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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 3122752" data-attributes="member: 9255">THE CREATION SCHEMASEGMENT 27209/09/06“ALBANY GAMEDAY- Xen’drik PART X”“Quiet 241.  We are not alone!” admonishes Lennington in a harsh whisper.“But my boulder…”   SHEESH!The warforged fighter stares at the cleric with no emotion visible on its metallic face.Filzer, the ranger crouches and crawls into the thick mist just as it reaches the forest once more.There is a sudden burst of activity then silence.“I figure it is the Drow.” Says the Zilargo spy gnome known as Talina as she pulls out her twin small sized rapiers.“Perhaps If I caste ARRRGH!”  A short spear bursts through his thigh.Talina begins to swings open and broad swings around her as one would in a training exercise.  Using the few words she has been is Drow for I mean no harm she calls out   “- Take the little one first- “.Jenner has managed to climb to the surface of the rocky structure that the temple is built on and spots several dark figures searching the grounds.  “Uh-oh.”“Tarmac- we have company….”  She quietly says.He answers with a scream of pain and surprise.The halfling looks into the darkness then back to the where the figures were.  They are gone.  He looks down and sees nothing but can see the rope swinging and jerking wildly like a line to a fishing pole.  “Ah crap….” And she looks back and sees the leather boots of a humanoid and the tip of a spear leveled at her head.  “Ah crap….”Tarmac quickly drops the torch to the side of the creature and reaches for his sword.  More loops of intestines are coiling up to strike him.  He cuts himself free.  The boot is heavily damaged from digestive acids and icor.  He then begins to swing himself on the rope from one side to the other until he reaches the wall.  Here he pushes off the wall and leaps away from the mass and picks up his torch again.He looks around and sees two smaller masses of coiled guts that seems slightly different.  They are dry- not covered in ooze.  “What have we stumbled into here?”The mass shifts to find its meal again.  Suddenly there is a grunt of pain and the speared halfling falls through the darkness spell and into the mass before him.  The coils roll unto itself and swallow up the dead halfling.  Tarmac looks around and sees several places high up where the ooze may not be able to reach him.  It will be hard to climb there but he is willing to try.  Then a loud clank is heard.  Looking to the sound, he spots Lennington Storm bleeding and unconscience.  The ooze stops then begins to move to him.  Tarmac rushes around the mass easily out distancing it and picks up the heavily armored cleric in a fireman carry position.  “Why does everyone think heavy armor is awesome?” says the rogue fighter to himself.He struggles to toss the cleric into the spot he had seen and then climbs there himself.   He hopes his aura of non-detection holds up as he huddles into the corner with no torch which slowly burns still on the floor.Two dark figures slide down the rope.  The ooze stops and slowly moves away and eventually to a dark corner out of sight.The dark skinned elf with white hair steps up to a wall with small holes.  This is where the two strange looking creatures went.“Yes.  The believers were killed.  The others were saved for use.”A moment of silence.“No, the construct fled into the forest.”The drow squirms in obvious pain.“Yes…. I will hunt down the construct and destroy it.”And thus Tarmac and Lennington are witness to the beginning of the Chaos.</blockquote>

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