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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 481124" data-attributes="member: 2323"><p>Kirnoth had made his way invisibly across the treacherous temple floor. Many of the pews had been smashed to flinders and two of the flaming braziers had been overturned, spilling their hot coals onto the stone floor. The elf dodged falling rock and jumped over the broken bodies who hadn't managed to avoid the same. The cultists and guards who had survived - perhaps half of the original number - were frantically pushing and shoving one another in an effort to crowd through the double doors leading to the vestibule and the stairs up and out of the complex.</p><p></p><p>The Ring of Invisibility that they'd taken off of Andamacles' corpse was faulty, the mage knew. Finian had repeatedly warned him that its glamor would fail should Kirnoth be struck or touched by someone while he was invisible. It seemed unlikely that he'd be able to follow the crowd out through the doors without being jostled and having his magic disrupted. Becoming visible - holding the cataleptic infant - amidst the very group from whom he'd stolen the child appealed to him not at all.</p><p></p><p>There were two doors in the wall opposite the temple archway that they hadn't yet explored. Perhaps they led to safety.</p><p></p><p>"THIS IS NOT THE VESSEL," Kirnoth heard the inhumanly loud voice growl and he glanced back at the dais. Elgoth stood over the altar looking at his hands. He seemed to be surrounded by some sort of distortion that made the air nearby waver as if with forge heat. Ruze and the old man Finian had said was named Rherram were crouched over Ledare's body. Rherram seemed to be trying ineffectually to drag the Janissary's armored body. Draelond stood nearby, his bastard sword hanging loosely in one hand. Behind them all, Finian was getting shakily to his feet.</p><p></p><p>"<span style="font-size: 12px">THIS IS NOT THE VESSEL!!!</span> " the voice bellowed again and Kirnoth darted quickly through the leftmost door. The room beyond was plain, disorganized and filthy. Ten dirty cots lined the walls. Each cot had a small trunk at its foot. The walls were painted fecal brown, and the floor was tiled with dull-yellow stone. There were no other exits.</p><p></p><p>A huge crack appeared in the ceiling of the room and began raining dust. An ominous grating sound as stone ground against stone seemed to come from every direction. It was maddeningly loud and it rumbled in Kirnoth's guts.</p><p></p><p>The elf quickly ducked back out of the room and went to the other door. That room was no exit either. It smelled thickly of sweat and was in complete disarray. Six unmade cots sat in a haphazard row against the far wall. Each had a small trunk at its foot. A communal sleeping area heaped with clothing, weapons, and personal items filled the left side of the room. A round table covered with tankards, tools, and three half-assembled suits of chainmail stood to the right.</p><p></p><p>More debris fell to Kirnoth's right and the elf staggered against the door frame, choking on clouds of raised dust. He didn't need to be a dwarf to know that this place wasn't going to stay together much longer. The pounding of racing feet reached his ears and he turned in time to see Draelond dash out through the double doors hot on the fleeing cultists' heels.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 481124, member: 2323"] Kirnoth had made his way invisibly across the treacherous temple floor. Many of the pews had been smashed to flinders and two of the flaming braziers had been overturned, spilling their hot coals onto the stone floor. The elf dodged falling rock and jumped over the broken bodies who hadn't managed to avoid the same. The cultists and guards who had survived - perhaps half of the original number - were frantically pushing and shoving one another in an effort to crowd through the double doors leading to the vestibule and the stairs up and out of the complex. The Ring of Invisibility that they'd taken off of Andamacles' corpse was faulty, the mage knew. Finian had repeatedly warned him that its glamor would fail should Kirnoth be struck or touched by someone while he was invisible. It seemed unlikely that he'd be able to follow the crowd out through the doors without being jostled and having his magic disrupted. Becoming visible - holding the cataleptic infant - amidst the very group from whom he'd stolen the child appealed to him not at all. There were two doors in the wall opposite the temple archway that they hadn't yet explored. Perhaps they led to safety. "THIS IS NOT THE VESSEL," Kirnoth heard the inhumanly loud voice growl and he glanced back at the dais. Elgoth stood over the altar looking at his hands. He seemed to be surrounded by some sort of distortion that made the air nearby waver as if with forge heat. Ruze and the old man Finian had said was named Rherram were crouched over Ledare's body. Rherram seemed to be trying ineffectually to drag the Janissary's armored body. Draelond stood nearby, his bastard sword hanging loosely in one hand. Behind them all, Finian was getting shakily to his feet. "[SIZE=3]THIS IS NOT THE VESSEL!!![/SIZE] " the voice bellowed again and Kirnoth darted quickly through the leftmost door. The room beyond was plain, disorganized and filthy. Ten dirty cots lined the walls. Each cot had a small trunk at its foot. The walls were painted fecal brown, and the floor was tiled with dull-yellow stone. There were no other exits. A huge crack appeared in the ceiling of the room and began raining dust. An ominous grating sound as stone ground against stone seemed to come from every direction. It was maddeningly loud and it rumbled in Kirnoth's guts. The elf quickly ducked back out of the room and went to the other door. That room was no exit either. It smelled thickly of sweat and was in complete disarray. Six unmade cots sat in a haphazard row against the far wall. Each had a small trunk at its foot. A communal sleeping area heaped with clothing, weapons, and personal items filled the left side of the room. A round table covered with tankards, tools, and three half-assembled suits of chainmail stood to the right. More debris fell to Kirnoth's right and the elf staggered against the door frame, choking on clouds of raised dust. He didn't need to be a dwarf to know that this place wasn't going to stay together much longer. The pounding of racing feet reached his ears and he turned in time to see Draelond dash out through the double doors hot on the fleeing cultists' heels. [/QUOTE]
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