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Lunitai
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Date Posted: 15:58:13 09/21/02 Sat
In reply to:
Ralen, Seriema, Tamahome
's message, "Re: +alarm+" on 14:14:36 09/17/02 Tue
Far away, amidst the fortress of the Evil Ethren stood Lunitai, her form that of the Evil Godess. She changes slowly from black garb to silven as if the color just vanished from the gown and changed to silver. The ebon of her hair seemed to fall from the strads to leave silver and white.
She was alone, she had sent Ethren to contact Rowan and Ralen and she knew he would be bust, excpecially eith a well=placed sleeping curse on her part. She knew he lay in his throne room, unconcious.
She smiled at this trickery, he would awaken soon she knew, but he would contact his lackeys after.
She strode to the window and pressed her hand against the cool pane.
Tamahome.
The name came to her suddenly and she felt his thoughts. She contacted him then:
Tamahome, my Cleric. Your thoughts trouble me, do not fret so about me, you trust me, do you not? Please, speak to me, I am always here for you.
She laid her forehead against the glass and let the coldness soothe her.
She suddenly had an idea and disapeared..
She appeared now, before her cleric, slightly translucent but only to him...
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