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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6228474" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>We managed to get to the graveyard without any mishaps. It was an open area, prominent as it was ringed with large statues. The area inside was covered in black and purple flowers.</p><p> </p><p>We all stopped and looked at this spectacle in front of us.</p><p> </p><p>Felix was looking at the statues and muttering to himself:</p><p> </p><p>“So, there’s Farlaghn and there is Heironeous; over there is Olidammara with the odd looking mask and we’ve even got Carellan Larethian; what’s he doing here? Well, he is elven I suppose……”</p><p> </p><p>Victor was ignoring the statues and looking more at the area in the middle:</p><p> </p><p>“Salubrious, any idea what those flowers are; they look quite striking and there is a lot of them.”</p><p> </p><p>The ranger looked a little startled at being addressed by his first name but then he answered:</p><p> </p><p>“Good spot, Victor. That is a mixture of Keshweed and Lotus; both of which are highly toxic. I wouldn’t advise going in there if you can help it.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim was looking at the other end of the graveyard:</p><p> </p><p>“Doubly not a great idea going in there, especially as I can feel that there are no less than thirty-two sources of evil in that place; however, there is also a mausoleum at the far end and there may be something of significance inside.”</p><p> </p><p>Felix had finished looking at the sculptures and added:</p><p> </p><p>“Don’t worry about the poison. The special food I provided this morning makes you immune to that for the time being; unless Rhuarc has managed to dissolve the effect, of course.”</p><p> </p><p>By some miracle, that was the one protection effect that seemed to have stayed on everyone.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim looked at the mausoleum a little longer and then murmured:</p><p> </p><p>“So, how are we going to do this?”</p><p> </p><p>John grinned and replied:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, if the flowers are not going to affect me, I’ll run over to the mausoleum and see what I can wake up!”</p><p> </p><p>I frowned and said:</p><p> </p><p>“John, that’s possibly not the best……”</p><p> </p><p>But as soon as he said it, the rogue did just that. He ran across the flowers to the structure, kicking up clouds of pollen and as he reached his goal; he even jumped up and down a bit just to create more noise. He didn’t really need to as figures began to sit up from under the cover of the flowers, almost immediately. They were obvious undead, humanoid, gaunt, feral with no body hair and pointed teeth and ears.</p><p> </p><p>Felix grimaced and grunted:</p><p> </p><p>“Ghouls! Ghasts as well! Disease ridden poisonous vermin! Begone to whatever hells you came from!”</p><p> </p><p>As soon as he used his power, a whole group of them literally exploded into dust! It was most impressive. Drudge began his normal methodical shooting. Load, aim and release; load, aim and release but at such speed that I quickly lost track of the amount of arrows he was using. Although I could not see, I was also certain he would be hitting his targets unerringly. The two warriors stepped forward, forming a defensive rank in front of Felix; not a moment too soon either as a swarm of the ghouls and ghasts surrounded them, a couple of ranks deep.</p><p> </p><p>Being slightly behind one of the large statues, I couldn’t see John but I could see this group and I cast a spell at them; lightning crackled as my main bolt hit one and blasted it into oblivion while more bolts sparkled over the rest, causing them to writhe and scream in pain. As soon as Victor saw this, he began to slash at them methodically; each slash dropped one and the warrior quickly cleared a space around himself and Longhelim; they had been weakened by the bolts and stood no chance against the warrior.</p><p> </p><p>Felix summoned the power of his god again and more of them exploded while Longhelim also slashed his way through them; finally, Drudge let another volley of his arrows go, leaving only a couple of this close swarm standing. I moved forward and could see John dashing back towards us, with another pack of howling ghouls behind him. I cast another of my spells and a forest of black tentacles rose from the ground and wrapped themselves around this last group.</p><p> </p><p>This allowed the grinning John to join us and shout:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, that worked!”</p><p> </p><p>Victor gave him an exasperated look as he cut the last ghoul in half. All the others were struggling against the tentacles but to no avail; the spell was beginning to squeeze them and to add to their problems, Drudge began to pick them off, one by one. In the end, they had no chance.</p><p> </p><p>Victor and John had a couple of scratches and bites from the ghouls; one of them, on Victor’s hand, looked particularly nasty, oozing something it really shouldn’t have been. Longhelim had a look, took the warrior’s hand in his own and whispered something; slowly, the blackened edges of the wounds attained a healthier, pink hue. The wounds were still there but now they looked normal.