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<blockquote data-quote="Altalazar" data-source="post: 3631296" data-attributes="member: 939"><p>Arkhandus, AnonymousOne, thanks for the sentiments. It is always nice to know someone reads and appreciates these!</p><p></p><p>And now, without further ado, the next installment...</p><p></p><p></p><p>Book XVI</p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chatper Two-Hundred Eleven – Research, Rumors, and Real Estate</p><p></p><p> The first thing we did with the cash was pay for replacements for the weapons destroyed by the huge creatures of the night. That left us less than 20,000 gold coins left. We then sold a strand of prayer beads for just over 90,000 coins, and then divided the money up, giving over 20,000 coins for each of us. </p><p> From what we found, I acquired a cloak that improved my social standing and a periapt that improved Higgins’ wisdom, something he already blessed with. </p><p> The King asked me to stay in the capitol for one night because Poseidon was having a VIP visitor, though he did not say who it was. I then returned to Poseidon’s tower the next day and Poseidon told me someone named Master Annada had stayed with him. </p><p> I spend the next several weeks working on researching my new mind ability, something never before seen, a mind power specially suited for my needs. I used Poseidon’s lab for my research. I’m sure I’ll eventually be sharing the power with him, though as it stands, he owes me some power sharing of his own when he gets the chance. </p><p> As the weeks went by, I also heard various rumors in the streets and at the Cusp of the Sunrise. Most of them were probably false, particularly the ones about myself. Apparently I’m engaged to be married to one of Poseidon’s followers. Funny how I was the last to find out. Crystal is my only current consort, and she is nobody’s follower. </p><p> There were rumors of a new eruption of Cauldron’s crater coming, but that was mostly the whispered fear of traumatized citizens. The reality was that real estate was being bought up rather quickly by out of Cauldron interests, which is always a good sign. Foreign investment in such numbers is a strong sign of economic recovery. I contributed to that myself by purchasing a plot of land for myself near the Cusp of the Sunrise, in the most expensive part of town, at the upper ridge of the crater, where the sulfur smell is softest and where the view of the entire city is best. There was a structure on there already, but it was damaged by the eruption and was not part of my plans, so I had my astral construct help tear it down. </p><p> The plot cost me only 100,000 pieces of gold. That left me 400,000 gold to invest in construction, though I may be taking on additional projects later. The funds were courtesy of the King, who appreciated my noble help in the recent uncovering of the plot against the Kingdom. I was promised more funds later, if all goes well. By the time my research was nearing completion, my plans were ready. A momumental structure, dedicated to the law and to myself will be built there. My plot is only two hundred feet by sixty feet, but the sky is the limit. </p><p> I heard additional rumors as the weeks progressed. One that may be true is that the King was forming either a Kudeam or an El-Kadeam (or both?) A Kudeam is a royal adventuring company. An El-Kadeam is a royal adventuring company that admits members only after a fight to the death. I left further inquiry into either for another day. </p><p> The most interesting rumor I heard is not a rumor at all, but simple truth. Ee is going to be a father. Maxine is the mother. Ee is unaware of this as of now; in fact, he is still unaware that Maxine is in town. But he soon will be enlightened. </p><p> I had a few errands to take care of in between my research and building plans. I took three trips back to my future barony over three months in order to renew my control of his two servants. Soon enough, I will return for my final trip out there, to test my newly crafted discipline. </p><p> Speaking of that, my research is complete. I am almost ready to try it, though I wish to do one more test of the power in the lab before using it in the open. I was discussing this with Posiedon, on a day exactly three months after the encounter in the Haunted Village, when there was a loud explosion in the distance and we felt the ground beneath Poseidon’s tower shudder. </p><p></p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter Two-Hundred Twelve – Where’s the fire?