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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM_Matt" data-source="post: 2788417" data-attributes="member: 1213">(assuming you guys follow this plan)Murdoch does not find any dimensional holes or invisible/shrunk/otherwise altered creatures.  He then goes to check the wine cellar, but Maggie is not there.Shando runs to the lowest deck and sees the damned rowers sitting dormant.  No sign of her here either.Timrin makes the right guess.  Walking into Rianna's quaters, he finds Maggie sitting on the bed, lying against pillows and the back wall, wearing only undergarments (He feels the need to suppress some rather unpaladinly thoughts).  She is holding up one of the Mitheril collars that were found on the incubator creature and apparently examining it, and at the same time takes a swig from a mostly-empty bottle of chaos wine with the other hand.She sees Timrin walk in, and, in excited, slurred, drunken rambling, tries to get accross a new revelation.  She seems to ignore the matter of her unusual attire."TIMRIN!  There you are! I jusht remebred the shymbol on these weird metal shings.  I told you I drunk better when thinking too mutsch.  Itsh a simbol of Cronush, an anshint titan.  The hourglash and the scythhhs give it away.  They mushta been used to make the demonbabies grow fashter."Maggie starts getting up from the bed to go to Timrin, but winds up falling off instead.  "I'm OK...sorta" she says, giggling.Meanwile, Arundel checks on Alethia and puts her to bed.  With Timrin gone, Namor grumbles to the soldiers with him "Bah, what does he know?" and procedes to pour mch of the flask of dwarven whiskey down Dyria's throat.  At first, she feels worse, but soon she feels quite a bit better and very sleepy (as Namor intended).  Namor instructs a pair of soldiers to go put her to bed as well.</blockquote>

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