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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 480252" data-attributes="member: 2323">Finian picked himself off the floor and glanced out at the temple proper. Those cultists who hadn't been crushed outright by falling debris were franticly exiting through the archway and the double doors beyond. Ruze and Rherram were hunched over Ledare's unmoving body and Draelond was standing nearby clutching his bloody abdomen and looking fearfully at Elgoth. If it was in fact Elgoth anymore. The Elgoth-thing stood stiffly with arms thrown wide. Malice seemed to be coming off him in waves. There was, of course, no sign of Kirnoth.Finian moved forward, fumbling for the kit holding the Cure Wounds potions as he went. "AT LONG LAST MY POWER SHALL-" the voice faltered as Elgoth - or whatever power had taken possession of his body - looked curiously at his hands. The fingers on both were twisting as if arthritis were rapidly deforming the bones within. "THIS IS NOT THE VESSEL.""We need to get out of here," Rherram asserted again to Ruze and this time he grabbed hold of Ledare's unconscious body trying without much success to muscle her off the floor."THIS IS NOT THE VESSEL!!! " the impossibly loud voice bellowed.The sound echoed and re-echoed off the walls, dislodging more stone and dust from the ceiling and causing the floor to buckle ominously. A wave of palpable, otherworldly dread washed out over the Companions. Draelond, who was standing just to the right of the Elgoth-thing, had an all too clear view of bones twisting, boils spreading across bare flesh and of puss drooling from a grotesquely huge mouth. He was stunned for an instant. His mind became untethered, floating free in a vast expanse too great to comprehend. He felt a prickle of pain deep inside his skull as his nose began to bleed.And he ran for the exit, dodging falling debris as he went.</blockquote>

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