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6/7/2016 12:01:28 AM
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As she approaches it, she already gets blown with a whiff of the pustulent, disgusting air. [i][u]"Let me through first. I will mask our presence."[/u][/i] Noiratrom steps through the portal.
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[b]Astrid nods and waits for him to pass through, following him once he's in [/b]
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They were inside what seemed to be a castle built for a giant, with pestilent reeking at every corner. Before she could draw breath, a bubble appeared around her mouth. [i][u]"Careful. The air here is thick with filth. A single breath could mean death to you."[/u][/i]
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"Alright, thanks for the warning. I'll be careful to not pop the bubble, I rather not die in this disgusting place..." [spoiler]daemons that are Slaashi hate Nurgle, right? I think he's Slaasesh's rival[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I think so.[/spoiler] He focused. [i][u]"She will most likely be in his main chamber. Let us hurry. I have managed to send him a viable distraction, that Tzeentch challenged him to a magick duel. It should give us some time."[/u][/i]
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"That's good, it should provide us enough time to escape with her...." [b]Astrid loads her crossbows.[/b]
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[i][u]"Follow me. I know this place too well for my own good..."[/u][/i]
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"The way you say it, it must be awful..." [b]Astrid smiles at him and starts to follow.[/b]
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[i][u]"I spent tens of thousands of years under the slavery of Nurgle. I had to take hundreds of showers once I liberated myself from his control..."[/u][/i]
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"Ewww, I can't imagine how gross that must have been. All those diseases and sores....." [b]Astrid shudders at the thought.[/b]
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[i][u]"Best not to think of them."[/u][/i] The architecture of the place was strange. Old, rotten stones, rotten doors of wood, moss everywhere, it was like an old, abandoned castle.
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[b]Astrid nods and takes a few mental pictures of the place, checking for weak points that they might use one day.[/b]
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[i][u]"The central chamber is near."[/u][/i] She could hear it. The distant, pained moans of agony.
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"And I'm guessing that's Isha.... Poor girl.... I've never been a fan of suffering....." [b]Astrid readies her scythe and sneaks towards the chamber.[/b]
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[i][u]"He has many test subjects. But Isha is his most prized one. His way of showing his twisted love."[/u][/i]
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"He doesn't know how to be a good lover... Just more reasons to hate him...."
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[i][u]"Luckily I do..."[/u][/i] He chuckles, going down a flight of rotten stairs.
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[b]Astrid follows him down the stairs, slightly nervous about how stable they are.[/b]
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He holds her hand, but he was so large that he basically held her entire body in his hand, picking her up. [i][u]"Here. Let me help."[/u][/i]
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"Thank you..." [b]Astrid smiles at him and switches to her crossbows, ready to act as ranged support for him.[/b]
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The tunnels grow dark and damp, they were approaching the inner chamber. [i][u]"Get ready... as soon as we free her, he will know."[/u][/i]
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[b]Astrid nods and switches to Magik dampening bolts.[/b]
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The room they entered was simply horrific. Tubes with strange lifeforms in them were living agonizing lives as they were used to test Nurgle's plagues. Each of them was mutated by a horrible, monstrous disease... they were like vegetables. Unable to barely remain conscious. [i][u]"Try not to let this place taint you as it has tainted me so long ago. Try to remain pure..."[/u][/i]
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"I want to put them out of their misery.... Let them finally know peace..."
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[i][u]"I would wish to do so as well. But that would attract too much attention, and the wrath of Nurgle. To do so would completely shatter my plan. I am afraid we cannot do such a thing."[/u][/i] He says, walking past them.
