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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1402594" data-attributes="member: 1210">The VestigeFlying through one contrivance or another, our heroes lift off from the cold dark bridge and start heading towards a large, ominous-looking tower.  Then Verzavi points off at an angle and calls, “Movement!”The party looks and sees a vision out of nightmare.Roiling clouds of vapor, gigantic in size, an entire bank of fog comes twisting through the strobe-lit sky of Moil.  Within are thousands of faces, screaming in unending suffering- the spirits of the dead of the City That Waits.  Terror, agony, remorse and hate fill the faces; and the misty Vestige of all the evil of Moil slithers through the air towards our heroes.  “What the hell is that?” Thrush cries.  He’s never seen anything like it.  His sword seems to leap into his hands and suddenly he’s standing in a fighting stance, ready to strike once it’s in range.An arrow whizzes by, fired by Drelvin, as the party starts to ready themselves for the thing’s onslaught.It’s terrifying.As it moves forward, the Vestige extrudes tendrils of screaming-faced vapors.  As it closes, the party can suddenly hear the terrible cries of the souls within it.  Thrush shudders, but as soon as one of the tendrils reaches towards him he slashes at it.  It quivers for an instant, than drops down to caress him on the top of the head.  “Urk,” Thrush says, and he starts dropping like a stone towards the blackness below.* With an exclamation, Horbin flies after his falling form.The Vestige rolls forward over Verzavi, and in an instant she, too, is falling towards the black mists.  Then a palpable wave of menace smashes out into the entire party (save only Horbin, who’s below the thing, chasing Thrush), and the party breaks as one.  Only Patyn stands fast, protected by his holy courage.The hunter of the dead takes a gamble.  It looks undead, and he doesn’t have time to stop and check in.  So he channels, and a burning flash of positive energy fills him to overflowing.  The brilliant flash of light tears great gouges in the Vestige, But it’s huge.  Far too big for a single positive energy burst to be enough to wound it significantly.  And as Patyn watches, the rents his burst tore in it start to close with disquieting speed.I can’t take it alone, he realizes grimly.  And, against his every instinct, he flees.The Vestige descends on Horbin.  The cleric has caught Thrush and is ascending again when the bank of mist drops on him.  Horbin the Holy shrieks as he feels it sucking at his essence, trying to steal his mind and soul.  He can feel his brain slowing, his intellect slipping away as the cloud tries to force his spirit into an eternal torment within it!  Screaming faces surround him, and he can feel flashes of their pain.Worst of all is the instant when Thrush’s face streams by him.“Aaagh!” Horbin screams hoarsely, flying straight through the Vestige and veering wobbly off towards the closest tower, searching for cover.The Vestige lazily drifts in his general direction, the faces within it crying in rage and pain.*So what if you got a fly up?  If it isn’t actually dispelled or suppressed, you’ll still fall when you lose consciousness.  RBDMs, take note.Next Time: The party tries to recover, only to find themselves facing the Tower of Test!</blockquote>

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