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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7192361" data-attributes="member: 20323">[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/Hztofyg.jpg[/align]Adjusting the scarf about his neck uncomfortably, Malsoor chuckles in a quiet rasping voice at Lal's nonchalance, &quot;A multi-headed serpent of devastation? Is that all?...ack...ack...&quot; Suppressing a cough, Malsoor nods to the empty cots in the makeshift infirmary, &quot;I made it out of the fighting without going to meet my makers. Others were not so fortunate. A neck wound from a blade wielded by one of the attackers. Several were armed with accursed blades, the likes of which I've never seen. Those afflicted were reduced to naught but ash by dawn.&quot;Struggling to undo the scarf, Malsoor beckons Hadia. Just who is the master of the caravanserai seems ambiguous, as Hadia quietly tends to the wounded man as a servant would a great sheikh. &quot;Hadia, help me with the bindings?&quot; Once the wrappings are undone, you behold a grim wound laced with blackened necrotic veins and a purplish hue around a wound delivered by a slashing weapon of some kind. It slowly leaks a trickle of blood. The water-bearer watches you from the corner of his eyes. &quot;You see? Unlike any wound I've seen before.&quot;[/SECTION]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 7192361, member: 20323"] [SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/Hztofyg.jpg[/align]Adjusting the scarf about his neck uncomfortably, Malsoor chuckles in a quiet rasping voice at Lal's nonchalance, [b]"A multi-headed serpent of devastation? Is that all?...ack...ack..."[/b] Suppressing a cough, Malsoor nods to the empty cots in the makeshift infirmary, [b]"I made it out of the fighting without going to meet my makers. Others were not so fortunate. A neck wound from a blade wielded by one of the attackers. Several were armed with accursed blades, the likes of which I've never seen. Those afflicted were reduced to naught but ash by dawn."[/b] Struggling to undo the scarf, Malsoor beckons Hadia. Just who is the master of the caravanserai seems ambiguous, as Hadia quietly tends to the wounded man as a servant would a great sheikh. [b]"Hadia, help me with the bindings?"[/b] Once the wrappings are undone, you behold a grim wound laced with blackened necrotic veins and a purplish hue around a wound delivered by a slashing weapon of some kind. It slowly leaks a trickle of blood. The water-bearer watches you from the corner of his eyes. [b]"You see? Unlike any wound I've seen before."[/b][/SECTION] [/QUOTE]

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