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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 975422" data-attributes="member: 1210">Angelfire's Burning GroinThe simulacra of Malford and Orbius head towards the local Belmax Corporation base.  On the way the false Malford ditches the faux Orbius, heading to buy a number of alchemical items and special supplies, including a grappler crossbow, a repeating crossbow, thunderstones, acid, tangelfoor bags and more from Belmax.  The simulacrum thinks fondly of his friend Belmondo.The real Orbius communes at 11 a.m. in the morning.Will magic items be permanently harmed?  No.In general, how will our magic work?  Poorly.Will trumps work?  With great difficulty.What effects will there be on us as outsiders?  None.Will psionics function normally there?  No.Can we cast spells?  Yes.What is the name of someone who will be friendly and helpful?  Unknown.Will artifacts function normally?  Probably.Where are the Halls of the Unbound?  Across the Dragon's Gap.Will I be able to commune with you?  With difficulty.What skills will aid us in overcoming the difficulty of casting spells?  None.How are they likely to react to us in the Halls of Greypeak?  Badly.What is the general alignment?  Neutral.Who will be the greatest foe we are likely to meet?  Lord Ruin.What is his greatest weakness?  Unknown.Will he know we're there?  No.When are we likely to cross paths with him and his allies?  Any time.Will simulacra function?  No.As Orbius ponders the results of his conversation with the All-Seeing Boccob, Angelfire leaves the room.  He feels pretty icky, actually; his stomach is upset and his groin burns uncomfortably.  Moreover, his bladder is screaming for release.  He heads to the lavatory, hoping that relieving himself will help- or that he'll be able to see something going on down there, it doesn't feel good at all- but as he urinates something silver-grey shoots out of him.  He whimpers- it hurts!!  When he's finished an agonized ninety seconds of peeing, a strange ooze is burbling in the tank of sewage beneath the loo.  And worse, his manhood is badly burnt from its acidic passage.The touch of Chaos, Angelfire realizes.  My recent stomach pains.  A... a Chaos baby.He stares in sick fascination for a moment, then closes the lid, washes up and heads out of the castle for the evening.  No one will know, he tells himself.  He seeks out a gnomish piercing expert and has something put into the ruined mess of his groin. "A little more than two weeks til my sword's ready from Fandral," notes Sybele at the castle.  "I don't suppose we could wait?""I can't," says Lester.  "The geas.""We should settle down after this," Thrush tells Sybele.  She puts him off, but later in the evening she visits a jeweler and commissions a pair of mithral rings.  That night, she asks Jezebel if she wants to accompany the party to this low-magic realm. After an agonized moment's hesitation, Jezebel says, "Yes."Malford interjects, "That may not be a good idea.  They may never have seen your like.""What about him?"  Jezebel points at Lester, with his bat-wings.  "Or his skin?"  She gestures at the scarlet-skinned Angelfire, who seems strangely quiet this evening.  "Good point," Malford concedes.  "Very well."The party passes through the pearlescent door.Next Time: To Arba, where magic sucks!</blockquote>

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