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Date Posted: 20:50:03 01/31/03 Fri
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|^|Through the pain and fatigue plaguing a silven face, s dark simper flickers up for a moment in time. Then slips back to a rather emotionless flare, silven face flawless at it had previously been. Her body was fighting the striking darkness the gold had placed within, and to some extend succeeding. She would be as close as she could be to well in these dark lands soon. And then comes speach, a sickened cough breaking her words for a moment and spewing blood down her much. But not as much, or nearly as harsh|^|
|^|Her weakness, perhaps, in this form in life. As the bringer of death life would undoubtably quail her power. And considering that Brahama's death has added to her power, perhaps we could reverse it with her revival. But is beyond my power, and too late for many others. The rest would not be quick enough. So, that isn't possible|^|
|^|Another spasm of blood and harsh breath is released form mouth of silver and she frowns, pained and confused. It was getting worse|^|
|^|The only other way would be to slow her down. Though how, I do not know. Take away her sword maybe? RAGE can't get in close while she still has that|^|
|^|Again a dark cough attacks her body, followed by another, and yet another. The spasm continues and when ended, blood runs darkly and quickly down her front. Sucking in air greedily she gasps, chest heaving. And words stopping while she struggled for control of her silven body.|^|
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