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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zamkaizer" data-source="post: 3829806" data-attributes="member: 55476">Xorvil, the infernal warlock, pointed his twisted onyx scepter at the the minotaur. His eyes radiating a furious rouge, he cackled, "consider this a preview of your ultimate fate."On the ground the minotaur stood upon appeared a pulsating swirl of diabloic scribings - a thousand curses undoubtedly too vile to be uttered by mortal tongues. From the writings suddenly erupted an ethereal mass of squealing imps and hideous claws, which quickly engulfed beast. Despite his immense strength, the minotaur was powerless against the swarm, which pulled him ever downward, through time and space, and into the demiplane of Vgar'Znik, domain of Xorvil's infernal patron, and realm of eternal torment. There, he would experience, for but a moment, the unspeakable tortures inflected infinitely upon it's denizens.It's thrall temporarily out of the picture, Xorvil turned to the hobgoblin slaver. "The brutal effectiveness with which you broke the will of your slaves is remarkable. My master will be pleased to have your soul bent to his will."From the terrified hobgoblin's chest twisted a thin wisp of smoke. The slaver began screeching and tearing furiously at his own clothing. Finally, he managed to rip off his shirt, revealing to all the unholy title of Xorvil's patron branded over his heart. The smell of brimstone filled the air.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Vardas, the righteous templar, pointed his jeweled gold scepter at the the minotaur. His eyes radiating a calming blue, he boomed, "You are not worthy of even this punishment."In the air the minotaur stood beneath appeared a pulsating swirl of enlightened scribings - a thousand psalms undoubtedly too pure to be uttered by mortal tongues. From the writings suddenly erupted an ethereal mass of serene cherubs and angelic figures, which quickly engulfed beast. Despite his immense strength, the minotaur was powerless against the flock, which pulled him ever upward, through time and space, and into the demiplane of Avarganus, domain of Vardas' righteous patron, and realm of eternal judgment. There, he would experience, for but a moment, the holy light of justice, anathema to his dark soul.It's thrall temporarily out of the picture, Vardas turned to the hobgoblin slaver. "The brutal effectiveness with which you broke the will of your slaves places you beyond redemption. Your vile soul shall remain for all eternity in the burning gaze of my master."From the terrified hobgoblin's chest twisted a thin wisp of smoke. The slaver began screeching and tearing furiously at his own clothing. Finally, he managed to rip off his shirt, revealing to all the holy title of Vardas' patron branded over his heart. The smell of frankincense filled the air.</blockquote>

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