The monster roared as its thick, fur-matted flesh tore and blood spilt from it, turning its dark hair darker where it flowed.  Its bull eyes, massive and black, searched for the source of its ire -- and found her.  It lifted Ninsunu's shattered remains with the tip of it's club, and plucked the body up with startling ease; the weight of a man was nothing in the arms of this monster.<br/><br/>Then it stomped, smashing massive hooves into the floor with such force that the pillars that held the high ceiling of the throne room aloft trembled.  Dust and debris from far above began to fall down, and it didn't let up as the monster began to charge, not toward Amelia – though its eyes were locked on her, yes – but toward the elf.  As it ran, it flung the corpse it held – right over the elf, a heavy, fleshy missile to return the damage Amelia inflicted.  Ninsunu's body was flung with such force that there was hardly time to react!<br/><br/>And it kept moving, taking its huge club into both hands, lifting it up as it neared the elf, clearly intent on batting her aside; getting hit by that massive metal instrument wouldn't just mean bruises and broken bones, it'd probably mean a trip across the room, too.<br/><br/>While the room shuddered under the force of the monster, Hedenabi read the pictographs on the wall, searched for some kind of clue, some way out that didn't mean going face to face with the monster.  Good for her; the stories carved into the walls of this throne echo the stories she'd heard in the past.  Did the people know, from the very start, that it was their fate to end here, buried, to die as grave goods for the lords of this place?<br/><br/><strong>Hedenabi</strong>, you're here for the story, so that's what I think is valuable to you: on all the walls etched through with these pictographs, near the end, there are cruder carvings, but they are all the same, a skeletal figure, underlined three times, holding a spear firmly planted in the ground – all over the walls, always at the ends of the stories.  We remain, we remain, we remain.<br/><br/><strong>Queluna and Amelia</strong>, you're both in dire straits here; let us know what your plan is, but if it involves not getting mashed up, it's probably going to start with defying danger.