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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 933500" data-attributes="member: 8222"><Retro>Midnight fang and the Bas-Relief Staring at the Door brings a  series of emotins to Sellenais' mind. First elation at such a place where Fiends obviously hold sway, the scene showing winged forms capering in glee and stabbing at the tortured souls writhing in flame-filled Pits. A massive Fiend holds Court over all,as his lessers do his bidding. The Fiends begin to move and those trapped to writhe about, as if they were alive...Then a feeling of longing takes hold of her, longing to sample the pleasures of complete indulgence in her superiority over those trapped.Thirdly, the inkling in the back of her mind that she only need open the door and she could join in the fun...The huge Fiend in the Bas-Relief turns it's head and looks right out of the metal into Sellanais' eyes...Open the Door. Midnigh Fang is jolted out of her reverie by Valrack, who pokes her in the shoulder with his staff.'Trap not, get yourself, Half-Elf...that Magic strong and Foolish to toy with. The Necromancer then moves down the Hallway.As she departs, Sellanais feels the Fiend's eyes upon her again, though when she looks back, the scene is as it was when she first looked upon it.Nearly an hour to the minute after the Troll departed the room, the Door opens and the massive Troll again stands before you all.'The Madam will see you now, follow me.' Leading the way, the troll moves off down the Hall again, which seems to have grown even more immense since last you saw it.For a full three minutes you walk, passing doors on either side and several passages leading off into other parts of the 'Cottage'/ Finally the Troll stops at a set of Double-Doors, pausing to retrieve his Keyring. Lifting yet another Silver Key, he inserts and opens the door.The Troll waves you in, as he announces in a booming double voice 'Envoys from Fell Lord Zuregath, may his Scales remain the Blood Red of his bloodiest foes, may his Wings blot out the Sun, May his Fire be kindled amongst the Cities of the Elves funtil every last trace of Elven Blood is eradicated from the World.' The Left-Head leers at Sellanais at this, his fangs dripping long stringy saliva.The Chamber is a large affair, ceilings vaulting even higher than the Hall that you have just exited. the smell of incense and burning peat permeates the room, as well as the underlying smell of fresh blood.Standing against the far wall are near two dozen Beings, the Ogre that you saw in the anti-chamber, as well as the Orc and Bugbear. Several more Orcs, Hobgoblins and even a Hill Giant.Some have their mouths sewn shut, while others have digits removed from hands, one has a sewn shut eye, another an arm seemingly stitched to his side...A Throne of bones stands upon a dais at the far end of the room, though the bones are all very small...the bones of Children, the young of many races visible in the jumble of bones.Gargoyles peer from along a ledge, hissing and snarling at you, and in the Darkness behind the throne Something even Darker stops it's movements, taking note of you.Standing there, you all feel rather uncomfortable, not merely because there are so many creatures with you as their focus of attention. In Myrach such was often the case, where one might have to give a report to a Dragon for instance...No, the feeling that trickles into your brains (even the slow moving brain of Bargo) is that they look at you as if they expect something of you.'Greetings,Ogre Durgo, Champion of Zuregath,and Bargo,Son of the great Durgo, though you are great in your own way, I suspect...Goblins Wekerak, fastest Wolfrider in Zuregath's Horde, and Valrack...Delver into things best left alone, but irresistably Delicious,Yenoghu's Favored Kurg, Sellenais,Daughter of a maligned yet wickedly superior Heritage. What brings you to my Humble Cottage,eh?' Standing before you, not twenty feet away, where nothing was before is a creature...you mind boggles at her form, for it constantly shifts, Painfully beautiful Maiden,to a massively muscled female Ogre Warior, to an Elven Sorceress, to a hideously Ugly Harridan, more foul than any troll, to a Draconian Maid resplendant in black scales to an impossibly Voluptuous Giantess. This last form stays, the creature standing some twelve feet tall. Blue-black skin covers her body, her eyes slitted yellow. her hair a long mass on tangled green <looking somewhat like the branches of a Weeping Willow>. The Hag , for surely she must be the Hag, smiles..showing row after row of tiny sharp teeth, like a Shark. Smoothing her pale yellow shift, for she barely wears a stitch, so sheer and small is her dress,the Hag smiles again, waving you all closer. 'What can I do for you all,hmm? The Legion does not come into my Demnesse, so that I have aided you with already.I opened a Path for you to my Cottage, so that too was a Gift, for else you might have ended your days very Badly.There are things in this Morass that do not recognize even My Authority, or that of my Sisters, yet on my Path, they leave you alone. And lastly, I am prepared to offer you what you most desperately want: A Way home to Myrach, past the legions.Unless you would rather stay here and serve me...I assure you that the Rewards for such are exquisite.' Looking about, you see a look of unbridled lust in the eyesof some ofthe Hag's servants, whilst others have a look of terror upon their faces. The Hag continues 'These gifts,already given and as of yet to be given are Yours. I merely ask a small favor of you.A trivial thing, really...' The Hag awaits your response.</blockquote>

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