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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 1877255" data-attributes="member: 15549">Zeric watched as the elvish archer bring her bow to arms as soon as the spectral gnome appeared on the stage. For a moment, Zeric's morningstar wavered as memories of his days before his time among the Hextorites resurfaced.He saw his father leaping atop of a stage similar to this one, smiling and laughing as he told the crowds what the night held for them before weaving his, as well as Zeric's mother's illusions and music, magics to bring a story to life.~Those days are over, and it was little good the illusions did when they ran your father through like a bull at slaughter...little good was the voice who could enchant all those around her when they placed a gag in her mouth as they raped her...little good is anything except the steel in your hand and in the steel of your will...~Seeing Raven hesitating before advancing, Zeric motioned that it was alright and began approaching the stage, seeking to stand atop it to show the others that this was nothing more than another gnomish illusion, a relic of a time when such fancies could be induldged in."Aye, I think they are illusions, simply smoke and mirrors and nothing more."</blockquote>