Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160716063341

The mage, aside from having been beaten practically beyond recognition, doesn't respond, likely because he can't. But Praetor does notice something as he kneels down. He gets a close look at the mage's spellbook. It's not what it's supposed to be. It's vile. He gets the feeling that even picking it up and looking inside would not be a good idea. He can tell just from his proximity to it that it's filled with magic that should not be...magic that should be different because of the current Demon Lord. But it's somehow...wrong, as if it taps into an entirely different set of rules. Not so much corrupted as much as not even belonging to the world as it is known.

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The lizardman shuffles uneasily. She looks down, her hand on the back of her head. "I...I can't help but think this is kinda my fault," she says. "I stopped you on th' road.  If I didn't you woulda maybe seen what was happenin' sooner.  Maybe." Her voice begins to waver ever so slightly. She is strong and swarthy, but she seems morally shaken. "I only w-wanted t' fight that har...that Golem.  I just wanted t' get square.  I didn't wanna see her get hurt or nothin'.  I wish I could take it back.  I didn't know she was your niece.  Honest truth, I didnt." She doesn't look up, but her voice gets shakier as she speaks.