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Message: <blockquote data-quote="UniversalMonster" data-source="post: 2662644" data-attributes="member: 1034">The two muscled Bar-lgura demons seem to consult with one another for a moment, and then motion you inside. "The master is expecting you." one of them intones with a deep basslike voice. The group is lead down a long dusky hallway inscribed with mazelike runes. About halfway through the hallway you pass a pair of cross-passages and through an archway. There are partially devoured and rotting humanoid carcasses tossed into the corners like debris. Finally you reach what looks like a pleasant veranda- seemingly decorated with bamboo fronds, savage looking tribal masks, and massive tusks. "Welcome" says a hollow voice. You turn and note a massive oversized brainlike appendage underneath a glass dome, half filled with oozing translucent pink jelly. A pair of eyestalks seem to float dead in the "juice" of the brain- they are blackened at the tips and hold milky white 'blinded' looking eyes. The third eyestalk extends perfectly, though, and is topped by a large blinking red eye.  The dome floats atop a metal carriage made to look like a spider's hindquarters. It slowly crawls forward, extending each elegant spindly leg as it scuttles forward. "Welcome" it repeats. "I cannot see you clearly, the dome distorts. But I see your souls. Or lack thereof.." it chuckles, lingering it's alien gaze over Klassandra."Please be comfortable. You are my guests. DRETCH!" It shouts. (BoB may startle at this, but it seems he was not the one meant). A dretch comes scuttling in, dressed in a grey and red servants shift. It bears a tray full of goblets. The dretch bows and scrapes as he offers the drinks to each of you. Green demon wine. It is mildly poisonous to most mortal people, but the assumption here is immunity. OOC: The drinks are mildly poisonous- DC 12, 1d2 str/1d2 str. And you are not under any obligation to drink them of course. When the dretch reaches BoB it hisses angrily, seemingly offended. BoB's Quasit hisses back and snatches a goblet for himself. "Welcome to my villa." begins Tharirmun. "Word out is you are the best acquisitions group money can.. rent"</blockquote>

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