Blibdoolpoolp bows so low his forehead smacks against the wet stone. He seems thrilled to have a new holy mission.

[b]"As You command, Great One!"[/b] he croaks with wet enthusiasm. [b]"We will seal his skin! We will keep the spirit inside! We will make him whole so You may judge him properly!"[/b]

He turns to the other Kuo-toa and begins barking orders for bandages made of kelp and poultices made of mud.

You feel a soft warmth in your mind. It is Nyphl. The flumph sends a wave of pure gratitude across your link. It feels like a deep sigh of relief. The floating creature drifts down toward the dying drow. Its tentacles begin to pulse with a gentle light. You know they will be busy for a while.

You turn and walk away.

You leave the noise of the throne room behind. You head toward the older, deeper part of the cathedral. The air here is different. It is stale and still. The wet slapping sounds of your followers fade away.

As you walk, the hallway changes. The stone is darker here. The carvings are sharper. And then you feel it.

It starts in your stomach. It is a sick, twisting feeling. You feel heavy. Your legs feel like lead. Each step is hard work. It is like the gravity in this hall is wrong. It pulls you down. It drags at your bones.

You feel nauseous. The world spins a little. You have to put a hand on the wall to steady yourself. The stone is cold and wet under your palm. The air feels thick and oily. It presses against your skin. You feel like you might throw up.

The sickness tries to push you back. But something else pulls you forward. It is a dark call. It comes from the deep.

You look down the long hall.

There is a door at the end. It is large and dark.

Two Kuo-toa stand in front of it. They are not like the others. They are huge. They have thick muscles and scarred scales. They are Monitors. They look strong. They hold heavy stone clubs in their hands. They stand perfectly still. They guard the forbidden door. They have not seen you yet.