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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1056696" data-attributes="member: 1210">Turn back, at this late juncture?  Not our stalwarts.So, gritting the teeth of their mind against the tongue-kiss of madness, they continue on, deeper into the Far Realms.  Deeper, past the smell of orange blossoms that tries to lull them to eternal sleep... past a squirming thing that, disturbingly enough, resembles them... past clouds of soporific vapor that threaten to eat the lungs with stunning pleasures... through mildewy realms of icy gasses hissing from the very space around them.  They pass into an area composed of pure lethal malevolence, a scarlet hatred so powerful it nearly kills them with its force. Our heroes stagger on through the kaleidescope of insanity.After an interminable time, the party spies something ahead- a writhing mass of tentacles and hair and grey flesh, the beast closes on them quickly from within a bank of fog that stinks of blood.  Its tentacles smash out, lashing at Angelfire, grabbing him greedily and constricting him.  The Coilite cries out in horrible pain as his body starts rotting away before his very eyes.Angelfire timeslips, but it doesn't work like it should.  He vanishes, but reappears an instant later, with no in-between for him.  (Normally, if he vanishes for 3 rounds, he has a chance to take three rounds worth of actions before reappearing.)  The fight's already over; though he doesn't know it, Orbius' swift use of his relatively new analyze enemy spell aided the party in overcoming the pseudonatural creature relatively easily.The group travels on.  Angelfire follows the tugging of the Book of Olaf, seeming now to croon from time to time (though perhaps he's just hearing things...)  It's seeping, too, releasing scarlet, blood-like fluid where he holds it.  They've been traveling for almost six hours when they see another, smaller creature.  Silvery and feathered, it's a writhing lump of chaotic tendrils and pseudopodia; one tendril is long and thin, like a whip.  It burbles close to the group, but it doesn't seem hostile, just curious.  Still, given their previous, pretty much universally negative, experiences with pseudonaturals, the party is both wary and suspicious.  Thus, they're taken off guard when it speaks."Hello!" it burps from a lamprey-like mouth.  "Are you from the Material Plane?""Yes," Sybele answers instantly."Wow!  I used to hang out there!  We had good times!  I haven't seen your type in a while, not since I went home!  At least I think it's home- sometimes it's all very confusing."Say," it continues, emitting a slobbery (and yet somehow charmingly cute) fluid from its hideous sucker-mouth, "is that Horbin?"Next Time: Anyone pick up on the clues?  Who's our mysterious talkative pseudonatural, and how does he know Horbin??</blockquote>

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