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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5430380" data-attributes="member: 54988">Jareth looks into the mirror, searching, studying. Like in his training, studying his foe, studying his surroundings...The first impression is darkness. Something is shedding light, beating it back, but the palpable, tangible shadows are imposing and overbearing. Tira stands in the light, her form growing more solid and stable as his focus improves. As she becomes clearer, so do the things around her...Helpless to do anything, Jareth watches as one of the indistinct foes rake her with claws of some sort. A surge of panic wells up in him as he watches his half-sister falter, but is relieved as he sees her keep fighting. The things become clearer, sparking a wave of revulsion in the pit of Jareth's stomach as he can almost smell the foul odor of the things.The room grows into an ever-clearer image, highlighting more of the rotting, half-dead creatures and the other people fighting against them. Jareth's focus intensifies, weeding away the shadows and haze from the area. He catches a glimpse of the chubby caster, Trinham, and one of the soldiers from the battlefield the other day along with a few other people Jareth has never seen before. They are all battling desperately against the undead menace... And Jareth can see their wounds. "They're losing..."</blockquote>