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Slowly D'Aleen wakens and a deep shiver races up her spine as she hazily recalls the eyes of the painting boring into her.
Laying for a moment, thankful that she was here again with her friends who had obviously destroyed that .... thing....she takes a deep breath and, pulling herself over and to one knee, stands shakily with the help of her bow.
OOC: Sorry for the quick reply but I checked with our GM to ensure Darghon's spell wore off, as Golden had mentioned
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Last edited by Minx; 10-19-2003 at 10:12 PM..
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