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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Felikeries" data-source="post: 1293767" data-attributes="member: 15359">/\/\/\this is a short excursion untill i can decide what grande series of battle,puzzle,and adventure will take place now that the entire tone and premise is set/\/\/\Swooping about the room while Kliza made what she could of the book,revealed two passages,one which was clearly a hidden door,in the floor,that Marty simple flicked open,and the other a carvitured arch with a sliding wall.With each possibility opened,they were wanting to move on,and Kliza closed the book and placed it in her pack,-the group waited for the translational statement next to the floor stairs.“there’s some more crazy fluming,but I really don’t think any of it will help us,the idea of  a final room,however was mentioned again,and so I don’t doubt that that may be our final battle”Kliza“final and triumphant-silly of me to say,but if the numbers aren’t in our favor we know Marty can portal us back to the village,-isn’t that right”Taiken stated,while they each imposed a look of no confidence at the theif.“sure as can be we have a way  through a no win furry-so let’s not be timid,and get in there and kick some Zintrin slavor ass”Marty spoke not wanting to gather their reactions and began the steps.Chink!chink!ch-chink!The sounds were getting louder as they found a slightly ajar door,and were set to attack,upon what was hidden within.A standard room,no features-lay forth the image of a Golem-chained to the wall,in wrist and ankle shackles,it stood 7 ft tall,and had brutted limbs,and leathur armour with ziz-zag patterns on it as though the markings of a strange religion.This was an undead harrowing as well,however,and they didn’t know if caution should play the better part of valour,and simple a jumping wild attack could make away with the creature-but Marty was interested,and he held his arm so they could’nt get through-while finding a statement to be shed.“hail….servant of Zintrin-we are here to send you with peace to heaven!”Marty said,looking to the friends,and Morigin shook in discouragement.“argrhr-rghrgr-the world is unsafe-those still of the living….i am not what you think….a friend….tell me what year is it?”it spoke with a calm intelligent refinement in common,much to the bewilderment of the party.“it’s 260 –the change of seasons to summer beginning,why are you a prisoner?”Marty continued to lead the repose with the strangely golem.“ahhh…..dear gods,and angels that seek the casts of purity in good deeds,how can I be a prisoner-that is a true question,I fear that whence the first days of dibandonement of this temple saw fighting,as Zintrin layde her claim,I and my band of clerics-though I am a Zelihinder monk,battled to prevent this-and scores of the undead you may have seen were the result of our very war at this place-working together we created great prayer and invocation to heavens sweetness,and cast the enemies to an-unmaterial plane-but they were wicked and too cold for this-and unwillingly we discovered they returned to fight once more-only as undead servants-I should have guessed-Zintrin and her minnions-they were not to be dispelled-but for the creating of a new more vicious army!One that we lost to-one that I must have vengance upon,and must send away this time to any aftrelife-only if can be for the merit of eternal rest!”The golem was certainly painting an impression that was unclear if his motives were in fact questionable-being an udead sort-and prisoner and all.“I see,then you are not held by evils from this unwhlly form-we could certainly use an extra friend-but we must be sure you’re not lieying”Marty answered as they stood next to it now,and Kliza searched the room and canidtae with hyer crown looking for life’s other forms.“no,there is no room for lies,good young friends,my journey in death has been tortous,and all I can do is seek my enemies,these undead that I feal you have met,and then I will be able to-well perhaps even return to life-you see elf(to Kliza)there are no demonites controlling me”“so what’s you’re name-zombie and a half with the monk chip on you’re shoulder”Morigin asked.“I am Zenthor,divinator prime of the Zelihinder monks,and speak only truth”Zenthor responded a cracking in it’s voice.“well,I say we take this advocate to our quest from this prison and continue-any problems with that-Kliza?”Marty took the tools,and began to undue a wrist clasp.“no,there’s nothing here,but what weapon will you fight with Zenthor-cetrainly you need a sword,but monks aren’t allowed that type of combat are they?”Kliza further spoke with little remorse for the plan.“ahhh(arms free,it snapped the ankle binders with brute strength)-I have a weapon,one that I will call to now-“it stepped to the side and uttering a few words a staff with daggers on iether end appeared into his hands,and moving about with a show of talent Zenthor spun and feined with fluidity a few times.“ok,let’s get some potion for this fighter and we can be off”Taiken suggested,and they explained what it was,and it knew to be carefull and not let it meet with it’s own blood,and they made their way,Zenthor taking the last spot.</blockquote>

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