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<blockquote data-quote="Tom Cashel" data-source="post: 426929" data-attributes="member: 321">The chamber outside the bars of the Cell seems to grow darker...shadows pool in the corners and spread out to smother what little light shines from a single candle guttering on a wooden table.An imposing shadow figure, whose intricate clothing seems so antique as to be anachronistic, seems to drift into the chamber.&nbsp; His skin is ashen gray, his eyes a luminous white without pupils, and his cloak flows and roils like black smoke around his form.&nbsp; Indeed, he seems to be made of shadow-stuff rather than flesh.One dark hand lifts a black iron cage and hangs it on a hook outside the Cell.&nbsp; Within the cage you see Wisp on his back, tiny claws sticking straight up.&nbsp; After a moment's panic, you realize that your faithful familiar is merely unconscious.A servant with downcast eyes slides a covered tray through a slot at the bottom of the cell door.&nbsp; He passes a crystal goblet of red wine through the bars and places that on the tray as well.&nbsp; Then he bows to the Shade and departs.&quot;Welcome to the detention area,&quot; whispers the Shade. &quot;I hope you find your quarters well-behaved and comfortable.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Tom Cashel, post: 426929, member: 321"] The chamber outside the bars of the Cell seems to grow darker...shadows pool in the corners and spread out to smother what little light shines from a single candle guttering on a wooden table. An imposing shadow figure, whose intricate clothing seems so antique as to be anachronistic, seems to drift into the chamber. His skin is ashen gray, his eyes a luminous white without pupils, and his cloak flows and roils like black smoke around his form. Indeed, he seems to be made of shadow-stuff rather than flesh. One dark hand lifts a black iron cage and hangs it on a hook outside the Cell. Within the cage you see Wisp on his back, tiny claws sticking straight up. After a moment's panic, you realize that your faithful familiar is merely unconscious. A servant with downcast eyes slides a covered tray through a slot at the bottom of the cell door. He passes a crystal goblet of red wine through the bars and places that on the tray as well. Then he bows to the Shade and departs. "Welcome to the detention area," whispers the Shade. "I hope you find your quarters well-behaved and comfortable." [/QUOTE]

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