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Deep In the heart of a ravaged land a dark figure sat on a throne of skulls overlooking a scrying pool, thinking to itself. 'They easily defeated the ghouls I sent to test them. They must be stronger than I suspected. The master will not pleased. Maybe something should be done about these adventurers soon, before they made a nuisance of themselves. They use sunlight, our weakness. What else do they know, and how do they know it? I have just the thing to take care of them.' With that the figure made a sweeping jesture with his hand tracing a few intricate runes of power in the air. Each glowing in the dark for but a moment before disappearing. While he traced these runes the figure mumbled a few words in a language that had never been spoken aloud on this plane of existance. With the spell completed the figure sat back and looked at the scrying pool, waiting to see the outcome of his handywork.
OoC: yeah bad guys are just my forte. Poison ivy sucks really bad. I wish you a rapid recovery my friend.
[ 07-18-2002, 09:00 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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