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Eligor sheathes his lance in the holster of his mount's saddle, reaching forward and gripping Treisdan's hand tightly.

The flesh on Treisdans arm begins to chitenize, coating his hand in thick red scales. His right hand becomes more like a dragon's talon than anything else.

closing his helm after the deal has been made Eligo clasps his mailed hand to his chest, and grabs the lance out of its cup, and the thundering mount charges into the distance, even though it never actually exits the circle until it disappears...

My name is #&!@)+?"; (the smell of the taste of the color chartreuse)

"I accept your offering, Mortal." And in another flash of red blinding light, he disappears.

An 18 foot tall being enters the portal in a flash of blinding red light, The being is cloaked in red and purple wearing a giant circlet of gold.

again... dave is nearly blinded

"Ahhh.... Treisdan, Once more you call to me to share my knowledge. and I your body?" the being's face is made up of a conglomeration of many faces smashed together into one giant face

::YOUR REQUEST IS GRANTED, WE ABYSM, ANSWER YES::

The crystalline tree of shimmering psionic crystals glows brightly with every word.. As the last word is thought it begins to spin, dwindling downward into the floor.

Treisdan's body now registers as a 16th level Psion

A large Psi crystal looking mass rises from the floor, looking like a huge tree...

Dave and Skeets are just about blind... hundreds of psions are inside the mass

::WE ABYSM ANSWER YOUR CALL.... WHO IS SO BOLD AS TO CALL ABYSM?::