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"Are you my father?"
Nasty I am your father#Darth Vader, I was taken from you when you were born along with several others whom I had never met. All I know is that these 2 Horcs (His word for 1/2 orcs) kept talking about the prophecy would never be fulfilled and that their master would reign eternal bringing the world into the shadow.
They have been performing dark rituals down here trying to build an army of hybrid undead bugs called Lichlings. All in the anticipation of the return of....Booraun!
Even though you are miles below the surface you still hear the thunder crackle...Dramatically!
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Nasty: Your father hears your request, I can help you he says That one I can help you with. He steps past the party and walks to the center of the room. THE KEYS he shouts TAKE US TO THE KEYS.
All the butterflies instantly stop beating their wings. The entire room begins to sink into the ground, slowly at first, then faster and faster, as if the room were plunging in free fall down an empty shaft.
The Stanky Orc seems oblivious to the free fall Now where were we? he asks Nasty Ah yes, How has life been treating you son?
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TAK: Ah no problem, Jasmine it is
Nasty:Still got that serpent huh, that was my gift to you when you were born. Do an old orc a favor and pass it on to your firstborn would ya.
Jenny:Don't really know about smashing ourselves to death, one stops worrying about pesky things like that after death...as if on cue The room begins slowing and eventually stops moving, settling gently as if on a bed of feathers.Were here says Stanky Good Luck The image of Stanky shimmers and fade. A moment later, its gone.
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Alissa/ Schism: as you are bickering with yourself/ one another...
The walls of the descending room vanish, the PC's see an immense room(110'L x 220'W) with sheer ivory walls. The 40' ceiling is enchanted with permanent continual light, bathing the room in a dim glow. Before you(30' in front) looms an ivory statue of a head nearly 30' in diameter. The head resembles a human skull covered with withered and rotting flesh. Shanks of long matted hair, also rendered in ivory, extend from the scalp. Intense pinpoints of red light shine from the black eyesockets. Imbededded in the center of the forehead, in plain view is an ivory key.
Dozens of spindly ivory trees, their branches filled with white butterflies whose wings beat in a slow, steady rhythm, sprout from the ivory floor throughout the room. Shallow dishlike indentations open in 2 sections of the rooms floor(they are 30' to each side of the head)
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He starts to walk towards it unless anyone stops him from doing so.
Nasty As you approach the statue, the light in it's eyes flares brightly and it's jaws slowly widen. The head spews a blast of poison gas in a cone 50'W x 100'L, reeking of decay and death, Everyone must make a save vs poison(DC14) or take Ewwww: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 3) = 9 half damage if you make it.
Immediately after the stench attack, the ground begins to rumble. A moment later, 2 twenty foot diameter ivory fists burst through the dishlike indentations on each side of the head, each hand has 12 fingers that end in snarling reptilian heads with razor sharp fangs.
The Hydra hands move toward the party, the reptilian heads hissing and snapping. As the hands lurch, all the butterflies flutter from the trees and move toward the party in thick cloudlike swarms.