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Tristan
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Date Posted: 16:54:17 02/28/01 Wed
In reply to:
Victor
's message, "The Last Straw Cut" on 16:09:48 02/28/01 Wed
"You pitiful, twisted creature, not of this world..."
With the remaining acolytes gone, and Heather distracted, this was Tristan's best chance.
"...By the Light of Purity I possess..."
He reveled at the Holy energy flowing through him, feeling it wash away the stain on his soul, little by little...
"...Begone to the Nexus of our two worlds!!..."
Just then an acolyte entered, horrified at what he saw--Tristan with both hands raised, a white aura surrounding him. "Matron!!"
"...MEGGIDO...FL--"
But at the last second, the acolyte swung his staff, an electrical arc leaping from it and shooting towards Tristan. He dodged, aborting the spell.
"DAMNIT!!" He rolled, landed in a crouch, and violently tore the silver cross and chain from his neck. As the chain snapped, ht melted, flowing like water in is hand--and reformed into a viscious-looking rapier, glinting with a mysterious energy. He darted forward and fought, hoping someone else would get here soon. The ritual was almost finished...
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