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As the black horse of nightmare launches itself fromt the crypt Krazixs is flung out of the way by Darghon, slamming into the crypt behind him his head rebounding off the ancient stone, stars swimming in the small elf's vision. Looking up he makes eye contact with the demon horse and instinct beyond his recognition takes over Krazixs' actions. Without thinking several spells are uttered in a matter of seconds and Krazixs' being is enveloped in holy light. His cumbersome staff is now glowing with a white nimbus and held like a two handed sword in front of the elf. Muttering one last spell the tomb is instantly filled with a incadesecnt almost blinding light. In some dark corner of Krazixs' mind his conscience is wondering what in heavans is happening.
ooc: ok rogue up to you
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
Last edited by krazixs; 06-27-2003 at 06:54 AM..
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