</p><p> </p><p>I dismissed my spell, the tentacles disappeared and we advanced towards the tomb. It was quite elaborate, with peculiar carvings; these looked as if they were scenes from the life of whoever was buried there. John checked the door but found nothing untoward, so he opened it. Inside was dark but empty, save for a cylindrical container and a coffin; we tensed; a coffin may well mean undead. Longhelim checked but shook his head; he couldn’t find any evil in this place. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean anything as the coffin may have been so thick that the paladin’s ability did not register.</p><p> </p><p>Slowly and carefully, John approached the cylindrical container and began a careful search; a cry, a flash and a curse from John announced something. John then just opened the contained and withdrew some sort of wand or stick. Then he returned to us:</p><p> </p><p>“There was a magical trap on the cylinder. I set it off but it was countered by my ring. This is the only thing that was inside the cylinder; it’s bone; a thigh bone but the looks of it.”</p><p> </p><p>“Why would anyone put a thigh bone in there?” I asked.</p><p> </p><p>John just looked at me and shrugged:</p><p> </p><p>“No idea!”</p><p> </p><p>The coffin was opened carefully but also turned out to be empty. This looked like an area designed to waste our time or more likely, had been looted long ago.</p><p> </p><p>We left the mausoleum and the graveyard. As we entered into the forest again, Longhelim asked:</p><p> </p><p>“So, the only other two locations we have left are the cave with the waterfall and the large house on the tree top. Where shall we go next?”</p><p> </p><p>Drudge, looking around him, said:</p><p> </p><p>“The big house is closer.”</p><p> </p><p>“Big house it is then,” said the paladin as he led the way. We followed, Drudge ahead. </p><p> </p><p>There were no tracks this time so we moved a little faster albeit very cautiously. As we approached the large house, I saw that I had been initially mistaken and that it was actually built on a hill. The confusion arose in that it looked as if the only way to reach it was from a rope bridge tied at one end to a tree top and at the other to the house itself. The whole set up reeked of traps as was becoming depressingly familiar in this whole benighted place.</p><p> </p><p>We reached the lower part of the tree without any mishap; there was a set of stairs winding up the trunk as in previous locations. Drudge immediately ran up the tree trunk, to see if he could find any unpleasant surprises. He returned quite quickly:</p><p> </p><p>“I couldn’t see anything up there. The rope bridge looks very, very dodgy though.”</p><p> </p><p>John had obviously been thinking:</p><p> </p><p>“The warriors will have a problem crossing that with their armour. How many of us can turn into mist and fly over though; I still have that spell functioning, despite Rhuarc’s best efforts.”</p><p> </p><p>“I’ve still got it,” I said and Felix and Longhelim added their voices to mine.</p><p> </p><p>John then said:</p><p> </p><p>“So, simple; Drudge can carry Victor along the bridge; he’s going to be very secure with his magical slippers. The rest of us fly over in mist form.”</p><p> </p><p>It sounded like a very simple plan; why did I have a horrible feeling that it was just too simple.</p><p> </p><p>As we were getting ready to activate this plan, Longhelim took off his ring and gave it to Victor.</p><p> </p><p>“In case you fall,” he just said.</p><p> </p><p>I remembered that this was the ring the allowed the paladin to fall from great heights with no harm, as it made him very light magically.</p><p> </p><p>So, we moved up the steps to one end of the rope bridge. We could see the house some considerable distance away as rope bridges go. It had at least three floors and a tower. There was a balcony on the first floor. It seemed to be another substantial building, in the same vein as the other large tree house we explored in the middle of the forest previously. Having said that, this one was even more imposing; positively a tree mansion.</p><p> </p><p>We looked around carefully but saw no one. I knew Rhuarc was lurking around somewhere though. So, we turned into mist and flew over to the front door of the residence; our flight was uneventful. We turned solid again. Then we watched as Drudge began to walk under the bridge and upside down. When he reached a specific point, suddenly two logs swung from high above and met just at the point where Drudge was passing. The ranger must have reacted instinctively and lurched forward just as the logs met but we all winced as we saw them meet with Victor’s torso squarely between them; there was then the added complication that the bridge disintegrated and swung down and smacked into the side of the hill, causing yet more hurt to the fighter.</p><p> </p><p>In an odd way, the traps were becoming predictable. In fact, as I mentioned previously, the whole of Phorros Irrendra was one big trap and we were walking into each one fairly regularly. Thankfully, we managed to pull both Victor and Drudge up on our side of the bridge and both were healed. Then, cautiously, we opened the main door into the house.