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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nightfane" data-source="post: 1280426" data-attributes="member: 15820">Sorceror of Sand   Keltoth quickly stood up the kopesh hidden beneath his cloak flying free.  Its shimmering blade glistened in the low light of the candles.  He began to curse in elven which garnered a quick glance from the silvermasked being.  Illya jerked her whip free.  The group seemed to be on edge.  All of them had weapons ready for whatever may come.  Zarafel spoke softly archaic runes of the plainsmen began to glow on his blade.  The mask on the strangers face began to shimmer with runes of unknown origin.  The dragon upon his staff began to slither around and up his arm.  Suddenly the cloak around him withered into dust, his body was covered in strange white tattoos.   The snake slithered around his body till it seemed to settle into place this fangs barrowing deep in a scar on his chest.   In a flicker,  the snake was now nothing more than a tattoo.  His black skin almost completely hidden.   Keltoth shimmered slightly at the skin.  It unnerved him for reasons he would care not to go into.  It would only bring out a dark curse placed on his people for wickedness in their past.  Keltoth broke the silence, "  WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN ME INTO ZARAFEL".  Zarafel shrugged.  Illya pulled out a small vile from her pouch and threw it to the ground.  The chemical inside let off a bright flash when it came in contact with the air around.  The pool glowed a shimmery blue lighting the whole room.  On the far wall was a throne with a skeleton sitting upon it.   Its head was adorned with some type of strange crown with twin cobras wrapping around ending in winged skull.  All of its fingers were covered with jeweled sheaves ending in talos.  In one hand it held a medallion with the same image upon its crown and the other held a staff on gold the logo upon it is top.  Suddenly the staff began to glow.  Sand began to swirl forth from the body of the skeleton.   The sand began to encompass the skeleton forming a body.  The form lifted into the air as the sand swirled.   Slowly the sand dissapated till the being stood in front of the group.  He smiled and spoke, " Long have I sat upon this throne waiting for someone to awaken me.   Soon you shall feel the despair of your life being sucked away, soon your bones shall adorn my armies, and then I will reign upon this world yet again.  NOW FEEL MY WRATH!!!"  Zarafel  jumped forward lopping the head of the figure.   He landed and spun around smiling as the body feel limp to the ground.  As he began to walk back towards the group, hands reached up from the ground grabbing on to him dragging him down.  Illya snarled, "Now it begins!"  </blockquote>

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