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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3077354" data-attributes="member: 36973">The rest was uncomfortable for Jon. While Dowlee had created water, Jon refused any food given to him as his companions needed it more than he. He, in fact, needed neither, but did not feel it was the appropriate time to broach the subject. In addition, he knew he was going to have to 'feign' sleep as it was not natural for him anymore, but no one really seemed to pay attention---his meditation was close enough for them.In the night, in his meditation, he usually found solace from the Voices. It was usually just the crystal gems of his thoughts. But not tonight. Tonight, the Voices impinged, reminding him of all the violence of the day. He kept on seeing Flannad and Liracor fall again and again, felt the knife of the dark one in his back. It made him sick. The Voices taunted him, taunted his weakness. It was enough to almost drive him mad. Mad enough to cry "ENOUGH!" at the latest incarnation of the dark one in his dream, enough to see it burst into flames by the power of his mind alone! Jon was stunned, but he knew it was his doing. At that very moment, the Voices sang in ululation, but Jon ran from them. Ran until the dark one was there once again, once again with the knife. He did not want to burn it again, did not want to give into the violence of the Voices. But a dark side of him, a dark shadow, whispered that there was another way. Desperate for any way to stop it, Jon listened, and threw the Voices at the killer like a knife. It struck it in the head, and Jon felt its will collapse, its thoughts become Jon's, its very self laid bare before his thoughts. It horrified him, yet it was disturbingly pleasing....Sickened and yet well rested, Jon startled himself out of his reverie. No one seemed to notice. He hoped they did not. He immediately shut away the Voices, but he knew they were still there---and that they were waiting for him.~~~~A bruised Jon approaches the others. "We are still hurt, and could little stand a battle." He points at the even more bruised Remen. "Some of us more than others. While we must get the children, there is little we can do in this state. I know Mistress Downlee can tend to some of our wounds, but is that enough? The path on the map is clear, we should try that other 'Z' door, though with the 'U' key we could search that near room for healing supplies. But, we have little chance to survive another encounter in this state."</blockquote>

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