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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 1173367" data-attributes="member: 2885">The Inner Vaults...Fiddle checked the stairs for traps. None. The party proceeded. At the bottom was an antechamber with 2 doors and a marred fresco. Two angels formed an arch with large black handprints burned into the wall. Darian examined the arch more closely. A symbol of a sun had once blazed in the middle. Arendel listened at the door on the right. Nothing. He opened it. A pool filled the room. More angel images covered the walls. Again the artwork had been defaced. Arendel tried to scoot around the edge of the pool. He balanced on a 4" lip. His armor made it difficult. So after traveling to the edge, he attempted to return to the doorway. He fell in up to his knees. It wasn't very deep. Then suddenly something grabbed him. The acid of its touch dissolved his armor. He ran for the door. Sully tried to cover his retreat. The monster reacted to Sully's movements near the door. Sully's clothes dissolved away. With Arendel free from the room, Fiddle slammed the door shut. The monster sloshed around on the other side, but did not enter the anteroom. "Well looks like I'm not the only nekked one now," Alya laughed as she healed Sully. Arendel changed into bear form.  Calrom went left. He listened and then opened the door. The room was a large banquet like hall with a pile of tablecloths in the center. The tables flipped upside down and tossed off to the side. 3 more doors. Fiddle mounted Arendel and rode into the room. They approached the door to the East. No noise beyond. Arendel pawed the door open.  The room was obviously once an place of worship for the goodly powers. It now stood in a shambles. Many things marred the walls. The altar lie cracked and what looked like blood oozed from its center. A male figure stood near it. Two objects hovered around his head. "Bastion?" Fiddle called out. The figure turned. He was not an angel. Fiddle had guessed way wrong. He looked almost like the image of a vampire. Or what Fiddle imaged one to be like. "Who are you?" the vampire asked. "And why do you disturb me?" "We are looking for something," Fiddle yelled. His voice more directed behind him to the party then in front to the vampire. "You should meet my FRIENDS. HELLLLLOOOO. A LITTLE HELP HERE." "And you should meet mine," the vampire answered. He walked off to the West out of view. A door opened and closed. Fiddle closed his door and leapt off of Arendel. He ran back to the others. Arendel sauntered behind him. "Who were you talking to Fiddle?" Alya questioned.  "Something is coming," Fiddle screamed. "Something very bad. And he went to get help. He was like a very bad dream with things hovering around his head." Sully cast a spell. Fiddle too summoned his newly found powers. His little feet could now cover more ground. Calrom moved into the banquet room and listened at the South door. He heard movement. And then the door opened. The one on the Northwest wall also opened. Calrom stared up at some decaying human flesh in armor and armed with a sword. Another undead stood behind the first.</blockquote>

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