</p><p> </p><p>It opened into a wide hall way with several doors and a set of stairs going up running along one side. Bearing in mind the incident with the bridge, we were extremely cautious with John deliberately checking the floor as we walked in. It took a little time but it was definitely worth it. In the middle of his check, several more of Rhuarc’s undead pets turned up. John had thought up this term for them and it seemed very apt. They were dismissed by Felix and Longhelim almost casually now but it proved that Rhuarc was definitely nearby; not we had any doubt.</p><p> </p><p>John continued to check the hallway. The doors led to empty rooms and as we approached the stairs, another set of undead pets turned up; these struck with a difference though; they all surrounded Drudge and tried to touch him. As he was so agile, they were finding it a little more problematic but the ranger dropped to the ground, hoping to fool them by pretence of unconsciousness. Felix drove away two of them but the other two still attacked and left the ranger badly out of sorts before Longhelim managed to drive them away with a call to his own god. What was deeply problematic was the change in tactics; it was as if they had been instructed to harm the archer.</p><p> </p><p>What was it about Drudge that was different than anyone else?</p><p> </p><p>Suddenly it struck me!</p><p> </p><p>Quickly, I said:</p><p> </p><p>“Drudge, put away your bow!”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>He looked puzzled but then hit is forehead with his palm and put his bow away; he grinned at me and gave me thumbs up.</p><p> </p><p>We moved up the stairs and reached another hallway. These were featureless. It was obvious that this house had been cleared a very long time ago and was completely empty. As we made our way along, more undead pets appeared but this time they stayed still, as if unsure of what to do. Felix and Longhelim drove them away again, this time with help from Victor who slashed one almost in half, for all the good that would do. Rhuarc had an inexhaustible amount of these summonings or so it seemed.</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim was muttering:</p><p> </p><p>“We’re taking too long. That’s what’s allowing him to summon them almost at will.”</p><p> </p><p>John must have heard him as he said:</p><p> </p><p>“I can’t check for traps if these undead keep turning up. There are only so many times that Felix and Longhelim can drive them away. We’ll have to move at normal speed and take the risks.”</p><p> </p><p>So, Victor and Longhelim moved into the front rank with Felix and I behind, finally followed Drudge and John. As we reached the corner, a spiked slab of stone fell on top of Victor; or almost on top of him, scraping the warrior quite badly. It shattered on the ground and we turned the corner; another hallway, with windows looking out onto the balcony. There were also two doorways going outside.</p><p> </p><p>As Victor and Longhelim reached the first one, there was a flash and suddenly a creature appeared. It was a gaunt humanoid with leathery skin but its most prominent feature was a large horn growing from the base of its skull. I recognized it immediately; it was a babau, a demon. His skin was covered with a slimy excretion and it grinned balefully at the warriors.</p><p> </p><p>As soon as combat was joined, Longhelim and Victor tried to move in such a way as to gain tactical advantage when they suddenly realised what had fully happened. Both the warriors bumped into walls; these were magical, unbreakable unseen walls. The babau screamed triumphantly and pounced but Victor expertly swung his falchion twice almost cleaving the creature in two; not before his magical falchion began to smoke and seemed to become etched and scarred by the bodily fluids of the creature though. Victor swung his falchion immediately, dislodging most of the acid.</p><p> </p><p>What was of far more concern were the magical walls.</p><p> </p><p>I moved forward and examined the size of the space, the nature of the walls and did a little cantrip.</p><p> </p><p>Moments later I sighed:</p><p> </p><p>“It’s a hugely powerful trap. They are trapped within a small cell of magical walls. There is no way to break them; the wall is also beneath their feet so the ground is not a weakness. I know this spell. In fact, I have it in my book. The cell is not permanent, but it does last a long time. We may as well settle down. There are very specific ways to getting rid of these walls and we do not have any of the means available to us at this time.”</p><p> </p><p>I motioned to the others to approach the other door leading into the balcony. My cantrip was still running and I detected magic of such magnitude that I was certain the same trap was present there.</p><p> </p><p>“The same trap is there as well. Odd as it may sound, the inside of the cell is actually very secure. It would be a good place to rest. If we trigger it, it should finish at almost the same time as the one that is constraining Victor and Longhelim. We may also even be able to regain our spells while inside.”