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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nordom" data-source="post: 9101505" data-attributes="member: 7038274">The stack of bodies lay like discarded puppets amidst the desolation. Izek's experienced eyes scanned the macabre arrangement from a distance, noting the sinister tattoos that marred the flesh of the victims. The black ichor oozed and contorted along the limbs and torsos of the deceased. Its presence was palpable, a malign energy that seemed to defy the laws of nature. Yet, as Izek's innate sense for magic reached out, he detected no trace of the Weave's familiar threads, nor the shadowy tendrils of shadow magic. It was as if this affliction operated on an entirely different plane of existence.The supernatural essence that emanated from the ichor was undeniable, an unsettling force that stirred the hairs on the back of Izek's neck. The substance seemed to writhe with a life of its own, pulsating and undulating as if animated by some malevolent intelligence. ===The voice of reason regarded Grim with a measured gaze, the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes momentarily quelled by her words. "You raise valid concerns," he replied, his tone pragmatic and thoughtful. "Fire alone might not suffice against a plague of potential magical origin. In situations like this, rash actions often yield unintended consequences."His gaze shifted towards the flames that licked at the edges of the alcove, the encroaching inferno a stark reminder of the urgency of their predicament. "As for what we know, Plague-Mort has seen its share of trials," he began, his voice carrying a weight of experience. "This is not the first time such a threat has emerged. The town has faced similar challenges before, and each time, it has required a delicate balance of strategy and force to contend with."Thoughtfully: "Whatever your intentions, it's clear you're not aligned with blind zealotry. If we are to navigate these treacherous waters, perhaps we can find common ground." The voice of reason's words held a hint of hope, a fragile thread amidst the chaos that enveloped them.===The thugs closed in, their blows aimed at the figure before them. The man in the blue robes remained an island of composure. His fingers moved in swift and intricate patterns, a dance of arcane command that brushed against the very fabric of reality.  In the nick of time, just as the first thug's blade descended with deadly intent, a shimmering distortion materialized beside the blue-robed man. The portal, a manifestation of the man's skill in the arcane arts, opened like a gateway to another dimension. The thugs' attacks met empty air, their weapons passing harmlessly through the illusionary afterimage that remained in the figure's place. With a knowing smile, the man in the blue robes seized the opportunity. His movements were fluid and practiced as he stepped through the portal with a confidence that bespoke a deep understanding of the art. The rift sealed behind him, leaving the thugs bewildered and disoriented. Orris saw a shimmering glow just a few feet away on the rooftops, where the man re-emerged, locking eye contact.</blockquote>

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