YremeryssMarazhai turns to you — he is holding a crystal coruscating with otherworldly fire. "[Name]... look at this. Your enemy's soul is in the palm of your hand, under your complete control, at the mercy of your desires. Is this not the greatest revenge for past wrongs?"
YOU[Touch the crystal]
YremeryssJust bringing your hand near the crystal is enough for you to feel the wave of psychic energy emanating from it. When your fingers brush the icy surface, the maelstrom of another's emotions bursts into your mind — hatred, bloodlust, terror, despair...
Yremeryss...and suddenly, in this whirlwind of agony, you discern new shades of feeling — hints of triumph and the thrill of mastery over a defeated foe. Marazhai's eyes, which have been watching your face closely, widen, and his lips curve into an exultant smile.
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YOU"Does this thing offer any practical benefit?"
Yremeryss"It does. Yremeryss's suffering will give me strength on the battlefield. Perhaps one day I will want to replace her soul with the essence of another, more worthy opponent... but that will not come to pass any time soon."
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YOU"Does this thing offer any practical benefit?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"We should go."
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YOU"We should go."continues where this line first appears above
Yremeryss...and, unable to endure the onslaught, you draw your hand back. Marazhai scoffs, blithely drags two fingers across the crystal, and returns it to its proper place on his belt.
YOU[Touch the crystal]continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Does this thing offer any practical benefit?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"We should go."continues where this line first appears above
YOU"Does this thing offer any practical benefit?"continues where this line first appears above
YOU"We should go."continues where this line first appears above