Saniago Torres part 10: The Horde Strikes!

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Saniago Torres part 10: The Horde Strikes!

Post by Elysia » Tue Jan 07, 2020 10:10 am

There is apparently some problem with Chosen mobs speaking human despite being flagged dreadlord or myrddraal, no idea what's up with that, so here's what the mobs actually said.

Moridin 'The Horde is summoned. Enter the gate, all east of the well.'

The Courtyard
This area of the courtyard runs right up to the mountain cliff nestled between
the two keeps. Rocks and boulders lie scattered around the floor having fallen
from the cliff face from some strong force. The keeps themselves seem to have
suffered immense damage to their upper levels from the falling rocks.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A glowing portal hovers here forming a gateway to another place.
Gnarsh the Darkling Senior is standing here.
Bludlust the Wretched Predator is standing here.
A beastly, boar-headed trolloc growls maliciously, surrounded by a dark aura.
A wolfish trolloc is here, howling for blood, surrounded by a dark aura.

In the Black Stone Building
Black stone forms the walls of this building, interspersed with glassless
windows that let in the ruddy light of the north-eastern Blight. There are
a number of hard chairs of the deepst black wood, carefully lacquered. A
black stone mantel is set on the far wall, devoid of decorations.
[ obvious exits: ]
Desperation the Darkling is standing here.
Bludlust the Wretched Predator is standing here.
Cruoris the Great Havoc is standing here.
Mikhan the Tain Shadar is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Gnarsh the Darkling Senior is standing here.
A broad-shouldered young man studies you with dazzling blue eyes, surrounded by a dark aura.
Graendal, one of the legendary Forsaken, looks at you with little concern, surrounded by a dark aura.
Rahvin, Chosen by the Shadow, calmly dismisses his surroundings, surrounded by a dark aura.
Rahvin is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
Sammael, one of the Chosen, stands before you in glory, surrounded by a dark aura.
Lanfear, the Daughter of Night, stands by, wrapped in pride and arrogance, surrounded by a dark aura.

Gnarsh says 'Different wholist'

Gnarsh says 'We ain't in kansas any more'

Moridin says 'We will wait for those lagging behind a moment.'

Moridin says 'The Chosen have concerns about this Dragon Reborn, Saniago Torres.'

Sammael nods in agreement.

Desperation says 'perhaps we should kill him'

Bludlust licks his mouth and smiles.
Gnarsh nods in agreement.

Desperation says 'and rip his arms off'

Gnarsh grovels in the dirt.

Moridin says 'The Horde will. But first...'
Moridn says 'We must ensure that his plots and plans don't ensnare the humans.'
Moridin says 'One channeler we can deal with.'

Mikhan nods at Moridin.

Moridin says 'All of the human forces united as well as that other world united...'
Graendal says 'Without any way to get in touch with our other selves in the other world...'
Moridin says 'That will be a challenge.'
Moridin says 'We may not be strongly ta'veren, but we do shape the pattern.'
Moridin says 'We cannot risk entering that world ourselves. The Horde will have to, eventually.'

Graendal looks impatient.
Desperation nods at Graendal.

Moridin says 'Graendal's eyes and ears have uncovered that these Dragonsworn are capturing high ranking officers and lords from various nations.'

Mikhan strokes his chin thoughtfully.

Moridin says 'Having captured one herself, she determined that they are being Compulsed, probably in an effort to unite the lands in favor of this Torres.'

Desperation licks his lips at the thought of eating eyes and ears.

Lanfear says 'Not Torres. Lews Therin.'

Mikhan says 'You believe this man to be Lews Therin reborn, Lanfear?'

Elysia wizshouts 'There's apparently some code thing that prevents me making these forsaken speak trolloc. Wonderful.'.

Lanfear nods at Mikhan.

Lanfear says 'I have spied on him in the Twisted Braem.'
Moridin says 'As he is Lews Therin, we cannot risk him uniting both his world and ours.'
Moridin says 'We believe his base of operations is the Twisted Braem. Venture out there and put an end to the Compulsion.'
Moridin says 'Do you know how to work the portal stones?'

Mikhan strokes his chin thoughtfully.

