks “I’m going to go roast some nuts.” Menthos answers and pushes Haimish towards the gate of the keep. Menthos turns and heads to Aleena’s quarters Gorn and Doopa begin shoving each other as the worm erupts from the ground and rises in the evening sky high enough to fill the sky that normally brightens up the northern pass. The two sparring men quickly shove off each other. Gorn shouts out a call to arms as Doopa leaps from the ramparts and into the courtyard below. Menthos kicks Aleena’s door in and announces the keep is under attack, “Where are the pyromancers?” “They’re cowering in their room, something about the prophecy coming to pass.” Aleena answers “Ugh, I don’t have time for this.” Menthos sighs and runs off to the priests’ rooms Menthos finds the five priests huddled around a pool of molten slag starring blankly at it’s surface. “You guys need to get out and man the tower, prove your worth to Kador.” Menthos demands None of the priests even flinch “Hey! Are you guys deaf? Get out there and get your butts in gear before I throw you in front of the rampaging worm myself!” Menthos commands again “Don’t you see it? Even now the pool solidifies, the cold creeps along with same force of a glacier. The only winners in this fight are the steam mephitis.” A pyromancer answers Beyond frustrated, Menthos utters a dark word as if that were the only logical response in this situation. Four of the priests turn their eyes to the now bestial looking teifling. “Get up there and fry that worm or I will personally escort you to the plane of vacuum where you can suck on your own time.” Menthos orders The four priests who turned towards the warlock race out into the courtyard and fly up to their posts atop their pentacle tower in the center of the keep. Haimish grabs the three barbarian skalds he has met in the keep and walks them up to the gate as well, telling them that they have an important duty and the fate of the keep is in their hands. At first skeptical, the skalds are swayed after Haimish promises the story of a lifetime to those who cooperate and survive the task. The bards set about corralling as many of the non-combative residents of the keep as possible to congregate near the keep’s gate, they then break into a vaudeville routine replete with cream pies, and amateur magic tricks. They crowd becomes fascinated with the act and turn their backs on the chaos quickly boiling up behind them. The ground quakes as the massive worm plunges down upon the northern wall, collapsing it and crushing a dozen of the keep’s barbarian guards. Doopa rushes forward and bounces his club off the worm’s hide to seemingly no effect. Disheartened, Doopa shrugs off Eeyore’s helpless body and swings again, this time with two hands, however the result is the same. The pyromancers begin unleashing [I]searing lights [/I] and [I]fireballs[/I] at Orcus’ tapeworm scorching it’s freeze dried flesh, the many bolts and arrows from the keep’s guards however merely serve to create a trip hazard in the courtyard as none of them succeed on penetrating the worm’s hide. Menthos rushes to the remaining pyromancer and grabbing his wrists, forcibly turns the priest away from the pool, “You have a job to do, get up there and do it!” Menthos shouts shoving the pyromancer across the floor and sending him skidding towards the door. “The sun dims in the icy grip of the one who is created in the presence of light. Your whole existence will come down to a single thought frozen in a place so cold emotions are cultivated to create ice sculptures of pure rage.” The pyromancer responds “You’ve gone mad starring at that thing, now I’m only going to give you to the count of three before I put the fear of drowning in you.” Menthos replies “Go ahead, I’m ready. The more soldiers Kador has the less likely he will be to abandon this cold place in space.” The priest answers Realizing the intimidation wasn’t going anywhere; Menthos turns to leave the room. While passing by the pyromancer, the warlock kicks the priests in the jaw, “Pathetic, I’ve seen matches put up a better fight against the cold than you.” “You mock me now, you do that while you can, for it will be I who is laughing at your frozen face contorted in a spastic conformity to the realization I was right all along.” The pyromancer shouts back “You prophets are all the same, preaching fear and doom until you have every right to be afraid and then use that as an excuse to point out your own righteousness. I don’t live by your rules, nor do I wish to conform to them, I go out there and face my own fear and use it to shape my own destiny, not the one some drunken crazed grimlock saw fit to dictate to a magmin so that thousands of years later you could claim the end was coming as it has been for thousands of years.” Menthos ends his speech by eldritch blasting the pyromancer back towards the pool. “Go look into your future and see Kador using you as seasoning for a soul kabob.” Menthos advises Aleena joins Doopa in wasting their efforts on the undead hide of the worm, Haimish and the skalds move on to the comedy portion of their show. Gorn cuts off the archers from wasting anymore time on the worm and instead has them direct their attentions out to the north in case anything follows the worm into the keep. As Menthos returns to the courtyard, the worm is returned