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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 557139" data-attributes="member: 1210">Enter ShevaSybele is meditating. The archer-psion swore a vow to a powerful slaad years ago, that she would take up the role of a warrior of chaos.  The time has come at last.  She can feel the pulse of the chaos within her, calling to her.  She’s always stood fairly well in between Law and Chaos, personally; but that changes now as she lets it into her.  She feels her perceptions subtly alter, her sense of smell growing stronger and richer.  The scent of the Spicewoods is almost intoxicating.When the party gets back to town it’s fairly late, and they fall into a deep sleep.  When the morning comes, they prepare to enter the Spicewoods again.  As they are girding their weapons, a pale-skinned, fiery red haired woman wearing a chain mail bikini walks in.  There are two greatswords strapped across her back.  She is wafer-thin. “Hey,” says Lester, walking up to her and thoughtfully eyeing her ample blades, “we’re going to go overthrow some formians and claim it as my temple of Elemental Earth.  You look like you can handle yourself, unless those are just for show.”Sheva looks at the L and laughs.  “No, they’re not just for show.”  Then she catches sight of Angel.  “Hello, Angel.  Have you found her yet?”“No, not yet.”Sheva looks over the rest of the party.  “I take it this is the party of adventurers you’ve gathered to help you.” “Ah- our interests coincide.”The redhead turns to survey the rest of the group and spies someone she knows well: Zeebo.  “And it’s the Mayor!” she exclaims.  “I’ve been trying to reach you for months, but I keep getting held up by your secretaries.”Zeebo chuckles.  “There’s always time for you, Sheva.”  Orbius scries out a worker formian.  It seems to be carrying wood with a gang of other workers.  Since it’s not too interesting, he tries to scry out the queen.  Indeed, he succeeds- and sees her with several more large formians and a group of trolls, apparently underground.  They aren’t really doing anything, and while he watches that doesn’t seem to change.  “I could teleport a few of us in there,” he offers, but the group decides to stay together, at least for now.      “Keep that scrying spell going, though,” Lester tells him.The group flies, air walks and assumes wind walk form, and then moves at great speed towards the second place in the woods where they know there was a formian attack.  It becomes visible over the treetops as a cleared-out circle with only stumps remaining.  I wonder what they’re using all the wood for? thinks the Mayor.  Landing, the group reassumes their physical forms and starts searching for clues.  Sybele can’t help but notice how rich everything smells.“They’re still just sitting there,” the Eye tells them.  His eyes have a faraway look.Suddenly there’s a strange sound in the distance, a ululating howl.  “What was that?” Sybele calls out.Nearby, something moves through the brush...Next time: Introducing Jibber, and to the nest!</blockquote>

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