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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4850341" data-attributes="member: 3285">Vengeance: Part 3 – ConservatoryWhat was once a garden was now nothing more than a collection of dead plants, old pots, and dust.  A fountain depicting a face twisted in pain spilled brown fluid out of its mouth to dribble into the large basin beneath.  Strangely, not all the plants in the room were dead, for a great heap of organic plant matter sat in the room’s center.“Who is this Stefan person you mentioned anyway?” asked Beldin inspected the fountain.“I don’t know,” said Kham.  “It was a vision.  And I was inside Sebastian’s head, which is a pretty scary place.”“I bet,” said Vlad.  “And what name did the Countess use?”“D’Amberville.  Or, as she put it, D’Ambrose in ‘Hasturic,’ the Carcosan tongue.”“Carcosan, probably,” said Vlad.“That’s right! Stefan Ambrose…Ilmarė, Calactyte and I caught up with this strange character.  He was looking for an invitation to a party in Carcosa.”Beldin peered at the plant. “Guess he finally made it.”“Don’t go near the plant,” said Kham.  “It’s a trap.”Beldin paused.  “There’s a fine-looking mace buried beneath it.  Let me just take a look…”“Damn it Beldin!” shouted Kham.  But it was too late.Beldin got a hold of the mace just as a rotten branch slapped outwards to encircle the dwarf’s wrist.  A brief tug of war ensued as the dwarf, determined the retrieve his find, refused to release the mace.  The pile of vegetation lurched and suddenly Beldin disappeared. “Great.” Kham had his blades out. “Now what?”Vlad blocked another whipping tendril with his shield.  “Just don’t use any lightning on the thing…they love lightning.”Kham hacked steadily at the vines and creepers that shot out from the rotting pile of vegetation, but for every tendril he cut down, two more took its place.There was a terrific ripping noise, and then Beldin hacked his way free, axe in one hand, mace in the other.“I hope that mace was worth it,” muttered Vlad.“It’s cold iron.  That’s pretty rare,” Beldin said appreciatively.  He was soaked in the green and brown digestive juices of the bizarre plant.“Yeah,” said Kham.  “Real useful against a pile of weeds.  Let’s go.”</blockquote>

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