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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Advilaar" data-source="post: 5999334" data-attributes="member: 6698911">The Wizard was really happy to get along moving. Hell, as long as this has taken, the Taskmaster might be healed up and back in Metroplis causing trouble. It was not that the Wizard doubted the power of spiritual things. Indeed, his family followed the Fire God. It is even how he met the Rogue in his youth. The Rogue's family were blacksmiths and he was just a minor wizardling learning fire magic. It was the uncontrolled nature of this. Often, he would watch the Rogue's father temper metal with fire. the fire was dangerous, but controlled. But as noted, visions do not have to be overt. Sometimes it is just observations. The Rogue, however, was thinking the same thing though he did not share it. He was envisioning a day when there was no war. He would have a small house with a blacksmith. Maybe go abroad to the Dwarven Kingdoms and get really good. Oh, and of course killing all the dragons. All the dragons in the world. Even the metallics. He had a great weapon in mind. Oh, and a brothel full of hot chicks. Sometimes visions are ideas. On the way to the entrance to the lair, they had a minor encounter or two with the local creatures that crawl these tunnels. These were dispatched easily enough. With the rogue's excellent vision enhanced by splells that allowed sight in the dark, few things would get a jump on them. They came to what looked like a flat place in the cavern wall with but one single hole in it. The flat part stood out in that it was carved in the relief of a dragon sleeping under a falling comet. The wizard nodded at the Rogue and said, " let me take a look at this." He then cast a spell. Hmm, no magic. "You may have spells, Wizard, but let me look at it." the rogue quipped. The panel had no hinges, just one tiny hole. They asked the Pale Bearded Man if they saw how the Taskmaster entered. He said no, but this is the only way he could go.In the end, they figured it out. The Taskmaster used a spell to shrink himself to get through the small hole. Was not a big deal since he hardly ever used this entrance and was effective to keep all but a fairly strong wizard or powerful shapeshifter out. At least for the first part. The wizard was not prepared for this. They would have to rememorize spells to shapeshift everyone. Then the rogue volunteered. Since there was only a scoll of shape shift, the rogue would go through the hole and report the other side. After all, time is of the essense and there was a possibility of being scryed or watched. So, made tiny, the rogue went through the hole and looked at the other side. He gathered all his tiny might and threw a pebble beyond, hitting a wall of force. With a squeak, he mentioned a wall of force but would use his tiny climbing gear to take a look at the other side of the door. He rappelled down on his now threadlike rope and notice two huge levers. As he went to check those he noticed two more walls of force. He quickly went back up and squeaked, "Levers on the floor on the other side also covered with force walls." Wizard grinned, "Knock scroll incomming.." "Negative, Do not knock. I see the levers attached to some gem it will crush engaged in a way that if the wall of force is still up, it will crush. Do not know what it does, nor do i want to.", the Rogue pleaded. "Oh screw it!" As the rogue came back out and grew back to full sized", the Wizard said. "I was hoping to save this for big, green, and nasty." as beams came from his hand and turned the flat part of the wall into dust. Then, another beam that destroyed the wall of force beyond. "Could not make too much of a hole, we will have to crawl over. By the way, why do big bad asses even bother with doors nowadays?" Wizard said.  The archer shrugged.</blockquote>

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