</p><p></p><p> At first I wondered if the volcano was erupting, but that was quickly disabused when I realized it was just a single warehouse that was on fire. Poseidon created a teleportation circle and then quickly stepped into it. Higgins and I followed behind him. We emerged a few dozen paces from the fire. The faint sound of screams for help could be heard over the crackling flames. </p><p> Poseidon ran forward into the flames. I followed closely behind him, my constant elemental protections shielding me from harm. I began searching for the source of the screams, though the thickness of the fire made me wonder if I would just find a well-cooked corpse. </p><p> Then I heard screams over the mindlink. And I heard “Higgins!” shouted by Morwen. Apparently something rather bad had happened. Poseidon confirmed it. He found the source of the screams – an enchanted rock. We both headed back out into the street. </p><p> What I saw once clear of the smoke confirmed my fears. Higgins’s corpse was laying in the street, surrounded by a dozen chain demons. I guess they skipped over the whole “attempting to hire us with plans to betray us later” routine and just decided to ambush us from the start. Well, at least they were upfront about it. </p><p> I ran straight over to Higgins’s corpse and quickly pressed my hand to his chest. It had been only moments since he died, so I was able to pull his breath back into his body. I pulled from his mind what had happened. He was standing in the street when a dozen demons covered in chains burst out of a building and ran and surrounded him, Marcus, Morwen, and Tuvstarr. Then from nowhere, a volley of at least 20 magic missiles slammed into him, followed quickly by 20 more, ending his life. </p><p> Higgins first action was to make himself vanish from sight. He was alive again, but barely, and so he decided it was best not to be such an obvious target. Looking to the sky, he also noted that we were encased in a green sphere of magic, probably something to prevent escape by teleportation. Not that I was going anywhere without Higgins.</p><p> Tuvstarr acted next, and hit the center demon with a blast of lightning that then arced to all the rest of them. The middle demon was left a smoking corpse and the other 11 looked half-dead from the blast. That was the last good news for a while. </p><p> Apparently the invisibility did not help Higgins. He was again hit with 20 more magic missiles from nowhere, followed by a blast of hostile lightning that then arced to the rest of us. I was unable to move out of the way, but needn’t have bothered. It did not penetrate my elemental protection. Unfortunately, Higgins need not have bothered, either, since the first of the 20 magic missiles was probably enough to kill him by itself. The lightning bolt was just a wasted effort on his behalf. Tired of this, I reached my mind up to the sphere of green that surrounded the area and then ripped it to shreds and dispersed its magic back to the ether. I then picked Higgins still invisible form up and transported to a place of safety some distance away. He would no longer be a target for the common street thugs who had ambushed us. </p><p> </p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter Two-Hundred Thirteen – A brief respite before returning to the inferno</p><p></p><p> I quickly returned breath to Higgins’s body, and then Higgins was kind enough to place enchantments of protection on me while I prepped myself more thoroughly for a fight, splitting my mind, protecting my body, and then planning my return. </p><p> With my next thought, I was in the street behind the warehouse, which was now half extinguished by a huge elemental of water that was slowly working its way to the remaining demons. The friendly, invisible mages continued their work, sending volleys of magic missiles to new targets. I gathered from Tuvstarr’s mind that she had seen this before – or rather had NOT seen this before. Our assailants must have been protected by dust of disappearance. Expensive stuff, particularly when spread out to so many foes. Someone spent seirous money on this ambush. Looking back at the fire, I wondered if they were also engaging in insurance fraud to cover the costs. Then again, I reminded myself, Cauldron’s law system was primitive enough that they might not even use insurance. Sometimes I missed Desbury. </p><p></p><p> Sir Corzodo – Chapter Two-Hundred Fourteen – Ambush Denoument and a New Proposal</p><p></p><p> My companions finished off the (probably summoned) demons, and then the fire was out. Our would-be ambushers were gone. I guess that dust does not last very long. I went to talk to the citizens of Cauldron in the area afterwards and discovered that many of them had seen the preparations. Non-descript humans dressed in regular clothes were seen holding wands before vanishing from sight, and were later seen to appear from nowhere before running off. </p><p> Further inquiry led us to discover that the attackers were probably members of the Brawlers, the owners of the secret arena we had uncovered. Given the power of the magic used against us, I was more convinced than ever that Tuvstarr’s twin sister Sigrid was responsible. Later private conversation with Poseidon confirmed this. </p><p> “I think Sigrid is responsible too,” he told me. “But Tuvstarr simply can’t accept that her sister could do evil.” </p><p> I understood what he meant. Almost all of my guilty criminal clients had ready supplies of relatives and friends who all genuinely believed them innocent. Mothers, in particular, seemed to be in denial. Of course, since actual convictions also had nothing to do with innocence or guilt, but instead how well connected (or not) the defendant was, I suppose none of it really mattered. But in Tuvstarr’s case, it did matter, because she was apparently the only one who knew where Sigrid was. </p><p> “I have no idea where she is,” Poseidon told me. “Only Tuvstarr can contact her.” Wonderful. We might as well ask a mother to turn in her children. “But we have something else to discuss,” continued Poseidon. “I have consulted with Tuvstarr and others and we have determined why the Haunted Village is haunted. There is an artifact there of immense power called the Necrotic Cradle that both attracts undead and prevents teleportation. That is the source of the trouble there.”