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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aura" data-source="post: 6550302" data-attributes="member: 6747658">If the simple act of having a thought had the power to effect reality, then Cruendithas would have much to account for....The gnomish treasure seeker immediately begins the business of finding a clear way around the edge of the death and destruction that goblin and rat have brought upon one another in this depressing, but also strangely comical, receiving room. Whayu quickly decides to follow his course. Slipping behind sofa and chair, the duo plot a course along the right wall, which seems further from the battle that cost so many lives. Sharp eyes pierce the gloom of the ill-lit chamber, distinguishing details with minuscule amounts of light from candles located around the room, bathing it in a nearly uniform lack of proper lighting. The stench fills the air and Cruendithas wishes to be past it as soon as gnomishly possible--easily a more potent motivator than the faux despair clearly intended by the decor and lighting combination. No doubt the sentiment is shared.Meanwhile, Jonas and Hawk come face to face with what, presumably, was the last of the goblins. A mere ten feet from them, the arm which once reached out to the open exit now lays collapsed in front of the body. His weapon, and others like it, lay where they fell, clearly demonstrating that none have been through here since the awful proceedings. At his feet lay one of the rats. Judging from the state of the corpse, it is even more decomposed than the goblin. However, while the goblin has bled profusely, leaving a disgusting blackened ichor puddle, the rat lays almost cleanly upon the floor. And its form continues to retain structure, instead of breaking down and slowly flattening out as one might expect, given sufficient time.Across the chamber, the same story plays out time and time again. The goblin remains are behaving as one might expect the dead to do. The rats.... are not.All the while, Cruendithas and Wahyu continue to forge ahead along the right wall, already halfway across the room. The stale air is silent but for the soft sounds of their footfalls--only audible to the sharpest of ears.[sblock=Jonas]Decomposing while retaining structure and functionality is one of the hallmarks of the undead. What seems a likely conclusion to others is nearly an assured truth to you.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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