Moridin says 'Using the stone keys?'

Mikhan says 'I have not used one yet, but I have seen this discs'
Gnarsh says 'Gnarsh knows some things...'
Mikhan says 'They load on the Asha'man types who guard the portal stones?'

Moridin says 'It takes two combinations, one a triangle in a circle, either pointing up or down, and one from the lower half of the column.'
Moridin says 'The symbol for Twisted Braem consists of two half circles.'
Moridin says 'Now go, and do the Chosen's bidding.'

Desperation gets a mean look in his eye as he brandishes his weapon.
Desperation growls menacingly.
Gnarsh points in all directions, seemingly confused.

Mikhan says 'crab, may have to AFK real quick for a few'

A bright slash of light dilates into a gateway to another place.

People step through the gateway.

~@~

At the Dead End
The crack abruptly ends at a solid rock wall with no way out save the
west. The rock wall may seem possible to climb for skilled ones, but
sharp and slippery wet walls would make it practically impossible.
Seemingly out of place, a worn, ancient obelisk stands partially buried in
the ground.
[ obvious exits: W ]
An ancient stone column stands broken and partially buried in the ground.
Stryker Eureka is here, fighting an Aiel warrior.
Monsoon the Darkling Master is here, fighting a Dragonsworn.
Dimst the Trolloc is here, fighting an Aiel warrior.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is here, fighting an Aiel warrior.
Gnarsh the Darkling Senior is here, fighting an Aiel warrior.
An Aiel warrior is here, fighting Gnarsh.
A tall man with short reddish hair and a hard face walks silently by.
A tall man with short reddish hair and a hard face walks silently by.
A tall man with short reddish hair and a hard face walks silently by.
An Aiel warrior is here, fighting Dimst.
An Aiel warrior is here, fighting Occum.
A Dragonsworn is here, fighting Monsoon.
A scout stands here, gathering information.

The sound of discs clinking together can be heard from the pouch. <--- A hint as they were planning to return to RK.

Stryker gets a smooth metallic disc from a soft leather pouch.
Stryker gets a smooth metallic disc from a soft leather pouch.
Stryker gets a smooth metallic disc from a soft leather pouch.
Stryker gets a smooth metallic disc from a soft leather pouch.
Stryker gets a smooth metallic disc from a soft leather pouch.
Stryker gets a mirrored lantern from a soft leather pouch.
Stryker gets fifteen gold crowns from a soft leather pouch.

Gnarsh puts a smooth metallic disc in a stone column.

A smooth disc seems to sink into the column.

A strange hum echoes around the hollow.

A smooth disc detaches itself from the column.

A strange hum intensifies until it rings in your ears.

A bright flash of light illuminates the horizon.

Far in the Braem Wood
An old chestnut tree stands here, in splendid isolation amidst the
thousands of oak-trees of every shape and variety. The bark of the tree is
old and gnarled, and its girth is wider that four trollocs' reach. More
oaks, characteristic of the Braem Wood, can be seen north, south and west.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
An ancient stone column stands broken and partially buried in the ground.
Mello the Darkling Senior is standing here.
Monsoon the Darkling Master is standing here.
Bludlust the Wretched Predator is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Stryker Eureka is standing here.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Desperation the Darkling is standing here.

Stryker says 'Braem'

Desperation says 'oh look, we are eb'

Stryker says 'so why did we get sent here'

The quiet of the Twisted Braem surrounds you, devoid of wildlife. <--- Hint to suggest this is a no_mob as DS can't get onto water.

Desperation says 'to kill something'

Desperation says 'i hope'

Gnarsh says 'No critters eh'

Stryker says 'Yet'

Occum says 'so kill everything in other words'

~@~

The Chief Smuggler's Room
Obviously the bedroom of the person who works in the study to the north,
This room is also furnished with the best of everything. There are even
fine quality paintings on the walls.
[ obvious exits: N ]
A mole is here.
A mole is here.
A mole is here.
A short man with slicked back hair stands here, as if under a spell.

Our heroes enter and slay!

