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A flash of purple light, warmth, and then.. nothing. What was this? Staugast did not know. But he felt.. different. No. He was no different. It was WHERE he was that was different. This wasn't Hell. He looked down at the summoning circle, a snarl coming from his reptilian mouth. "Who is behind this?" His deep, earthen voice called. Tinged with an ancient Nordic accent. He looked around, his towering size likely intimidating.
-LOYALFOLLOWER
@-draconic || Adam groaned a little in frustration, mostly at herself. "Goddammit..." She mumbled under her breath. "Why is it always demons?"
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-draconic
[[ @-LOYALFOLLOWER ]] "Good." His voice answered from deep within, although distorted and reverberated. And just like that, he returned to normal.
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-LOYALFOLLOWER
@-draconic || "Okay, okay, damn!" Adam held up her hands in surrender, backing away a little bit. "Fine, my soul is yours!"
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