</p><p> </p><p>Just before we entered into the trapped area, John cast a spell on the wall of this room, creating a small thin slit into the wall; a person could just about squeeze through it but more importantly, it allowed both cells to look at each other.</p><p> </p><p>Once that was done, John, Felix and Drudge nodded and we all simultaneously stepped into the area, thus triggering the new trap and enclosing ourselves into the cell. It was quite crowded, especially when another babau demon was conjured but thankfully, Drudge’s arrows did for him very quickly.</p><p> </p><p>We settled down to rest. Everything was blessedly silent as one of the effects of the cell was no noise from the outside.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6228474, member: 6692807"] We managed to get to the graveyard without any mishaps. It was an open area, prominent as it was ringed with large statues. The area inside was covered in black and purple flowers. We all stopped and looked at this spectacle in front of us. Felix was looking at the statues and muttering to himself: “So, there’s Farlaghn and there is Heironeous; over there is Olidammara with the odd looking mask and we’ve even got Carellan Larethian; what’s he doing here? Well, he is elven I suppose……” Victor was ignoring the statues and looking more at the area in the middle: “Salubrious, any idea what those flowers are; they look quite striking and there is a lot of them.” The ranger looked a little startled at being addressed by his first name but then he answered: “Good spot, Victor. That is a mixture of Keshweed and Lotus; both of which are highly toxic. I wouldn’t advise going in there if you can help it.” Longhelim was looking at the other end of the graveyard: “Doubly not a great idea going in there, especially as I can feel that there are no less than thirty-two sources of evil in that place; however, there is also a mausoleum at the far end and there may be something of significance inside.” Felix had finished looking at the sculptures and added: “Don’t worry about the poison. The special food I provided this morning makes you immune to that for the time being; unless Rhuarc has managed to dissolve the effect, of course.” By some miracle, that was the one protection effect that seemed to have stayed on everyone. Longhelim looked at the mausoleum a little longer and then murmured: “So, how are we going to do this?” John grinned and replied: “Well, if the flowers are not going to affect me, I’ll run over to the mausoleum and see what I can wake up!” I frowned and said: “John, that’s possibly not the best……” But as soon as he said it, the rogue did just that. He ran across the flowers to the structure, kicking up clouds of pollen and as he reached his goal; he even jumped up and down a bit just to create more noise. He didn’t really need to as figures began to sit up from under the cover of the flowers, almost immediately. They were obvious undead, humanoid, gaunt, feral with no body hair and pointed teeth and ears. Felix grimaced and grunted: “Ghouls! Ghasts as well! Disease ridden poisonous vermin! Begone to whatever hells you came from!” As soon as he used his power, a whole group of them literally exploded into dust! It was most impressive. Drudge began his normal methodical shooting. Load, aim and release; load, aim and release but at such speed that I quickly lost track of the amount of arrows he was using. Although I could not see, I was also certain he would be hitting his targets unerringly. The two warriors stepped forward, forming a defensive rank in front of Felix; not a moment too soon either as a swarm of the ghouls and ghasts surrounded them, a couple of ranks deep. Being slightly behind one of the large statues, I couldn’t see John but I could see this group and I cast a spell at them; lightning crackled as my main bolt hit one and blasted it into oblivion while more bolts sparkled over the rest, causing them to writhe and scream in pain. As soon as Victor saw this, he began to slash at them methodically; each slash dropped one and the warrior quickly cleared a space around himself and Longhelim; they had been weakened by the bolts and stood no chance against the warrior. Felix summoned the power of his god again and more of them exploded while Longhelim also slashed his way through them; finally, Drudge let another volley of his arrows go, leaving only a couple of this close swarm standing. I moved forward and could see John dashing back towards us, with another pack of howling ghouls behind him. I cast another of my spells and a forest of black tentacles rose from the ground and wrapped themselves around this last group. This allowed the grinning John to join us and shout: “Well, that worked!” Victor gave him an exasperated look as he cut the last ghoul in half. All the others were struggling against the tentacles but to no avail; the spell was beginning to squeeze them and to add to their problems, Drudge began to pick them off, one by one. In the end, they had no chance. Victor and John had a couple of scratches and bites from the ghouls; one of them, on Victor’s hand, looked particularly nasty, oozing something it really shouldn’t have been. Longhelim had a look, took the warrior’s hand in his own and whispered something; slowly, the blackened edges of the wounds attained a healthier, pink hue. The wounds were still there but now they looked normal. I dismissed my spell, the tentacles disappeared and we advanced towards the tomb. It was quite elaborate, with peculiar carvings; these looked as if they were scenes from the life of whoever was buried there. John checked the door but found nothing untoward, so he opened it. Inside was dark but empty, save for a cylindrical container and a coffin; we tensed; a coffin may well mean undead. Longhelim checked but shook his head; he couldn’t find any evil in this place. