Patholos, at the camp
Patholos smiled at Flogir, and laughed quietly to himself. They will not think you sane if you play tricks with them, he thought to himself. He laughed again. All of the sudden, Patholos felt a strange force he had not felt in a month. He turned to the bushes and laughed. There standing in the bushes was a vampire, with the Prophet's former mentor's strain of the disease.
"You!" he yelled at Ian, "What have you brought here? Where is the vampire that bit you? Quickly, speak, I have much need to find the vampire that bit you!" Patholos' skin showed strain and signs of being flustered. He drew his dagger and pulled the knife across his palm, the blade, with the blood of Patholos on it, began to glow green.
"Before you pass out, vampire, come over here and feed..., my blood is immune to your curse...."
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
Quid quid latine dictum sit, altum videtur
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