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anything to do with you after, and I suspect the the Mercykillers would hunt
you down for escaping the Lady's 'justice.'"
Candrian nodded, "Well, the Inner Planes are a relatively simple matter,
whereas the Prime Material is of infinite varieties, it would be impossible to
describe how to navigate among all of them. I suspect a thorough
knowledge of the Outer Planes may be the most useful."
"Sounds about right. You mentioned Carceri... is that one of them?"
He nodded, "Ah, Carceri and its poisonous jungles, acid swamps, destructive
waters, strung like a string of rotten pearls nestled within one another..." He
paused and looked at me carefully, again fixing me in place with his eyes.
"Remember this, seeker: Carceri is a prison, home to the gehreleths, one of
the most dangerous types of fiends there is. The strength of the prison is the
strength of the captor, as strong as the prisoner lets it be. Destroy the
prisonkeeper, and a body can escape the Red Prison. There is almost no
other way out, not when the gates close themselves against you and watch
you spin off into the vast space surrounding the orbs. Be wary of Carceri,
traveler, for its bonds can be greater than flesh…."
We continued talking long into the night.
~~~~~
"Hello, Mebbeth."
The squat little woman pursed her lips and looked up to me, "You've grown
much since I last saw ye, child. I sense the power in ye is strong."
"Only because of your teachings, Mebbeth."
"Ach, flatterer," she waved a dismissive hand and rearranged the herbs on
her rack, "ye re-remembered more than I ever taught, if I reckon correctly."
"Still, it was because of your help."
"Hrmph. So yer off then, on that barmy quest to find the one who tried to
break open the Cage?"
I nodded, "I just wanted to say goodbye, Mebbeth. Hopefully not for the last
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