The Chief Smuggler's Room
Obviously the bedroom of the person who works in the study to the north,
This room is also furnished with the best of everything. There are even
fine quality paintings on the walls.
[ obvious exits: N ]
Gnarsh the Darkling Senior is here, fighting the mole king.
Romac the Infected Squirm is here, fighting a mole.
Kultunk the Dark High Master is here, fighting the mole king.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is here, fighting a mole.
Dimst the Trolloc is here, fighting a mole.
Stryker Eureka is here, fighting a mole.
Bludlust the Wretched Predator is here, fighting a mole.
Desperation the Darkling is here, fighting the mole king.
Mello the Darkling Senior is here, fighting a mole.
Monsoon the Darkling Master is here, fighting a mole.
A mole is here, fighting Mello.
A mole is here, fighting Stryker.
A mole is here, fighting Dimst.
The mole king is here, fighting Gnarsh.

<snip>

The mole king clambers to its feet.
Bludlust pounds the mole king's head.
Stryker slashes the mole king's left arm.
The mole king is mortally wounded, and will die soon, if not aided.
Monsoon pierces the mole king's body hard.
The mole king is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear the mole king's death cry.

~@~

When the group is done with mole king:

You hear footsteps in the corridor north of you, retreating to the east.

When the group is outside of mausoleum:

You see smoke over the trees to the south.

Street in an Abandoned Town
The forest opens up here into a large clearing which appears to be the remains
of an abandoned town. Weeds and bushes have grown up in the road, and many of
the houses have small trees rising up through the center. Few buildings here
still have all four walls. To the east the forgotten road leads away. To the west
you can see a fountain. To the north is a wall with a large chimney in it. To
the south lies the ruins of a small house.
[ obvious exits: N E W ]
The corpse of a plump pheasant is lying here.
The corpse of a brown deer is lying here.
A brown deer is here, fighting Rig.
A bird is here, fighting Dimst.
A brown deer is sitting here.
Mello the Darkling Senior is here, fighting a brown deer.
Dimst the Trolloc is here, fighting a brown deer.
Romac the Infected Squirm is here, fighting a brown deer.
Rig the Myrddraal is here, fighting a brown deer.

Outside a Manor
This mansion has been erected in a soft brown sandstone. The stone has been
carved and decorated. Windowsills are set into the stone, with small small
paned windows overlooking the countryside. Two tall oaken doors allow
access to the interior of the manor, although a smaller door has been fit
into one of the giant doors, for more practical use.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
The dismembered corpse of the lazy guard is lying here.
Kultunk the Dark High Master is standing here.
Monsoon the Darkling Master is standing here.
Desperation the Darkling is standing here.
Melancholy the Wolfish Trolloc is standing here.
Mikhan the Tain Shadar is resting here.
Mello the Darkling Senior is standing here.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Romac the Infected Squirm is standing here.
Rig the Myrddraal is standing here.

Rig hisses 'i am cehcking 1n'

Mikhan says 'a perfect trolloc'
Rig leaves north. [SNEAK]
Romac leaves north.
Dimst leaves north. [SNEAK]
Occum leaves north. [SNEAK]
You follow Occum.

In the Entry Hall
The floor is covered with slate tiles and dull gleaming wooden panels cover
the entirety of the walls, all the way up to a plastered ceiling. A large
lamp hangs from the center of the ceiling, illuminating the hallway. A
heavy door leads north, into the manor proper.
[ obvious exits: N S ]
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Romac the Infected Squirm is standing here.
Rig the Myrddraal is standing here.
Bargle the Room Mobol is standing here, grinning (Wizinvis).
A lazy looking guard is not happy being awake.
Mello has arrived from the south.

