Slowly, panting heavily, the massive figure of Thygor manages to crawl on hands and knees. A guttural growl resounds from his half-opened maw, which shortly turns into a sharp, hissing laughter.<br/>The monstrous creatures laughs and laughs, but there's no happiness, no heart in his voice - only scorn and contempt, now and then interrupted as he violently coughs dark clots of blood.<br/><span style="color: #408040">"S<span style="font-style: italic">sssss</span>uch an heartwarming <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>scene. <span style="font-style: italic">Sssss</span>so .... touching,"</span>he growls,<span style="color: #408040"> "Ooooh, there <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>surely is<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span> nothing more precious<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span> than the blo<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>ssom of love and friend<span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>ship on the battlefield. Oh, I hope my agonizing groans aren't dis<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>tracting you from your new friends<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>."</span><br/>Coughing one last mouthful of blood, he takes his left hand to his chest, extending the clawed fingers while whispering something indiscernible ... Then, a crackling wave of dark sparks originates from his palm, quickly surrounding his whole figure in a veil of black flames. Despite their wicked and threatening appearence, these flames appear to actually reinvigorate the monster, that seems to quickly recover health and strenght as the dark energy penetrates under his scaly skin, a wicked light kindling in his eyes.<br/>The dark flame itself seems to dampen and then strenghten again several times, nourished by the flow of dark energy from the hand of the monster, to extinguish definitively after little less than half a minute.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">(I'm spending all my three daily uses of Touch of Corruption!)</span><br/>[/i]<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/262082">Healed By Ebil.</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">5</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/262083">Healed By Ebil Again</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/262084">Totally A Good Guy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">3</span><br/><span style="color: #408040">"And now, what do we have here? I tought we had caught some delicioussss prissssoners, and instead, we have new friendsss! How ...joyoussss!" </span>he hisses again, almost spitting the words, his hungry gaze lingering on the surrendered foes. Rising up and wielding his swords, he adds:<span style="color: #408040">"Well, I'm not going to <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>stay out here guarding <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>something I can't even eat. I <span style="font-style: italic">ssss</span>suppose I'll go in<span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>side and try to kill <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>something before it has time to <span style="font-style: italic">sss</span>surrender."</span><br/>He is practically dripping with hatred and ... well ... hideous malice, and he looks even more enraged and bewildered as he gazes upon the fairy so merrily entering the house.<br/>Without further hesitation, and not another word, he strides heavily towards the entrance, muttering something unpleasant in some reptilian language.<br/><br/>[HP 12/31]