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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Orvallon" data-source="post: 1667607" data-attributes="member: 19212">Round 4 - Cleft Chin - ContinuedLarris retraces his steps, dashing the length of the room, back to his table, where he reaches for his wine.The swift halfling monk also rushes the length of the room, and into the kitchen, where he finds the savory smells of stew and baking bread have been mixed revoltingly with the smell of blood and corruption.  A woman, who was probably pleasant enough in appearance in life, is sprawled by a table, her headless corpse lying in a heap, a heavy cleaver by it's outstretched hand.The missing head, it's features locked in an expression of shock, and fear, is held in the hand of a misshapen horror, one of four that are in the room, all wearing chain shirts and carrying longswords and bucklers.  Their eyes gleam with green balefire.The one holding the head looks at the halfling, and a rasping chuckle comes from it. "Come for a snack, little man?  Sorry, the kitchen is closed."Oxana makes her way to the girl's side, and her sobs quiet a bit.  The celestial notes, after a moment, that Dora doesn't seem to be wounded. The blood covering her isn't hers.To be continued...</blockquote>