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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Piratecat" data-source="post: 1199203" data-attributes="member: 2">The necropede: a ghoulish abomination, part of a scouting force sent to establish an undead presence in the town of Hundle's Crossing.Before he can do anything, the hillside under his feet erupts into a shower of dirt and a rising juggernaut of slimy, rotting gray flesh. At first the group thinks it’s an undead purple worm; as both Tao and Velendo disappear into its huge mouth, that’s certainly their first impressions. But as the creature engulfs them, they realize that they’re wrong.  Like grasping cilia, the inside of the worm’s mouth is filled with ghoulish arms, clutching and tearing, and dozens of screaming heads that barely poke their way out of the fleshy wall and tongue. Someone screams.<img src="http://www.davidhendee.com/images/necropede.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Nolin Benholm, the bard with a phoenix's soul. An unfortunate death early in his adventuring career (killed by inch-tall goblins) led to his soul being merged with that of a phoenix. Sarcastic and irreverant, his music could play the uneasy dead back down into their graves.The group is packed and arrayed for travel when Nolin drags himself back to the tower early the next morning, after sleeping with the degenerate drow elf. He’s greeted by disapproving glances from half the group, amused snickers from the other half, and a steely glare from Malachite. “Nolin?” asks Velendo in concern.“Be there in a moment,” mumbles the bard hoarsely. “I need to wash.” With a steel brush, he thinks to himself.<img src="http://www.davidhendee.com/images/nolin.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Baendril, the psionic shadow. This creature acted as an assassin at the Battle of Mridsgate, and almost killed the entire party. The group moves quickly along the low and narrow corridors past several intersections, emerging into a large, torch-lit great hall. Neither Malachite, Mara or Karthos detect anything, but Agar’s persistent arcane sight shows him something disturbing on the far side of the long room.  He sees what looks like an elongated shadow stretching along the wall, in a place where no shadow should be.  “Shadow!” the halfling snaps. “Back wall, right side, behind the table.”  No one else can see it, but they take Agar at his word, and a flame strike from Tao slams down on the area, turning the old table into a blazing inferno. <img src="http://www.davidhendee.com/images/shadow.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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