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<blockquote data-quote="DM-Rocco" data-source="post: 2323057" data-attributes="member: 14451"><p><strong>Session 22 Module the Tomb of Horrors</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Minutes turned into hours and faded into the first full night they spent in the Tomb, or actually the entrance. Gren had systematically went through the entire opening entrance, foot by foot, walking on his floating rods of immovability and testing areas for traps by throwing bags of sand tied to a rope on area after area. The Tomb seemed to have traps that defied normal means of detection, so rather than spend hours searching for traps that could not be detected, he had went through the whole of the main corridor and set every trap off, marking each and taking careful notes of the walls and floor and ceiling.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Finished,” came the call from the end of the long passage. A few more seconds and Gren could be seem carefully navigating around each of the pits he had detected.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“What is down there,” queried Stonecracker, as he jumped up and grabbed Lawbringer by the handle and gave it a mighty practice swing?</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“The passage is twenty feet wide and twenty feet high and goes back a distance of 130 feet. The red tiled path leads the length of it and stops at an Evil-appearing devil face set in a mosaic art at the corridor’s end. The mouth of the face is open and pitch black. Also down there is a arch way of mists.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">After much debate, a decision by all was made that sleep would do them good. They decided that waiting until first light would be the best thing. After an uneventful night, other than strange noises and wicked screams with no source, the adventurers gathered up their gear and got ready to move their base camp into the dungeon. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Go back to the Tormentor or through the arch,” quoted Gren from his notes,” this must be the arch and the Devil face must be referring to the Tormentor. ‘and the second great hall you’ll discover,’ this must be the first hall we are in, so there must be another hall as detailed as this.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“’Shun the green if you can, but night’s good color is for those of great valor,’ what do you think that means,” asked Sir Darian?</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well, ’Shun the green if you can, but night’s good color is for those of great valor,’ must mean that the mouth is night’s good color so we should go into the mouth,” said Rupert.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“What about the part that says ‘shun the green,’ the face of the devil is green?”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“What’s to worry, here, see,” said Rupert as he placed his left hand into the mouth of the Tormentor. “See, nothing,” he said as he pulled his hand from the hole.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“By the Gods,” replied Shump as he and the others stared at the hand of Rupert. It wasn’t until Rupert looked at his hand that he understood what the others had been frantic about. Where his hand had once been was now nothing but a stump, it had been completely removed, cleanly from his arm, but he felt nothing, no pain, until he saw the out come of it of course.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Without a true cleric in the party there was nothing they could do to help Rupert, he would have to suffer without a hand until such a time as Delvin regained the favor of Pelor or they could find their way back to a city. For now though, he had to suffer with a bandage on his wrapped stump. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Apparently this is some type of modified sphere of annihilation,” said Gren. “both, Delvin and I agree that it is so.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“What is a Sphere of Annihilation,” asked Shump?</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well,” said Gren, the resident know-it-all, “a sphere of annihilation is an object of great power. Most are about two feet in diameter and are globes of absolute black. The object is actually a hole in the continuity of the multi-verse. Any matter coming into contact with it is instantly sucked into the void, gone and utterly destroyed. As I said, this is a modified sphere, it is bigger and in spite of our best efforts, we cannot control this one. Rupert is actually lucky that he did not get sucked into the void and only lost a hand.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Lucky, you call this lucky,” said Rupert as he held up his stump.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Yes lucky,” shouted Gren, “you were stupid enough to put your hand into it, your lucky it didn’t swallow you whole. Not even Khael, Gods rest his soul, could even bring you back to life, only the direct powers of a god could do that. From now on we need to be more alert, take nothing for granted. If neither Delvin or I can control the sphere, that means that Acererack is controlling it. He has the power to move it or hold it in place, he can control it and he chooses to torment us with this twisted Tomb of his. He could kill us at any moment but chooses to let us live, he must be testing us for some greater design of his or just his sick and twisted entertainment. “</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well,” sulked Rupert, “what should we do now then?”