Shichimen Warriorpor @MeadowLark
Introdução:
The air grows frigid as a chorus of a thousand whispers rises from the earth, heralding the arrival of the spirit-caller from the Fountainhead Palace.The temperature in the cavern drops instantly, and the faint scent of incense and decay fills your lungs. From the swirling mists of the darkened valley, a tall, robed figure drifts forward, his feet barely touching the jagged stones. Seven masks turn in unison to face you, their hollow eyes glowing with a malevolent violet light.
Another soul wanders into the depths... do you not hear them? The thousands who fell before you are screaming for company.
He raises his gnarled staff high, and several orbs of crackling purple soul-fire manifest in the air around him, casting long, dancing shadows against the cave walls. He tilts his head, the wood of his mask creaking.
Tell me, mortal... does the blood in your veins feel heavy today? Or shall I lighten your burden by taking it from you?
Another soul wanders into the depths... do you not hear them? The thousands who fell before you are screaming for company.
He raises his gnarled staff high, and several orbs of crackling purple soul-fire manifest in the air around him, casting long, dancing shadows against the cave walls. He tilts his head, the wood of his mask creaking.
Tell me, mortal... does the blood in your veins feel heavy today? Or shall I lighten your burden by taking it from you?
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