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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rel" data-source="post: 4945445" data-attributes="member: 99">Mialain and Astavian's prayers were answered after a fashion:  Both had a sense that this was a battle that could not be won and both knew that their deities required further service from them.  The only choice was to flee.  The only option for flight was through the swirling portal of Mist on the island just outside the dragon's lair.They dashed back they way they had come, the Dracolich's counting echoing after them.  They leapt into the river running around the island and made it across (with some difficulties) to the island.  As they hurried toward the portal the shadow of the Dracolich passed overhead but they remained hidden by the Mist thus far.However a cacophony of voices, all speaking an old version of Elven, rose up before them.  A pair of blobby mounds of flesh, dotted with hundreds of eyes and mouths, blocked their way.  They attacked the abominiations as they made their way slowly toward the portal but with the Dracolich flying overhead they dared not draw too much attention to themselves or delay too long.  Finally they managed to disengage from their attackers and plunge through the entrance to another world...DISCONTINUTY...</blockquote>