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ic:Khalraan stared at DK, then at Verloren, then to the ground where the shards of the sphere lay.
'wow' was all the young elf could say.
Sliding his fingers along a glowing bookshelf, he came to a dark, black leather book, among all the other brown hides. Pulling the book out, he read the cover,
The Tomb of Dar' Lei
Flipping open the black cover, there was a picture of the sphere, containing clouds, and storms, which seemed to move as the real object had done.
Turning the page, he read aloud the scribing.
'The sphere-like tomb of Dar' Lei holds the spirit of a sorcerer im...imp...prisoned in this tower, left to die by a group of...' Khal stepped over to Verloren, and whispered to her, asking what the next word was, '...fallen monks, who....' '....wished him to use his powers for evil. The sphere holds all of the dead sorcerer's magic, and so any magic used to power the tomb will cause it to...' '....shatter.' Looking pleased with himself, Khal carried on. 'Holding one of the shards of the sphere, and repeating the following words will form it back together.' Khal reached to the floor, and picked up a single shard of the broken sphere, and spoke aloud.
'Tir'ak nor shae caal.'
With a blinding light, the shards of sphere floated into the air, and swirled together, forming the sphere once more, and slotting back into it's stand.
'As Dar' Lei's most powerful magic was...' '....summoning, his tomb will summon forth whatever object, or being is most prominent in the holder's mind.'
Shutting the book, and slipping it into his cloak, Khal turned to look at Verloren, and DK, grinning.
ooc:So I'm a thief who can read, sorta [img]tongue.gif[/img]
[ 02-16-2003, 04:15 PM: Message edited by: Lord High Eater of Legs ]
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