"DAAR LAS NI MORWITIJAAL..."  The voice that speaks is like thunder and earthquakes.  It comes from a man dressed in tattered purple robes and aged golden armor, floating in the air like a puppet dangling on its strings.  What little of his visible flesh are withered grayish hands and feet and an impossibly thin waist.  His face, however, is hidden behind a vibrant wooden mask.  "NI SETKIIRJORI NU DAAR AAL OFANJIIK ZU'U ZOK."

[hider=OOC]"This is not Morwitjaal..."  "None of my dolls yet this may entertain me more."
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