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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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[color=FF4D19]“Void. I hate Midnosians.”[/color] Galeil sighed as the hunter barked at the other pyromancers.

If she was so good why didn’t she sit in the tower and make sure she showed all of them how it was done? The arrogance of the sun knew no bounds. The older pyromancer sighed as he eyed out of the arches as the sight of the Queen Roc falling toward the city was apparent as another one of the hunters remained on its back as the voidflesh melted from the bone. Yeah, that was the way to protect everyone! Make sure more of Uhladein was destroyed! What a great plan! On days like this he wasn’t sure what was going to kill him first; the void, or some ill-gotten plan from a hunter.

He wiped his nose as the thought passed him by, looking up at the rain. It was still pounding, but the clouds above seemed to be stirring. The storm would not be for much longer.

[color=FF4D19]“Girl. Maybe, instead of barking at your lessers, you can pour some of your magic into the crystal. Storm’s about to break soon… and we will want the flame up as soon as possible. Unless you forgot that when you turned into... [i]you.[/i]”[/color]

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The ogre roared as the pink-haired Ldranti hunter was tossed aside, the void-corrupted creature’s voice booming through the crowd.

Black, corrupted blood painted the cracked, stone tiles it stood upon as it reverted its attention on the hunters and guardsmen before it. For the magically inclined, the air tasted wrong, like it did when void magic was present–like an arcane rot that permeated with such potentness it made even the smell of rotting flesh seem like that of daisies and tulips. A swirl of black and purple surrounded its arm-hole as more blood drooped from its fangs. It’s head began to jerk and jerk and jerk... until it suddenly and violently snapped in half. More guardsmen screamed in terror. Well, whoever was left and whoever had not run. As a few scrambled back in an attempt to create spacing, void flesh pooled over the limb, forming itself a new arm.

A void arm with four, sharp, dragonfang-like claws. The ogre laughed, but it had no mouth. 

Teeth-like spikes jotted out of the split skull. 

It charged forward, trying to grab the first thing it possibly could with its new claw. It did not pay any mind to its fellow void that was tumbling through the skies above.
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