Naerzghul's player asked I post this for him, so here ya go!

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Someone nods at you in agreement.

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>One of the Ccul'gra. I have not seen one in millenia.</u>'</font>

You are using:
a pitch-black ring
a pitch-black ring
(Glowing) the amulet of Ravenkind
a sandy-brown desert cloak
flawless pectoral plates of red hematite
an iron crown
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midnight dragon leggings
a pair of knee-high boots of red hematite
red-gold dragon gauntlets
midnight dragon armguards
black robes slashed with bone-white
(Glowing) a thin black belt etched with crimson runes
(Glowing) a topaz encrusted bracelet
(Glowing) a topaz encrusted bracelet
(Glowing) (Humming) the ivory-hilted wakizashi
a serpent-scale shield

<font color="pink">You sense the need to renew your call for safe haven from harm.</font>

<font color="pink">People near you:</font>
<font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Naerzghul Above the Chasm

[23 Human Sha] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Micceal the Order of the Black Robe
*23 H-Drw Sha* <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Naerzghul the Keeper of the Gates of Silence, Servant of Amun'Khur
[20 Fire War] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Forcheo the Warrior
[26 H-Drw Con] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Tekitican the Breaker of Bindings
[28 Human Shf] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Khirzen the Student of Form
[21 Human Inv] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Kikblakken the Student of Evocation
[18 H-Elf Bar] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Abair the Melody Maker
[19 D-Elf Nec] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Saerasi the Grand Sorceress
[25 Human Bar] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Zicky the Composer
[18 Elf Inv] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Seliaest the Sorceress
[20 D-Elf Asn] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Auvryund the Kasokutei
[20 Storm War] <font color="yellow"><b>(PK)</b></font> Mikael the Warrior

Players found: 12

<font color="pink">You close your eyes and hum for an instant.</font>

<font color="pink">You reach out to the divine to shield you from harm.</font>

<font color="blue">Someone says 'You are not the first to suggest a link between the Prophecy of the </font>
eternal night and that of the Black Sun'

<font color="blue">Someone says '<u>The question I find myself asking is why now and why you?</u>'</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>Nazmorghul...</u>'</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>Nazmorghul is not any of Our concern now.</u>'</font>

Naerzghul glares dauntingly through the shroud with eyeless sockets.

Someone peers at you intently.

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>The swelling darkness shrouds the Void.</u>'</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>The Elder God, Amun'Khur stirs in His slumber.</u>'</font>

<font color="blue">Someone says '<u>A moment..</u>'</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp 'I have emerged from the World of Dreams... </font>
From where that traitor led us into Oblivion.'

Someone peers at you intently.

Naerzghul shudders violently as the mist shrouding his body constricts tightly.

Above the Chasm
Torn from the ashen rock of the chasm's northern wall, the blasted gray
stone is accentuated by the unnatural darkness of this place. <b>Your light</b>
source dims a bit, oppressed by some unspoken and damned force which
smothers its now-feeble glow. A jagged crack in the earth yawns below, a
broken path spiraling along the edges of its maw, foreboding and dark.
Only the whispering of some dread breeze breaks the silence of the abyss
below, as it stealthily creeps forth to swirl about in a chilling dance.

[Exits: south down]
A Nightwalker defends this place without question.

<font color="blue">Someone says '<u>You claim to be a conduit for the sleeping Behemoth?</u>'</font>

Someone chuckles politely.

Llorenz pops back into existence.

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp 'More then a mere conduit. He has taken Me as His</font>
host within the Waking World.'

Above the Chasm
Torn from the ashen rock of the chasm's northern wall, the blasted gray
stone is accentuated by the unnatural darkness of this place. <b>Your light</b>
source dims a bit, oppressed by some unspoken and damned force which
smothers its now-feeble glow. A jagged crack in the earth yawns below, a
broken path spiraling along the edges of its maw, foreboding and dark.
Only the whispering of some dread breeze breaks the silence of the abyss
below, as it stealthily creeps forth to swirl about in a chilling dance.

[Exits: south down]
(Translucent) Llorenz is here.
A Nightwalker defends this place without question.

<font color="blue">Llorenz says 'This will be an interesting time indeed, I have heard of few that </font>
were brave or perhaps foolish enough to channel the slumbering god.'

Llorenz utters the words, '<u>eja euwunsoguai</u>'.
<font color="pink">You blink and Llorenz is gone.</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>I have felt His embrace...</u>'</font>

<font color="blue">Someone says 'Their stories did not have pleasant endings, perhaps you will surp</font>
rise us all.'

Someone utters the words, '<u>qaihfar hgruigrjqunsoqz</u>'.
Someone flickers between translucence, normality, and nothingness briefly.

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>I do not desire pleasantries. Only to complete His conquest.</u>'</font>

<font color="blue">Someone says '<u>Tell me how will her vision serve the goals of the chasm?</u>'</font>

Someone shrugs indifferently.

<font color="blue">Someone says '<u>Her, his, I doubt it matters.</u>'</font>

<font color="pink">You feel solid again.</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>The Elder God, Amun'Khur... Is the Chasm.</u>'</font>

<font color="pink">You sense the need to renew your call for safe haven from harm.</font>

<font color="blue">Someone says '<u>And what does that make you Naerzghul?</u>'</font>

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp 'It is by His grace that the Shadow Plane is able to contact</font>
this material realm.'

<font color="cyan">You say in a chilling rasp '<u>I am but His servant.</u>'</font>

Throwing back its head, someone cackles with insane glee!

<b>Your reputation grows as you prove yourself to others.</b>
(You receive 1000 experience points.)
<font color="pink">You have been inducted into the Scions of Eternal Night.</font>
(Recall your memories of INDUCTION for what this entails.)

Naerzghul grinds sharp, acidic teeth and hisses angrily.


<font color="lime">[SCION] someone: Fail him and I will personally escort you through the silent gates.</font>

<font color="pink">Someone waves a hand at you as if to dismiss you.</font>

[SCION] Naerzghul: It will be by My doing that the Gates of Silence fall. And Amun'Khur awakens.
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