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Brendon 78/78 and Anarrima 67/67
Brendon had been healed of the misery, but the howls were no less potent. The deadly venom in that sound remained as a weight upon the shoulders of every creature or person that heard it. They were so close now that it began to make Brendon weep. Indeed, Anarrima had begun as well, for the howls were painful and sickening. It was no use covering one's ears, the terrible sound found its way into them, to fester and torment the mind.
Anarrima tried to think of a spell that would protect them from the sounds of the howling but she could not concentrate. Her head hurt too bad. It appeared that nothing she could do would call a prayer to mind.
"I am useless! I cannot think with those howls, and they sound as though they are upon us just any minute! Goddess! Save us!"
[ 03-09-2004, 11:38 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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