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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vertexx69" data-source="post: 3640464" data-attributes="member: 48854">As Serraphina sees the writhing sea of tentacled drones she grows thicker and taller, her manicured nailes grow rigid and razor sharp, and her mouth becomes a muzzle of pearly-white curving death. She glances over toward Lord Karnak -I think its time to go turn on the robot- the sound of her sultry smooth voice slides through his mind, as she does her best to make a wry smile with her crinosed, yet hairless werebear face. Then regarding the pondlike surface of the mirror once more, -perhaps an ... artery without a wriggling procession would be a more fortuitous location to make our stalwart, if not clandestine, entrance?- crosses the mind of Sigil, in Serraphina's dulset tones. As a giant opalescent clawed paw is laid demurely on Sigil's shoulder.</blockquote>