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<blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1978307" data-attributes="member: 4796">Shamiq scratches idly at a festering postule along its side. &quot;He swore on his soul,&quot; the fiend iterates implacably, unmoved. &quot;It has nothing to do with yours.&quot;Meanwhile, it is slowly sinking into Rupert that he isn't about to be eaten (or worse), at least not yet. Sniffling, the kobold looks up at Burrow timidly, still clutching his knees in a deathgrip. &quot;*yip* I no have to go to Abyss?&quot; he asks, almost hopefully.Shamiq shifts on its &quot;throne&quot; of mucus and slime with a hideous squelching noise, and appears to peer at the two of them with an incisive gaze, despite the rancid milkiness of its eyes. Its body may be decrepit and feeble but it houses an intellect of frightening proportions, and the fiend grasps the crux of the situation in an instant. &quot;Is this what all that noise is about?&quot; it wheezes fitfully. &quot;Going to that godsforsaken plane?&quot; It waves a gray, gnarled hand negligently. &quot;I care not where you go, or how you get there, little ones, only that you free the Maeldur from its burden when-- or if-- you find it. The rest you can sort out amongst yourselves.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sephiroth no Miko, post: 1978307, member: 4796"] Shamiq scratches idly at a festering postule along its side. "He swore on his soul," the fiend iterates implacably, unmoved. "It has nothing to do with yours." Meanwhile, it is slowly sinking into Rupert that he isn't about to be eaten (or worse), at least not yet. Sniffling, the kobold looks up at Burrow timidly, still clutching his knees in a deathgrip. "*yip* I no have to go to Abyss?" he asks, almost hopefully. Shamiq shifts on its "throne" of mucus and slime with a hideous squelching noise, and appears to peer at the two of them with an incisive gaze, despite the rancid milkiness of its eyes. Its body may be decrepit and feeble but it houses an intellect of frightening proportions, and the fiend grasps the crux of the situation in an instant. "Is this what all that noise is about?" it wheezes fitfully. "Going to that godsforsaken plane?" It waves a gray, gnarled hand negligently. "I care not where you go, or how you get there, little ones, only that you free the Maeldur from its burden when-- or if-- you find it. The rest you can sort out amongst yourselves." [/QUOTE]

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