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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 9466404" data-attributes="member: 6696971">XP/LOOT* 1200/3 = 400 xp apiece.* 1 x gem worth 500 coin.* 1 PC gains a magic item level 7 or below or 1 PC trades out a current magic item level 7 or 8 for a level 9.  Lief takes Boots of the Fencing Master.* Lief loses the Totemic Ally as a Companion Character for now and gains a Primal Boon equivalent of:[ATTACH=full]380741[/ATTACH]A powerful gale suddenly takes Lief in full, bringing him off his feet momentarily as his hair blows wild and his hands are instinctively brought up to protect his face.  A spirit of extraordinary magnitude enters his flesh.  A voice stirs within that only Lief can detect:"Very well.  I watched you for so long.  That is my role; to Watch.  The hour is nigh so I have broken my eternal claim of Watcher among the Elders.  I have acted.  I will act no more.  You may have doomed your world by not cutting out the infection in your midst.  You will make up for this...alone...and I will again watch...watch your triumph...or your doom...through your very eyes."[HR][/HR]As the sun descends slowly toward the horizon, Lief confronts the simultaneous absence and...presence alone...inward. Nimozaran rides atop Hat Eater as the group crests the long, shallow rise to where Fastormel lay in waste.  The land flattens and the long grass gives way to scrub as cold, frigid wind blows southward off of the vast Lake Nen.The Ruins of Fastormel come into view...one bit of scenery expected...the others surely not:* Structural remains lie in half-broken or fully-razed states, living like time capsules from a bygone era.  Snow and ice that only partially thaws in the warmer months cling like cobwebs or so much glue.  * The legendary Mistborn Tower, confirmed by scouts to have survived the siege from decades ago still yet stands amongst the ruin-scape.  The Lord Mage, the most powerful wizard in Nentir Vale one hundred years ago, shrouded his tower in a powerful spell that made it impervious to the invasion.  As the Bloodspear Orcs slaughtered the Fastormel citizenry and sacked the town, the silver mist that never dissipates protected the tower and The Lord Mage within.  Perhaps it is a prison for him because the enchantment lies unbroken and he must still reside within...dead or alive.* No orcs...but gnolls...fifteen by head count lie prostrate around a vast crater in the center of the ruins.  One stands.  Known for their demon worship, these gnolls venerate something_else_entirely.  The Pack Lord stands before a large looming object of perfect darkness...aloft on nothingness, it looks almost exactly like the Singularities in Winterhaven as reported by Starn; a huge Sphere of Annihilation.  The gnoll presents a goat.  With awful screaming, the gnoll tears the creatures neck and sucks from it.  Accompanied by the backdrop of chilling howls from its prostrate pack, the Packlord offers the goat to the Sphere.  The Sphere takes the goat, gravitationally pulling it from the hands of the humanoid, demon-dog.  Up it goes, seemingly suspended in time as it becomes one with the Sphere, redshifting slowly out of view. The Sphere grows very marginally...but it grows.Even from afar, you can hear the barking Packlord speak to it.  Its barks smooth out into another language...the same you have heard Nimozaran's lips imbued with.  In fact, Nimozaran's lips give way to the same utterances you now hear from the Packlord.  Bizarrely, they speak in unison.  Unnerved, Hat Eater scratches the earth with a great hoof.Something is wrong.  The Sphere is not sated.  The Pack Lord protests.  It tries to run.The Sphere tears the gnoll from the poor creature's feet, accelerating it into the empty-full circumference of the floating orb.  The Sphere subtly grows.The rest of the gnolls remain prostrate, whimpering in obeisance. [HR][/HR]</blockquote>

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