</p><p> “What does it do?” I asked.</p><p> “It allows one to literally reshape one’s existence. All choices you have made in your life can be rechosen. Even choices you have not made, such as your race or gender, can be altered by the device. The only catch is that it can be done but once and that it is in the center of the disturbance because it IS the disturbance. I plan on going there for myself. I don’t know if I can make it on my own, so I ask you and your companions to accompany me. We can all benefit from the cradle.”</p><p> From reading the mind of Kyrnyn deep down, I knew he would be interested in this in particular. He has made many bad choices in his life that he wishes could have been different. This is his ultimate chance. I did not know what benefit it would have for me, given that my choices in life have all been excellent, but perhaps a few minor alterations would be fun, just for novelty’s sake. </p><p> I gathered my companions and we set out the next day for the cradle. </p><p></p><p> </p><p> Sir Cordozo – Chapter Two-Hundred Fifteen – Cave entrance leads to Zigguraut.</p><p></p><p> We teleported to the edge of the area near the Haunted Village, then walked and searched the grounds, all during the daylight. It did not take long for us to find a cave with a door constructed at its mouth. Higgins gave Morwen some divinely inspired agility to aid with her search for hidden devices or ambush, but she still found nothing. While we pondered the door, Poseidon pulled out his portable hole and made an opening through the door so we could venture inside. We found stairs spiraling downward. </p><p> Our descent took over twenty minutes and led us to a huge cavern that had, at its center, a massive Zigguraut. This was clearly where we were supposed to go. Six entrances at various levels were apparent on the side facing us. One of Poseidon’s companions named Kerrick offered to scout around its base in the plane of Shadows, but quickly returned when he said that he saw hundreds of shadowy creatures orbiting the Zigguraut in that plane and that they started to turn their attention to him. We had a brief discussion about where the cradle might be. </p><p> “The Zigguraut itself is where the graves are stored that attracted the necromancer to this area,” said Tuvstarr, “So it seems unlikely that the cradle would be there, and yet the undead circle it, so it seems most likely that what we seek lies somewhere inside.” </p><p> “Yes,” said Marcus, “perhaps it is underneath it. We should take the lowest entrance and start from there.” </p><p> I agreed, mostly because I did not have information to do otherwise, though I wondered if the top would be the place because that would be where the fewest tombs would be in a given floor, making it likely the place for the bodies of the noble dead. </p><p> As we walked toward the massive structure, Tuvstarr and Marcus filled us in on what they knew of the legend of the Necrotic Cradle. Apparently there was a famous paladin turned infamous vampire who sought it ought, seeking his own redemption. He actually managed to reach the place and restored himself to his former self. His name was Tanis Silverwright. </p><p> Unfortunately for Tanis, all did not end well. His companions of the time, who were as evil as he had formerly been, chose not to redeem themselves. Tanis was thus denied absolution from his own church for his failure to hunt down his former allies in evil. He ended his days a broken man, a drunkard, who never completed his task and never obtained the absolution he so desperately sought. As Tuvstarr recounted this, I wondered to myself why anyone would ever want to be a paladin in the first place. So many restrictions on what you can do, and unlike a restriction in a contract, there was not much compensation offered. And it seemed that so many met such horrible ends. When, exactly, does one ever hear a story about a paladin that does not involve either the paladin becoming evil or the paladin dying some horrible death at the end? Lawyers may be universally despised, but they also live well and don’t tend to end up in tombs. I looked around at the bodies in the Zigguraut as I wondered just how I ended up here. </p><p> Tuvstarr continued her tale, telling us of a half-elf monk companion of the paladin’s that is said to stalk this area still, refusing to seek absolution and apparently refusing to leave. There was also supposed to be a guardian, a living contstruct known as an Inevitable. I tried my best to keep the few dozen puns that popped into my mind upon hearing the name, but I was not successful. What Tuvstarr could tell us about its weaknesses was that it was vulnerable to chaotic weapons, it was relatively slow on reflexes, but not much else. </p><p> The story over, I started to look closely at the tombs around us inside the Zigguraut. They were stacked three high in the lowest level and the level was quite huge. Each body was labeled in some ancient language that Tuvstarr could read without trouble. I suspect Higgins could as well, but I did not bother to ask him. I was much more interested in the fact that all of the thousands of bodies seemed to be moving. Wonderful. Now why was a lawyer in here again?