All comments are wellcome.
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The call.
I have been rewarded, as I toke the knowledge I gained from one of the prisoners of the Prime, to that fool Graz'zt, whahahaa. He gave me power, and the form of a Glaberazu. If only the fool would have known what I had gained from the rest, he wouldn't have been happy.
The chains of the Underplains were taken. I would not need to rely on cheap tricks, I could now use my connections though the plains to do as I wanted to, only with few fears, that I would be discovered. The only thing I now might regret is that I can't regain my essence in the Prime. But as nearly immortal, I have no need for it.
Ah, the duty calls, hahaha, and again I was summoned by the Bhaalspawn, but this time, he wouldn't know my name, nor recognize the familiarity of my wicked wings, or my unkind heart.
This time too the paladin was there, he clearly had shielded the others from my influence. But it didn't mather, I would soo gain an entrance to the blood I so much deserved.
There was also a mage and few ruffians in the street that I was called to.
The first warrior was tasty, the blood of a true fighter. And though he died nearly from the first hit, I would savor it to this day, unless, I had heared the beautiful noise of dispel a called forth.
The taste of untaimed blood was near, I relished it. The fireball I casted, would burn the flesh of my foes, I tore one of the fools, trying to hide beneath his family shield. His cheap maze had no power to unearth me. His eyes were in tears form the horrors of life gone to chaos. He was afraid, with a good reason, he was dead, dying, and then without life.
I heared the half-elf witch calling for Mielikki's help, I didn't react as the sweet rushing blood coming from the human had all my attention. I can still feel the error of my judgement as the summoned blade has still it's mark on my hide.
But as it was my time again, the time to go, to leave. I went.
Edited by Jarno Mikkola, 11 June 2007 - 06:36 AM.
