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Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 94/98
The blast was still ringing in his ears, stunting his hearing, when something charged past and engaged the warlock who'd conjured it. With such threat and distraction, the priestess and himself had little to fear of the cleric for the moment.
Glancing around swiftly, he spotted a sight he liked not at all. It took no great leap of intuition to understand none of these black-hearted daemon-worshippers must channel the power of the emerald. Power which he, himself, had already experienced once before.
He left Anarrima's protection in the hands of the wolf-thing. Something like a swift inhalation of breath marked the return of his hearing, and he charged to intercept cleric 4. The inquisitor planned to have afouled magi beneath his hammer this day, and here he would begin.
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