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Ronan and then Tamra start down the iron ladder which descends about 15' into a brightly lit room where Takao and the other man are engaged in combat.  The purple lights from the spell seem to distract the man and he gives ground to Takao, backing dangerously close to the candles.  

Hundreds of them line the walls here, their flames swaying and dancing.  Some are tall, as if they were lit just moments ago, while others are burnt down to stubby mounds of wax.

In the center of the room stands an onyx pedestal supporting a massive tome bound in gold and worn black scales. 

The walls are decorated with detailed murals depicting what must be the lives of heroes:  warriors rising up from humble beginnings to lead armies against forces of darkness; humble apprentices inheriting arcane powers from their masters, casting down kings and emperors with a wave of their wands; meek rouges growing to become daring shadow lords; and destitute warrior monks rising to become leaders of holy armies.

  
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Charlie's kick connected with the large man's jaw and he went limp, his head rolling slightly to the side, apparently out cold.

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