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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 4768547" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #474] Into the Lion's Den[/PLAIN]Saelus considered his own depleted strength and the steely look onthe faces of both githyanki sergeants before reaching his decision."I appreciate you having more honor now then Akerman will ever have in his entire life but I must politely decline your offer," the war wizard said, sheathing his sabre. As Saelus reluctantly unfastened his swordbelt, the githyanki captain sneered at him."Pathetic," Perragourp growled. "You are a joke. A parody of a warrior. Nothing more."Saelus bit back on his pride and offered up his weapons to the captain. "Take care of them till I get them back, please," he said and the githyanki let out that single barking laugh again."I think you are less the brave warrior and more the fool who does not realize the situation in which he finds himself," the captain said and gestured to his warriors to seize the two interlopers.Morier, Saelus, and Akerman were manhandled through the far doors and into a corridor that was twenty feet wide, forty feet high and eighty feet long, opening ultimately into a wide entry hall with two rows of fat, stone columns running straight to another pair of heavy double doors - these made entirely of some unfamiliar gray metal. Two guards were stationed there and they banged on the doors as the group approached with its prisoners.The doors yawned open into another impressive spherical chamber that seemed almost like a smaller version of the first room they'd been in. It lacked doors opening onto the astral plane, of course, and possessed no mooring platform, but its geodesic surface was carved everywhere with intricate bas reliefs of the githyanki at war. Four doors led off the chamber at various positions and a single, ten-foot wide corridor plunged into the depths of the outpost.The prisoners were dragged to a door on the leftmost wall that let into a ten-sided chamber dominated by an enormous bat-winged throne flanked by a pair of worked columns. Each arm of the chair was carved into the shape of a snarling dragon, and a king's ransom of jewels glittered on the back of the throne. Seated there was a singular githyanki wearing elaborate filigree armor decorated with precious stones. A crimson crown seemingly made entirely of light shone on his sallow brow, its ruddy glow reflected on the edges of the numerous weapons mounted on the wall behind the chair. A huge silver greatsword of baroque design was propped casually against the arm of the throne.The githyanki prostrated themselves before this figure and forced their prisoners to bend as well until the Gisir (for who else could it be) spoke a word and all were given leave to rise. Captain Perragourp then spoke at length to the Gisir in a language that neither Morier nor Saelus could fathom. If Akerman understood the exchange, he gave no indication, but merely stared resolutely ahead into the distance."The Gisir has reached his verdict," Perragourp said after what seemed like a long time in conference with his leader. "In deference to our long-standing partnership with Memento Mori and the duplicitous nature of our encounter, he has seen fit to show leniency."Both Morier and Saelus let out a sigh of relief. Akerman, who was more familiar with the githyanki idea of lenience did not alter his demeanor."Over the next two days, there will be a trial by combat with opponents chosen by random lots," the githyanki went on. "The first two combatants will face off in mortal combat after vespers. The winner of that exchange will go on to face the third defendant after the next service following. The ultimate champion will go free.""So rules Gisir Okemocik."</blockquote>

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