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Originally posted by Cyril Darkcloud:
THE TAVERN
The Dead Wind begins to focus it attention on Neb ....
Such an intensity of rage and madness in that one! So powerful a mind, so easily provoked to violence! I simply must know more ....
The stale air stirs slightly around the psionic and whispered thoughts seek entry into his mind.
Neb twitches as he seeks to resist the presence attempting to intrude upon his mind, he diverts all of his mental resources to block it out but in doing so he lets the bloodlust of his growing insanity consume his consciousness for the time being.
Hacking right and left Neb cleaves a path through those in the Tavern, his mental defenses against the Dead Win growing weaker by the second, in the end, they fall.
The psionic lets go of his blade and falls to his knees, clutching his head, at the mercy of the Dead Wind.