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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6384384" data-attributes="member: 93930">Rosa shrieks and flails as the ball of magic fire explodes around her.  The sound is abruptly cut off with a thunderclap as Tyrien's arrow strikes her in the throat.  She staggers forward for a step, then another, and then her foot lands on empty air and her body plummets thirty feet to the broken rubble below.The wights continue to charge at the wizard and the two archers, ready to claw and bite, and radiating a deathly chill.  When they're mere steps away, you hear Armando speak.  "Stop," he says.  The word is not loud, but the wights freeze in mid-stride.  "Now ... die," he adds, and his voice is tired.  Immediately, whatever dark energies were animating the wights disappear, and a half dozen lifeless corpses collapse to the ground.The don strides forward, walking toward Rosa's body, but he seems to be weakening with each step, and you can almost see the necromantic energies boiling away, moment by moment.  "I ... remember things now.  My death ... the ritual ... the other times I grew suspicious and she had to weave her magics again."  He chuckles sadly. "I doubt it means very much to you, but I wasn't all that bad of a man before I died.  Well, I was certainly no saint, but believe me when I say that I was no bloodthirsty monster, either.  Then I was brought back for vengeance, however -- vengeance which I could never have had.  It ... enraged me.  Think of a wasp that stings you again and again, but every time you look for it, it is gone, vanished.  Can you imagine that?  Because that is a ten-thousandth part of what I suffered, every moment of every day after she bound me to unlife.  I was hateful.  I was crazed.  It is very different, being brought back."He kneels down next to Rosa's burned and crumpled body and tenderly begins straightening her out.  "Even after everything, I still love her.  She was brilliant in her own way, and cruel and utterly amoral.  The danger of her company was ... intoxicating.  Always, even to the very end."Armando finishes laying out the corpse of his beloved.  "In my day, Eanos Setirav, I too worshiped Issolatha.  I knew many secrets before I was murdered, and I learned more still as I floated in the lagoon out on the atoll, dead but unable to pass on.  My time grows short, but I can offer each of you the answer to one question.  Be warned, however: it is unlikely that the truths you learn will bring you happiness.  Ask, or not, as you desire."<img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/armando_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/rosa_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />'Don' Armando Faizal. . . Rosa Haal . . . .[sblock=OOC]Rosa fails her save, and that's enough to kill a squishy wizard (which is why I tried to keep her out of harm's way for as long as possible). Anyway, that frees the don and gives him back control of his minions.  Since he's already found his murderer, combat is over.The Q&A sessions is for RP purposes only.  Over the next few days, I'll wrap up the XP and treasure.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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