D. Rex
Magic Eight Ball
She sees it now. The methods and the purpose. Piecing the puzzle together. A brilliant and fool proof system. Hindered was its efficacy by the healing magic, but granted instead an unlimited supply of death. And this being, Dendarian. He was no exalt... but nor was he a normal mortal. The body, however, just might be. If her suspicion was correct, then the body was just another victim.
With a flourish of Nocturn, she spin it an slammed its butt against the ground, holding it now like a staff. She pointed a furry finger at the man, "Nephrack. Servant of the underworld. Quit your plan now, and you exorcism will be painless."
"Toun. These strands of soulsteel must be removed. And should this man resist, he must be restrained."
The runes of Nocturn glowed in anticipation. Hazel was ready to counter or distort what spells Dendarian might cast if he decided to choose his own suffering, to give Toun the time to do what he needed to do.
With a flourish of Nocturn, she spin it an slammed its butt against the ground, holding it now like a staff. She pointed a furry finger at the man, "Nephrack. Servant of the underworld. Quit your plan now, and you exorcism will be painless."
"Toun. These strands of soulsteel must be removed. And should this man resist, he must be restrained."
The runes of Nocturn glowed in anticipation. Hazel was ready to counter or distort what spells Dendarian might cast if he decided to choose his own suffering, to give Toun the time to do what he needed to do.