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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5476837" data-attributes="member: 11751">Torrent smiles: "Indeed Arnir, I would be pleased to!"She presses her palm to the man's forehead and closes her eyes.  Clutching her holy symbol tightly in one hand, she prays softly: "Istishia, lord of the unyielding depths and master of waters, forgive me in this act, for I must bless this man in the name of another.  Mystra, Mother of All Magic, hear my words and accept this prayer.  This man died unjustly and paid his respects to you and the realm over which you are master.  May you find his spirit in the great beyond and guide him to you for peace." When she finishes her words, she feels the warmth of Arnir's spell on the man's flesh.Suddenly, and only in the eyes of Arnir and Torrent, the silk sheet in which the man is wrapped flares brightly.  The fabric looks as if it were brand new: immaculate and with vibrant colours.  The illusion vanishes as quickly as it appeared and both of your minds are seared with the knowledge that the silk sheet has somehow been divinely empowered.  You both understand that it is now known as a Dream Shroud.   When worn as a belt, sash or a cloak, this item functions as a phylactery of faithfulness, with the extra ability to cast align weapon once per day (any alignment but evil) if the wearer whispers, “Please don’t let my death be in vain,” during which the shroud briefly appears as vivid and beautiful as when it was first created.</blockquote>

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