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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hrothgar" data-source="post: 3888880" data-attributes="member: 22226">Lodric:[sblock]Fallax tears through the rubble and into the woods, only to be thrown back by the thrashing limbs.  Screaming in frustration, tearing at the ground, Fallax becomes hysterical.  Stopping suddenly, the dead old man realizes he is not alone.  He turns slowly to see Lodric standing there, his eyes wide in fear.  No...No!  I will not go back!  You don't know!  But Kaela does!  Yes, she does!  And the Erunsil! He knows too!  Who she is!  What she is!  Don't you see?  I have just seen her!  She fell with Izrador!  When he plummeted from the heavens to smite our world!  She fell, too!  But, she died!  She is dead!  Aieee!  Fallax grabs his white and pulls, ripping handfuls from his head.  She does not know who she is!  What she is!  What once was white is now tainted!  What was once a goddess of life is now one of death!  If she only knew what she as become![/sblock]Cerendil cowers before Mardo, his arcane might stolen from him by the swirling pool of blackness where the altar once stood.  His eyes stray beyond Mardo to Herger, his gore covered axe hanging in the air.  Tears stream down Cerendil's eyes at Mardo's words, his fate now apparent.  My death?  Cerendil's eyes stray toward the swirling pool of blackness.  What would it serve? Cerendil stands.  If I choose...I choose to serve my queen!  With a run and a bound, Cerendil launches himself into the green mist hanging above the black pool.  My quee- Aieeee!  His bloodcurdling scream sends Mardo's and Herger's blood cold.  His body streaks through the mist to land into the pool of blackness, the flesh stripped from Cerendil's bones, the bones disintegrating into dust...Valurel and Kaela:[sblock] The Widowmaker's eyes are impassive as he stares at Kaela, her threat still hanging in the air.  Dropping to a knee, the Widowmaker looks at the broken form in Valurel's arms.  He stares at the young girl, not moving, not threatening.  Valurel and Kaela barely hear his voice when he speaks to himself.  No honor in hunting children.  Thune's nose flares as he takes in a scent.  Standing, he looks at Kaela and Valurel.  She is yours.  This child will not fall into my dark master's grip.  Reaching out he grasps Kaela's hand in his own clawed hand and places it on her breast.  What she is now...so you will become.  Keala's hand rests on her cold breast...and no heartbeat can be felt.  [/sblock]All in the glade turn at Starhl's scream.  The womanly shape in the green mist hovers near Starhl, a thin arm reaching out to touch Starhl's chest.  My child...do not recoil.  I mean you no harm!  Starhl's chest burns unlike anything he has felt before, a fire that seems to spread outward to his limbs.  His very fiber seems to unwind momentarily...before the Wolf rips him backward onto the ground.  Scrabbling to stand, Starhl backs away from the green mist.  Nearby, the Fell Erunsil warrior screams in terror and flees, disappearing into the blackness at the glade's edge.From out of the green mist, the <a href="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/EPIC_Gallery/Gallery5a/44191_C5_Hunefer.jpg" target="_blank">goddess</a>  steps.  The mirage of the shapely woman is gone.  Instead, an emaciated, undead horror steps forward, rotten limbs and wild tangled hair.  The figure extends its arms, palms upward, pleading.  My children, why do you recoil?  I have returned at last. Aislinn stiffens and screams at her approach.  My children...receive my blessing.OOC: Starhl's <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1374204" target="_blank">save</a> (+9) is good!</blockquote>

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