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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Anabstercorian" data-source="post: 170955" data-attributes="member: 2550">Anabstercorian whirls to face Kalanyr.  He is clearly prepared for battle in the worst way - Gilded in powered Substare (With a B, people!  Substare) battle armor that glistens with psionic conduits, his eyes glowing with bright light, every motion of the Starfire Cannon throwing off sparks of light that set up tiny electrical storms as they touch the ground.The instant you teleport near him, you can feel the True Staff blaze in to indignant life, doing everything in its power to escape your grasp, instantly igniting in to white-hot fire, its telekinetic force dragging towards Anabstercorian's outstretched hand with the inexorable desire of primal reality.  Hurriedly, almost desperately, Anabstercorian begins to speak, his eyes locked on the staff.<< The True Staff has one purpose, and one purpose only.  To bring greater glory and power to the race of Illithid.  It is not without patience, and it recognizes the power of my plan for gradual and inescapable assimilation of all sentient life forms in to the Illithid, as well as the occasional redefinition of the term Illithid.  Now give it to me! >>You weaken your grip only slightly and it slams in to Anabstercorian's grasp.  A telepathic ripple, something between a sigh and a gasp, eases through the air and through your mind, as Anabstercorian drops to his knees, cradling the staff.  In what is perhaps the most disturbing vision you have ever seen in your immortal life, Anabstercorian wraps his tentacles around the staff intimately, almost sexually, emitting telepathic signals of most base pleasure for a full minute before he opens his eyes again, glancing at you guardedly.<< Melkor will die.  I will do this not for you, nor for anyone but I and the Staff.  Perhaps this will absolve some of my many sins against you and your kind. >>Anabstercorian stands, his dignity barely ruffled by his blatant display of.... something.  He flips the True Staff parallel to the barrel of the Starfire Cannon and presses it against the surface.  In a flash of searing plasma, it welds itself to the barrel, looping around it in a helical pattern.<>He waves his hand, opening up a gate in the fabric of reality.  He steps through, and the little black ball follows him.</blockquote>

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