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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ukingsken" data-source="post: 4815344" data-attributes="member: 78358">As Mr. Bricks gestures wildly the guards look at him, and off in the direction he pointed, before bolting in that direction. The gate now stands unguarded but still firmly shut. A large keyhole rests in the center of the gate, near the seam of the door.Brenwar stands just within site of the gate, able to see around the corner in the direction the guards went but also keep an eye on Mr. Bricks.As Patronis pores over the documents one thing jumps out at him, prickling his flesh. The name of the bound demon raises instinctive hairs all over his body, and the letters sear into his eyes as he dredges his mind. Suddenly the knowledge hits him like a shock from within his soul; not a memory, but a sending. Almost as if an unwilling participant his lips begin to move, his voice grating and coarse compared to its usual tone, honeyed with the promise of pain beyond death.Hello scarred one, you do not know me but I know you. Our bargain is written on your flesh, and sealed the day you dusted the old one. You were his gift to me, and I his gift to you.This one you seek, the demon. His brood is one of undeath and shadows. His taint reaches into your land still. If he breaches the planar well located in the nearby keep he will once more unleash his minions on your plane and suck the essence of life from its inhabitants, one pitiful wailing soul at a time. I remember the last rift, what a glorious event. Running rampant on the prime, tasting the blood of countless innocents. His priests always in their underground chapels, hiding beneath the dirt like a corpse awaiting its second life. As the script carved of your flesh binds you, so it binds me for now. When last Zal' Ekthees' minions roamed this stretch of prime, they did so beneath the cover of loam and stone, working in secret. What has once been, often will be again, it is the way of such things. Let this piece of history, plucked from a mind you cannot grasp guide you to them and let his minions kill you so I may suckle on your sweet marrow.With a gasp Patronis wrenches his mouth shut, panting, sweat trickling down his brow, and he can feel small droplets of blood weeping from his scars, tracing his infernal pattern in blood across his scarred flesh. The crimson stain seeps from his skin, and into the fabric of his clothing, before suddenly vanishing as if nothing more then an illusion.The air in the room feels charged, and the presence lingers in the air. As Patronis takes a few gasping breaths, the pungent smell of brimstone wafts through the room, and you both feel a strain on the walls between here and elsewhere.[sblock=ooc] Thats another success for a total of 3 so far. I hope thats not too much liberty to take with you're story Rathan. Just seemed to fit the vibe <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />[/sblock]</blockquote>

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