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Larry Silverfall
“None shall contest our claim!”
The blind, weakened, and frightened man known as Larry Silverfall heard these words from within the chamber and that was enough to ensue panic. He picked himself off the floor where he had once again fallen but knew not which way to run. This was a dead-end. There were no windows. There were no doors to flee into another room. This was it. He was blind, nearly dead, and what was worse, Joseph was in the middle of a spell and could not be interupted! What was Morgie doing? Since he could not see that he was in fact assisting Joe by holding the tome, he did not know what Morgie was already engaging in battle against the foe that had burst in upon them. Was the wall of light down? Were all of the Mage's minions in this room right now, staring at him in hungry lust for his death? He brought forth his sword, the Nightblade. Its cursed coldness was a welcome relief to his sweaty, quivering palms. He held the sword in front of him and settled into a stand, knowing that he had no place to go, and hoping that Mistral was looking down on him from the Spirit World and forgiving him for dying here instead of saving her soul from its prison.
"Mistral forgive me...I have failed you..."
[ 05-18-2006, 01:29 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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