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Scorch shook her head again. "The herbs have stopped your pain, but they have not healed the wound."

Shaya lay on the ground a the wounds in her legs sending a electric shock through her every being. She stood and ran over to the others, through the winding halls, she stopped short seeing all the blood.





Shaya was glad to be in the open and not feeling so inclosed as she had.



Raziel had been summoned. Intruders had jeopardized the life and plans of the Deamon Lord. Raziel had sworn never to serve the Deamon Lord again, but who could say no to 250 pounds of gold?
Raziel shouldered his spear in the cold night air. He was approaching the Waymeet.
Raziel shouldered his spear in the cold night air. He was approaching the Waymeet.

Raziel walked through the gates, and at once he saw the group in front of him. With them was the demon. He pondered weather to walk into view or stay behind as a last resort.

"but would you be able to watch the others die because of your decision?"
"no"
That was totally Raziel's cue. He stepped forward and circled the group a little, to get better access to Scorch.
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