[She's making inferences based on her own experiences, but when things started oozing black sludge...things that she figures should most likely be peaceful (which she's wrong about)...then they can't be all right. Can they?
While she ponders, the thing shifts, taking on the form of a tall man, handsome, with Mediterranean olive skin, and the solid, stocky build of a soldier. The kind of man that looks like he almost never smiles, but when he does, it lights up a room.
That sight shreds Chandra's concentration, her spell stuttering mid windup, falling apart. A sudden burst of rage fills her voice, but also? panic.]
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[She's making inferences based on her own experiences, but when things started oozing black sludge...things that she figures should most likely be peaceful (which she's wrong about)...then they can't be all right. Can they?
While she ponders, the thing shifts, taking on the form of a tall man, handsome, with Mediterranean olive skin, and the solid, stocky build of a soldier. The kind of man that looks like he almost never smiles, but when he does, it lights up a room.
That sight shreds Chandra's concentration, her spell stuttering mid windup, falling apart. A sudden burst of rage fills her voice, but also? panic.]
It's...you're dead.