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Legolas · 10-31-2005, 05:32 PM

Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

The world turned a bright green nothingness, a stark white outline of a gem superimposed over the monochrome view. The pull of the artifact was practically irresistable, yet even so the paladin's trained mind fought against the all-consuming beacon in front of him. His tutors had schooled him in shattering illusions of dark magic and ill wards of control, and even as the emerald grid grew to fill his view entirely, he found momentary respite in some remote part of his self, far with drawn and yet helplessly adrift in the emerald seas.

It seemed their timing in coming to this place had been a most unfortunate one. Though his regular purgings of dark magic nests were better organized and more informed than this forray had been, he knew that little information on this subject could have been found elsewhere.
The mysterious vanishing of Silverfall and the Duchess, the uncovering of this hidden complex, the involvement of Snowdale blood, all this told him he was destined to be here, now, watching as the gemstone no doubt began to feed on him.

Once more, he was being tested. With no control over his body, it would come down to an unseen but equally real battle of wills. It was a pity then, that he was so ill informed about his opponent.

10-31-2005, 05:32 PM	#299
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 41 Posts: 5,459	Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98 The world turned a bright green nothingness, a stark white outline of a gem superimposed over the monochrome view. The pull of the artifact was practically irresistable, yet even so the paladin's trained mind fought against the all-consuming beacon in front of him. His tutors had schooled him in shattering illusions of dark magic and ill wards of control, and even as the emerald grid grew to fill his view entirely, he found momentary respite in some remote part of his self, far with drawn and yet helplessly adrift in the emerald seas. It seemed their timing in coming to this place had been a most unfortunate one. Though his regular purgings of dark magic nests were better organized and more informed than this forray had been, he knew that little information on this subject could have been found elsewhere. The mysterious vanishing of Silverfall and the Duchess, the uncovering of this hidden complex, the involvement of Snowdale blood, all this told him he was destined to be here, now, watching as the gemstone no doubt began to feed on him. Once more, he was being tested. With no control over his body, it would come down to an unseen but equally real battle of wills. It was a pity then, that he was so ill informed about his opponent.