Wither crawls from his roughspun sack and makes quick work of waking the others, who introduce themselves and attempt to make sense of their situation.
Wither Whither, Citizen Lich, who seeks the fabled Library of Hell
Doctor Gori, mysterious castaway from another dimension who is delighted to find a baby tyrannoclops still asleep inside his tunic
Tarka, Cave Otter out for a lark
Thunk, flaxen-furred, vainglorious Wooly Neanderthal, still convinced that this he is in a spa
Krodok, the last remaining member of the original party, here to find the object of his adoration, Shantora Lax
The party wakes up with nothing but their clothes. Wither, Gori, and Krodok arm themselves with surgical tools, and Wither has collected 2 scrolls and fashioned a satchel from the bag in which he regained corporeal vitality.
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They are a room of smooth-polished white stone, amply lit by oil lamps. The room is about 15x25'. Four narrow beds, now unoccupied, line the righthand wall.
The left side of the room is fitted with a long table that runs the length of the room. It contains several drains, restraints, and wicked-looking tools. A taboret fits under the table, and is filled with more tools, and sets of extensible antennae attached to small, rectangular boxes by strange cords. There is a bin, thankfully empty, labeled, "DISCARD HEADS."
There are doors to North and South.
Suddenly the North door swings open! In the frame of the door stands a stout, middle-aged grey-skinned humanoid in priestly vestments, followed by four younger ones dressed as acolytes. The Nullites stare at you in open-mouthed shock.
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