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This round, no funky time bending effect. On 23: The flayer looks around the room, and decides that coweardice is the better part of valor. He rolls quikly, and begins falling towards the floor below. Suddenly, on his way to the ground, he gives gravity a toss and begins hanging in mid air.
The flayer unstoppers the vial in his hand, downing its contents in a single disgusting display of squid-like imbiding, and fades from view. Then it does something else you can't see...
"ow"... The mind flayer lays in its square for its turn, collecting its wits off the floor with its tentacles.
The mind flayer glances around the room, otherworldy disdain reflecting in the black orbs of his eyes. Suddenly he begins to rise up in the air slowly, until he is 'standing' within reach of the key. He begins reciting something...
"Oh, Jyra, your friends are coming... good, I was so hungry..." His voice sounds like a burlap bag filled with broken glass banging on the side of a pregnant cow. In your minds you can feel distant tendrils of other thoughts.
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