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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1429360" data-attributes="member: 1210">A Sudden Bit of Felenga!Perched on the edge of the void, above the roiling black mists of the Negative Energy Plane, our heroes peer up at the tower of ice above them, full of frozen bodies.  Their target, Mr. Grab, Felenga’s familiar, is up there somewhere.  If they can get him, Orbius reasons, they can force him to lead them to his master’s phylactery.“Let’s melt our way up to it,” Orbius urges.  “We can catch it when it falls!”Sybele covers the group carefully as they fly into position underneath the ice ceiling, all too conscious of the Void below them.  Horbin gulps as he thinks, That is the source of power for the undead.  The realization that he is right on the edge of total annihilation is sobering.***Meanwhile, Felenga is all too aware of the party’s presence.  They are not far from his hidden phylactery, not far at all- for the first time in billions of years, Felenga is truly worried.  First they cut him off from the source of much of his power, then robbed him of his carefully cultivated gifts- and now they actually approach his phylactery!It is time to intervene.Felenga greater teleports to the icy ledge before the phantom flyer’s prison, appearing a few dozen yards from where the party is.  It is time to be done with these interlopers!  -But somewhere within him, there is a kernel of doubt.  They are too close!  If I do not stop them now they will be the end of me!“Flee, you fools, or I will destroy you all!” the Dark One roars as he opens up with both barrels, casting first a horrid wilting and then a quickened horrid wilting.  Desiccating energy rips into the party, and everyone screams in agony as the pair of spells sucks the moisture from them, nearly killing several of them.  Lips crack, eyes wrinkle, tongues swell and split; our heroes’ flesh draws inward.  Orbius, barely surviving the terrible initial assault, uses his most powerful magicks.  All of them.He casts a time stop, trying to gain a moment to think.  Oh sh*t oh sh*t oh sh*t, Felenga it’s Felenga!  He knows he only has an instant.  He hurls a Mordenkainen’s disjunction at the lich, and then opens a gate to the Upper Planes.  A noble elf with gleaming pearlescent skin and a tremendous holy greatsword steps through.  A ghaele, Orbius realizes, and a bargain is quickly struck for the outsider’s aid against Felenga in this battle.Time flows forward.The disjunction takes effect, rippling visibly in the cold air around Felenga.  He recognized Orbius’ time stop, of course, but he wasn’t prepared for a disjunction.Impotently, furiously, terrified, Felenga drops into the Void.  He sees the party recede for a few seconds and then they’re lost from sight.  “NO!” Felenga cries out, frustrated beyond compare in his entire existence.  Only another few seconds and he would have killed them all!Quickly, he attunes himself to the negative energies coursing all around him.  It is a trifling matter, but he grits his rotten teeth together as he does.  His earlier expeditions into the Rib Vault on the Abyss have depleted his resources enough that he will not be able to return to Moil until he can regain his spells, leaving those foul adventurers with more than enough time to do as they will- if they can bypass Acererak’s clever gauntlet of Moilian zombies.  Felenga frowns.  He is certain they will.In the worst mood of his entire existence, Felenga broods as he falls through the Void.  Nothing approaches him, for this is the Void, and there is virtually nothing within it to approach him.  After a time, unable to bear the suspense, he casts his hidden scry.*  The party of accursed adventurers is melting through part of the ceiling.  They have a reasonable hole already; it seems that at least a few Moilians must have dropped down through the mists in the process.  Felenga watches as they capture his familiar.  He watches, unable to believe it, as they gate back to Var with Mr. Grab.  And he cackles with glee as he watches them set about questioning it, leaving his phylactery- which they were so close to- safe.But not for long; they’ll surely return and find it.  The only question is, where can he put it where it will be more secure?And the only possible answer comes to him.  Felenga waits impatiently until he can finally regain his spells and gates directly to the middle of the Moilian gauntlet.  Above him, in the ceiling of ice, is a large humanoid shape.  Felenga smiles at his own genius as he frees his phylactery from its frozen prison, then plane shifts to the Negative Energy Plane.  He casts attune form to ensure the environment will not cause him or his phylactery any undue distress, then greater teleports them both to Acererak’s Fortress of Conclusion.*One of Felenga’s epic spells.Next Time: Our heroes try to extract information from Felenga’s familiar!  Plus: Angelfire falls in love!</blockquote>

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