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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1364533" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Damien, you call upon the light of Pelor to surround the druid, and a beam of sunlight seems to pierce the clouds and cover her.  She raises her head, her face no longer showing agony.*"Thank you priest," she says gratefully.  Looking up, her face is stricken as she sees Elexia trying to protect herself and the dragon from some kind of harm.  Gasping in terror, Whitefire's body writhes. *Damien, you see her crocodile headress and armor seems to merge with her skin.  Her head and teeth lengthen and her legs shorten.  She grows bony armor and a long, scaly tail.  Where was once a cringing druid now stands an eight-foot long crocodile with two vipers on its back.  Quickly she slides out from her shelter and begins running toward Skord.**Syrrian, you cast your spell, and the blue force of your magical armor closes in around your form, offering you a bit more protection from the possible battle to come.**Elexia, you cast you spell, but feel it fold in around you, protecting you and trying to force out the dragon.  It appears that he still holds evil in his heart.**Skord throws his head back and whips his tattered wings back and forth, stirring up a rain of dirty water that dampens everything in the area.  He continues to howl nigh-incoherant ravings about "pain" and "voices."  But suddenly he says a single lucid sentence.*"My daughter came to me, I keep her for only me to see!"*Then he whips his head down and crashes one huge claw on top of Elexia, crushing her into the mud.  Bringing his head down so that his huge eye can stare right at her, he breathes raggedly.  Though Elexia is pinned, she doesn't look too hurt, though it's obviously she could be very shortly.*OOC:  Elexia take 5 points of damage.</blockquote>

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