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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 282375" data-attributes="member: 2292">a Quick Update.The blood district is squallar incarnate, the residing place of the poorest and lowest of the cities inhabitents.  It is the refuge of those that can't afford to live elsewhere, but cannot stomach the less reputable areas of the undercity.  The buildings are run down, in many cases little more than ruined, and the people that walk the streets are constantly frightened and bent with exhaustion.  Looming above the rubble and decay is the temple of Tiamat, an enourmous construction shaped like Tiamat herself, with five heads pointing in all directions so the council of five priests can look out over the city from their chambers.  The temple is all anyone in the district can think about, the temple and the priests who regularly patrol the district looking for slaves and sacrafices.  The companions stand on the edge of the Demon-mouth district, look accross the street that seperates the two disctricts.  It seems like an invisible borber, a marker that no blood resident can cross.  After much uming and ahing, the companions discover they suffer from no such affliction.The journey through the Blood's streets was nervous for everyone, but seemed to carry a special dread for Madeline and Solomon.  Their fears were well founded, as the companions were assulted by a large squad of monks in the service of Tiamat.  The fight didn't last long.  Bjorn cast entangle on the vines that lined the walls of the blood's buildings, capturing a number of the attackers before they even sprun at their prey.  Meryn was easily more skilled in the arts of hand to hand combat than Tiamat's followers, and Solomon and Madeline had both grown in magic and skill at arms since last they tangled.  Within moments, the majority of the attackers were dead.  In an astonishing display of foresite, Khynal even arranges for one to be left allive, choosing to leave his victim uncoscious after pummeling him with telekinetic force.  When the monk awoke, he found himself in a position remarkable similar to the one Junge had been in a few hours earlier.  Except this time the wolf laying on his chest was growling and baring teeth in his face, and Meryn showed no objection to Khynal's pistol being used to extract information from their prisoner.  The monk says little of use, his fanatical faith protecting him from the chill of fear.  All the company learns is the Fifth Jaw, one of the five high priests of Tiamat in the city, wanted all the party captured alive for his own purposes.The monk is stripped and bound, but left alive in the centre of the blood district street.  Khynal packs away the black robes and colored belt the monk wore in his bag of holding, thinking that sooner or later it may come in useful.  After some minor healing, they press on to find the Fists hideout.</blockquote>

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