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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2098827" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 9: Death in the Family ContinuedSecond update.  WOOT!-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A tingling sensation spread outward through Magnus’ head in a circular pattern, weaving a web of numbness interlaced with several undulating spikes of pain.  The crystal blue of the fighter’s eyes had reflected something before his eye lids had closed heavily.Magnus grasped mentally for the image.  Memories merging, ebbing and flowing like the waves of the sea; Magnus reached past the images of water and shuddered.  The soft lapping of the ocean solidified as temperature dropped.  A fierce wind tore through the wintry wasteland.Magnus grasped for his cloak, hands touching only the bitterness of the empty landscape.  Flurries then larger snowflakes fell from the vastness of above, into the eternal depths of nothingness below.A quiet calm settled over the mage as he stared into the blinding whiteness.  Then another sharp spike smashed the silent calm.  Magnus clutched toward his non-existent head.  A deep blackness poured into the whiteness.Salt and pepper danced swirling, confusing trajectories in the empty.  Another jagged, raw explosion echoed throughout the mage’s mind.  “No!” He shrieked into the darkness.  The memory fluttered out of the shadow and into the light.  The reflection was of a pick-axe, piercing and collapsing Magnus’ skull.  Blood splattering outward slowly and then reversing back into his skull.  Then the blood exploded outward again; the never-ending rebirth of a single blooming crimson flower.Metal scraping metal, a cacophony introduced the assaulting blackness again.  Memories of Victorsburg were called back from Magnus’ childhood.  Sagat, his father, cooked in the bakery in the early morning hours.  His sister Susanna, helped the old, one-armed war hero.  The sweet smell of raspberry pastries and fifteen differently baked breads would fill the house everyday.“Now, the dwem are heading northward.  Toward Victorsburg,” the mage thought grimly.“I WILL not die!” Magnus screamed into the repressive darkness.  Somewhere, something white and cold shifted insubstantially in the darkness.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The bones bowed outward, sliding back into place.  Magnus’ eyes flickered slightly behind his eyelids.  Fitz sighed and tapped the mage with the wand another time.  Tobias dropped an unconscious body next to the cleric.  The second archer thudded and despite the groan, remained unconscious.  Motega paced restlessly nearby.  All of the remaining Culites had been killed except for the last archer, spared by Tobias.  Calmly, the fighter wiped the blood of Thyvron off his blade and snatched the black orb medallion from the priest’s neck.  He slipped the holy icon into his satchel and returned to polishing his blade.Motega stalked over to Wolfram.  The Culite had admitted many things before the Rorn ran him through.  Motega bent low and with a few flicks of his knife, collected the eyes of his victim; the eyes of Calyx’s rapist.“We have to move these bodies into the woods,” Motega grumbled.  Magnus’ eyes opened.  Painfully the light flowed into his mind.“Welcome back, mage.” Fitz said.  “That was a close one.”  Motega easily hid his relieved smile from the other Heroes.</blockquote>

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