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<blockquote data-quote="GodOfCheese" data-source="post: 1581310" data-attributes="member: 19170">Effrem's flight, continuedEffrem wrestles roughly with his unknown assailant, who appears as nothing more than a tempest of reaching arms and nondescript clothes. The pain radiating from the back of his head is befuddling his reflexes, and it doesn’t help that his opponent’s fingers seem to sprout roots into Effrem’s flesh where they grip.&nbsp; Even when the fingers leave his body, Effrem feels strangely tainted by them, as though they’ve left seeds of evil within his skin.A harsh twist at his torso wrenches him sideways to the ground.&nbsp; He tries to cartwheel to his feet, but he can’t seem to focus through the woozy pain in his skull.&nbsp; So, instead, Effrem succeeds only in falling on his stomach, where he is flat in the disused and filthy alley.&nbsp; This corridor is dark and full of smoke.&nbsp; Effrem imagines brimstone and hellfire leaping from great ovens somewhere in the caverns beneath Millington, where infernal monsters summoned by Hask Oakenstone work tirelessly to incinerate the bodies of everyone Effrem has ever cared about.&nbsp; The smoke, he surmises, must have filtered up through the soil.&nbsp; He tries to hold his breath and, rolling over on his back, kicks his way toward a wall behind him.His adversary, a horrible demon with a hundred tentacle-like arms sprouting hands that have only thumbs for fingers, waves its arms.&nbsp; An intimidation tactic, no doubt, or perhaps it’s gloating?&nbsp; Effrem can’t see it very well because of the darkness and smoke.&nbsp; The creatures in Chorok’s maze seemed to relish the suffering of their victims, so Effrem sits up.&nbsp; He’s determined to at least go down fighting and not give the monster the satisfaction.However, he seems to have dropped his sword when the monster snatched him.&nbsp; That was the plan all along!&nbsp; The enchanted townsfolk drove him right into this creature’s waiting clutches!&nbsp; How many others must this demon have ensnared with the aid of its pet townsfolk?Sound gushes forth from the demon’s horrid maw, hidden somewhere in the smoke and darkness.&nbsp; It seems to be speaking to him, but Effrem refuses to hear the words.&nbsp; What would a demon want to say to him?&nbsp; It could only be an attempt to gloat over him, intimidate him, or worse, enslave him through some enchantment.&nbsp; That must have been how the townsfolk were co-opted!&nbsp; It’s all so clear now!&nbsp; Effrem’s fate lurches sickeningly toward him.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GodOfCheese, post: 1581310, member: 19170"] [b]Effrem's flight, continued[/b] Effrem wrestles roughly with his unknown assailant, who appears as nothing more than a tempest of reaching arms and nondescript clothes. The pain radiating from the back of his head is befuddling his reflexes, and it doesn’t help that his opponent’s fingers seem to sprout roots into Effrem’s flesh where they grip. Even when the fingers leave his body, Effrem feels strangely tainted by them, as though they’ve left seeds of evil within his skin. A harsh twist at his torso wrenches him sideways to the ground. He tries to cartwheel to his feet, but he can’t seem to focus through the woozy pain in his skull. So, instead, Effrem succeeds only in falling on his stomach, where he is flat in the disused and filthy alley. This corridor is dark and full of smoke. Effrem imagines brimstone and hellfire leaping from great ovens somewhere in the caverns beneath Millington, where infernal monsters summoned by Hask Oakenstone work tirelessly to incinerate the bodies of everyone Effrem has ever cared about. The smoke, he surmises, must have filtered up through the soil. He tries to hold his breath and, rolling over on his back, kicks his way toward a wall behind him. His adversary, a horrible demon with a hundred tentacle-like arms sprouting hands that have only thumbs for fingers, waves its arms. An intimidation tactic, no doubt, or perhaps it’s gloating? Effrem can’t see it very well because of the darkness and smoke. The creatures in Chorok’s maze seemed to relish the suffering of their victims, so Effrem sits up. He’s determined to at least go down fighting and not give the monster the satisfaction. However, he seems to have dropped his sword when the monster snatched him. That was the plan all along! The enchanted townsfolk drove him right into this creature’s waiting clutches! How many others must this demon have ensnared with the aid of its pet townsfolk? Sound gushes forth from the demon’s horrid maw, hidden somewhere in the smoke and darkness. It seems to be speaking to him, but Effrem refuses to hear the words. What would a demon want to say to him? It could only be an attempt to gloat over him, intimidate him, or worse, enslave him through some enchantment. That must have been how the townsfolk were co-opted! It’s all so clear now! Effrem’s fate lurches sickeningly toward him. [/QUOTE]

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