</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Altalazar, post: 3631296, member: 939"] Arkhandus, AnonymousOne, thanks for the sentiments. It is always nice to know someone reads and appreciates these! And now, without further ado, the next installment... Book XVI Sir Cordozo – Chatper Two-Hundred Eleven – Research, Rumors, and Real Estate The first thing we did with the cash was pay for replacements for the weapons destroyed by the huge creatures of the night. That left us less than 20,000 gold coins left. We then sold a strand of prayer beads for just over 90,000 coins, and then divided the money up, giving over 20,000 coins for each of us. From what we found, I acquired a cloak that improved my social standing and a periapt that improved Higgins’ wisdom, something he already blessed with. The King asked me to stay in the capitol for one night because Poseidon was having a VIP visitor, though he did not say who it was. I then returned to Poseidon’s tower the next day and Poseidon told me someone named Master Annada had stayed with him. I spend the next several weeks working on researching my new mind ability, something never before seen, a mind power specially suited for my needs. I used Poseidon’s lab for my research. I’m sure I’ll eventually be sharing the power with him, though as it stands, he owes me some power sharing of his own when he gets the chance. As the weeks went by, I also heard various rumors in the streets and at the Cusp of the Sunrise. Most of them were probably false, particularly the ones about myself. Apparently I’m engaged to be married to one of Poseidon’s followers. Funny how I was the last to find out. Crystal is my only current consort, and she is nobody’s follower. There were rumors of a new eruption of Cauldron’s crater coming, but that was mostly the whispered fear of traumatized citizens. The reality was that real estate was being bought up rather quickly by out of Cauldron interests, which is always a good sign. Foreign investment in such numbers is a strong sign of economic recovery. I contributed to that myself by purchasing a plot of land for myself near the Cusp of the Sunrise, in the most expensive part of town, at the upper ridge of the crater, where the sulfur smell is softest and where the view of the entire city is best. There was a structure on there already, but it was damaged by the eruption and was not part of my plans, so I had my astral construct help tear it down. The plot cost me only 100,000 pieces of gold. That left me 400,000 gold to invest in construction, though I may be taking on additional projects later. The funds were courtesy of the King, who appreciated my noble help in the recent uncovering of the plot against the Kingdom. I was promised more funds later, if all goes well. By the time my research was nearing completion, my plans were ready. A momumental structure, dedicated to the law and to myself will be built there. My plot is only two hundred feet by sixty feet, but the sky is the limit. I heard additional rumors as the weeks progressed. One that may be true is that the King was forming either a Kudeam or an El-Kadeam (or both?) A Kudeam is a royal adventuring company. An El-Kadeam is a royal adventuring company that admits members only after a fight to the death. I left further inquiry into either for another day. The most interesting rumor I heard is not a rumor at all, but simple truth. Ee is going to be a father. Maxine is the mother. Ee is unaware of this as of now; in fact, he is still unaware that Maxine is in town. But he soon will be enlightened. I had a few errands to take care of in between my research and building plans. I took three trips back to my future barony over three months in order to renew my control of his two servants. Soon enough, I will return for my final trip out there, to test my newly crafted discipline. Speaking of that, my research is complete. I am almost ready to try it, though I wish to do one more test of the power in the lab before using it in the open. I was discussing this with Posiedon, on a day exactly three months after the encounter in the Haunted Village, when there was a loud explosion in the distance and we felt the ground beneath Poseidon’s tower shudder. Sir Cordozo – Chapter Two-Hundred Twelve – Where’s the fire? At first I wondered if the volcano was erupting, but that was quickly disabused when I realized it was just a single warehouse that was on fire. Poseidon created a teleportation circle and then quickly stepped into it. Higgins and I followed behind him. We emerged a few dozen paces from the fire. The faint sound of screams for help could be heard over the crackling flames. Poseidon ran forward into the flames. I followed closely behind him, my constant elemental protections shielding me from harm. I began searching for the source of the screams, though the thickness of the fire made me wonder if I would just find a well-cooked corpse. Then I heard screams over the mindlink. And I heard “Higgins!” shouted by Morwen. Apparently