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	Murmur eyed the glass as it floated toward him.

[i]So the big brute can wield a spell or two.[/i]

	He thought to himself as the glass finally reached it's proper location.  Taking his claw he lifted the glass to his lips and downed the entire drink in a single quick gulp.  Fire didn't burn this badly.  His eye's gleamed and he belched a plume of smoke.  The effects never took long to set in.  He smiled a fangy smile and took another look around the bar.  A beautiful kind of numbing calm overcame him and the entire bar became distorted.  He heard music in his head and visions of small pixies circling about filled his sight.

"So pretty. . ."

	He reached his claw out to one of the imaginary pixies to snatch it and eat but it always seemed to be just out of reach.  The mind pixies were a devious bunch, they taunted him with their sparkly goodness.  Murmur had never managed to devour one but was quite sure they were the most delicious thing in the world.  He stood up and started walking toward the pixies which seemed to know his every move, he would devour every single last one of them.  They giggled and gleamed so beautifully for food.  Now to Murmur he was about to devour his next meal in the paradise that he was magically transported to.  To anyone else he was a grinning little imp walking around with a grin and grabbing at the air like an insane little, well, imp.

"Damned pixies!  Do you have any idea who I am?!  I am Murmur future King of this world and realm!  I now command you to be devoured, by me."

	The mind pixies obviously had no respect for their future ruler and continued to dance just out of reach.  He suddenly realized what he needed to do.  Trickery and deception were in his blood, you know Devil God and whatnot.  So as they danced out of his reach he suddenly launched himself into the air grabbing at a single pixie who wasn't paying attention.  In mid air he snatched it and stuffed the Mind Pixie into his mouth whole and started to crunch.  Time was distorted and he floated in the air in his paradise.  He was suddenly twelve feet tall and handsome in his castle.  The world shouted out his name in admiration and fear.  He was Murmur Devil God and King the pixie had given him his true form and revealed his true nature.

	Back in reality the little imp jumped and landed face first on the floor snoring softly, a goofy fangy grin on his face as he slumbered.  Murmur had learned a valuable lesson.  When drinking pixie blood, always remember, Never eat the Pixie.