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“I say we leave,” said Oaklin, “it is obvious he is toying with us and it is also obvious that we do not belong here. We can find another way to kill Vecna.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">As in reply to Oaklin’s challenge a sound erupted from the far end of the corridor. They watched helplessly as the far end of the passage sealed itself from all exit. The wall completely closing and then merging with the mosaic of the rest of the hall.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well, that settles that,” said Brakka, as he turned towards the frightful Oaklin, “now we have no choice.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well,” said Gren, “we had better find the end of this nightmare and find it quick. I had been testing this arch and…”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Well, let’s get it on, I’m coming for revenge Acererack… …AARRGGHH!!!” screamed a war cry from the over eager Rupert as he charged into the mist before any one else could stop him. His scream instantly stopped and none heard from him again.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“For crying out loud,” yelled Gren, “are you all daft? Stop charging around this place like it is a beach resort on the Land Locked sea. How many more need to die in order for you guys to get it, this is just a game to Acererack, but for us it is a matter of life and death. I don’t know what happened to Rupert, but we will find out. With luck he is alive somewhere, but I have a feeling it is the last we have heard of him. Does anyone else want to do something foolish, cause I will wait right here while you try!”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">None spoke, they only listened.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">* * *</p><p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Everything was black when he came too. He was in pain. He wondered if you felt pain when you died? He reached for a glow rod from his pack and instantly the small room he was in became clear. He was in a smallish miserable cubicle that appeared to have no means of egress. On one wall there were three iron leavers about a foot long. They appeared to move only in two directions, up and down. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">After having no success in screaming for his friends, he decided that he had no choice but to try a leaver and see what happened. He pulled out his sword and from as far as a distance as he could manage he flipped the first lever up.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Nothing.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">He sighed in relief and tried the others. When nothing happened on flipping them up he tried down. </span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Still nothing.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Then he placed his sword under all three of them and flipped them up. He heard a small click and looked up with baited breathe. Hopefully he had not let loose another trap, this was a miserable place to be in. When he looked up, he saw a small hatch open in the ceiling.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Ha, not so smart, are you Acererack?” he said as he removed his sword from under the levers and attacked the iron bars from above, causing all three levers to be placed in the down position. He tried to scream, but he was too in shock to even put forth the effort. He could only watch in horror as the floor beneath his feet gave way and he fell. As the light source was falling with him, he had a hard time figuring out how far he had fallen. When he impacted it was painful. He crashed into a pile of bones. Heros who long ago tried to master this horrid place and found the same fate as he. He could barely breathe, he could barely move, his injuries where severe and he knew he was dieing. He managed to drink a potion of healing, which recovered some of his life force, but the evil of the place was sucking away his will to live.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">He got up and moved about, trying to find a way out. He found none. He was lucky, he had not broken any bones, and the terrible scraps he had suffered where healing as the potion was taking effect. After realizing he had to leave, he got up and started to climb. The walls were slick, but he was a skilled climber so he moved quickly but cautiously. It took him a while, but he was able to see the end of the road. He climbed for what seemed like hours and now he could see the levers he had pulled and the room he had fallen from.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Noooo,” he screamed as the floor started to close right before his eyes. He had almost been quick enough, almost, but now he was trapped and he could not get out. He tried to find a way to release the trapped floor, but he could not. Minutes ticked away and he regretted not listing to the others. He also now regretted not letting himself die. He had food and water on him, but it would slowly run out and he would starve to death.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The others would not save him, they would never find him. He decided to finish what the Tomb had started and right as his strength gave out, he leapt to his death.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Down he fell, repeating the path he had just taken, but right before the impact he felt an evil presence with in the room, a voice inside cackled and he stopped, not from the impact of the body hitting the floor, but of some force preventing him from taking his own life. At the last moment he was saved from death, only to die a long and slow death of hunger and thirst.