something rather bad had happened. Poseidon confirmed it. He found the source of the screams – an enchanted rock. We both headed back out into the street. What I saw once clear of the smoke confirmed my fears. Higgins’s corpse was laying in the street, surrounded by a dozen chain demons. I guess they skipped over the whole “attempting to hire us with plans to betray us later” routine and just decided to ambush us from the start. Well, at least they were upfront about it. I ran straight over to Higgins’s corpse and quickly pressed my hand to his chest. It had been only moments since he died, so I was able to pull his breath back into his body. I pulled from his mind what had happened. He was standing in the street when a dozen demons covered in chains burst out of a building and ran and surrounded him, Marcus, Morwen, and Tuvstarr. Then from nowhere, a volley of at least 20 magic missiles slammed into him, followed quickly by 20 more, ending his life. Higgins first action was to make himself vanish from sight. He was alive again, but barely, and so he decided it was best not to be such an obvious target. Looking to the sky, he also noted that we were encased in a green sphere of magic, probably something to prevent escape by teleportation. Not that I was going anywhere without Higgins. Tuvstarr acted next, and hit the center demon with a blast of lightning that then arced to all the rest of them. The middle demon was left a smoking corpse and the other 11 looked half-dead from the blast. That was the last good news for a while. Apparently the invisibility did not help Higgins. He was again hit with 20 more magic missiles from nowhere, followed by a blast of hostile lightning that then arced to the rest of us. I was unable to move out of the way, but needn’t have bothered. It did not penetrate my elemental protection. Unfortunately, Higgins need not have bothered, either, since the first of the 20 magic missiles was probably enough to kill him by itself. The lightning bolt was just a wasted effort on his behalf. Tired of this, I reached my mind up to the sphere of green that surrounded the area and then ripped it to shreds and dispersed its magic back to the ether. I then picked Higgins still invisible form up and transported to a place of safety some distance away. He would no longer be a target for the common street thugs who had ambushed us. Sir Cordozo – Chapter Two-Hundred Thirteen – A brief respite before returning to the inferno I quickly returned breath to Higgins’s body, and then Higgins was kind enough to place enchantments of protection on me while I prepped myself more thoroughly for a fight, splitting my mind, protecting my body, and then planning my return. With my next thought, I was in the street behind the warehouse, which was now half extinguished by a huge elemental of water that was slowly working its way to the remaining demons. The friendly, invisible mages continued their work, sending volleys of magic missiles to new targets. I gathered from Tuvstarr’s mind that she had seen this before – or rather had NOT seen this before. Our assailants must have been protected by dust of disappearance. Expensive stuff, particularly when spread out to so many foes. Someone spent seirous money on this ambush. Looking back at the fire, I wondered if they were also engaging in insurance fraud to cover the costs. Then again, I reminded myself, Cauldron’s law system was primitive enough that they might not even use insurance. Sometimes I missed Desbury. Sir Corzodo – Chapter Two-Hundred Fourteen – Ambush Denoument and a New Proposal My companions finished off the (probably summoned) demons, and then the fire was out. Our would-be ambushers were gone. I guess that dust does not last very long. I went to talk to the citizens of Cauldron in the area afterwards and discovered that many of them had seen the preparations. Non-descript humans dressed in regular clothes were seen holding wands before vanishing from sight, and were later seen to appear from nowhere before running off. Further inquiry led us to discover that the attackers were probably members of the Brawlers, the owners of the secret arena we had uncovered. Given the power of the magic used against us, I was more convinced than ever that Tuvstarr’s twin sister Sigrid was responsible. Later private conversation with Poseidon confirmed this. “I think Sigrid is responsible too,” he told me. “But Tuvstarr simply can’t accept that her sister could do evil.” I understood what he meant. Almost all of my guilty criminal clients had ready supplies of relatives and friends who all genuinely believed them innocent. Mothers, in particular, seemed to be in denial. Of course, since actual convictions also had nothing to do with innocence or guilt, but instead how well connected (or not) the defendant was, I suppose none of it really mattered. But in Tuvstarr’s case, it did matter, because she was apparently the only one who knew where Sigrid was. “I have no idea where she is,” Poseidon told me. “Only Tuvstarr can contact her.” Wonderful. We might as well ask a mother to turn in her children. “But we have something else to discuss,” continued Poseidon. “I have consulted with Tuvstarr and others and we have determined why the Haunted Village is haunted. There is an artifact there of