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Message: <blockquote data-quote="VicsHacienda" data-source="post: 9895712" data-attributes="member: 6965574">The lift itself is locked, so Osnald gives it a look. Tumblers click and we see inside the massive metal box. His breath catches.[ATTACH=full]434905[/ATTACH]Trevor leans in and sees a horrific cadaverous figure with a fiery skeleton inside its ribcage, which cracks open like a devouring maw. It reaches out with limbs lined with rows of gnashing teeth. He unleashes the Aquiline Heart, which does not echo inside the lift. It reaches out with awful energy, but Fafnir's death ward spell foils whatever it attempted.With hunter's mark and favored foe in my mind, I step before the lift door and fire two arrows with the aid of Fafnir's War God's Blessing. Ribs crack as the shafts crunch into its demonic body.It reaches with unholy energy and I feel myself slipping out of my body. I have the ugly sensation of being pulled into the creature itself, into a hellish cavity of pain and suffering. I hear my body collapse. My friends will tell me later that they saw something leave and drift across the hall. With no small amount of terror, I wonder if I am inside the rib cage. I feel itchy and burnt, and I can't breathe but I also don't need to.Osnald sends four magic missiles at the creature. Viggo mind whips it, then grabs my chain shirt and hauls my body out of the way. Running around the corner, Fafnir sees Trevor's whip wrapped around the creature, and feels he sees me trapped inside. "You motherfucker, give her back!" Einherjar falls upon its bony skull, and the monster crumples with a hiss. He reaches forward and rips at the rib cage as if to haul me out of it.I gasp awake, and see Fafnir before me tearing at the carcass with his bare hands."I'm fine," I say. "I think." I painfully regain my feet and pick up the Taranesti bow. "What in the Hells was that?"We draw rings, lockets, and broken holy symbols from the creature, which Trevor thinks is called a Feaster of Flesh and Souls, an undead being created by evil clerics. We also find a chain fragment of binding, a blackened iron link similar to the chains in the chapel. Viggo finds some goo in its abdomen that he is excited to experiment with.A half-digested note is also found: ... transfer complete... subject unstable... Griiat insists. Griiat is the inquisitor who cursed Lord Gorquith. Trevor spits.<h3>In Plane Sight</h3>We move into the metal lift and place our backs to the wall. Trevor manipulates the lever, and the lift lurches upward with a shriek of giant chains. When we rumble to a halt we can see machinery to the side which runs the lift, and a door. We now have a sensation of being weightless. Viggo feels we have entered a different plane."This is the Astral Plane. Subjective gravity. You have to make an effort and choose which is 'down' for you," he says."What does that mean!" demands Fafnir."Does that mean we can choose the ceiling to be the floor?" Osnald asks."Try it out," Viggo says. The bard looks up, and suddenly walks upside down above us, then comes back down. "And there's another important factor to remember," the wizard adds. "There's no natural healing here. Magical healing works, but resting doesn't. No hunger, no aging, no thirst, no time passing."Nice. I don't like it.After listening, we open the lift's door. A hallway extends beyond, brightly lit by a fiery glow. It ends in a T left and right. Fafnir steps out and triggers a glyph on the floor, which explodes in a miniature tornado of anti-magic. His doom of dancing blades vanishes. He grunts with annoyance.I move quietly forward into the hall, bending low, and notice arrow slits high in the wall on each side, angled downward at us. I gesture at them for my companions' benefit.Osnald peers up at the slits, and goes back up on the ceiling, keeping out of sight of the holes.Suddenly an arrow flashes from a slit and slashes my arm."Fuckin' hell," drawls Trevor. He speeds forward into the open area beyond the hall, looking for an entrance to where the shot came from. Knowing a secret door is there from our map, he yanks it open and flashes his whip inside. The Living Blade finishes a bow-wielding dark pyre soldier. He moves inside to deal more death to the deathless.[ATTACH=full]434904[/ATTACH]A wall of fire leaps up in our hallway and into the lift, engulfing Osnald, Fafnir, and me. Great. Another one of those spellslinger skeletons. I dodge but am still burnt. We hear gnomes yelp behind us as they avoid the flames. Fafnir crashes past us, seeking the dead mage hiding behind the wall. He moves to the right and hurls his javelin of lightning into the sniper hall above. He yanks a skeleton soldier out into the hall with his mind.Viggo moves up the hallway behind me, shielding his eyes from the flames but trusting his fire resistance, and continues past toward Fafnir. He peers through one of the slits.An arrow misses me, then another. Gnomes dash past, vacating the lift.I run up to the slit the mage must be hiding behind, and I send two arrows right up into it. I hope he is reeling from arrowheads in his eye sockets, but the wall of fire vanishes. I then notice a skeleton scuttling toward me from the south. I surge, and send two arrows into him as well.[ATTACH=full]434906[/ATTACH]Osnald appears next to me and sends magic missiles down the hallway at Trevor's assailants while boosting his inspiration.</blockquote>

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