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean anything as the coffin may have been so thick that the paladin’s ability did not register. Slowly and carefully, John approached the cylindrical container and began a careful search; a cry, a flash and a curse from John announced something. John then just opened the contained and withdrew some sort of wand or stick. Then he returned to us: “There was a magical trap on the cylinder. I set it off but it was countered by my ring. This is the only thing that was inside the cylinder; it’s bone; a thigh bone but the looks of it.” “Why would anyone put a thigh bone in there?” I asked. John just looked at me and shrugged: “No idea!” The coffin was opened carefully but also turned out to be empty. This looked like an area designed to waste our time or more likely, had been looted long ago. We left the mausoleum and the graveyard. As we entered into the forest again, Longhelim asked: “So, the only other two locations we have left are the cave with the waterfall and the large house on the tree top. Where shall we go next?” Drudge, looking around him, said: “The big house is closer.” “Big house it is then,” said the paladin as he led the way. We followed, Drudge ahead. There were no tracks this time so we moved a little faster albeit very cautiously. As we approached the large house, I saw that I had been initially mistaken and that it was actually built on a hill. The confusion arose in that it looked as if the only way to reach it was from a rope bridge tied at one end to a tree top and at the other to the house itself. The whole set up reeked of traps as was becoming depressingly familiar in this whole benighted place. We reached the lower part of the tree without any mishap; there was a set of stairs winding up the trunk as in previous locations. Drudge immediately ran up the tree trunk, to see if he could find any unpleasant surprises. He returned quite quickly: “I couldn’t see anything up there. The rope bridge looks very, very dodgy though.” John had obviously been thinking: “The warriors will have a problem crossing that with their armour. How many of us can turn into mist and fly over though; I still have that spell functioning, despite Rhuarc’s best efforts.” “I’ve still got it,” I said and Felix and Longhelim added their voices to mine. John then said: “So, simple; Drudge can carry Victor along the bridge; he’s going to be very secure with his magical slippers. The rest of us fly over in mist form.” It sounded like a very simple plan; why did I have a horrible feeling that it was just too simple. As we were getting ready to activate this plan, Longhelim took off his ring and gave it to Victor. “In case you fall,” he just said. I remembered that this was the ring the allowed the paladin to fall from great heights with no harm, as it made him very light magically. So, we moved up the steps to one end of the rope bridge. We could see the house some considerable distance away as rope bridges go. It had at least three floors and a tower. There was a balcony on the first floor. It seemed to be another substantial building, in the same vein as the other large tree house we explored in the middle of the forest previously. Having said that, this one was even more imposing; positively a tree mansion. We looked around carefully but saw no one. I knew Rhuarc was lurking around somewhere though. So, we turned into mist and flew over to the front door of the residence; our flight was uneventful. We turned solid again. Then we watched as Drudge began to walk under the bridge and upside down. When he reached a specific point, suddenly two logs swung from high above and met just at the point where Drudge was passing. The ranger must have reacted instinctively and lurched forward just as the logs met but we all winced as we saw them meet with Victor’s torso squarely between them; there was then the added complication that the bridge disintegrated and swung down and smacked into the side of the hill, causing yet more hurt to the fighter. In an odd way, the traps were becoming predictable. In fact, as I mentioned previously, the whole of Phorros Irrendra was one big trap and we were walking into each one fairly regularly. Thankfully, we managed to pull both Victor and Drudge up on our side of the bridge and both were healed. Then, cautiously, we opened the main door into the house. It opened into a wide hall way with several doors and a set of stairs going up running along one side. Bearing in mind the incident with the bridge, we were extremely cautious with John deliberately checking the floor as we walked in. It took a