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You feel your necromantic arts empowering the creature! |
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Before you stands a Human-sized glass construct, formed of naught but your blood, your will, and glass. Imbued with only one emotion, the glass construct gazes about, assessing where best to start the carnage. |
Before you stands a Human-sized [[Glass construct|glass construct]], formed of naught but your blood, your will, and glass. Imbued with only one emotion, the glass construct gazes about, assessing where best to start the carnage. |
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| glass decahedron | |
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| Look: | Unknown |
| Core Noun: | Unknown |
| Weight: | Unknown |
| Metal: | Unknown |
| Appraised Cost: | Unknown |
| Properties: | |
| Dimensions: | ? length x ? width x ? height |
| Sources: | Source is Droughtman's Challenge 444/Incidental loot, Droughtman's Challenge 441/Incidental loot, Droughtman's Challenge 437/Incidental loot, Droughtman's Challenge 433/Incidental loot |
BREAK: You crush your glass decahedron in your hand like a frail egg shell, driving the shards deeply into the flesh of your hand. Nothing unusual happens at first as driblets of blood seep between your fingers to softly patter below.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The jagged shards warm suddenly as they soak in your blood moments before an indescribable quantity of pain crashes through you, sending you reeling. The blood is torn from your veins, flowing into a quickly growing creature before you.
Finally the feeding stops, leaving you greatly weakened, but alive. You feel your necromantic arts empowering the creature!
Before you stands a Human-sized glass construct, formed of naught but your blood, your will, and glass. Imbued with only one emotion, the glass construct gazes about, assessing where best to start the carnage.