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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1300475" data-attributes="member: 11574">Alriand stares the creature down, it's black eyes ignore the elf, and intently watch the respiration of Gothmog. Alriand looks on the ground around Gothmog, looking for her dagger that was lost when the two hit the ground. Unable to locate any weapon, Alriand turns back to the creature, only to find it has disappeared once again. Alriand scans the area, looking behind her, she sees Gothmog's body rising off the ground. Looking up Alriand sees the creature hovering in the air, black tongue licking the breeze. Alriand leaps up, and grabs a hold of Gothmog as he continues to rise. Alriand's heart pounds as she climbs onto Gothmog, and stands on his chest, looking up at the creature. Alriand clenches her fists waiting for the right moment to spring upon the beast. Alriand's elongated and supernaturally hardened nails dig into her palm, creating a small drip of blood onto Gothmog's chest. Licking her new incisors, Alriand's mouth waters with the promise of fresh blood, as she eyes the creature above her."What in Kord's name has been done to you?" Tharhack questions the man"Oh, she was beautiful, so beautiful." The man answers"Who was?" Tharhack asks"Her hair it was like a swollen sun melting on the horizon." comes the reply"This isn't getting me any nearer to helping you, how can I break your curse?" Tharhack asks"A living flame, impossible to resist. Burning me deep with every stare from her lips." The man answersTharhack grabs the man's head, "Who are you?!" Tharhack demands"I am haunted." The man replies, waits a moment and then continues "by her""Who or what put you here?" Tharhack asks getting more impatient"From the window panes, a green mist swirls, is it a shadow of reflection? This apparition in moon beams bathed. A voice like wind through trees beckons, an odor fills my presence, of a freshly dug grave and death and night. These things are her essence, she is lust incarnate." The man answers staring blankly."You were weak, and you were seduced in more ways than one. Who did you betray?" Tharhack asks"She'll invade your sleep with tumescent intentions, Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon." Comes the reply"Once again, you're not helping." Tharhack states"I hate the morning." The man answersTharhack grabs the lever"Hey! Don't touch that." The man shouts"What is this place?" Tharhack demands"Some call it the greatest treasure, others call it pure hell. Either way, when you're done reflecting, you'll be a new man. You'd probably enjoy the experience, they tried to get her to do it, but she was too quick for them. Now they stew and marinate within themselves, getting closer to the truth, but farther away from reality." The man answers"Can I help you?" Tharhack asks"In order to see you must blind the head. Only in the blackness of dark, will she come." The man respondsTharhack pulls the lever down, the doors groan in protest again, and the man screams in pain. His body is stretched to it's limit, and when the skin can no longer maintain it's composure, it tears. The sound of ripping skin echoes in the small entryway, arterial blood pumps out onto the doors and ground beneath the man, his aorta is yanked from his heart like a plug. The last bit of flesh tears off as his screams die away into silence. Tharhack walks through the shallow pool of blood, and through the opened doors.The room beyond, is shaped like a the interior of a mouth. The ceiling is ribbed shaped with a decline running the length of the ceiling from "teeth" to a ladder resting against the far wall. There are no other exits from this room, nor is there any sound."Hello?" Tharhack's voice echoes off the wallsA sound, like the scamper of little feet on stone, starts from just behind Tharhack and travels along the floor on the room above him. It sounds like the person is running, all the way to the opening above the ladder, some fifty feet from where Tharhack stands. Whatever lives here now, apparently is curious, or maybe devious. Tharhack stares at the ladder, watching for signs of movement. Watching, waiting, hoping, alone.</blockquote>

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