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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3764122" data-attributes="member: 11520">Temptation...Michael moves along in the chaos following Chandar you note that the temperature has continued to drop. Making your way quickly to the cabin shared by Nac'Losin and Fa'Duatha you are faced with a strange scene. Fa'Duatha lays sprawled on the floor with a rime of ice covering her body. Her hands, which seem to have been held up in a defensive pose are frozen in a block of ice. Nac'Losin stands facing the corner holding her holy symbol in a shaking hand. She is also covered in a rime of ice crystals. She chants firmly but softly in her religions' equivalent of the lord's prayer. There is a magic circle drawn on the floor within which is the stout box containing the daggers from the block of ice/altar under the Masque. Ice as black as darkest night spills down from the seem of the box and spreads out over a part of the magic circle apparently destroying its power. Chandar holds his sword in his off hand as he tosses some wood, a couple of books and anything else that looks flammable into a gimble-mounted brazier that provided heat and light to the cabin. He too is praying. As Michael crosses the threshold into the room the world seems to fall away from him. He finds himself looking into a beautiful palace of ice. From this palace Michael could rule the world. He need only step up to the throne and take up the daggers in the box beside it. They call to him with the shouts of countless slaves who would be his to command. OOC: How about a will save?  <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /></blockquote>

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