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Thread: Talon and Claw. (A Diabolical Campaign)

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    The oak door creaks open and the smell of decay washes over the party in a wave of nausea. Beyond the door is a long tunnel, dimly lit by runes on the floor that look like those on the lightning pillars of the previous rooms though these issue forth a roving darkness instead of a thrashing light like the runes before.

    The black runes on the floor are not the only things that catch your attention and the cause of the smell becomes rather clear. Manacles line the walls on either side of the hallway and hanging from each set of manacles is the rotting remains of a corpse. The corpses are varied, some being Human while several of the monster races stick out but each is similar in that they are hooked to the wall by their wrists and they are cleaved in two, their legs and hips missing leaving only the arms, torso, and head to hang.

    As you looks at the corpses one of the dark runes flares forth, its dark energies slamming into the half-corpse of a Human. Immediately the corpse-flesh begins to quickly heal, the desiccated torso becoming whole and flush though the missing flesh doesn't regenerate.

    Immediately blood starts to ooze from the Humans torso, eyes, and mouth as it thrashes against its bonds in pain. The remains open its mouth to scream but you notice that the thing has no tongue so only a low moan escapes, barely loud enough for those in the back to hear. All too quickly the Human begins to wither again as its world becomes nothing but the physical pain of dying and the mental pain of knowing that it is inevitable.

    "Yes yes you found it. The great failures yes Lord they found it." comes the groaning voice of the Storm Shaman from above you. You look up and you can see the little creature looking down at you from a small, heavily rusted grate placed in the ceiling. The Storm Shaman grins it's needle toothed grin, acrid black saliva slowly dripping from between its teeth as it leans over, looking at the party. "You this far, maybe not fail like these." he croaks, gesturing to the half-corpses on the wall. It is apparent to you that these corpses are the remains of the failed Claws, at least those that weren't consumed by the Dragon.

    The Storm Shaman's smile fades and it hobbles away after its few words, "Far to go still, best keep moving before the Standard knows." it says as it rights itself and begins to move away, apparently having a conversation with itself as it walks away, no doubt to some other spot where it can keep an eye on you.
    Last edited by DiabolicalFurby; 2008-08-25 at 05:01 PM.
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