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Lyulfe
Lyulfe could feel his music finally reaching Larry, his song forming a rope of light that shown with the brilliant colours of violet and azure. He heaved with the stress that the magic was causing him, and the room surrounding them warped in different directions dangerously, his spell on them starting to falter. Lyulfe could feel Larry grab onto the rope of light, and together with much pulling and climbing Larry finally reached the land of the living and the safe unconsciousness of hopeful dreams.
Lyulfe gasped, finally halting the music. With the end of the song, he could feel his link to Skye start to withdraw. With the last bit of power from the link he tediously solidified his elven form. The walls of the room groaned thankfully at the release of the spell, and the ethereal glow dissipated, leaving a shaking and ashen faced elf in it's place. His magic totally depleted, Lyulfe collapsed on the floor and immediately lost consciousness.
The half-hazard shape spell left the elf looking less than normal, his skin slightly tinged a pale blue colour like his hair. Because of his current ashen complexion this may be overlooked, except in random places on his body there appear to be patches of minute reptilian scales.
ooc- keep in mind that Lyulfe locked the door, so either Larry is going to have to wake up, or someone's gotta break the door down. [img]smile.gif[/img] Most of Lyulfe's essence is made up of magic, so by depleting it to such a dangerous level has left him in an unsafe range of death.
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