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nevish darkwind
Guest
*as the one called tara thinks about attacking darkwind, she is overcome with a feeling of the grave danger awaiting those who even touch him without his permission (the results are very painful if not fatal). he continues to sit in his seat ignoring the exceedingly large woman and drinking his ale. if she does indeed attack she is pummled with a force so stong as to knock her flat on her back and almost unconcious. the man then stand over her and points a prismatic, glowing hand at her face. he releases the contained blast of energy and watches as it erupts in a colorful burst. tara feels every type of pain all at once as her body wriths on the floor. the she vanishes. when she awakens she is on a small plane surrounded by millions of other tormented souls. a telepathic message enters her mind.*
" you have chosen to face me, dispite my many warnings. now your soul is traped for eternity on my own private prison demi-plane. i hope you enjoyed yourself."
*the man returns to his seat and continues to drink and await the next fool to challenge him.*
" you have chosen to face me, dispite my many warnings. now your soul is traped for eternity on my own private prison demi-plane. i hope you enjoyed yourself."
*the man returns to his seat and continues to drink and await the next fool to challenge him.*