Dear diary, it's done. My power remains, but my Aria has not returned.

Yeah, well,

time for step two. Step 2. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, Oh, I'm going to use. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Oh, Oh, The three of you are standing on the face of a gigantic skull, the skull of

on the buried god. You have made your way here after being invited by his disembodied

voice from down a tunnel and come through alone. The port call is closing behind you.

As you walk across the skull very carefully trying not to fall into the endless abyss below.

You approached a source of light that was in this room,

the sword Excalibur or sorry, Scalibur. I keep forgetting that I need to go through

I need to go find and replace in my campaign notebook for the word Excalibur. The sword Scalibur, a silver blade

inlaid with rubies and Celtic knots that has been buried in this skull just a few feet beyond the

brow line. As you approach this sword you hear that voice again, and it says,

would it have killed you to wipe your feet

before setting foot on my skull and before you on the other side of

the blade the three of you see the most beautiful man any of you have ever seen in your lives.

His quaffed blonde hair cascades down over the pauldrons of his royal red vestments.

Around his neck is a gigantic golden pendant

in the shape of a crescent moon.

He's holding a mirror that he's looking into and just kind of preening almost like

he is just barely paying attention to any of you as he greets you.

Uh, hell, hi.

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