https://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?action=history&feed=atom&title=430%2FBoth_of_the_Opened_Ways430/Both of the Opened Ways - Revision history2026-06-27T02:50:39ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.26.2https://multiversemush.com/mw/index.php?title=430/Both_of_the_Opened_Ways&diff=4794&oldid=prevTeeG at 22:40, 17 August 20142014-08-17T22:40:12Z<p></p>
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<tr><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''{{#var:70|Priscilla (70)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh yes, just about the whole town is with us. The Fair Lady could not ask for more devoted servants!" Eingyi crows in response to Staren, pleased by his proper reverence for the half-witch in front of him, and even moreso with his resolution to help. He practically squeals as Sakura steps up to try, because after a few moments of nothing, the sickly girl takes in a deep shuddering breath, and the spider beneath her begins to wiggle its legs, propping them upright just enough to shuffle itself towards the bonfire. Even if it's only for a little while, her voice sounds several shades less hoarse, though she still speaks barely above a whisper. "Oh . . . it really did not hurt overmuch dear sister, but . . . thank you. Whoever you have brought has a wonderful heart. I can feel the pain leaving . . ."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Quelaag herself can be heard returning by the heavy thump of spear-like spider's feet over stone as she just barely manages to squeeze into the tunnel. In her arms is a body alright, dressed in flowing black robes trimmed with gold. From beneath the hood, one can just barely glimpse a face; gaunt and hollow with the rigor of death, but toned in the same paleness of the twins. She stops only to stay by her sister, whispering something too quiet and tender to be heard as she squeezes her hand. Finally, she lays the body down by the bonfire. "It would not do to see my sister made to inhabit the body of a human after so long. She will take on the form of one of our sisters, who was so brave as to give her life to seal the city of Izalith. I am sure she . . . I am sure she would want her to suffer no longer. This is the best we can do to honour her."<br> <br></div></td><td class='diff-marker'> </td><td style="background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>:'''{{#var:70|Priscilla (70)}} has posed:'''<br><span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Oh yes, just about the whole town is with us. The Fair Lady could not ask for more devoted servants!" Eingyi crows in response to Staren, pleased by his proper reverence for the half-witch in front of him, and even moreso with his resolution to help. He practically squeals as Sakura steps up to try, because after a few moments of nothing, the sickly girl takes in a deep shuddering breath, and the spider beneath her begins to wiggle its legs, propping them upright just enough to shuffle itself towards the bonfire. Even if it's only for a little while, her voice sounds several shades less hoarse, though she still speaks barely above a whisper. "Oh . . . it really did not hurt overmuch dear sister, but . . . thank you. Whoever you have brought has a wonderful heart. I can feel the pain leaving . . ."<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Quelaag herself can be heard returning by the heavy thump of spear-like spider's feet over stone as she just barely manages to squeeze into the tunnel. In her arms is a body alright, dressed in flowing black robes trimmed with gold. From beneath the hood, one can just barely glimpse a face; gaunt and hollow with the rigor of death, but toned in the same paleness of the twins. She stops only to stay by her sister, whispering something too quiet and tender to be heard as she squeezes her hand. Finally, she lays the body down by the bonfire. "It would not do to see my sister made to inhabit the body of a human after so long. She will take on the form of one of our sisters, who was so brave as to give her life to seal the city of Izalith. I am sure she . . . I am sure she would want her to suffer no longer. This is the best we can do to honour her."<br> <br></div></td></tr>
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