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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6756308" data-attributes="member: 6777052">There was a noise. Imagine a hippopotamus eating a tray of lobsters in one go. Including the tray. That noise. Then the grue put out a huge red tongue, blinked several of its eyes and belched."I don't think this is going to work," said BoldItalic in a worried voice, bending over the focus. "The lodestone has gone martensitic. It's probably because the grue is radiating a fifth-order tensor field and div B is locally non-zero. The boundary conditions ..."Rylnethaz had not the slightest idea what the old wizard was talking about, but he understood that they were trapped between a grue and a bookcase. "Double-plus ungood, then?" he offered. (He was a well-educated elf, having studied Liberal Arts at Harvard where he majored in the novels of George Orwell and he wasn't about to be outsmarted by a mere scientist.)"What? Oh, yes, you could say that," replied BoldItalic distractedly. "What we need right now is a secret door behind this bookshelf. Are you any good at spotting them?"Before the elf could say anything, the grue started sobbing. At least, it sounded like sobbling. "Grue! Grue! Grue!" it went, very loudly and plaintively like a lost child in a shopping mall. "I think it's calling for its mother," said Rylnethaz."That thing has a mother?" exclaimed BoldItalic. "And The Mother Of All Grues might arrive at any minute? There's no time to lose, then." With that, he spent a few seconds casting a little-known cantrip of his own devising, gazed at the bookshelf for a moment, then pulled down Volumes VII, VIII and IX of Frazer's Golden Bough."Isn't that all about druids?" asked Rylnethaz."Yes, but, ..." said BoldItalic, reaching into the space behind the books, " ... Ah, got it."There was a click and a portion of wall slid open behind them, revealing a narrow flight of stone steps leading upwards, lit by flaming torches in cressets at 10ft intervals along each wall. They piled quickly through and the door closed of its own accord. Up the steps they ran, with Rylnethaz leading the way and BoldItalic close behind, clutching his staff in one hand and Volume VIII in the other.At the top of the steps, ...</blockquote>

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