"Well who would this be...? The Summoner?"
She looks around and touches the frost, admiring it.
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*as the storm front reaches her, it begins to snow heavily.. The wind begins to moan. You hear chains rattling in the wind, but you can't determine from where*
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"Hm.... Interesting..." She is not bothered by any of it.
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*she feels something tearing at her soul.. A presence makes itself known.. A tendril of distortion slams into you, wrenching the life out from the inside.. Your soul is being probed, the pain is so intense that your vision begins to strobe in and out - the very air around your body resonates with the distortion aura that tightens down over your body harshly. Your senses are assaulted by a psychic attack*
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"I knew a human vessel would make me weak." She winces at the pain, but she has no soul to attack.
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Edited by Immørtal Fulgrim: 7/15/2015 4:00:05 AM[b][i]Visibility and temperature reach absolute zero, winds of over 200mph slam into you as the sky above flashes brightly with strobing lightning. A vortex of violate flames that reaches up into the sky approaches you. Moments later it passes over you - you're in the very eye of the storm. Tep-Pharon, primarch and Death Warden becomes visible. He is levitating in the center of the vortex - purple, crackling lightning strobing from him and creating a hellish scene as the vortex screams around both of you. [/i][/b] *Tep-Pharon is huge. He is wearing a dark purple, ruby and blood diamond encrusted robe with high crested, plate pauldrons that glow with a bright pink intensity.. His eyes burn with bale-fire beneath his intense looking psychic hood as the air around blurs with an aura of distortion* *at his waist, a thick black book is chained to his belt. Three tiny skulls are inlaid on the spine of the book while one larger skull is inlaid on the books cover.. The book itself seems to be glaring at you with malicious intent* *he lands* *In one fluid motion, the primarch steps forward with his right foot as his body turns to the left. As as the primarch makes the step, he extends his right arm in unison - he opens his hand, palm up towards the heavens as his aura of distortion increases. As he extends his arm, the aura of distortion grows and clamps down on you, your body is lifted into the air* *Tep-Pharon slowly closes his fist as the bale-fire in his eyes burns more intensely* *you are unable to move for now* [b][i]WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER SOUL[/i][/b]
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Meredith, not scared by Tep, answers without preamble. "Her soul is safe, stored away while I use her body as a vessel, she will be fine, as long as none of her friends shoot her." Meredith smiles evilly.
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[b][i]GIVE ME HER SOUL, NOW. OR YOU WILL PAY THE CONSEQUENCES!!!!![/i][/b] bellows Tep-Pharon - his voice so loud that his it echos off the mountains several miles away, adding an unnatural echo reverberation to his tone, your human eardrums burst, blood begins pouring [b][i]I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN[/i][/b]
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"If you kill her you kill her chance to survive. So I would stop making her ears bleed. Why do you want her soul anyway?" She looks at him nonplussed.
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[b][i]I have been tasked to save her soul and transplant it into another body. The fate of the imperium depends on it. [/i][/b] *the bale-fire continues to grow in his eyes* *you feel your grip on the vessel beginning to fade*
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"And how does the fate of mankind rest on this dark magic spawns shoulders?" She looks at Tep with a critical look.
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[b][i]"I have seen it in the reflections of the warp"[/i][/b] says Tep-Pharon
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"Hm. You rely so much on the Warp for everything..."
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[b][i]"The warp touches all things, inside and out. Release the soul to me or all will be lost" [/i][/b]
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"Fine. Here." She holds out a blue glowing orb, Amy's soul.
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*all at once, everything disappears - things to back to normal, but the damage to the planet remains. Blood is caked on your face, but the wounds have been healed*
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"Primarchs..." She rubs a little of the blood on her face off.