Sparky
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"Explain..." he rolls the word around in his mouth, "Alright," he says slowly, "I know what your friend sees," white shows all around the scholar's eyes. "I can read it in his eyes. He gazes upon the face," he draws out the word 'face' into a sinister hiss, "Of the Nightlord." The scholar points through the wall at a place roughly analagous to where Stumbin's gaze is fixed, high and towards the north.
"He gazes on the death of many thousands of innocent people." His eyes roll and he shudders, half collapsing onto the table, mewling and cowering and looking lost. The girl rushes to his side. Her touch brings him brings him back to himself and he continues, "This," he gestures weakly at the massive wooden table, "This is the key to finding and fighting the Nightlord. Place your left hands palm down... there isn't time for argument, you must trust." He looks from Mustafah to Hella, Elial, Stumbin and rests heavily on Slate. "Trust is the Nightlord's greatest foe."
Outside a shrieking cry from a thousand inhuman throats can be heard, growing louder and louder. Shouts, the human shouts of Killith's residents, can be heard as they turn out into the streets, afraid. Stumbin stares, still reciting and then, suddenly, throws his head back, crushing his hands to his temples with a cry, and falls to the floor, scythe clattering to the ground.
"He gazes on the death of many thousands of innocent people." His eyes roll and he shudders, half collapsing onto the table, mewling and cowering and looking lost. The girl rushes to his side. Her touch brings him brings him back to himself and he continues, "This," he gestures weakly at the massive wooden table, "This is the key to finding and fighting the Nightlord. Place your left hands palm down... there isn't time for argument, you must trust." He looks from Mustafah to Hella, Elial, Stumbin and rests heavily on Slate. "Trust is the Nightlord's greatest foe."
Outside a shrieking cry from a thousand inhuman throats can be heard, growing louder and louder. Shouts, the human shouts of Killith's residents, can be heard as they turn out into the streets, afraid. Stumbin stares, still reciting and then, suddenly, throws his head back, crushing his hands to his temples with a cry, and falls to the floor, scythe clattering to the ground.
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