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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2418719" data-attributes="member: 16166">Yu'olan moaned a little for being moved and Hentre's chest was still rising and falling, so the both of them were definately alive.  The wounds that had srouted mysteriously on heir bodies had disappeared sometime during Ba'aktar's fight with Ulam.  It seemed that even though the two of tem had worked togeter before, there surely was no honour amongst thieves.All six of the children staired at the beaten and bloody half-orc that stared at them with weary eyes.  One of the girls at the rear, the youngest of the group no more than 3 or 4 years old, began to cry.  The other five stepped away, watching her slump to the ground in pain and tears, holding her stomach in agony.Within moments she was vomiting a vile black ash in thick clouds, and with each heave her body was racked with spasms.  Before Ba'aktar's very eyes the girls form got smaller, more frail, sliding into itself like a stone dropped into quicksand.  The years dropped off her in seconds and her infantile form continued to produce the dark clouds that spewed form from her mouth.Then she was a baby, a newborn.  Her heart stopped, Ba'aktar could hear the beating one moment, then not another.  She was dead.</blockquote>