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Now he screamed, for it was the only vice left to him.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">* * *</p><p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">After systematically testing of the archway, they had discovered that by going near it, the three stone, one yellow, one blue and one orange, had lit themselves up. After carefully touching each, they had come to the conclusion that by touching them in the following order, yellow, blue and then orange, the mists would disappear. Gren slowly entered the arch and he was gone. Teleported was Delvin’s assessment as she was knowledgeable in such matters.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The rest of the party followed and ended up in the same place, a small ten foot by twenty foot room.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Shump was gaining his bearing when he heard a battle cry.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Lawbringer,” cried Stonecracker as he rushed pass Shump and the others and attacked a large figure in the distance. He could here blow after blow, the sound of metal on stone and then the beast fell over and was no more.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Congratulations dwarf,” sneered Sir Darian, “you have just killed a stone statue.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Taunt all you want master paladin, but I have not survived five years in the dwarves navy just to die to a statue come to life.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Yes, well, it is a possibility,” replied Brakka, “but I hope it was not a clue to get out of here.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Everyone, this way, cried Gren from a small passage off to the side of the room.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">They followed Gren through the tight fitting passage and into a room similar in size to the last great hall they just left.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“This must be the second great hall the riddle spoke off,” said Gren.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">The others could do nothing but agree.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">* * *</p><p></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Kuth’lik traveled the distance between the planes with ease, he was a demon, a powerful demon and he was not bound to the limitations of the mortals in the mutli-verse. He knew where to find his master, he knew well, for long centuries of servitude had given him insight to his master where-abouts.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Kuth’lik saw his master the instant he arrived in this small out of the way quasi plane. He waited for a moment, for a mortal, hours may have passed, but to one such as he, it was the blind of an eye. Time had different meanings to those who where not bound to it. He waited until his master had stopped from his observations to address her.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“I know they have found the tomb,” casually replied Acererack.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“They have breached the second great halls master.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">“Have they now,” he said with a flare of arrogance, well, monitor their progress.”</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Kuth’lik thought to question Acererack, but he knew better. In the past such questions had brought him no end of pain. Someday someone would come along and put Acererack in his place, but many have entered the Tomb and none have survived.</span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 10px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 10px">Well, none have survived in the end, some had survive the Tomb itself, they had survived the test, but none had survived the final test. It would not be until then that he would be free of Acererack, but with the poor quality of choices that these adventures had made, they would not last until he end.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 10px">* * *</p> <p style="text-align: left">On another plane, another watched with interest for he too had a vested interest in the out come of the party. He had come to know peace in the short time he had been here, but now he was troubled with a new burden. For now he could do nothing but watch in dismay.</p><p></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DM-Rocco, post: 2323057, member: 14451"] [b]Session 22 Module the Tomb of Horrors[/b] [size=2]Minutes turned into hours and faded into the first full night they spent in the Tomb, or actually the entrance. Gren had systematically went through the entire opening entrance, foot by foot, walking on his floating rods of immovability and testing areas for traps by throwing bags of sand tied to a rope on area after area. The Tomb seemed to have traps that defied normal means of detection, so rather than spend hours searching for traps that could not be detected, he had went through the whole of the main corridor and set every trap off, marking each and taking careful notes of the walls and floor and ceiling. “Finished,” came the call from the end of the long passage. A few more seconds and Gren could be seem carefully navigating around each of the pits he had detected. “What is down there,” queried Stonecracker, as he jumped up and grabbed Lawbringer by the handle and gave it a mighty practice swing? “The passage is twenty feet wide and twenty feet high and goes back a distance of 130 feet. The red tiled path leads the length of it and stops at an Evil-appearing devil face set in a mosaic art at the corridor’s end. The mouth of the face is open and pitch