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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Plane Sailing" data-source="post: 449943" data-attributes="member: 114">Climbing carefully down the ladder, Trajan and Anne-Marie approach the eggs. Fearful, Arilyn remains on the floor above to secure their retreat.There is no sign of movement as they draw near, either among the eggs or elsewhere around the room. Trajan cuts one of the eggs open with a slice of his scimitar, and evil-smelling goop flows sluggishly out. There are dozens  of eggs here and they quickly decide that the best way of destroying them will be fire, so they light torches and place them over the mound of eggs.Sure enough, the mass starts to catch fire quickly - rather too quickly for comfort, so they rapidly leave the cellar and the house as a foul burning smell becomes more pervasive. Now to tackle the barn.The main door to the barn has been webbed shut, although there are a couple of openings into the hay loft which might be clearer. They decide to hack through the webs and material across the main door, and after several minutes of chopping manage to break through, and lever the sliding door partly open. Stepping into the barn they are struck by an even fouler stench than before. The ground floor is empty of life. Slightly sticky webs and dried, foul-smelling slime coats most of the floor, and stall and pen doors are ripped open. With the magical light spell they can see a little up into the hayloft, and it is obvious that bundled sacks hang from the ceiling like dangling fruit.“Motherrrrr, we have visitorrrrrs” whispers a mangled voice from up aboveTo be continued</blockquote>

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