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by oblivion » Fri May 13, 2011 12:25 am
You read the note relayed from the Regent: "No clemency."
A household leronis prepares for the unpleasant task by setting up a telepathic damper in the room. Looking around the room it is easy to see which of your companions are Comyn simply by the looks of confused irritability on their faces. A look you know you share. The damper makes thinking a molasses-like effort, and the sudden loss of psychic awareness of everyone else is like a telepathic head cold. The headblind among you look frightened - they feel nothing, but they know powers are at work.
You approach Animavore, your hand shielded by your riding glove you fetched for this grim purpose. You grasp the covered starstone at Ani's neck and yank it quickly. Even through the insulation of the silk-lined pouch and glove your hand tingles violently at the mismatch of magnetic energies between your mind and those of Ani's stone.
Ani twitches and screams as you empty the pouch and drop the starstone to the floor. You bring your boot heel sharply down, shattering the stone into dust, as Ani falls to the floor in a violent siezure. Your foot is numb, and so is your heart. There was no illusion to break.
Ani lies on the floor, lips bitten bloody, but still somehow peaceful in death.
Animavore was Dorian Ardais-Lanart, eldest daughter of Lord Alton, and vanilla town.
Night actions are due 4 hours from the time of the Twilight Post.
