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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rystil Arden" data-source="post: 4109053" data-attributes="member: 29014">(OOC: @Dorrin--Not yet--I figure he didn't get a good chance to look because he was sprinting at full speed.  Let's save that good roll, and he'll get the info on his turn next round)*Hasin fires his bow at the corpse creature and misses badly.**The creature shrouded with strange symbols concentrates, and its symbols swirl around menacingly as if brandished, and they glow with a dark and menacing aura.  Suddenly, Dorrin, Jace, and Valan feel a terrible dread, as if all they cherish had been ripped away from them in an instant.  And in the next instant, it is gone...something important that they can't name at first, but then...they realise that they can't feel the comforting presence of their god any more.  Not even a little.  It's like having the umbilical cord cut.  Everything, gone.  Jace drools a bit from lack of knowledge and fails to notice this in the split second before his Bless spell chants, but they are in vain.  The creature gives a thin and hateful grin as Jace's Bless simply...isn't.**Gloria fires her crossbow at the filthy corpse to assist Hasin, but she barely misses.*(OOC Quozen, then EnemyA.In Soviet Russia, Undead Turns You!)</blockquote>