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<blockquote data-quote="ChaosEvoker" data-source="post: 2002643" data-attributes="member: 27189">Just as the server is coming over there is a massive explosion! The server and a few other people flew across the bar and smash against the wall, the impact killing them. Suddenly the sorceror notices that his magic seems out of control and wild and he can feel it churning inside him. Reaching to use it all would be futile, and if he did manage to grab ahold of some of his magicla energy, he does not know if he could control it.A pitch black figure stands in a hold in the nearby wall. It is humanoid but even in broad daylight is black as the night. In addition to eminating an aura of blackness, he appears to be wearing a black cloak with hard pointed shoulder pieces. It's eyes, the only thing not black about it, are nothing more than bright glowing green light. It looks aorund eyeing the sorceror for a while and then says in a voice that seems to be comprised of every male voice imaginable, as long as it is a bass/baritone voice says:What we seek is not here, and none of these weaklings could pose any challenge for us to expand our power.The creature eyes the sorceror one last time then scoffs and in a bright green flash of light dissapears. most of the patrons are cowering in fear and some are praying to theri favorite deity while others quickly run back to their homes. A pall of fear hangs over the inn as workers and guards begin to pick up the pieces of debris and the bodies that were a result of the creature action.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="ChaosEvoker, post: 2002643, member: 27189"] Just as the server is coming over there is a massive explosion! The server and a few other people flew across the bar and smash against the wall, the impact killing them. Suddenly the sorceror notices that his magic seems out of control and wild and he can feel it churning inside him. Reaching to use it all would be futile, and if he did manage to grab ahold of some of his magicla energy, he does not know if he could control it. A pitch black figure stands in a hold in the nearby wall. It is humanoid but even in broad daylight is black as the night. In addition to eminating an aura of blackness, he appears to be wearing a black cloak with hard pointed shoulder pieces. It's eyes, the only thing not black about it, are nothing more than bright glowing green light. It looks aorund eyeing the sorceror for a while and then says in a voice that seems to be comprised of every male voice imaginable, as long as it is a bass/baritone voice says: [I]What we seek is not here, and none of these weaklings could pose any challenge for us to expand our power.[/I] The creature eyes the sorceror one last time then scoffs and in a bright green flash of light dissapears. most of the patrons are cowering in fear and some are praying to theri favorite deity while others quickly run back to their homes. A pall of fear hangs over the inn as workers and guards begin to pick up the pieces of debris and the bodies that were a result of the creature action. [/QUOTE]

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