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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 2088736" data-attributes="member: 99">Another snippet until later this evening:They broke camp quickly, an easy matter since there was no fire, tents or other niceties.  Speaks transformed the lot of them into avians with his Feathers spell and they began winging their way northwest giving the City a wide berth for the moment.  It was nearly midday before they were at the entrance to the Foundry.I’m getting so tired of this place, thought Lazarius.  He was beginning to long for the days when they had merely been fighting an army of undead and Dark Druids.  At least that bloody affair was conducted on his native plane of existence.They flew down into the darkness and alighted on the cold stone floor.  Speaks did some magic and light shone around him providing enough illumination for them to see. Then they took flight down the long, broad tunnel leading into the city.Although their current mode of travel was far quicker than walking it still left them tired.  They were not used to these forms and their muscles grew weary from the constant flapping of wings.  Many of them were almost eager to return to Hell where they could at least wear their own skins again.They flew past the ruined gates where they had done battle with the Ogre Guardsmen a lifetime ago and began to notice a strange smell starting to fill the air.  They did not have to wonder long at the source when moments later they found themselves at the edge of a pool of blood that stretched off into the darkness ahead.  They landed on the dry ground at the edge.Lazarius resumed his human form and stood back away from the blood.  “I guess this is as far as we go.”  His statement may have been rhetorical or not, but either way his companions could not answer.  They stood mutely and watched him with their bird eyes as he began to layer on protective magics.Nearly a minute passed with the Wizard casting spell after spell.  Marius rolled his songbird eyes in his tiny skull as Lazarius Altered himSelf into a semblance of a demon of some sort.  The Wizard looked down on the bird dismissively, “If I’ve got to go to Hell again, I’m at least going to look like a native!”  He wove one final spell about himself and turned Invisible rendering the point rather moot.The birds took this as a cue and fluttered into the space the Wizard had occupied, finding perches on his clothing.  With a final incantation they all vanished and…Were in Hell.</blockquote>

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