Since mostly no one could tell that Narza was absorbing souls, it probably just looked like a small cloud was floating from corpse to corpse. The puffy white cloud stops abruptly above a man missing his lower torso and head. Shining lines flared up from the ground, pulsing with music and magic that even the rather inexperienced Narza could feel was dangerous. Moments later, she felt an incomparably huge [i]something[/i] rising up from deep below the Earth. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. It was some sort of soul or spirit, but completely different from anything she'd ever felt. Grabbing the rest of the souls from the crowd of humans gibbed by the alchemical blast, Narza flees to the outskirts of the village as fast as she could fly. She didn't know what was going to happen, but the red light from the rune-lines indicated fire, and fire was not one of Narza's strong suits.
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109 tormented humans, 2 clerics, 1 orc, one twisted little girl, 3 Elementals, and Derrik the dark mage
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