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Jonal Turamarth 35/78 54/56
Jonal fell to his knees, holding himself up with fists, but he would not beg, he would not scream like a coward. He would just clamp his teeth tightly and bare it. This entity was loud in his mind, taking over his thoughts, and making Jonal feel like a spectator on the side. It was most horrible, because he could not touch nor see this assailant. But at the same time...the thing proved that it was not the dreamweaver...and had made him a promise. Jonal could not help but tell it what it asked...
"A cleric took my memories from me in a revengeful fit of anger...binding me to the task of his weakling God. He wears it upon a chain around his neck."
Jonal strained the words aloud through gritted teeth, sweating as though it were a thousand degrees in the room.
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