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Yes, the gate opens well away from the sigil and the worms nearby.

Looking to the gate, as a throng of fur, claws and teeth emerge, Cera moves to hear the report of the one she called forth through it. "Tantalus! It is good to see you and your brethren. Amazing that goblins that we helped in the underdark have found you. It seems that our list of allies grows larger all the time. I would be happy to see how they perform in battle. Tell everyone that they are welcome to share in the spoils of victory." Cera grins a toothy grin as hordes of creatures pour onto the battlefield.

Raising her arms in cheer, she welcomes the rest of the newcomers, rising into the air with glee. Cera seems visibly shaken and drops to the ground as Lorm Dragonheart appears. Her eyes glow a bright blood red and she leers in his direction. Just then a crossbow bolt flies out at Lorm and falls to the ground. "Almost, It was a nice try drow. Perhaps if he had been in combat, you would have done better."

When Fystor and Balfic arrive, Cera walks to them and greets them fondly. "'Bout time you two showed up. We almost started fighting without you." Points her clawed thumb back at Lorm.

The party hears a crack like the booming of thunder in the vicinity of the children. Looking in that direction, you see waves of distortion rippling out from an area several yards away from the gray mottled child. The scenery twists and stretches (think Sliders) and takes the shape of a humanoid form. As quickly as it started, it stops and a creature of stone is standing where the distortion was. This creature is brimming with sharp spikes all over it and it’s eyes glow a fierce red. It holds a brilliant silver shield and carries a weapon that sends waves of force out around it. Even at this distance, you feel the weapon’s power. Ideas tumble through your head at incredible speed, your heart races, you feel a strange insanity wash over you.

The creature crouches into a fighting stance as worms spring toward it and bounce off it’s exterior. It takes stock of its surroundings. Its eyes glow brighter upon noticing the party and the vision of Sebastion hovering over Jewel. It turns to the mottled child and speaks to it as a mother might speak to a scolded child. “Óski! What are you doing? Why have you come out here? This is a bad place to be right now.” Hearing the roar from the bathhouse makes the creature cringe. “A very bad place to be right now. I hate undead, Óski.” She looks down and stomps several worms as undead of all types close in from down the street. “It might be a good idea for us to make a hasty retreat here. Live to fight again another day, eh?” At this point, a sigil appears on the ground between the creature and the paladin holding rear guard. Sebastion’s voice booms with a summons. “Just in the nick of time! Well Óski, looks like we might fight after all. Perhaps there will be a foe out there that might be able to send us to Valhalla!”

With that, she points her sword to an area away from the sigil and begins to concentrate. Within moments, a window is torn in the fabric of reality and a different place can be seen beyond it. (Gate) “Tantalus, it is I, Cera the Chaos Champion. I am here in the Necropolis, a cursed place needing to be purged for a very long time. But, I am not alone. Many of the heroes that you once saw me with, who championed your freedom with me, are to be here as well, ready to strike this blow with us. For a year now, you have gathered your brethren together and flourished, passing my seed along to give you strength. I call that strength to my side this day that we may strike a serious blow to the forces of death and evil in this world. Come forth and sow your chaos throughout the unliving. If you die today, may your death have meaning and glory behind it.”