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Morgeruat · 07-15-2004, 10:21 AM

Rodie 39/70

The shadows had come again, cold, unfeeling they washed over him, carrying him from the throne room. A scream cried for release from the minstrels throat, but was stillborn by the unending chill. The transportation lasted only seconds, but felt like an eternity, in the blackness of his mind the... other cried out for release. It's repression a hateful thing, it pushed against the weakened mind, and finally broke free, in control of his own form again. The adventurer looked around the cell it now found itself in, recognizing a prison of shadow when it saw one, and knowing only one person who would dare to be so flamboyant in building a prison. The wet looking rocks did not reflect any light, and were quite dry to the touch.

"Mage," cried the prisoner, "come to me, before the other takes me again. I shall serve you if you grant me control of my body." The words were garbled into gibberish of a dozen languagaes, sometimes halfway through a word, but for one of the Shadow's power such a trick would be seen through easily enough. At least he hoped the Shadow mage would see through it.

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07-15-2004, 10:21 AM	#72
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 45 Posts: 5,421	Rodie 39/70 The shadows had come again, cold, unfeeling they washed over him, carrying him from the throne room. A scream cried for release from the minstrels throat, but was stillborn by the unending chill. The transportation lasted only seconds, but felt like an eternity, in the blackness of his mind the... other cried out for release. It's repression a hateful thing, it pushed against the weakened mind, and finally broke free, in control of his own form again. The adventurer looked around the cell it now found itself in, recognizing a prison of shadow when it saw one, and knowing only one person who would dare to be so flamboyant in building a prison. The wet looking rocks did not reflect any light, and were quite dry to the touch. "Mage," cried the prisoner, "come to me, before the other takes me again. I shall serve you if you grant me control of my body." The words were garbled into gibberish of a dozen languagaes, sometimes halfway through a word, but for one of the Shadow's power such a trick would be seen through easily enough. At least he hoped the Shadow mage would see through it. [ 07-15-2004, 10:22 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]