immense power called the Necrotic Cradle that both attracts undead and prevents teleportation. That is the source of the trouble there.” “What does it do?” I asked. “It allows one to literally reshape one’s existence. All choices you have made in your life can be rechosen. Even choices you have not made, such as your race or gender, can be altered by the device. The only catch is that it can be done but once and that it is in the center of the disturbance because it IS the disturbance. I plan on going there for myself. I don’t know if I can make it on my own, so I ask you and your companions to accompany me. We can all benefit from the cradle.” From reading the mind of Kyrnyn deep down, I knew he would be interested in this in particular. He has made many bad choices in his life that he wishes could have been different. This is his ultimate chance. I did not know what benefit it would have for me, given that my choices in life have all been excellent, but perhaps a few minor alterations would be fun, just for novelty’s sake. I gathered my companions and we set out the next day for the cradle. Sir Cordozo – Chapter Two-Hundred Fifteen – Cave entrance leads to Zigguraut. We teleported to the edge of the area near the Haunted Village, then walked and searched the grounds, all during the daylight. It did not take long for us to find a cave with a door constructed at its mouth. Higgins gave Morwen some divinely inspired agility to aid with her search for hidden devices or ambush, but she still found nothing. While we pondered the door, Poseidon pulled out his portable hole and made an opening through the door so we could venture inside. We found stairs spiraling downward. Our descent took over twenty minutes and led us to a huge cavern that had, at its center, a massive Zigguraut. This was clearly where we were supposed to go. Six entrances at various levels were apparent on the side facing us. One of Poseidon’s companions named Kerrick offered to scout around its base in the plane of Shadows, but quickly returned when he said that he saw hundreds of shadowy creatures orbiting the Zigguraut in that plane and that they started to turn their attention to him. We had a brief discussion about where the cradle might be. “The Zigguraut itself is where the graves are stored that attracted the necromancer to this area,” said Tuvstarr, “So it seems unlikely that the cradle would be there, and yet the undead circle it, so it seems most likely that what we seek lies somewhere inside.” “Yes,” said Marcus, “perhaps it is underneath it. We should take the lowest entrance and start from there.” I agreed, mostly because I did not have information to do otherwise, though I wondered if the top would be the place because that would be where the fewest tombs would be in a given floor, making it likely the place for the bodies of the noble dead. As we walked toward the massive structure, Tuvstarr and Marcus filled us in on what they knew of the legend of the Necrotic Cradle. Apparently there was a famous paladin turned infamous vampire who sought it ought, seeking his own redemption. He actually managed to reach the place and restored himself to his former self. His name was Tanis Silverwright. Unfortunately for Tanis, all did not end well. His companions of the time, who were as evil as he had formerly been, chose not to redeem themselves. Tanis was thus denied absolution from his own church for his failure to hunt down his former allies in evil. He ended his days a broken man, a drunkard, who never completed his task and never obtained the absolution he so desperately sought. As Tuvstarr recounted this, I wondered to myself why anyone would ever want to be a paladin in the first place. So many restrictions on what you can do, and unlike a restriction in a contract, there was not much compensation offered. And it seemed that so many met such horrible ends. When, exactly, does one ever hear a story about a paladin that does not involve either the paladin becoming evil or the paladin dying some horrible death at the end? Lawyers may be universally despised, but they also live well and don’t tend to end up in tombs. I looked around at the bodies in the Zigguraut as I wondered just how I ended up here. Tuvstarr continued her tale, telling us of a half-elf monk companion of the paladin’s that is said to stalk this area still, refusing to seek absolution and apparently refusing to leave. There was also supposed to be a guardian, a living contstruct known as an Inevitable. I tried my best to keep the few dozen puns that popped into my mind upon hearing the name, but I was not successful. What Tuvstarr could tell us about its weaknesses was that it was vulnerable to chaotic weapons, it was relatively slow on reflexes, but not much else. The story over, I started to look closely at the tombs around us inside the Zigguraut. They were stacked three high in the lowest level and the level was quite huge. Each body was labeled in some ancient language that Tuvstarr could read without trouble. I suspect Higgins could as well, but I did not bother to ask him. I was much more interested in the fact that all of the thousands of bodies seemed to be moving. Wonderful. Now why was a lawyer in here again? [/QUOTE]
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