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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Felikeries" data-source="post: 1386583" data-attributes="member: 15359">return to zintrin's temple nearly the final battleFreeing the Might return to zintrin's templeNot withstanding the group had interupted the peace enough amongst the crochet of calmly emulation about the temple to stir the ‘agent’ encountered at the beginning of their forray into the altar plane shift portal,and judging by the unstandard flackened breach of brow and concentrated ‘undead’ zether storm energies he was angry.The stood together and even walked a few paces to meet and greet the apperant bantaring of furry that was to be,and Sinzee huddled next to Feezazien and cast a gruffy snarl,and bewildered look.“free standing group display to match the witless excummunication of Zintrin’s minnion for that which was to be done…contempt!!what do you think fealty to a godess means…hhmm!!a game of wandering foxes looking to make show of that which was lent to them in forbidden places,well you were nearly the fox hunted-do you understand me!!?”the robed blaspherien scowled and clenched a fist forward in dissertations.“huh….ummm,we can’t be blamed for the unkind traps in the temple of her makings,you know you ought to tame those slicey metal scions,and make the wall’s less transparent to the plane of the undead,if that was so then we’d have stayed and reach our goals”Marty answered in a duty of rebutal that sounded a resolvent between iether side.“and so too do you need to complete the goals,as such I know that more potion is needed,and so it will be bestowed,and as for this one,a bit of a field of unliving energy-yes a monk forgotton and abondened into my domain-how qaint,very well you may join,and my apologies dear Master Gaurdian,we can’t have our soldiers stray away you know how it is”“that is not a bold statement –you may apologize as often as you like to these fine warroirs,they have my vow of eschuance and guard”Feezazien remarked,belittling the agents swinish attempt to differ.“hey,we need to get about the tasks,if you are relenting another gift please,we accxept and shall see to our duty immediately”Taiken finally jaunted the arguent conversation with a final statement.“very well,’hail oh skys darkened graves in the mind death to the souls will thee find’”the agent swirled a somatic jesture and created a grander potion flask than the first,this one with speckles of magitynes song to the souls revocations dancing about it and passed it to Marty,then turned and walked towards the entrance,but paused to make a final word.“the room of destruction shall be made to through the second altar chamber-you know the one I speak of-all switches towards the setting sun”with that instead of fading into the shelter an image aura cast itself forward as the agent stood and then the entirety dissappeared.“my friends we will be at a city to the east,perhaps even the monk knows of it,there are Zelihinder monks there,we await the celebration to you’re victories,and wish such luck as the fields of the undead know we are feared to have possesion of”with that the chromatic beast tapped at Sinzee,and nodded to the group.“great days to thee,untill we meet again and this Zintrin terror storm that thee fight is done,I gather the luck of the stars in you’re name”she answered to the final words with a nicety and they flew off,pounding through till the clouds,covered their powerfull burgoning scathe.Slowly the monk was falling into a separate world,the others of course did not catch thisat first,but inside the mind of his own deterioration a curse from staying alive in that state had begun to form a new form of blight.The theories of birth in unbirth have always assumed that the self was removed and now that was taking place for the wizdomous monk who had churned the evils from take over with great endurance and meditated strengths,but that was no more-and the mind of a lost being in this state was not their own anymore.“what is death-your own beginning!”Zenthor finally broke into a voilent rage as they had began the final hall to the 2nd altar room,after acting strangley when they diveyd the potion for their weapons.Kliza was the first to spin about,and she jumped beyond Morigin whom was closest,and swaped what may have been a truelly harsh nap swip upon her brother.She had taken to the crown of magic sight ,and thought the flutters about their monk friend were getting a bit zealous or even chracter defiling,perhaps taking what there was from Zenthor that was alive,and so she got to the problem before an unwarrented attack.“what in the hell-are you ok”Marty asked,but then noticed Kliza wasn’t faking combat with the undead moron she was fighting toi save herself or anyone.