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| − | <pre>You gaze at the Mark of the Damned, examining with care the fine lines
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| − | and gouges making its form. Even as you do so, you feel the world about you
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| − | waver and fade..
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| − | You find yourself floating within the void, surrounded by nothingness.
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| − | Soon, the nothingness takes form, appearing as wraithlike figures with
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| − | quicksilver eyes. The lost spirits beckon, whispering promises of knowledge
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| − | and power, carressing you with limbs of wispy cold. You find yourself
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| − | moving, if such can be discerned in an unchanging landscape, and after what
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| − | Here your chilling escort fades, but the whispers remain, as well as shining
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| − | pinpoints of silver light. They call for you to step through, to become one
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| − | with the power of the void. You hesistate, and begin to float through.
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| − | Whether this is by your will or that of some malevolent force is unclear.
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| − | You pass through, and all becomes light.
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| − | White fire rages about you, blinding you with its sheer intensity. Tongues
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| − | of flame envelop you and you can feel your flesh blacken and flake like
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| − | burnt parchment. You can not even scream in agony as the very air is burnt
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| − | from your lungs, suffocating you even as you are consumed..
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| − | The light fades suddenly, and you find yourself again in Kzroth's chamber,
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| − | the Mark of the Damned seared into your memory.</pre>
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