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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6584341" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Remember those remorhaz tunnels from way back when?&nbsp; Yeah, those tunnels.&nbsp; And what comes with remorhaz tunnels?&nbsp; You guessed it.[HR][/HR]As Saerie and the dog dash across the frozen tundra, they leave the sound of the earth cracking and the permafrost hissing in their wake.&nbsp; The stacked boulders of glacial deposition erupts.&nbsp; From the earth explodes a huge centipede looking creature; whitish blue, a huge frill on its upper half and four insectoid antennae jutting from its face.&nbsp; Its terrifying maw and two large compound eyes hone in on one of the immature aboleths that is flung in the air from the earth eruption.&nbsp; Surely hungry from missing several meals due to the Far Realm taint &quot;stealing&quot; its natural prey, it devours the aboleth in one bite.&nbsp; The other two (including the one you gravely injured) are flung wide.&nbsp; The magical beast's exoskeleton glows with the intensity of a thousand furnaces.&nbsp; The ice and snow on the ground before it noisily protest for the briefest of moments before they are instantly turned to steam.&nbsp; Any metal weapons touching this creature will be slagged without a doubt.&nbsp; It has its mind set on more meals and begins to take off after Saerie and the (slow) old dog.[HR][/HR]1)&nbsp; Saerie, you have a gauntlet of three immature aboleths to run before you can get to Otthor.&nbsp; You've got two of them behind you moving after you (possibly more just running away from the remorhaz than anything else!).&nbsp; And of course a huge, hungry centipede that longs to eat with the power of a thousand burning suns!&nbsp; 2)&nbsp; Otthor, as you finish off the immature aboleths, the Aboleth Overseer on the ridge throws its terrifyingly long and impossibly strong tentacles your way.&nbsp; It invades your mind with &quot;...let us join...&quot;&nbsp; Its alien maw seems to smile.&nbsp; If it had a tongue, it might lick its nonexistent lips.&nbsp; The one nearest you (IA8) moves to engage you while the two on the far end of the long moraine collect themselves from their &quot;dragon flinging&quot; and begin to navigate the rocky slope in a northerly course (toward your position).3)&nbsp; The mighty white dragon and the powerful aboleths are locked in deadly battle.&nbsp; Their staggering mucus haze seems to be wearing down even on his incredible fortitude.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6584341, member: 6696971"] Remember those remorhaz tunnels from way back when? Yeah, those tunnels. And what comes with remorhaz tunnels? You guessed it. [HR][/HR] As Saerie and the dog dash across the frozen tundra, they leave the sound of the earth cracking and the permafrost hissing in their wake. The stacked boulders of glacial deposition erupts. From the earth explodes a huge centipede looking creature; whitish blue, a huge frill on its upper half and four insectoid antennae jutting from its face. Its terrifying maw and two large compound eyes hone in on one of the immature aboleths that is flung in the air from the earth eruption. Surely hungry from missing several meals due to the Far Realm taint "stealing" its natural prey, it devours the aboleth in one bite. The other two (including the one you gravely injured) are flung wide. The magical beast's exoskeleton glows with the intensity of a thousand furnaces. The ice and snow on the ground before it noisily protest for the briefest of moments before they are instantly turned to steam. Any metal weapons touching this creature will be slagged without a doubt. It has its mind set on more meals and begins to take off after Saerie and the (slow) old dog. [HR][/HR] 1) Saerie, you have a gauntlet of three immature aboleths to run before you can get to Otthor. You've got two of them behind you moving after you (possibly more just running away from the remorhaz than anything else!). And of course a huge, hungry centipede that longs to eat with the power of a thousand burning suns! 2) Otthor, as you finish off the immature aboleths, the Aboleth Overseer on the ridge throws its terrifyingly long and impossibly strong tentacles your way. It invades your mind with "...let us join..." Its alien maw seems to smile. If it had a tongue, it might lick its nonexistent lips. The one nearest you (IA8) moves to engage you while the two on the far end of the long moraine collect themselves from their "dragon flinging" and begin to navigate the rocky slope in a northerly course (toward your position). 3) The mighty white dragon and the powerful aboleths are locked in deadly battle. Their staggering mucus haze seems to be wearing down even on his incredible fortitude. [/QUOTE]

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