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Sir Manessah xx/xx / Anarrima 67/67
The spirit of the traitor appeared and smiled bitterly at the elf.
"I thought maybe you had forgotten all about me."
He looks at Anarrima.
"Another cleric. I have had my fill of clerics!"
Anarrima was not in the least bit comfortable with this situation. It was totally against her faith to even allow this foul spectre to exist, but apparently, it knew how to find the missing human if Yevaud knew anything about it. She decided that for the better good, she would have to just stay quiet at the moment, but it pained her.
The pain was not wasted upon the ghost.
"Well then, if the pretty one has nothing to say, then we had better go get Sir Marcos Snowdale before I get doubly cursed for being involved in the death of more of the Snowdale clan."
The ghost led the party of three through the hallway and down the staircase that led to the second room. The ghost flew through the door ahead of the rest and came back through hurriedly.
"There are dark creatures on the other side of that door, elf. Be prepared for a fight. The clerics have not wasted their talents on making skimpy guardians. Call me when you are done."
The ghost vanished.
Anarrima began praying, mentally selecting which powers she might need for a confrontation. Whatever was on the other side of that door would get a taste of her power before it had the chance to harm Yevaud or Vincent.
OOC>>>Yevaud or Vincent may open the door whenever you're ready.
[ 10-31-2005, 05:11 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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