My friend...so strange...so angry...you...find him...and I will rest
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The chaos and havoc currently buffeting the church suddenly stops, the floating debris settling to the ground. An ethereal figure, with grey, desiccated skin stretched over the bony skeleton (). Floating a few inches over the ground, the robed spirit slumps to its knees, its rotting skull bowed in penitence. It rasps out a pained croak Rayland...they came...faceless...Erastril forgive me... It continues to mutter under its breath, its form wobbling in and out of sight. |