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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rystil Arden" data-source="post: 2296327" data-attributes="member: 29014">The SageThe Seeker walked along the dusty dungeon corridor, seemingly unaware of anything in the world around it, holding open a dusty book and reading as it walked. It ducked as it walked onto a miscoloured flagstone, thinking "Lifebane Poisoned Spear Trap located at coordinates 356.32 by 425.79.  Height is at 2 metres.  Bending over by approximately one third should eliminate any danger." Suddenly a deadly-looking spear coated with a nasty-looking black ichor zoomed out of the wall just overhead, but The Seeker kept walking and reading its book, unconcerned by this event.  As it walked into a long hallway, its smooth shiny grey skin emphasised in the low torchlight from the sconces on the wall, hundreds of arrows began to shoot at it from the wall.  "Arrow traps," The Seeker thought, "225 in number.  Self-reloading with an initial arsenal of 20 arrows per trap.  Nonmagical.  With Protection from Arrows active and a Heavy Fortification effect, damage expectation: Negligible." It walked slowly down the hall with its book, ignoring the thousands of arrows that piled up along the floor. As The Seeker neared its goal, there was a loud crashing sound, as a huge metallic creature, vaguely shaped to resemble a massive humanoid in armour, moved forward to block its goal.  "Nivshaln Golem," The Seeker thought, "Immune to all Magic.  Virtually indestructible by weapons.  Command Word: Ghravesh." "Ghravesh," The Seeker said quietly, not slowing its pace for an instant, and the giant monster suddenly went quiescent, allowing The Seeker to pass.   Walking forward to the pedestal holding its prize, The Seeker turned to the stunned companion behind it and said.  "I have eliminated the traps.  Here is the prize you seek." "Excellent!" the lady exclaimed, tossing The Seeker the bag of coins that she had promised it as she rushed to the pedestal and grabbed the ancient tome. "Death Trap," The Seeker thought, "A synergistic bond between the tome and the pedestal.  Word of Dissolution: Inadvisible.  Consensus: Unavoidable.  Solution: Bring along a dupe." The lady screamed in agony, reaching out to The Seeker for aid that would not come, as her body became desiccated and rotted from within, though her cries were quickly muted as her flesh decayed and rotted away, leaving only a putrid skeleton covered in light-blue hair. "Chance of returning as a vengeful spirit, unlikely but possible," The Seeker thought, "Solution: Trap the soul." It pulled out a black sapphire and siphoned what was left of her soul into the gem where it could not come back to haunt The Seeker, then dusted off its prize and put the book it had been reading up to this point back into its backpack.  It had a new book now.</blockquote>

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