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Dusk Desire
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taken off guard by the developemnts Eeyfel is too slow to evade the decripit priest's grasp
Z'Theno: 'You must give us more! please we need more, we all need more!'
His grip is strong, far stronger than should be possible given his feeble health
Eeyfel: 'Let go of me!'
Z'Theno: 'Please! We must have more! give us more!'
His touch breaks something of the illusion for the the Acolyte
She is doused with the overwhelming musty smell of ancient rot
She feels the priest's despair, unending and all consuming, she feels it eating into her soul.
she sees the creature for what it is, a sun bleached husk eaten from the inside out from the hunger that will not let it truly die.
and then the moment passes and she is merely gripped by the wretched creature she first laid eyes upon
Z'theno: 'PLEASE!'
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