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Message: <blockquote data-quote="daindarkspring" data-source="post: 7372369" data-attributes="member: 6939181">Dain - Beyond the PitThe sight of the undead creature coming into the range of the torchlight made the hairs on Dain's neck stand up and his eyes narrow into slits, brows furrowed. His knuckles grew white as he gripped his sword with a clenching strength. A young woman surrounded in an aura of yellow light from the neck up, dressed in an elaborate gown and headdress, shrieked in fear as a collection of bony hands reached up towards her throat, their fleshless fingernails yellowed and ragged. Her eyes were full of fear, but behind it was something else, something more like determination. One of the creature's heads came into view, and its lifeless eyes turned back to stare at Dain.Dain sprang forward towards the creature, its eyes becoming the eyes of the creature in his vision. "Terras and the Alabaster throne of Andilar! My Lady!!!"The words were not spoken with any meaning, they had seemed to have risen from his soul and exploded out of his mouth from instinct. But he was not hesitating to ponder their source, whether they were a buried memory or a twisted enchantment. The torch dropped to the ground as he now wielded his longsword with two hands.He was going to destroy the undead atrocity.<Wisdom check: 7><Initiative: 5><To hit: 17><Damage: 11 from 'versatile' use of longsword 1d10+3></blockquote>