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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Azten" data-source="post: 2568039" data-attributes="member: 33270">The last rumbling echoes of the mechanism fade from hearing, leaving only the silence of the empty chamber, the sarcophagus with it's contents, and Azten.He finds himself contemplating how he has come to be alone in the hallway with the yellow lantern, all of the other party members been swallowed up one at a time and taken into the floor by the mysterious metal cylinder.  If only there were some way for me to know what everyone's fate has been.  No blood, no noises other than the lift mechanism, and no signs of struggle.  If only I had paid more than perfunctory attention to the simple divinations that Mother often used in situations like this...  "Weal or Woe, Whurhak ... blah blah blah".  Now how I wished I knew just what those 'blahs' were all about.  Well, no use wailing over rusted iron.  They probably need me.His decision made, Azten waits patiently for the lift to return.  When it does, he mutters a brief prayer to Moradin, grasps his holy symbol, and enters the lift.</blockquote>