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OOC>>>I hope none of you mind, but I am going to move the soty along a bit to provoke action and enevitably,...the end.
Larry was watching the bretrayer taking his final breaths of life. Soon, the poison in his body would totally consume him, making him a mindless undead that woudl serve as an undead general, totally controlled by Larry's shadow magic. Then he felt the presence enter. HE knew that a force that was carrying a strong essence had just entered the building...from...the top? Oh..Larry remembered that the roof was penetrable, and the wind maker must have learned that as well. Running over a few contingencies in his mind, Larry prepared himself for his greatest hour and victory! The death of an outsider and tormentor to his realm.
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Down in the dungeons, A cell door was thrust open. A tall, ash-toned form emerged from it and the air went stale and cold. It seemed to be tasting the air and was seemingly intent on getting into the cell that held the wolf, but then it smelled the two women inside the dungeon. Deiter stopped, and turned towards his newest targets. Lunging forward with jagged black nails protruding from gastly hands, Deiter sought blood. He needed blood to truelly transform into the thing that Master Larry had promised.
OOC>>>More on his condition when I see some involvement!
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