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Moriamis scowls at the question. "Azedarc and his little lackey Jehan. They're evil. Pure evil." She shakes her head and regains a bit of her composure. "If you want a potion of time travel, you will have to wait." She smirks. "That's a bit of a joke. It will take me a day ...

Kalar witnesses: Kalar awakens at the foot of his deity. Dispater says nothing. He simple holds out his hand and jabs Kalar in the chest. A mercurial fluid flows up and covers a bit of Kalar's chest. Then Kalar starts to become overwhelmed by a bright light. His soul feels like it's being lifted. H...

Kalar dies. At first the party just assumes he's falling asleep. But then his lack of breath and chilling, soulless glare show them all that he has died. What a terrible poison that must have been. "Don't panic," Moriamis holds up her hand in an attempt to halt the party's worry. "He...

Moriamis gives Tammyrtharn a reassuring look. "Don't be so hard on yourself". Then she turns to Kalar. "A dog?" says Moriamis. She thinks about this for a while. "Well, there is a way to be rid of the werewolf and dog curses that afflict, I'm sure of that. If you'd truly li...

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The ghostly growth on Lynda's hand instantly stops growing and disappears completely as she puts the amulet back on. She notices that it does not reattach to her spine as it had been before. Being able to turn the skin beneath where the amulet had been is intensely comforting. After she listens to ...

Moriamis casts a spell and Lynda's amulet unclasps and falls to the ground. For a moment everything seems to have gone perfectly. Then Lynda's hand begins to shake violently. It fades in and out between being ghostly and solid. The ghostliness begins to creepy up and cover more and more of her arm ...