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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rolzup" data-source="post: 3106985" data-attributes="member: 10105">Life After DeathRackhir emerged from making the "Priest with Two Backs" with Tawny Portal as red in face as he was in garb.  I, cloaked as always in my own dignity,  forbore to comment. While Meiji, as I recall, snickered in a decidedly foreign fashion, and made a variety of off-color comments about the binding of feet. Fueled by disappointment, I venture to guess, that the clergy of Aja Opal-Blossom had chosen not to gather him to their collective bosoms.Metaphorical or otherwise.I questioned Rackhir about his experiences following his unfortunate murder, and he professed ignorance as to what lay beyond the Great Veil.  He  admitted to feeling somewhat enervated by the situation, and a brief examination showed that some of his animus had indeed been drained away. He also professed to feeling sleepy, and wanted, of all things, a petite cigar of the kind favored by Yeti. Most likely due to the lingering after-effects of the Bodice's magic.Having offered our gratitude, both of the intangible and of the material sort, we pried Meiji away from the priestesses and set out for the monastery.  The little fellow was delighted with himself, virtually dancing with glee, because Tawny had professed her gratitude to him for rendering Rackhir's corpse invisible.  In his eyes, this meant that she was in his debt.  Priestess or no, I found myself fearing for her very soul.At no point along the way did Rackhir speak to Meiji, or even acknowledge his presence, but his gaze...well.  I never before knew that a glare could be such an eloquent method of expression.  It spoke volumes, even though Meiji continued to burble on about trivialities all the while that Rackhir was looking daggers at him.Or...ha!...looking arrows at him.THE HILARITY NEVER STOPS.Alas, matters had continued to progress in our absence.  Upon arriving at the monastery, we found a drunken giant, a stupefied green-grocer, and a  pile of rubble where a statue had once stood.Oh, and a large hole, leading down into darkness.  A threatening, unwholesome sort of thing, it gave off an almost palpable chill even in the  bright sunlight that was flooding the courtyard.  I was myself, entirely unafraid...AS WOULD HAVE BEEN CLEAR TO ANYONE, DESPITE THE CHATTERING TEETH AND THE WHIMPERING....but I could clearly see the beads of sweat that sprung up upon Kenji's brow.  We managed to bestir King Daikon, after some violence and effort, and he told us that shortly after we had left the Tenor had apparently gone mad, and furiously smashed the statue of the Bishop into flinders.  No sooner had  this been done than Daikon found himself paralyzed by an invisible assailant.  No doubt that villainous violet-eyed Shirac, Nadir Akmad-Medhi...BURNE'S COMMAND OF THE LANGUAGE......had returned to carry out his investigation of the hidden shrine!...IS MATCHED ONLY BY HIS COMMAND OF THE OBVIOUS.By use of certain of the Engine's lenses, I was able to ascertain that a trail of thaumic radiation did indeed cross the courtyard, and enter the opening.  Only to emerge, and lead out of of the monastary gounds entirely.What had he found in the darkness below?  Well, I supposed we would have to find out.  I, as the leader of this motley crew, chose Rackhir to lead the expedition....reasoning, naturally enough, that it was unlikely that his day could get any worse.</blockquote>

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