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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CaBaNa" data-source="post: 4877316" data-attributes="member: 82643">While conversation continues with the angel, Orelal lurches violently, obviously very confused. Then the golden orbs, that once were Massacre's eyes, widen into terror stricken masses of luminance. Everyone out! Front door, Igor! Noticing the angel again, Massacre gives a slight bow, and enunciates very clearly. Messenger, I don't suppose I could trouble you to remove the goristro from my property? as he continues to walk toward the parlor door. Igor opens it from the inside, Mather the mounth are prepared. Spot on, the torchbearers are coming if you get my meaning old friend... Underthood Mather. Igor scurries with the group, to open and close doors as needed. Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely. Our first goal is to lure that awful tower trampling beast away from my home. Some of you have a full understanding of the life force sacrificed in it's making. Followed closely by getting to Her Majesty. Orelal is now in full stride heading to mount Lucy, as soon as the Archlich saddles up, the wyvern lifts off into a low hover. After strapping his legs in the saddle, full wrapping leather straps holding tight, Massacre removes two orbs from his robe, they arc magical energy between them. Pulsing slightly.Igor is already opening the double doors leading out of the stable, and the teleportation circle pulses with readiness.</blockquote>