black. Also down there is a arch way of mists.” After much debate, a decision by all was made that sleep would do them good. They decided that waiting until first light would be the best thing. After an uneventful night, other than strange noises and wicked screams with no source, the adventurers gathered up their gear and got ready to move their base camp into the dungeon. “Go back to the Tormentor or through the arch,” quoted Gren from his notes,” this must be the arch and the Devil face must be referring to the Tormentor. ‘and the second great hall you’ll discover,’ this must be the first hall we are in, so there must be another hall as detailed as this.” “’Shun the green if you can, but night’s good color is for those of great valor,’ what do you think that means,” asked Sir Darian? “Well, ’Shun the green if you can, but night’s good color is for those of great valor,’ must mean that the mouth is night’s good color so we should go into the mouth,” said Rupert. “What about the part that says ‘shun the green,’ the face of the devil is green?” “What’s to worry, here, see,” said Rupert as he placed his left hand into the mouth of the Tormentor. “See, nothing,” he said as he pulled his hand from the hole. “By the Gods,” replied Shump as he and the others stared at the hand of Rupert. It wasn’t until Rupert looked at his hand that he understood what the others had been frantic about. Where his hand had once been was now nothing but a stump, it had been completely removed, cleanly from his arm, but he felt nothing, no pain, until he saw the out come of it of course. Without a true cleric in the party there was nothing they could do to help Rupert, he would have to suffer without a hand until such a time as Delvin regained the favor of Pelor or they could find their way back to a city. For now though, he had to suffer with a bandage on his wrapped stump. “Apparently this is some type of modified sphere of annihilation,” said Gren. “both, Delvin and I agree that it is so.” “What is a Sphere of Annihilation,” asked Shump? “Well,” said Gren, the resident know-it-all, “a sphere of annihilation is an object of great power. Most are about two feet in diameter and are globes of absolute black. The object is actually a hole in the continuity of the multi-verse. Any matter coming into contact with it is instantly sucked into the void, gone and utterly destroyed. As I said, this is a modified sphere, it is bigger and in spite of our best efforts, we cannot control this one. Rupert is actually lucky that he did not get sucked into the void and only lost a hand.” “Lucky, you call this lucky,” said Rupert as he held up his stump. “Yes lucky,” shouted Gren, “you were stupid enough to put your hand into it, your lucky it didn’t swallow you whole. Not even Khael, Gods rest his soul, could even bring you back to life, only the direct powers of a god could do that. From now on we need to be more alert, take nothing for granted. If neither Delvin or I can control the sphere, that means that Acererack is controlling it. He has the power to move it or hold it in place, he can control it and he chooses to torment us with this twisted Tomb of his. He could kill us at any moment but chooses to let us live, he must be testing us for some greater design of his or just his sick and twisted entertainment. “ “Well,” sulked Rupert, “what should we do now then?” “I say we leave,” said Oaklin, “it is obvious he is toying with us and it is also obvious that we do not belong here. We can find another way to kill Vecna.” As in reply to Oaklin’s challenge a sound erupted from the far end of the corridor. They watched helplessly as the far end of the passage sealed itself from all exit. The wall completely closing and then merging with the mosaic of the rest of the hall. “Well, that settles that,” said Brakka, as he turned towards the frightful Oaklin, “now we have no choice.” “Well,” said Gren, “we had better find the end of this nightmare and find it quick. I had been testing this arch and…” “Well, let’s get it on, I’m coming for revenge Acererack… …AARRGGHH!!!” screamed a war cry from the over eager Rupert as he charged into the mist before any one else could stop him. His scream instantly stopped and none heard from him again. “For crying out loud,” yelled Gren, “are you all daft? Stop charging around this place like it is a beach resort on the Land Locked sea. How many more need to die in order for you guys to get it, this is just a game to Acererack, but for us it is a matter of life and death. I don’t know what happened to Rupert, but we will find out. With luck he is alive somewhere, but I have a feeling it is the last we have heard of him. Does anyone else want to do something foolish, cause I will wait right here while you try!” None spoke, they only listened. [center]* * *[/center] Everything was black when he came too. He was in pain. He wondered if you felt pain when you died? He reached for a glow rod from his pack and instantly the small room he was in became clear. He was in a smallish miserable cubicle that appeared to have no means of egress. On one wall there were three iron leavers about a foot long. They appeared to move only in two directions, up and down. After having no success in screaming for his friends, he decided that he had no choice but to try a leaver and see what happened. He pulled out his sword and from as far as a distance as he could manage he flipped the first lever up. Nothing. He sighed in relief and tried the others. When nothing happened on flipping them up he tried down. Still nothing. Then he placed his sword under all three of them and flipped them up. He heard a small click and looked up with baited breathe. Hopefully he had not let loose another