Final Enchantment
The dark, ominous voice is rich and raw with power. Halting, binding,
evil power that is awful and terrible and absolute. Almost
YOU ARE DIRECT LINEAGE FROM THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTRESS OF MAGICK.
YOUR POWER AND MINE, TOGETHER WOULD BE ABSOLUTE. FINAL. THE STRENGTH
AND POWER OF DESTRUCTION....
"You're sick! I would never join any of your twisted ways!"
you shout. You hear power in your voice, strong and mystic and
haunting.
You hear a shuddering gasp of pain from the voice's owner at the
heated power in your voice.
WELL THEN, CHILD. I AM RATHER DISAPPOINTED. MY SON/DAUGHTER WOULD HAVE
MADE AN EXCELLENT MATCH WITH YOU.
You feel sickened at the prospect of marrying Darrkan's son/daughter.
"Screw you!" You shout angrily "Marry your spawn? Don't
sicken me further."
Darrkan growls in fury. THEN YOU WILL DIE. NOW!!!!!!!!!!
SO, CHILD, It COMES TO THIS...YOU COULD HAVE JOINED US...WHY DIDN'T
YOU?
