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Message: <blockquote data-quote="VicsHacienda" data-source="post: 9828172" data-attributes="member: 6965574">We come to the realization that this group of creatures might have been the first group sent from Seaquen on this mission, and feel some regret for killing them. But we couldn't have known, for they thawed out only upon death.<h3>More Sickly Laboratory Scenery, Which Viggo Loves</h3>A large cold metal door lies to the east, etched with symbols of clouds and wind. Beyond, I can faintly hear liquid boiling. Osnald detects no trap, so works at it with his toolkit. Bolts of lightning leap from the lock to strike him, Viggo, and me. I shudder in my chain armor, Osnald is blasted back on his rump, and Viggo mutters an arcane curse.Fafnir opens the door, revealing a long darkened hall, eerily silent. Along its walls strangely colored liquid bubbles in containers. Dozens of square glass tanks of viscous green fluid fill the floor, sprouting hoses. Dark shapes float and twitch within. Catwalks stretch along the walls above. The ceiling rises forty feet above, revealing a huge glowing orb crackling with lightning stuck to it. Viggo identifies it as a second Orb of Storms being created.[ATTACH=full]426083[/ATTACH]More goons trying to bring storms onto the land. What's in it for them, I wonder.We head toward the catwalks to the south, seeing a vast pool of green fluid that is less full than it was. Double doors lie to the east, but we must descend to the floor to get to them. To the north another grid of vats lie, larger than the main hall.We descend. Fafnir walks by one of the medium vats and peers inside. Through the distorted fluid of the vat, Osnald and Trevor spot something moving within, a large creature. Horns stretch from its head. It erupts from one of the larger vats, its lower torso vaporous. Its flesh is icy white and it wields a hammer. It charges at Viggo.Trevor leaps ahead and whips at the creature, managing to snag a solid part. He yanks the whip taut, holding it fast. It gives a sneering bellow and swings its hammer and horned head at Viggo, tearing at him. The wizard falls, stricken. The creature then becomes a misty cloud, slipping free of its restraint.[ATTACH=full]426084[/ATTACH]Osnald points a finger from above and lights the gaseous figure with faerie fire. It is quick, and dodges, but ends up glowing after Osnald follows up with silvery barbs.I run to the south and leap onto the stairs for a higher vantage point, spinning and sending two arrows through its vaporous hide. They clatter on the floor beyond. Trevor follows with lightning-quick slashes of shortsword and scimitar. Fafnir tears around several vats and swings his own hammer crackling with thunder. Bull spirits rise around him.The creature lapses into physical form. Its hammer swings at Trevor, almost lifting him from the floor.Osnald casts healing word from above on Viggo, who stirs. The bard then mocks the creature, calling it a colorful fart. I take the opportunity to add two arrows to its physical form.Trevor moves in front of Viggo to cover him, and slashes the Living Blade and his shortsword through the horned monster in single ellipses. The wizard regains his feet and staggers away under the stairs to down a healing potion.Fafnir keeps laying on hands in the form of Einherjar, thumping the creature twice. It tries to gore and strike him in return, dealing little damage, then flies upward, trying to escape, Nuada's thunder booming. Fafnir and Trevor both give it another crack.Osnald mocks it again. "Know what's worse than naughty word? A bull fart!"It roars in outrage before a final arrow takes it in the tailbone. It crumples, parts of it dissipating, leaving the upper half of a horned creature on the tile. Trevor and Viggo collect my spent arrows. Fafnir and I cure Viggo.Viggo notices that the vats have inscriptions on them, in strange anagrams: For Signus. We recall that name as the leader of the Ragesian army.<h3>The Tower Ground Floor, With An Unwelcome Rug</h3>We run up to the double doors and listen. Osnald looks—carefully—for traps. Trevor hauls one open.An ornate, circular room lies beyond like the bottom of a tower. Hanging from the ceiling is a sculpture of an eagle and dragon pursuing each other in a circle. Columns support a second floor. Columns of neatly lined books line the walls, and a stairway leads up the wall. A balcony above overlooks the entry.An elaborate rug lies just within. Fafnir strides in onto the rug, which suddenly curls upward, wrapping itself around him to smother him. He keeps his head free, grunting. Trevor lashes it with his whip, trying to somehow hold it in place, and brings the Living Blade down on it. Osnald hurls his dagger at it. I stab it with my shortsword, thinking to pin it to the floor, and it flaps and lies still.Viggo looks closely at the books with interest. He judges them mostly to be books on weather with some arcane flourishes, and stashes a few.Osnald and I notice a slight distortion above where the second floor balcony is. A woman's voice sounds. "You don’t understand the concept of 'Forbidden Valley,' do you? The others before you were as tenacious, though not nearly as useful. You defeated scores of Ragesians, which earns you the favor of my master. But all your predecessors accomplished was to guard the entrance to this laboratory for a few days before you killed them. When this is over, for those of you I haven't killed, I shall be creative when crafting your new form! A pity—if you hadn’t come here, you might have managed to retrieve the Torch. With that in his possession, no empire could stand against my master. There has long been too much war and suffering in this world. It is time we ended it."Wordy, she is.Trevor slides over to the stairs, preparing to ascend. Osnald follows.</blockquote>

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