to it’s eternal rest by a [I]fireball[/I]. Doopa slumps against the burning carcass, trying to catch his breath. The pyromancers come down from their tower and are congratulated by Aleena and Gorn as saving the keep from certain disaster. Haimish and the skalds go another ten minutes of material before stopping and rejoining their respective groups. Xanthos drifts into the keep several minutes later battered and bruised and looking rundown. The shifter glides down and states the party needs to come up with a better plan and that after he cleans up a bit they need to work that better plan out. Menthos asks Aleena to do a sending to Statinisor for him, specific instructions to be given after Xanthos blows his steam off. Eeyore is dragged off with the injured to be dealt with as needed in a makeshift infirmary. An hour later Xanthos collects each of the party members and starts off the planning session, “We’ve been killing things for far too long to be doing it like a bunch of amateurs. Our reconnaissance is nonexistent; our teamwork is like an iron golem mounted on a giant rust monster.” “What are you saying?” Haimish inquires “Doopa not quit you!” The ogre speaks up “We’re being beaten by better tactics, better planning, and better teamwork. If Hledra is to suffer a humiliating rout that causes that city to implode upon the vacuum of decapitated egos then we’re going to have to do it better than them, and for longer than we have been.” Xanthos explains “Seems to me like the scouting out of the worm was your fault, I would think you would’ve noticed something that big laying around.” Menthos scoffs “The tree summoned it; I could not have anticipated such a maneuver.” Xanthos answers “Summoned it? Who summons an undead purple worm? That’s ridiculous.” Menthos replies “Regardless of the current state of your own reality, I cannot not retro-change the aforementioned encounter to eliminate the presence of a worm of decay.” Xanthos responds “Why we not chop tree down?” Doopa asks “That’s crazy talk; you can’t chop a treant down.” Haimish argues “That’s not crazy talk, this is crazy talk: A Christmas Tree summoned the mile long worm of death. Sounds like the world’s largest bottle of Holiday Tequila.” Menthos responds “If you are finished, I will continue.” Xanthos states “Oh please do, I want to hurry up and get to the part where we decorate the tree and watch the skies for flying pigs and my butt shoots forth a barrel of monkeys for your enjoyment.” Menthos replies “You guys should stop worry about what your enemies plot to do to you, and start making them worry when you’ll attack next.” A recuperated Eeyore suggested “Sound reasoning, but we can’t get near Hledra without bring about the ire of the orc warlord and the ogre mage.” Haimish answers “Start smaller, head back out and deal with the tree now while it’s licking it’s wounds.” Eeyore advises The group ponders this statement as Menthos leaves them to go convene with Aleena, reaching her quarters he has her help him pare down his message so it will all fit and be intelligible at the same time. [I]Please send me three more Opals; they’ll come in handy indeed. Clever man to know I would need them. I can send back other gifts.[/I] “Here, take this. It’ll clear up your complexion problem. Whatever you said to third pentacle must have been poignant; he’s leaving to return to Highcastle in the morning to face execution for dereliction of duty.” Aleena reports A scream pierces the relative calm of the evening. Menthos and Aleena race out to the courtyard to find the source of the commotion. Most of the keep has gathered around the side of the barracks looking forlorn at the ground. The rest of the party arrives just prior to Aleena and Menthos, they watch as smoky colored words form out of the shadows themselves. [B]I can strike from anywhere[/B] The body of a human lies naked and flayed upon the snow, his body burnt a dark dusk color, his hair black and almost insubstantial. Xanthos approaches the body, as he does the words dissipate upon an unseen breeze. Looking down at the body, a pang of recognition glances across Xanthos’ memories and he realizes who he's looking at. “Kessen?” Xanthos says aloud The body laughs tragically, starting off high and loud and trailing off low and soft. Kessen’s eyes are bottom pits that seem to give Xanthos the feeling of falling. “You. Cast [I]speak with the dead[/I].” Xanthos commands Aleena Aleena is startled by the demand from the shifter and looks around at the faces of her charges, wondering if standing up to this insolence would prove beneficial or detrimental to her control of the keep. In the end she decides that allaying the fears of the keep would be more prudent. The high priest begins her casting only to end it frustrated. “His soul no longer exists in the multiverse, it’s been destroyed I cannot contact it.” Aleena explains “What about resurrection?” Xanthos inquires “It would be useless as well, there’s no soul to put back in there. We would wind up with an uncontrollable golem at best or gate in a demon or something from the far realm at worst.” Aleena answers The frustration showed across Xanthos’ face, he needed answers and he kept getting questions and these people here were only aggravating the issue. [/QUOTE]
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