“feal what it’s like to di inside a thousand nightmares and walk the land-puny elf-rrghghgh!”Zenthor,did a trick swipe triple shift attack,and kicked her to the ground sliding a few feet,but Taiken and Morigin,quickly made trouble before the intentions of killing Kliza got the chance.“that’s some portal innards wound,friend-you aren’t well”Taiken stated,as Marty was hush stepping and finally made a spider walk to behind the dueling three.“forever is a good way to spend you’re grave work fools-I am vengence,not Zenthor-the…-“the words were cut off,as the sparring was still going,but till the two swiped power cuts by Marty through the letheur protecton on Zenthor’s back sent him stumbling forward and into convulsion.The potion was a solution to souls searching to leave the material world,and they watched wandering if these wounds may bleed to death their once trusted buddy,but there was a different effect than before.The streining continued as the stood before him,and Kliza knelt next to him and looked to the others to see if she should console any morsel of Zenthor that was left fighting the curse.“healed and sealed to doom,best the zap of liquid do what it did”Mif answered her demands for a way to cure this that beckoned from her eyes.“funny,always funny-we shall see”Taiken said“but the angel Mif,what of the vestige of divinity-she may be able to help if”Kliza retorted taking one of Zenthor’s hands.The the fluster of magi enegry was changing,now a glow of green to clear waves of zeal washed about,and finally the commotion stopped and Zenthors eyes closed and he lay still.“too late,farewell ,may heaven-“Marty started a requim for the wisomous,when they noticed there was breathing.Several minutes later,Zenthor was alive and well again,and this time the real world and the body of no disease was all there was to be from the incedent.Gleefully thankfull for not having killed him,he vowed to fight his best in the last battle,which was sure to be vicious and they continued on their way.“if it wasn’t for me you might have gouged Morigin,but the curse that was breaching the sound mind,or what there was of it in you’re old state,was made visible to me with the magical crown,I’m thankfull we didn’t lose you,and you have returned even better than before.”Kliza stated as they reached the switches and Marty did the trick and a new hall opened.“that is certain,and this new potion,what say you –all if it is different,we have been had”Zenthor said,as inherintly they each added a bit more in preperation,and began through the hall.“no,there’s no way it doesn’t kill off the glumphs that await Zintrin’s excisement of their souls,that’d be wrong,there was a special reaction for you,Zenthor-but all will be as it should soon enough.”Marty answered leading the group,of which three carried torches including himself.The scent of living flesh and the faint beckoning of the flicker of flames,had reawoken those waiting in the chamber of sufferage.It was a grande cavern some 400 ft and circular,with shackles upon the walls,and occasional rune wards of grey slab flooring in the brown scratchy earth.At times when the place was alive the Methsenseghr beasts had gaurded and made portal trips about various domains in the name of the slaying preistesses,but eventually they were made undead,and chained to the walls,only being let free when tasks had to be done,but that was years in the past,and somwhow they still churned their gratchy fleash and futile brains kept restrained in chains for years,but no more:the anger and sense of live being’s and a chance to dance death’s throws on innocents was too great and they broke free,and dashed towrds the party just making into the area.However these were not the only ones,as banal and unliving,though animated and easily a greater foe were a group of  Sepechetz.Armoured in Zechzi flanks,and armed with zeal flowing two sided skiffs,these angered undead soldiers were fethced to the area as a pre-ordained glyph of awakening was set off by the party in the last few steps taken on the special stone in the hallway.The group stopped,and tossed their torches and a couple more a few feet beyond themselves,and stood in a semi circle,as purity’s faith and insurging numbers of enemies triste and demanded the nature of the most cerrialien battle yet.The Methsenseghrs,who speeded to the front were easily 20 in strength,and the soldiers of doom with stange weapons were about 30,making it a timely accusition for those who thought to make a name for themselves as promised at the journey’s first day from the viallage path,of 50 to 6.</blockquote>

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