In the Quiet Garden
Beyond the smalldoor lies a breath of fresh air. Green shrubs and bushes
dot a grassy field that is situated in the inner courtyard of the manor.
Water gurgles from a fountain into a stone basin that lies in the middle of
a small, paved circular plaza. Several marble benches line the
circumference of the plaza, interspersed with rose bushes in large tubs.
[ obvious exits: S ]
A dark man in a long, black coat looms menacingly.
A large man with a hard face eyes you menacingly as you pass.
A Dragonsworn is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
A large man with a hard face eyes you menacingly as you pass.
A Dragonsworn is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
A large man with a hard face eyes you menacingly as you pass.
A Dragonsworn is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
A large man with a hard face eyes you menacingly as you pass.
A Dragonsworn is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
A large man with a hard face eyes you menacingly as you pass.
A Dragonsworn is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
A large man with a hard face eyes you menacingly as you pass.
A dark man in a long, black coat looms menacingly.
A pretty young man stands here, looking pensive.
Jahar Narishma is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!

l jahar
This darkly dressed man walks with graceful confidence, his cold
dispassionate eyes showing an indifference to the suffering of those around
him. He speaks with the calm assurance on one used to being obeyed
regardless of the costs his followers must pay in executing his orders.

Jahar Narishma is in excellent condition.

Jahar Narishma is using:
<used as light> a sphere of the Source
<worn on finger> a gold ring
<worn on finger> a gold ring
<worn around neck> a silver medallion
<worn on body> a black shirt trimmed in lace
<slung on back> a heron engraved scabbard
<worn on arms> a pair of polished, gold-plated vambraces
<worn on hands> a pair of dark gloves
<worn around wrist> a jeweled wristcuff
<worn around wrist> a jeweled wristcuff
<worn about waist> a belt with a buckle of cuendillar
<worn on legs> a pair of thick, gold-plated greaves
<worn on feet> a pair of lissome leather boots with metal capped toes

You attempt to peek at the inventory:
a wealth of gold crowns (2100)

Mello has arrived from the south. [SNEAK]

Mello tries to pound Jahar Narishma, but he parries successfully.

Jahar Narishma draws a heron marked longsword from a heron engraved scabbard with a flash of steel.
Jahar Narishma wields a heron marked longsword in a two-handed grip.
Jahar Narishma barely slashes Mello's left leg.
A Dragonsworn barely slices Mello's left leg.
A Dragonsworn joins a Dragonsworn's fight!
A Dragonsworn joins Jahar Narishma's fight!
A Dragonsworn joins Jahar Narishma's fight!
A Dragonsworn joins Jahar Narishma's fight!
A Dragonsworn joins Jahar Narishma's fight!
Jahar Narishma's hands make a sharp, circular motion.

Mello tries to pound Jahar Narishma, but he deflects the blow.
Mello panics, and attempts to flee!

Mello panics, and attempts to flee!

Mello leaves south.

<>

Mikhan unleashes a flurry of icy spikes at Jahar Narishma, who is stabbed repeatedly.

Desperation tries to hack Jahar Narishma, but he dodges the attack.
Jahar Narishma slashes Desperation's right leg.
Monsoon pierces Jahar Narishma's head hard.

Jahar Narishma frowns slightly and his eyes gleam with hatred.

Kultunk sends Jahar Narishma sprawling with a powerful bash!

Desperation barely hacks Jahar Narishma's left leg.
Kultunk blasts Jahar Narishma's body very hard.
Jahar Narishma is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear Jahar Narishma's death cry.

On the Upstairs Landing
Cut from stone, and fit together so perfectly that the seams are invisible
the spiralling stairs of polished black stone reach the wide circular
landing. Elegantly designed wrought iron railings twist with the stairs and
countinue to circle the landing. Polished brass wall sconces, their warm
glow flickering are evenly spaced for intimate lighting.
[ obvious exits: E W D ]

Rig has arrived from below.
Romac has arrived from below.
Dimst has arrived from below.
Occum has arrived from below. [SNEAK]
Bludlust has arrived from below.
Mello has arrived from below.

Mikhan has arrived from below. [SNEAK]
Melancholy has arrived from below.
Desperation has arrived from below.
Monsoon has arrived from below.
Kultunk has arrived from below.
Gnarsh has arrived from below.

