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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 5524307" data-attributes="member: 86320">The following is Smar's take on Session #41It is strange, thinking back on the events that happened. I have lost days of life. I am told I made a good hall ornament in that time. We entered into the mountain of Turak’s tribe. It was even worse than I had imagined. His people were completely corrupted, their minds gone, their bodies twisted. Turak led us through a back door, but the way was littered with heresies against nature. A unicorn had been butchered, its body desecrated, its horn removed; a result of a ritual designed to steal the power of the spirit world, I am told. His people had begun to raise demons made out of the gore of the dead. A door to hell had been opened. His Shaman, once a devout follower of the spirits, had allowed hell to enter into his soul. Still, all was not ill. We hunted down a massive lightning breathing dragon-like beast with more legs than an entire pack of deer. I managed to strike the killing blow, and as luck would have it, even as its body slid into the black depths bellow the platform on which we fought the beast, its head was torn off by jutting stalagmites. Its horns have made very nice trophies! And its teeth, they make nice additions to the bones tied into my hair. We also fought a minotaur larger than any I have seen before. I am told it is a type of demon, a war machine of the Abyss. It too died, along with all the corrupted who fought along its side. But then things went very wrong. There were simply too many demons defending Turak’s one-time spirit guide. First I saw the dwarf fall. Then, as I fought to try and defend my blood brother, one of the creatures breathed on me. Its breath was even more foul than the stink of corpses in the room. But, who would have guessed that its breath could turn a wolf’s fur to stone? Before I knew it I was swallowed in blackness, my last memory was that of my skin turning as hard as rock. I could only pray that my brother Ardyn would escape alive.And then I awoke. Somehow, the dwarf was still alive. I could have sworn I saw him fall! But we were in Grimsburg again. Magic, I am told, revived the fallen and undid the affliction that had suspended me as rock. It is good to move again. It is good to feel my muscles tire as I run. Soon we will head back to Hammerfest.</blockquote>

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