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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 4150354" data-attributes="member: 552"><img src="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=33366&stc=1" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />The man smiles wide, showing his half-rotten yellowed and soft teeth."You would dare to call me a false prophet? I am the true Marquis. Whoever this Yvette is, she is an imposter. The true Marchioness is held within these very dungeons! The accursed woman had me locked away in this cell, so many nights ago! To think, betrayed by own wife? After all the things I have given her! Of course, I will punish her for her transgression. Even now, she faces the wrath of my minions! I am the true ruler of Istivin, and all the imposters and oathbreakers will feel the wrath of the Dark Master!"The lunatic laughs with incredible force. The sounds echo through the small tightly enclosed passages of this dungeon. His eyes bulge, looking as though they're ready to fall from their sockets. He points at Errol... "Would be assassin, if you dare to lay a hand on me, the very darkness will claim your soul! The fruit of the shadows will grow and feed upon your soul, to blossom into the fruit of the Dark Master! You should bow before me, now and forever, for I am the true Marquis of Istivin!"</blockquote>