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Umbra- You fail to cast. You are struck by one of the somethings, which you now identify as a thorn...you start to feel weak.

Grim- The burning is too strong, reducing your entire hand to just bone alone... You are transported to the Netherworld, where your hand falls apart.

Umbra- As your shadows race though the air they slow, and some being to attack the other shadows, turning the salvo into a chaotic mess of tendrils some distance from their lines. You notice the Octapi manipulating their (physical) tendrils, thinking maybe this has something do with with everything else. As the shadows fight the Soliders begin charging in your general direction. Some of them whip out their little sticks and begin firing something out at you, some of the somethings exploding little pustals of acid.

Grim blacks out before managing to burn the skin completely. The head mage brings your round.

Umbra- Sorry, you suceeded.

Grim- He places it on his finger and instantly puts out his arms and sways, probably from the lack of floor. "It is incredible..." He mumbles staring down at the floor "This is the Netherworld...the place that Mortals fear to tread....The place where the dead dwell...Even someone such as I would not dare pass the first out circle of the Netherworld...But you young adventurers will no doubt want to go anyway, so I shall instruct you." He takes off the ring and returns it to you. "Now first, and most importantly, how to get back. Just take the ring off. Now, to get to the Netherworld you must heat the ring while it is on your figure, so that it burns though to the bone. I can help with the pain, of course, when it touches the bone you will be transported to the realm of the dead."

Umbra- Near the gate you hear a shriek, like a cat being sat on. Then there is shouting and swords being drawn.

Grim- "Ahh, a rare artifact indeed...Do you mind?" He puts his hand out.

Igos- It seems like that is what got them into this mess in the first place...doing it again could make things much worse, especially now they know our faces.

Umbra- The gate seems to be guarded by a batallion of about 20 men and women, some armed with swords, some armed with little sticks, both of which are slung on the belt. They also have two creations with them, they look a bit like Octapi, but they float in the air.

The energy ball doesn't coaless properly.

Umbra- You create the shields +.2 Dark +.1 Shadow The energy ball seems too massive to summon with both shields up.

Umbra- Err, what?

Archarnis- I think we should get out of this town before we end up as slaves...like that lot over there... Maybe we could ask the Orcs back home to come and negotiate a deal...though they might leave to join this place...I think we should ask Kemoss

Jen- (Probably) As you continue into the cave the light orb seems to get weaker and weaker.

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Igos- "No. I tire of your company, you may go....Human."

Jen- Having iced up the wall you travel further into the cave... it remains spooky.

Jen- The cave seems very spooky and very dark too. Even with the light orb your shadows seem to dance more readily than usual....

Igos- "It was Chesmoss who drove us from our quarry, who attracted the scorpians to it! We shall not pay you to undo the destruction he has wrought!"

Jen fails to break though the rocks...something tells you that they are too thick and too heavy.

Umbra- She thinks for a moment then offers you a quest... "There is a gate not far south from here, I want you to break though it...it is guarded so be careful!"

Jen- You fail. "Mama!!!" "Come here little one, don't worry, I got you." "What are you doing?" "Just talking a little..." "Well don't, I need that life crystal not a little puppy." "No harm in..." "No Harm! Remember the last time you got attached to one of these things!" "No..." The voices fade away with the footsteps.

Grim-30 minutes then.

Umbra- "The Shapers live in their luxury, hoarding their skills, giving us only the merest basics of what we need! They refuse to train those who do not meet their standards and rule with an Iron Fist! Your help means little to us without action!"