Billgar
His Eminence the Emperor
Position: Lesser Deity
Joined: 02 Sep 2005
6 IC, 9 MC, 3606 GC
Posts: 5951
Effect: +500 Magic Damage
Class: Tri-Wizard
SpiceBox: 0/1
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With a mighty yank, Graves rips his sword from its sheath of flesh, and follows up with the afore mentioned motions. With one clear swing, he removes the head of his beloved from the  shoulders upon which it had once rested. In a spectral array of red, a fountain of death pours forth from the kneeling corpse, covering both it, and Graves. Drenched from head to toe, in a thick layer of tainted crimson, Nathan stares at its source, as it collapses to the ground. Rising forth from the lifeless bod comes the soul of the slain. With both darkness and compasion in his heart, the torn warrior, removes a large bottle from his clothing, and captures the small essence of life.
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