[ Always, humans have sought to subjugate them. To manipulate them, to use them as chattel. Things. Even now, for Imshael to use Lasulahn's people as pawns...
The elf's jaw tightens, and he lifts his staff in front of him in defiance.
Imshael sighs, throwing up his hand in a dramatic display of exasperation.
"As you wish."
There is an unearthly screech, and Imshael's human form is gone, replaced with a ghastly visage with sharp appendages like that of a spider's legs. A fear demon. But Imshael is not the only foe they face. Red Templar horrors surge forth, and fearlings. Glaring at the grotesque form, Lasulahn slams the tip of his staff to the stone floor, supplying magic shield to each of his companions as they rush forward to meet their enemies .]
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The elf's jaw tightens, and he lifts his staff in front of him in defiance.
Imshael sighs, throwing up his hand in a dramatic display of exasperation.
"As you wish."
There is an unearthly screech, and Imshael's human form is gone, replaced with a ghastly visage with sharp appendages like that of a spider's legs. A fear demon. But Imshael is not the only foe they face. Red Templar horrors surge forth, and fearlings. Glaring at the grotesque form, Lasulahn slams the tip of his staff to the stone floor, supplying magic shield to each of his companions as they rush forward to meet their enemies .]