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by riftstone » Tue Jun 02, 2015 5:14 am
Serech moves forward between the two rows of companions, his countenance at once both grave and ecstatic. Holding his wooden cross, in a deep clear voice he vociferates:
"By Vhy-Zyn, He of the Everlasting Gaze! and his servant Ben-I-Dryl, Lord of Dreams (and clear nasal passages) I command you abhorrent creatures to leave my presence and return from whence you came!"
| Cleric's turning of the undead |