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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 8363707" data-attributes="member: 2012">The quasit senses Caerth's hesitation. It ignores Screech and looks at the half-orc druid, wide-eyed.&quot;YES! Yes, you understand, don't you?&quot; It says as it claps its hands. &quot;He is not in control of himself. Tarrak controls his soul, but I know to free him. Yes, it can be done!&quot;&quot;Eutharic, do not do this,&quot; the elf says hoarsely pinned in Caerth's wild shaped form. &quot;There is no hope for my soul. It belongs to Lord Tarrak. To Malotoch.&quot;&quot;NOOOO! Master, you're wrong! I told you, I found a way to break Vok's curse! Your soul can be saved!&quot; The tiny quasit says sadly. &quot;I- I cannot lose you. You are kind to me.&quot; Eutharic pauses. &quot;No one has ever been kind to me. Many have pretended but they were false. You are true. Even in this cursed form.&quot;&quot;Y- you risk your very existence doing this, Eutharic!&quot; Galzadar gasps in pain and his body shudders. &quot;Malotoch will not forgive you! Stop! Please stop!&quot;&quot;Noooo.....&quot; Eutharic starting bawling like a child. &quot;You are more than my master. You are my friend. I've never had a friend before...&quot;&quot;Eutharic, I am lost,&quot; Galzadar says, his voice suddenly hollow.&quot;Eutharic! What are you caterwauling about?&quot; Crisenth demands. &quot;Find a way to free your master from that damn half-orc or be silent!&quot;The tiny quasit makes a sound a frightened mouse squeaking.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 8363707, member: 2012"] The quasit senses Caerth's hesitation. It ignores Screech and looks at the half-orc druid, wide-eyed. [SIZE=3]"[B]YES![/B] Yes, you understand, don't you?"[/SIZE] It says as it claps its hands. [SIZE=3]"He is not in control of himself. Tarrak controls his soul, but I know to free him. Yes, it can be done!"[/SIZE] "Eutharic, do not do this," the elf says hoarsely pinned in Caerth's wild shaped form. "There is no hope for my soul. It belongs to Lord Tarrak. To Malotoch." [SIZE=3][B]"NOOOO! Master, you're wrong! I told you, I found a way to break Vok's curse! Your soul can be saved!"[/B][/SIZE] The tiny quasit says sadly. [SIZE=3]"I- I cannot lose you. You are kind to me."[/SIZE] Eutharic pauses. [SIZE=3]"No one has ever been kind to me. Many have pretended but they were false. You are true. Even in this cursed form."[/SIZE] "Y- you risk your very existence doing this, Eutharic!" Galzadar gasps in pain and his body shudders. "Malotoch will not forgive you! Stop! Please stop!" [SIZE=3]"Noooo....."[/SIZE] Eutharic starting bawling like a child. [SIZE=3]"You are more than my master. You are my friend. I've never had a friend before..."[/SIZE] "Eutharic, I am lost," Galzadar says, his voice suddenly hollow. [COLOR=#124f12][B]"Eutharic! What are you caterwauling about?"[/B][/COLOR] Crisenth demands. [COLOR=#124f12][B]"Find a way to free your master from that damn half-orc or be [U]silent[/U]!"[/B][/COLOR] The tiny quasit makes a sound a frightened mouse squeaking. [/QUOTE]

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