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Like most beings that actually seek power beyond the limits of their
kind, Roquen was a fool. When he first tried and succeeded to tie a spirit
to a physical body he was elated. When the creature failed to return

quickly

from its test mission he was annoyed. When he found himself unable to
successfully bring down other spirits without completely destroying some
aspect of their {mindsm : minds} he was frustrated, but dealt with it.

When he checked

back on that {abberation : aberration} and found that it had been slowly

reforming its body,

he was confused. When he finally recognized that the thing was becoming a
spectral version of the late queen of Sailoon, he laughed. When her

daughter

showed up opposed against him, he was amused by the irony. The cardinal

rule

of magic and power in general never {occured : occurred} to him. Surprises

are never good

news.

"You know {its : it's} true," the specter accused, walking toward the now

kneeling

chimera. "You know {its : it's}...." she wouldn't let herself say that

this was

justice, she wouldn't do it. "Why don't you defend yourself?"

"I'm fine Jolrael-san," she answered calmly. "I had an encounter with a
ghost and had to cast a {megido flare : Megido Flare} around me. I do feel

kind of cold

though." She didn't want to say that she had recognized the ghost yet.
    "It's making me kind of tired, with the {megido flare : Megido Flare}

I

think I might do like Xina-san always does and go to sleep."

"Okay, and by the time the {megido flare : Megido Flare} {where's : wears}

off I'll have thought

about it too long to freak out." Jolrael didn't know what "it" was, but

that

statement certainly sounded {optomistic : optimistic}. He was only mildly

apprehensive

about it, however, as she slept peacefully upon lying back on her bedroll.

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    Zangulus smiled as the {hoard : horde} of sorcerers landed.  Of
course they'd have to land, and that was {too : to} his benefit.  The
only problem he could for see was the possibility that his
quarry would be riding the dragon instead of on the ground with
the other men and women.  An amorphous shadow touched down and
the fox girl walked out, carrying the staff, and his worries
were forgotten.  The hunter dropped from his most recent perch
and approached the developing battle.

    "One more time, girl?"  Xina growled and got ready to
attack, when another scent and a flash of movement and light
alerted her to another pair of newcomers.  These were a happy
addition though.  Raising a force shield slowed down the bounty
hunter enough that she could confirm her {suscpision : suspicion}.  Xalan

was

setting Tinuviel down within the "safe" places behind the front
lines.

    "NOW!!  Interview her later!"  Tinuviel blinked and then
shrugged in exasperation going off to find the chimera or Jol.
"Shall we try this again!"

I'm sure it was tempting to Xina to let Tinuviel interview Sherra.  Sherra
might not survive.

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    "He was changing," Xina corrected.  "I know you felt it
too, that little tingle whenever {mom : Mom} changes shape."

    "What's he like?  Well...." and {Sherra : Tinuviel} launched into a
string of unintelligible psychobabble.  With Sherra writing
furiously.

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He could smell them, running to and fro, he could virtually taste the
life in {there : their} bodies. Some part of him that despised what he had

become

flared in envy that they should be possessed of life and breath, while he

was

not. Consciously he was only incensed that they should think to challenge
him. He had defeated death itself what could they think to do that would
stop him. He would destroy them all, except for one. He didn't

particularly

care which one, just so that it was a fresh body that he could acclimate

to

his power. This dwarf skeleton wasn't going to last him much longer.

"This is the perfect way to test my new power, assuming that this lump of
bones survives that long." He mentally commanded his column of skeletons

to

stop as he sensed the approach of his primary targets. The young slayers
rushed past the {cooridor : corridor} he lurked in with just the barest

glance.

    At his command the dwarf skeletons shambled into the
{cooridor : corridor} to follow, after all, the golems wouldn't even see

his

minions.  They were interested in the living, not the undead.
It was one of the few things that dwarven creators had
neglected.  As the first rank of skeletons began shambling
along, Roquen discovered something that he had overlooked.

"What are...hey!" Val protested as Xina grabbed him and Tinuviel and
{dived : dove} into a shadow. On the {otherside : other side} of the

{cooridor : corridor} Xalan, Jol and

Amethyst followed suite. Outside the small dimensional pockets the golems
stopped as their prey apparently vanished from the world. Xina and Xalan,
the only ones capable of seeing in the pure darkness of the shadow meld,
watched as the golems stopped stood still and then tramped off in various
directions back to where they had stood when the slayers' passage had
awakened them.

~Oh I don't know, move to the astral plane perhaps.~ Sherra paused long
enough for a golem to strike and send her flying through a wall into

another

room. She {lefted : lifted} the sword up and glared at the {run : rune}

emblazoned weapon.

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    A skeleton brought an ancient axe {the bare : to bear} against

Amethyst

and shattered the weapon on her skin for the trouble.  Yet
where the ancient and rusted axe head had shattered, her skin
felt like it had been steeped in cold deeper than the worst
winter she could remember.
    She winced backwards as the creature tried to lunge for her
again.  Three blades of light neatly bisected it before it
could make another attack.  Val stepped forward, reared back
and released a searing breath of flame out at the undead foes,
completely {incinirating : incinerating} the first three ranks.  Then

Amethyst

and Xina followed up with attacks of their own.  Five skeletons
survived, and four of them shambled forward to be destroyed by
Jol and Xalan's attacks.

    There was barely the sound of a passing breeze to warn the
lich of Xalan's rush from behind, but he could feel the rush of
life.  The remains of the skeletal body turned as a {megido
flare : Megido Flare} rose up around it.  It barely noticed the white

magic

spell, and instead reared back to release another cloud of
death at the kage-kitsune warrior.

    "Her again!"  Xina shouted irritably as Sherra stared
wearily out at where the skeleton had stood.  Sherra was
sweating, she was actually sweating, and what seemed to be a
fever was sweeping over her body.  She blinked in confusion at
the sensations rippling over her from accepting the stuff of
death into her immortal form.  She shook her head clear and
{rose up : raised : lifted} her sword into a ready position.

    "Oh, I get it now," Xina said and rushed around to support
Tinuviel from the {otherside : other side}.  Remembering how the moon

magic

had slowly eaten through Luna's paralysis she reached out
through the staff with a silvery radiance.  The staff, Jol's
telepathic prodding's and Roquen's possession attempt all
interacted in the most bizarre manner possible.

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