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Mon Sep 22, 2014 1:40 am
"Death be so" the Vicar would call out.
Once his echoing voice stopped echoing, he pulled from his cloak a wand, one made of light, with a single hollow chant in an unknown language, Goldbeard's soul, his very being, his essence, were ripped from his body, torn asunder and cast into the Wastes of Excelsior forever to be lost, and never to be alive again. Any valuables Goldbeard might gave had, were sent to the Hellish Peaks to be guarded by dragons exceeding 2nd in rank.
Just as it came, the Vicar would leave...