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As he stood outside the doorway, axe in hand, fellow half orc by his side, Gell suddenly began to feel strangely. In the distant woods, he seemed to hear a murmur of words. Curious as to what it was, Gell tried to look only to discover he was frozen in place. He was forced to watch as Tower ran off into the shadows as though he were a goblin who had drunk too much ale, helpless to do anything to help his companions due to this magical paralysis. He sees the monk standing next to him and tries to speak, but his lips can hardly move. Gell does his best to cry out, to move, to break free of this spell as his barbarian mind rails against it's cage.
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"A ouija board just works better if you've made it yourself. It's sortof like how 'Clue' is more interesting when one of you has actually killed someone."
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