In the Stuffy Attic
Cobwebs hang from the rafters of the stuffy attic beams. Meager light comes
in through a dirty pane of glass that lies low on the western wall. The
dust is disturbed by the shuffling of many feet. Some wooden crates have
been pushed against the wall, some covered by clothing or bedrolls to make
improvised bedding. A sturdy door leads out to the east.
[ obvious exits: E ]
A sturdy wooden crate stands here.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Romac the Infected Squirm is standing here.
Rig the Myrddraal is standing here.
Gnarsh the Darkling Senior is here, fighting a group of Compulsed prisoners.
Kultunk the Dark High Master is standing here.
Monsoon the Darkling Master is standing here.
Desperation the Darkling is standing here.
Melancholy the Wolfish Trolloc is standing here.
Mikhan the Tain Shadar is standing here.
A group of Compulsed prisoners is here, fighting Gnarsh.
Bludlust has arrived from the east.
Mello has arrived from the east.
Melancholy looks at a group of Compulsed prisoners.

l prisoners
The group stands quietly together, barely responding to your arrival. They
look distracted for some reason, as if their mind is dwelling on something
else. There are two women wearing a great serpent ring and a striped stole
among the prisoners. The attire worn indicate the presence of Tairens,
Illianers, Andoran, Seanchan, Children of the Light and Borderlanders.

A group of Compulsed prisoners is in excellent condition.

A group of Compulsed prisoners is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear a group of Compulsed prisoners's death cry.

In the Attic
In difference to the common attics, this room is not at all dark but
well-lit and with plenty of room to walk around in without bumping your
head in the ceiling. Crates and boxes are neatly placed along the walls,
and great care seems to have been taken while organizing this into a
storage compartment worthy of the house occupant.
[ obvious exits: W ]
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Romac the Infected Squirm is standing here.
Rig the Myrddraal is standing here.
A group of people huddles here, imprisoned.
Bludlust has arrived from the west.
Mello has arrived from the west.

l prisoners
The group stands and turns to face the door at the slightest hint of a new
arrival. There are stout warriors, haughty lords and even a woman wearing a
great serpent ring among the prisoners. The attire worn indicate the
presence of Tairens, Illianers, Andoran, Seanchan, Children of the Light
and Borderlanders.

Bludlust pounds a group of prisoners's body into bloody fragments!
A group of prisoners is dead! R.I.P.
Your blood freezes as you hear a group of prisoners's death cry.

~@~

The Courtyard
This area of the courtyard runs right up to the mountain cliff nestled between
the two keeps. Rocks and boulders lie scattered around the floor having fallen
from the cliff face from some strong force. The keeps themselves seem to have
suffered immense damage to their upper levels from the falling rocks.
[ obvious exits: N S W ]
A glowing portal hovers here forming a gateway to another place.
A red-eyed raven is here flying around.
A black shadow stallion paws the ground here, fiery-red eyes shining with evil.
A red-eyed raven is here flying around.
A hideous trolloc is here, in a world of hurt.
A tall and cloaked myrddraal locks eyes with you, smiling cruelly.

In the Black Stone Building (#30545) [ INDOORS NO_TPORTIN PEACE NO_TPORTOUT ]
Black stone forms the walls of this building, interspersed with glassless
windows that let in the ruddy light of the north-eastern Blight. There are
a number of hard chairs of the deepst black wood, carefully lacquered. A
black stone mantel is set on the far wall, devoid of decorations.
[ obvious exits: ]
Monsoon the Darkling Master is standing here.
Melancholy the Wolfish Trolloc is standing here.
Kultunk the Dark High Master is standing here.
Gnarsh the Darkling Senior is standing here.
Zeeb the Master Havoc is standing here.
Desperation the Darkling is standing here.
Mikhan the Tain Shadar is standing here.
Mello the Darkling Senior is standing here.
Dimst the Trolloc is standing here.
Romac the Infected Squirm is standing here.
Occum the Pugnacious Destroyer is standing here.
Bludlust the Wretched Predator is standing here.
Rig the Myrddraal is standing here.
Bargle the Room Mobol is standing here, grinning (Wizinvis).
A broad-shouldered young man studies you with dazzling blue eyes, surrounded by a dark aura.
Graendal, one of the legendary Forsaken, looks at you with little concern, surrounded by a dark aura.
Rahvin, Chosen by the Shadow, calmly dismisses his surroundings, surrounded by a dark aura.
Rahvin is surrounded by a shimmering white aura!
Sammael, one of the Chosen, stands before you in glory, surrounded by a dark aura.
Lanfear, the Daughter of Night, stands by, wrapped in pride and arrogance, surrounded by a dark aura.

