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9/3/2019 11:01:51 PM
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Ah geez, you know I'm not really fit for fighting. I'd much appreciate if we could just talk this out.
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“We could talk” comes a booming and obviously magically enhanced voice from above. “Isn’t the spells I cast just incantations using my research and ancient magical languages? I think so” came the voice of The vampire Warlock Holmes.
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“You know I haven’t really been a villain before so I am going to kill you know. Feel free to make small talk after each attack I find it soo amusing” the vampire says. Floating in the air are a bunch of illusionary Holmes, each of them pointing a finger of you and suddenly a bold of crackling lighting shoots toward you!
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A shot fires from your gun blade and it hits one of the illusionary duplicates causing it to fizzle away! A fireball erupts near you and although you are not the center target fire flys everywhere. The vampire starts to cast a spell, his voice echoing through the chamber.
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The energy strikes another duplicate and it disappears! Only two more left circling in the air. Suddenly they stop casting and you hear a horrid roar of a beast. A creature, made of shadow and nightmare itself, pounced towards you with a killing glair in its dark eyes. The sound of more incantations can be hear above
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The beast charges and your shot cried out in the air striking the beast but it keeps on running. Your weapon slashed it and it stumbles back a little before continuing its charge. The creature made of pure fear let’s out a bone chilling roar that sounds more like the howling of the wind in a cold winters eve. The warlock cackles as he finished his next spell and suddenly magical darkness covered the area.
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“No but you are not the only warrior on the field I have to deal with. Enjoy my present” the wizard cackles before continuing the strange and rhythmic words of spell casting. The dark beast growls, a sound that sounds like a cliff racers fingernails scraping across a very old chalkboard, and strikes at you. It’s dark tendrils of a arm strikes directly at your mind as it probes your fears attacking you psychically with them.
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The beast only roars it’s hideous roar as the damage doesn’t really affect it. It continues to tear through your mind. Prowling for fears and tramas and scars that it can tear open. Whatever it is can only be battled mentally. You hear a gunshot crack and assume that the last illusionary duplicate has been dispelled.
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[spoiler]this is where I would tell my d&d players to make a wisdom save. But since we are not playing d&d let me describe [/spoiler] You push the tougher deeper into your mind and the beast still feds. Although it is able to do significantly less damage but it keeps trying. You notice something odd about it. It doesn’t damage it’s surroundings or even affect them. Only you. More spell casting from above
