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Message: <blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 3919940" data-attributes="member: 42885">Marot the SightlessSurrounded by cold and darkness - Marot struggles against his bonds.He can't remember how many hours he has been down in this well, but he knows that if he sees the sun, his life will end.  He has struggled for hours, trying to get his hands or feet free, but only has the deep wounds worn into his ankles and wrists to show for it.  Each movement now stings like that of the desert scorpion, but he cannot lie still.Why didn't he run when he had the chance?  Why did he think that he could fool them?  They could see into his mind and he could not hide from them.Now, deprived of all his senses, and his humanity, he sits, naked, in a shallow pool of water.He hears a voice -- feminine, inviting, sensual.  He does not know where it comes from, but still moves his head back and forth to try and determine the direction.  They have come back to torture him a bit more, this time in his mind, as opposed to his body.He has been strained to his breaking point -- he feels the dark power welling from deep within him, and cannot keep it contained any longer.  How many years has he fought this...it was not what he wanted to be.  But he could not fight it any longer.The voice is gone for the moment, but he can sense it -- still probing, testing him.  OOC: Eldritch Blast (+8/3d6+2) 50% miss chance due to blindness/concealment.</blockquote>