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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 1140540" data-attributes="member: 2795">And so the five bloods find themselves standing somewhere beyond Room Eight. The chamber is ordinary enough, but each knows they are in a secure location. One way in, one way out, and each only with the key. Sure, it would probably be possible to smash through the windowless, stone block walls to reach whatever plane lay beyond them.But that whatever could be something quite inhospitable.The aforesaid stone block walls, high and wide, supporting an arched ceiling, are covered with delightful tapestries depicting rather lewd scenes of satyrs and nymphs. Anatomical exaggeration as a recurring motif. The chamber is lit by continual flames in clear glass globes suspended by thin silver chains from the ceiling. Luxurious rugs cover most of the stone floor. The faint scent of ozone clings to the warm air, and some almost imperceptible electrical charge causes everyone's short hairs to dance.Sitting on a very large pillow behind a stout wooden table is an ettin, but both of his heads are slumped in slumber against his enormous chest. Between the two heads is a strange creature: part starfish, part crow, part monkey: obviously a symbiote of some sort, probably from a chaotic plane. The ettin's hands gesture toward five chairs arranged before the table."Please. Sit," says the ettin's sleeping left head. "Thank you for being punctual. I am called Weness, and I am the late Metatron's legal representative and executor." Giant hands shuffle through a stack of papers, selecting one scroll from the many. "You are asked here today to hear the reading of Metatron's last will and testament. Please hold your questions until I am done."The symbiote Weness cranes forward, squinting its all too human eyes, and the ettin's right head begins to speak:"I am Metatron also known as the Sorcerer-in-Blue, resident of Sigil in the Tower Basalt in the Hive, and this is my last will and testament, revoking all previous wills...."And so the droning goes for several minutes, one interminable sentence after another. Each of the five bloods are named in turn as beneficiaries, and then, finally:"...do hereby bequeath to the aforementioned beneficiaries the Tower Basalt and all the moveables therein under the provision that all of the aforementioned beneficiaries move into and reside in the Tower Basalt starting no more than one week from the day of this will's reading, and further stipulating that the Tower Basalt and all the moveables therein must be maintained in their original condition for at least three months and one week from the day of this will's reading."The ettin's hands lower the will to the table, and Weness's disturbing eyes sweep across the assembled faces.</blockquote>

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