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The spearman whispers, Fraudulent…, and he begins coughing. He stumbles towards Roshan as if in a state of distress, and flecks of blood and spittle moisten Roshan’s chest piece.
A long-fingered claw darts out and grabs the templar by the throat as a flash of red lightning pushes its way into Roshan’s mind. Conwall and Belym see the flesh of the man’s face begin to slough off in large patches, revealing pale white skin beneath. But to Roshan’s eyes, the face morphs into an all too familiar visage. Danyal. His voice fills your mind.
I’ve returned child. These two have blasphemed against our cause. Fight with me once more.
The creature’s off hand tightens on the shaft of the spear and its red eyes narrow, as it focuses on probing weaknesses in Roshan’s mental fortress.
What do you do?