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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7174113" data-attributes="member: 6801229">And sometime during all this, the distant thumping, while still present, changed its cadence slightly.......Cadence, changed slightly into Can Dance.As the party slowly lowered themselves towards the basement. The thumping rhythm added bass notes and layered music that formed into Trance music. They rounded a corner. The large basement had been converted into a Trance/Dance club. Lights flashing, Hobgoblins, Skeletons, Drow and a dozen other humanoids were dancing or swaying to the music, arms in the air like they did not care. Alber't'ickle's tenticles moved of their own accord. Swaying above him and picking up the beats. He had caught the crowd's attention. His Mottled skin changing colours with each beat. He moved and swayed his way to the mixing desk at the far end, rolled a natural 20 for performance and out-mixed the kobold music mixer. His eight tentacles adding many more layers to the music. This was his place. This was his time. The Octo-thief had become a Trancemaster................... </blockquote>