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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6658338" data-attributes="member: 6696971">A terrible vision of an aberrant horror assails your mind's eye.&nbsp; Psychic backlash overwhelms you momentarily as you behold a dark, bulbous mass with many glowing red eyes.&nbsp; Eyes from another dimension that can see you through the momentary rift caused when you reach into the spellstorm and tear at the binding arcane fabric that separates this world from the next and all the others.You disappear from sight as your invisibility takes hold.&nbsp; The involuntary tremors that wracked your mind and seized your form slowly cease as the material world before you comes back into focus.At the site of the carnage, the two remaining warlocks seem alarmed.&nbsp; They immediately stop their sifting through the debris and stand.&nbsp; One of them loudly imparts &quot;There are enemies in our midst...&quot;&nbsp; Without a word of command, the ten men-at-arms rush outward and form up ranks, two-by-two they set up 5 mini-phalanxes as a protective perimeter.&nbsp; The two spellcasters climb the debris and begin invoking their patrons.&nbsp; A field of rubbery black tentacles begins to emerge and spread from just in front of the men-at-arms outward some thirty feet, making a secondary perimeter.&nbsp; The other caster seems to summon a sensor from the end of its staff.&nbsp; A field of divination appears, its form resembling that of the Far Realm fetish they carry and the image you saw in your moment of psychic backlash.&nbsp; He peers through it intensely.What are you guys doing?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6658338, member: 6696971"] A terrible vision of an aberrant horror assails your mind's eye. Psychic backlash overwhelms you momentarily as you behold a dark, bulbous mass with many glowing red eyes. Eyes from another dimension that can see you through the momentary rift caused when you reach into the spellstorm and tear at the binding arcane fabric that separates this world from the next and all the others. You disappear from sight as your invisibility takes hold. The involuntary tremors that wracked your mind and seized your form slowly cease as the material world before you comes back into focus. At the site of the carnage, the two remaining warlocks seem alarmed. They immediately stop their sifting through the debris and stand. One of them loudly imparts "There are enemies in our midst..." Without a word of command, the ten men-at-arms rush outward and form up ranks, two-by-two they set up 5 mini-phalanxes as a protective perimeter. The two spellcasters climb the debris and begin invoking their patrons. A field of rubbery black tentacles begins to emerge and spread from just in front of the men-at-arms outward some thirty feet, making a secondary perimeter. The other caster seems to summon a sensor from the end of its staff. A field of divination appears, its form resembling that of the Far Realm fetish they carry and the image you saw in your moment of psychic backlash. He peers through it intensely. What are you guys doing? [/QUOTE]

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