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<blockquote data-quote="Inkling" data-source="post: 5333771" data-attributes="member: 88765">&quot;Good to hear, Roctar.&quot; Inkling steps forward into the vaulted foyer and seats himself on a large stone divan in the center of the room, upholstered with a rich lammasu hide. He instills a semblance of life into the divan and beckons it carry him deeper into the stronghold to meet Apocalist while he meditates.&nbsp;Venn'Gryd and his other subordinates inquire as to the location of the laboratory and follow Roctar as they descend deeper into the stronghold while carrying the equipment. A will-o-wisp lights the way down dark steamy corridors.&nbsp;They eventually reach a large circular lecture hall overlooking several examination tables adorned with shackles and suspended by chains over metal basins filled with a spongy orange fluid. A large hideous sibriex wearing a large harness of red spiked chains, hovers on the opposite side of the room. Ignoring them for some time, it examines a table filled with vial stands, beakers filled with various fluids, jars filled with paste and wicked looking tools. Three quasits lay sleeping to the left on the highest bench, backs against the wall. A maggot filled manes eats scraps off the floor to the right. The slaadi's impatience stands tempered with wariness.&nbsp;&quot;This will be my first time working with Inkling's subordinates,&quot; the sibriex says slowly without turning. &quot;Your broodlord has worked with our kind for a very long time, long before Lord Apocalist disposed of his rivals to establish command of this entire layer. If Inkling has sent you, then I have confidence you will prove equal to the tasks ahead. I'll take them from here Roctar.&quot;&nbsp;Venn'Gryd gestures for the others to deposit their goods on an empty table as Roctar departs with a derisive snort. &quot;We have sixteen canisters of styxpsyradic powder for you to examine. I am Venn'Gryd, and the other three with me are Torgnar, Uju'Krem and Uju'Xyth.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Inkling, post: 5333771, member: 88765"] "Good to hear, Roctar." Inkling steps forward into the vaulted foyer and seats himself on a large stone divan in the center of the room, upholstered with a rich lammasu hide. He instills a semblance of life into the divan and beckons it carry him deeper into the stronghold to meet Apocalist while he meditates. Venn'Gryd and his other subordinates inquire as to the location of the laboratory and follow Roctar as they descend deeper into the stronghold while carrying the equipment. A will-o-wisp lights the way down dark steamy corridors. They eventually reach a large circular lecture hall overlooking several examination tables adorned with shackles and suspended by chains over metal basins filled with a spongy orange fluid. A large hideous sibriex wearing a large harness of red spiked chains, hovers on the opposite side of the room. Ignoring them for some time, it examines a table filled with vial stands, beakers filled with various fluids, jars filled with paste and wicked looking tools. Three quasits lay sleeping to the left on the highest bench, backs against the wall. A maggot filled manes eats scraps off the floor to the right. The slaadi's impatience stands tempered with wariness. "This will be my first time working with Inkling's subordinates," the sibriex says slowly without turning. "Your broodlord has worked with our kind for a very long time, long before Lord Apocalist disposed of his rivals to establish command of this entire layer. If Inkling has sent you, then I have confidence you will prove equal to the tasks ahead. I'll take them from here Roctar." Venn'Gryd gestures for the others to deposit their goods on an empty table as Roctar departs with a derisive snort. "We have sixteen canisters of styxpsyradic powder for you to examine. I am Venn'Gryd, and the other three with me are Torgnar, Uju'Krem and Uju'Xyth." [/QUOTE]

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