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The spirits have spoken, they grow weary and tired of the constant grandstanding and drivel that spews forth out of the mouth of the one named Hobart. He constantly attacks the Shaman, and tonight the spirits had enough. Hobart asked for a display of the strength of the Onyx and I have given it to him. The darkness that resides within the stone shall seep forth and infect his dreams, his visions.. his very soul. Everything he does will come at a price, his sanity. For every time he closes his eyes, they will be there. For every time he attempts to sleep, they will be there. In every dark ally, in every unlit room, they will be there. The darkness ... has returned. Humma | |