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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 855114" data-attributes="member: 2885">The Zappp of DoomZappppPpFiddle felt a shock. And a swirling mist left his hand. It struck the ceiling. Everyone in the place lost their cheery disposition. Actually everyone felt utterly dismayed, almost Doomed."I think I found a wand," Fiddle said."Give me that," Darian took the wand. He said last rites over the skeleton.Edit: The party followed the scent of fresh air. They discovered another way outside of the Ruins. Fiddle gathered what he could from the surrounding brush that was edible. Enough for the party for another day.And then the party left to recuperate. It had been a long day. And the feeling of Doom didn't subside for some time.The next morning, the party prepared. This would be their final attempt at discovery. The Pit. Everyone was healthy and the dread of Doom was gone. Erin covered himself in magic.They went to the Pit. The lift still lead down. Fiddle spiked himself off and tied his rope about his body. Unfortunately the lift platform wouldn't hold everyone. Spugnoir volunteered to stay behind.40 lbs of hin and gear, 110 lbs of elf maiden and gear, 140 lbs of monk, 200+ lbs of priest and gear, 160lbs of warrior and gear. yeah, there was a lot of weight on that lift. They lowered themselves slowly. The cold and the dread increased with each foot lower. The block below them was black with green veins. It was nearly 100ft tall and 20ft around at the top.Alia read Geynor's journal aloud as they descended. They had reached the limit of the rope and the lift. They almost rested on the black block. Another lift a few feet away continued the journey down. A stream of water fell on one side of the chamber and collected in a pool below. Fiddle untied himself and moved to the next lift with the party. They were going all the way down. Come hell or high water. Fiddle prayed for neither. He pulled his new dark cloak tighter about himself. Everyone was visibly shivering from the cold.Another 50 ft and they reached bottom. The sound of the waterfall was very loud at the bottom of this now almost empty well. The black block tapered to a point.  A very small pillar held it in place. Impossible. A hand with fangs was etched in the rock. The sound of the water was very loud.Fiddle hopped off the lift and went over to the hand. The sound of water was very loud."I shouldn't have had that last drink this morning," Fiddle thought. He started to relieve himself.A dark voice called to him, but the words were unintelligible and soon forgotten. Fiddle shook his head and then froze."Begone foul demons," a human cried aloud. His magic held Fiddle in place. His muscles frozen in their last action. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>

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