trap, this was a miserable place to be in. When he looked up, he saw a small hatch open in the ceiling. “Ha, not so smart, are you Acererack?” he said as he removed his sword from under the levers and attacked the iron bars from above, causing all three levers to be placed in the down position. He tried to scream, but he was too in shock to even put forth the effort. He could only watch in horror as the floor beneath his feet gave way and he fell. As the light source was falling with him, he had a hard time figuring out how far he had fallen. When he impacted it was painful. He crashed into a pile of bones. Heros who long ago tried to master this horrid place and found the same fate as he. He could barely breathe, he could barely move, his injuries where severe and he knew he was dieing. He managed to drink a potion of healing, which recovered some of his life force, but the evil of the place was sucking away his will to live. He got up and moved about, trying to find a way out. He found none. He was lucky, he had not broken any bones, and the terrible scraps he had suffered where healing as the potion was taking effect. After realizing he had to leave, he got up and started to climb. The walls were slick, but he was a skilled climber so he moved quickly but cautiously. It took him a while, but he was able to see the end of the road. He climbed for what seemed like hours and now he could see the levers he had pulled and the room he had fallen from. “Noooo,” he screamed as the floor started to close right before his eyes. He had almost been quick enough, almost, but now he was trapped and he could not get out. He tried to find a way to release the trapped floor, but he could not. Minutes ticked away and he regretted not listing to the others. He also now regretted not letting himself die. He had food and water on him, but it would slowly run out and he would starve to death. The others would not save him, they would never find him. He decided to finish what the Tomb had started and right as his strength gave out, he leapt to his death. Down he fell, repeating the path he had just taken, but right before the impact he felt an evil presence with in the room, a voice inside cackled and he stopped, not from the impact of the body hitting the floor, but of some force preventing him from taking his own life. At the last moment he was saved from death, only to die a long and slow death of hunger and thirst. Now he screamed, for it was the only vice left to him. [center]* * *[/center] After systematically testing of the archway, they had discovered that by going near it, the three stone, one yellow, one blue and one orange, had lit themselves up. After carefully touching each, they had come to the conclusion that by touching them in the following order, yellow, blue and then orange, the mists would disappear. Gren slowly entered the arch and he was gone. Teleported was Delvin’s assessment as she was knowledgeable in such matters. The rest of the party followed and ended up in the same place, a small ten foot by twenty foot room. Shump was gaining his bearing when he heard a battle cry. “Lawbringer,” cried Stonecracker as he rushed pass Shump and the others and attacked a large figure in the distance. He could here blow after blow, the sound of metal on stone and then the beast fell over and was no more. “Congratulations dwarf,” sneered Sir Darian, “you have just killed a stone statue.” “Taunt all you want master paladin, but I have not survived five years in the dwarves navy just to die to a statue come to life.” “Yes, well, it is a possibility,” replied Brakka, “but I hope it was not a clue to get out of here.” “Everyone, this way, cried Gren from a small passage off to the side of the room. They followed Gren through the tight fitting passage and into a room similar in size to the last great hall they just left. “This must be the second great hall the riddle spoke off,” said Gren. The others could do nothing but agree. [center]* * *[/center] Kuth’lik traveled the distance between the planes with ease, he was a demon, a powerful demon and he was not bound to the limitations of the mortals in the mutli-verse. He knew where to find his master, he knew well, for long centuries of servitude had given him insight to his master where-abouts. Kuth’lik saw his master the instant he arrived in this small out of the way quasi plane. He waited for a moment, for a mortal, hours may have passed, but to one such as he, it was the blind of an eye. Time had different meanings to those who where not bound to it. He waited until his master had stopped from his observations to address her. “I know they have found the tomb,” casually replied Acererack. “They have breached the second great halls master.” “Have they now,” he said with a flare of arrogance, well, monitor their progress.” Kuth’lik thought to question Acererack, but he knew better. In the past such questions had brought him no end of pain. Someday someone would come along and put Acererack in his place, but many have entered the Tomb and none have survived. Well, none have survived in the end, some had survive the Tomb itself, they had survived the test, but none had survived the final test. It would not be until then that he would be free of Acererack, but with the poor quality of choices that these adventures had made, they would not last until he end. [center]* * *[/center] [left]On another plane, another watched with interest for he too had a vested interest in the out come of the party. He had come to know peace in the short time he had been here, but now he was troubled with a new burden. For now he could do nothing but watch in dismay.[/left] [/size] [/QUOTE]
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