little time but it was definitely worth it. In the middle of his check, several more of Rhuarc’s undead pets turned up. John had thought up this term for them and it seemed very apt. They were dismissed by Felix and Longhelim almost casually now but it proved that Rhuarc was definitely nearby; not we had any doubt. John continued to check the hallway. The doors led to empty rooms and as we approached the stairs, another set of undead pets turned up; these struck with a difference though; they all surrounded Drudge and tried to touch him. As he was so agile, they were finding it a little more problematic but the ranger dropped to the ground, hoping to fool them by pretence of unconsciousness. Felix drove away two of them but the other two still attacked and left the ranger badly out of sorts before Longhelim managed to drive them away with a call to his own god. What was deeply problematic was the change in tactics; it was as if they had been instructed to harm the archer. What was it about Drudge that was different than anyone else? Suddenly it struck me! Quickly, I said: “Drudge, put away your bow!” He looked puzzled but then hit is forehead with his palm and put his bow away; he grinned at me and gave me thumbs up. We moved up the stairs and reached another hallway. These were featureless. It was obvious that this house had been cleared a very long time ago and was completely empty. As we made our way along, more undead pets appeared but this time they stayed still, as if unsure of what to do. Felix and Longhelim drove them away again, this time with help from Victor who slashed one almost in half, for all the good that would do. Rhuarc had an inexhaustible amount of these summonings or so it seemed. Longhelim was muttering: “We’re taking too long. That’s what’s allowing him to summon them almost at will.” John must have heard him as he said: “I can’t check for traps if these undead keep turning up. There are only so many times that Felix and Longhelim can drive them away. We’ll have to move at normal speed and take the risks.” So, Victor and Longhelim moved into the front rank with Felix and I behind, finally followed Drudge and John. As we reached the corner, a spiked slab of stone fell on top of Victor; or almost on top of him, scraping the warrior quite badly. It shattered on the ground and we turned the corner; another hallway, with windows looking out onto the balcony. There were also two doorways going outside. As Victor and Longhelim reached the first one, there was a flash and suddenly a creature appeared. It was a gaunt humanoid with leathery skin but its most prominent feature was a large horn growing from the base of its skull. I recognized it immediately; it was a babau, a demon. His skin was covered with a slimy excretion and it grinned balefully at the warriors. As soon as combat was joined, Longhelim and Victor tried to move in such a way as to gain tactical advantage when they suddenly realised what had fully happened. Both the warriors bumped into walls; these were magical, unbreakable unseen walls. The babau screamed triumphantly and pounced but Victor expertly swung his falchion twice almost cleaving the creature in two; not before his magical falchion began to smoke and seemed to become etched and scarred by the bodily fluids of the creature though. Victor swung his falchion immediately, dislodging most of the acid. What was of far more concern were the magical walls. I moved forward and examined the size of the space, the nature of the walls and did a little cantrip. Moments later I sighed: “It’s a hugely powerful trap. They are trapped within a small cell of magical walls. There is no way to break them; the wall is also beneath their feet so the ground is not a weakness. I know this spell. In fact, I have it in my book. The cell is not permanent, but it does last a long time. We may as well settle down. There are very specific ways to getting rid of these walls and we do not have any of the means available to us at this time.” I motioned to the others to approach the other door leading into the balcony. My cantrip was still running and I detected magic of such magnitude that I was certain the same trap was present there. “The same trap is there as well. Odd as it may sound, the inside of the cell is actually very secure. It would be a good place to rest. If we trigger it, it should finish at almost the same time as the one that is constraining Victor and Longhelim. We may also even be able to regain our spells while inside.” Just before we entered into the trapped area, John cast a spell on the wall of this room, creating a small thin slit into the wall; a person could just about squeeze through it but more importantly, it allowed both cells to look at each other. Once that was done, John, Felix and Drudge nodded and we all simultaneously stepped into the area, thus triggering the new trap and enclosing ourselves into the cell. It was quite crowded, especially when another babau demon was conjured but thankfully, Drudge’s arrows did for him very quickly. We settled down to rest. Everything was blessedly silent as one of the effects of the cell was no noise from the outside. [/QUOTE]
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