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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4416805" data-attributes="member: 3285">Vengeance in Freeport: Part 11 – StorageThey entered what looked like a maintenance chamber. Sewing supplies sat next to a bucket of dirty water in one corner.  Across the way, was a sealed iron door.  The stone blocks surrounding it were marked with Yellow Signs in odd patterns. They were grouped into clusters of one, two, three, and four on the left, five and six above, and seven to ten on the right. Scarbelly clomped over to glare at it.  “Prolk? Can you open this?”Prolk shook her head.  “My magic is not powerful enough.”Scarbelly glared at Kham with his good eye.  “If I had Rask with me we could do it. How about you, devil spawn?”Sebastian blinked.  “N-no, my magic doesn’t work that way. But if those Signs are any indication, we have proof that the Cult of Leviathan and the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign are working together.”“It’s obviously a combination. Give me that!” Kham yanked the piece of paper away from Dril.  He strode past Scarbelly to the door.  “I’ll show you greenskins how humans open doors.”Scarbelly leaned on his greataxe and waited.“Don’t you find it convenient that Coombs would drop the combination to his lock?” asked Dril.“Shh!” hissed Kham.  “Adults are working.”The soft yellow glow of the signs suddenly turned violet after Kham touched the last stone. Then, a brilliant flash of light momentarily blinded them. As they blinked away the flash, another creature had joined them in the room. Blocking the archway was a mammoth-sized centipede. The vermin’s milky white skin emits a foul stench as it fixes Scarbelly with glowing red eyes.“Stupid humans!” he bellowed.  Scarbelly hacked downwards on the centipede, chopping a piece of it off.  The centipede coiled around him and sank its mandibles into his torso. The two struggled in a battle to the death.“I can’t get a shot!” said Dril.“Me either.” Sebastian turned to Prolk. “Can you do anything?” “The Captain does not need my help,” said Prolk with a crooked grin.Kham just crossed his arms and watched.  Ichor sprayed upwards.  When it was over, Scarbelly stood victorious, his coat rent in several places.“Told you…I…” his good eye fluttered.  Scarbelly fell to one knee.Genuinely concerned, Prolk moved to his side.  “Captain, be still.”“Poison,” said Scarbelly.  His speech was slurred.  “Stop the…bombs.” Then he fell face first, unconscious.Kham touched the blocks again, this time reversing the combination.  The door slid open.  He stepped over Scarbelly’s body.“Stupid humans,” muttered Prolk as Kham entered Coombs’ personal vault.“I’m starting to agree with the orcs,” said Dril.</blockquote>

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