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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FreeXenon" data-source="post: 2556046" data-attributes="member: 6228">"Seven heads with eyes all bugged out and drawn back into their skulls. Tongues a lolling out of their agape mouths is what a I saw, sirs. Seven heads with spikes through them and hoisted them off the ground in a grisly display of the macabre is what I saw. A cirlcle of blood and viscera spattered the green ground with 7 heads floating above it watching to the center."The wild eyed old man gulps in a deep breath, swallows, and then looks to the ground with eyes focusing in the distance as if focusing on an unseen coffin in a newly buried grave. "A quiet and delicate sleeping maiden in a crimson circle of death. She was cold as the night and pale as the moon with lips as red as blood. On her chest rested a single symbol painted in blood..."Wirey unkempt brown hair frames the rough and wrinkled face of the archaeologist. Hunched and cross Majar d'Saneith has become and time has not been kind to his wiley life. His bottom lip quivers slightly as his sad eyes look back to you and he whispers "They have come... They have come..." as his form crumples to the ground with the life seeming to be drained from him right before your very eyes. His tan skin turns a ghostly white in the matter of seconds and his hair turns grey...The word "Xensius" can be heard whispered on the cold wind that kicks up and dies as quickly as it begins. The soul chilling breeze cuts through you and your heavy breaths is all that can be heard as you take in the moment.</blockquote>

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