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Anarrima 60/67
Things were happening fast. Tao's blue aura faded away and she started on about "she" is weakening her...Anarrima did not have even the time to help her when Yevaud was yelled at for dragging a human corpse towards the door and then Marcos walked up to the emerald that was suddenly glowing brighter than ever. Then she felt it. Surely everyone else did too! After the death of the four clerics, the room had not lessened in its gloom, it had strengthened! What was that emerald? Its powers were so heavy as to cause her to feel a degree of seperation from her goddess! All she could do was fall to her knees and pray. She would need to be in close contact with her deity in order to counter this evil, but the distance she felt from her now was very discouraging. Still, she tried.
Marcos had reached out and touched the emerald, hoping that he had it in himself to work against this dark magic. Surprisingly, his hands were not seared off, but there was still tremendous heat. The Inquisitor was protected in part by his dicipline.
Then the emerald did a new trick. Its light fell to a dim shimmer that it once was, and seemed nearly lifeless.
That was just before the explosion.
Marcos was blown across the room and hit the wall. Anarrima and Tao were knocked down as was Vincent where he stood. Yevaud was the furthest away from the blast but the force of the blast caused him to stumble backwards a few steps. A green cloud of dust filled the room, but swirling in a lively manner at some focus point and began to be vacuumed inward towards that focus point.
OOC>>>Damage chart:
Marcos: 12hp
Anarrima: 5hp
Tao: 3hp
Vincent: 2hp
As the dust cloud of green was sucked away, the shape that began to appear where the emerald had been brought a grim realization to everyone as to what had emerged. The four souls in the room immediately recognized the tell-tale features of the creature and could name its race with ease…yet their knowledge told them that they were probably already dead so knowing the enemy would not matter. Death is death, in all its forms.
At first, one notices the beautiful shape of a humanistic female, her feminine features striking to behold if you can get past the eyes like embers and skin to make the darkest night pale in comparison. Yet, for all her slender, odd beauty, you just cannot get passed the fact that instead of legs, her lower torso converts into a shape not unlike a great serpent. And those arms! Six no more, no less. Six arms, ending in strong, clawed hands. Each hand held a long-sword, and she began spinning them, exercising her wrists after so long being imprisoned. Her smile did nothing to warm the blood of anyone who beheld it, rather it sent cold chills of dread down the spine.
A Marilith had emerged from the emerald and now stood in the room in all her fierce glory.
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Now…let’s take a break for a moment here and try to figure out just why this particular demon has come to be standing here today.
In order to do that, we’ll have to investigate the history of another great being whose name is already in this game and whose actions we all know.
Patience dear reader, and you will earn that story.
[ 06-24-2006, 04:33 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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