Desperation says 'Master Rig scalped to verify the kill i am sure'

Desperation winks at Rig.

Rig hisses 'I think Mikhan did'

Gnarsh says 'We ate the bodies.'

Mikhan stops using the death scalp of Jahar Narishma slain in the Spine of the World.

Rig hisses 'Actually'

Gnarsh nods to himself, he must need reassurance.

Mikhan gives the death scalp of Jahar Narishma slain in the Spine of the World to Lanfear.

Mikhan winks at Lanfear.

Moridin says 'He was the one using Compulsion?'

Rahvin growls 'Help your kind, Zeeb!? I think not!'

Zeeb shivers uncomfortably.

Moridin says 'Perhaps we should keep an eye on his counterpart in our world...'

Mikhan says 'oh yeah, moridin'

Rig hisses 'then we killed those idiots'

Rig shivers from an icy cold force sent by Mikhan.

Moridin says 'He had Compulsed all his prisoners already?'

Rig hisses 'yes'

Graendal looks impressed.

Desperation says 'we ate them'

Mikhan chuckles politely.

Rig hisses 'I did let the trollocs feast'

Desperation licks his chops

Mikhan says 'I did not eat any of them.'
Mikhan says 'But the trollocs did.'

Moridin says 'Shame. If you had released the ones who weren't Compulsed yet, they could have contributed to chaos.'
Mikhan says 'Before my...change...I surely would have'

Mikhan licks his mouth and smiles.

Mikhan mutters to himself in complete disgust.

Rig hisses 'Interesting'

Mikhan says 'It seems we were too soon to slay them'

Gnarsh strokes his chin thoughtfully.

Mikhan says 'and not swift enough in our intellectual observations'

Rig hisses 'I was not under the impression we weren't to slay them!'

Moridin says 'Either way, the immediate threat to us has been removed.'

Desperation says 'well collectively we probably average about 7 intel'

Moridin says 'You have served the Chosen well.'

Bludlust snickers softly.

Desperation says 'so there is that'

Rig hisses 'Yes, they have served me very well!'

Moridin says 'I will see you are rewarded, keep the spoils to yourselves.'

Mikhan kneels solemnly before Moridin.

Sammael looks disdainful.

Romac snarls angrily.

Rig hisses 'Now you tell Sammael and Rahvin to give me their dung or I kill them'

Rig looks at Sammael.

Rig hisses 'Yea you, idiot'

People look at Sammael and Rahvin.

Moridin gestures.

Mikhan says 'the Chosen has Spoken'

Rig hisses 'ow'

Mikhan shrugs helplessly.

Rig hisses 'i'm very critical'

Mikhan says 'Who are we but to follow his lead'

Desperation snickers softly.

Gnarsh falls down laughing.

Romac throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!

Moridin says 'You do not command the Chosen, worm.'

Zeeb says 'its a hide room!'

Rig hisses 'I am Chosen'

Desperation says 'yeah razhak does'

Rig hisses 'What do you mean?!'

Desperation snickers softly.

Rig hisses 'anywho'

Moridin says 'Someone educate this fool.'

Rig rolls his eyes...sheesh!..

Gnarsh grovels in the dirt.

Rig hisses 'Just because you're the big bad Nae'blis!'
Rig hisses 'anyway'

Mikhan says 'Moridin'

Rig hisses 'ANYWAY'

Mikhan says 'Would you like me to silence this upstart fade?'
Rig hisses 'We have served the Great Lord greatly'

Moridin says 'Horde! Go feast!'

Mikhan says 'I live to serve.'

Desperation says 'feast on rig!'

Mikhan kneels solemnly before Moridin.

Mikhan peers closely at Rig, trying to figure him out.

Desperation says 'i mean...'

Gnarsh starts to drool.

Zeeb says 'I think he means feast on rig'

Mello says 'We cannot leave Great ONe.'

A bright slash of light dilates into a gateway to another place.

People step through the gateway.


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