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<blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7319346" data-attributes="member: 6801229">All seemed peaceful enough. Except ....&quot;I don't understand it.&quot;&quot;No but you do under-sand it, don't you?&quot;&quot;Yes Snappy I heard what you did there. Very clever. We are under the sand. But I can't seem to find the correct terminology of this place. I know it I think, but it just isn't coming to the forefront of my mind.&quot;&quot;Exactly this could well be the entrance to the temple of .........uhm.......Oojamaflip, the Sand-....something.&quot;&quot;Wasn't she the sister of....of.....&quot;&quot;Thingamajig? Yes who married uhrm...&quot;&quot;Thingamabob.&quot; Amanda completed the Powerful Triumvirate: The Pantheon of the Forgotten. &quot;Of course it wasn't always a triumvirate. There was the God Cast Down. Oh Whatshisface?&quot; Snappy remarked. &quot;Yes that's him. So it was a quad? a quartet?&quot;&quot;No. There was another....&quot;&quot;Who?&quot;&quot;All I know was there was another.&quot;The footballers walked through the under-sandstone caves, glancing at statues and pictures and effigies and carvings. Forms, faces unknown or rubbed out littered rooms, antichambers and corridors. They encountered giant carved noses that sniffed them as they passed. There were spirits with no feet that floated but left bloody footprints in their wake. This was a mad world. A world of chaos and sorrow. Before them, lingering but always just out of reach and always in the corner of their eyes was a yellow cloud, mustard and lightly swirling. Walls grumbled as they shited behind the party, and they all felt as though they were in a dream. It suddenly came to Xena in a flash of insight (not is-night). &quot;We are in the tomb of Doodad the Discarded. The Severed Sibling. He was chaos-wracked after his brothers and sisters abandoned him. He is dangerous. We might be in trouble guys. Uhm, GUYS.........</blockquote>

[QUOTE="rgoodbb, post: 7319346, member: 6801229"] All seemed peaceful enough. Except .... "I don't understand it." "No but you do under-sand it, don't you?" "Yes Snappy I heard what you did there. Very clever. We are under the sand. But I can't seem to find the correct terminology of this place. I know it I think, but it just isn't coming to the forefront of my mind." "Exactly this could well be the entrance to the temple of .........uhm.......Oojamaflip, the Sand-....something." "Wasn't she the sister of....of....." "Thingamajig? Yes who married uhrm..." "Thingamabob." Amanda completed the Powerful Triumvirate: [I]The Pantheon of the Forgotten.[/I] "Of course it wasn't always a triumvirate. There was the [I]God Cast Down[/I]. Oh Whatshisface?" Snappy remarked. "Yes that's him. So it was a quad? a quartet?" "No. There was another...." "Who?" "All I know was there was another." The footballers walked through the under-sandstone caves, glancing at statues and pictures and effigies and carvings. Forms, faces unknown or rubbed out littered rooms, antichambers and corridors. They encountered giant carved noses that sniffed them as they passed. There were spirits with no feet that floated but left bloody footprints in their wake. This was a mad world. A world of chaos and sorrow. Before them, lingering but always just out of reach and always in the corner of their eyes was a yellow cloud, mustard and lightly swirling. Walls grumbled as they shited behind the party, and they all felt as though they were in a dream. It suddenly came to Xena in a flash of insight (not is-night). "We are in the tomb of Doodad the Discarded. The Severed Sibling. He was chaos-wracked after his brothers and sisters abandoned him. He is dangerous. We might be in trouble guys. Uhm, GUYS......... [/QUOTE]

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