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Krazixs reels, feeling blood running down his cheek, and a ache in his head where it slammed into the wall behind him. Something evil was in here. Instinct takes over and the katana is in his hands. The words on his lips come out in a voice unlike any his companions have heard. They are at once full of power and alien.
In his hands the katana takes on a white light.
:Spell-Holy Aura:
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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.
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