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The Hunger
Suddenly the souls it seeks are not to be found for a mantle of storm surrounds the ancient blade and the lives it has sought are not to be found within the shifting motion of wind and the falling of rain. Near at hand, however, wind brushes the newly exposed earth and the attention of the appetite moves elsewhere where lives stand much nearer and much more vulnerable. Power, great power, is being invoked above it and life pours itself out in desperate pleading. And the Hunger reaches upward ......
ooc: By this point only a few souls would remain in the Spiritsword.
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