As Tamara looks more closely at the half-elf's eyes, she sees something markedly strange... instead of irises, the  half-elf's eyes are filled with some sort of glowing rune, a reversed triangle within a circle. It certainly wasn't there before... and from what the fighter can tell, he's not really even aware of her any more.<br/><br/>"I... we have to get away! We should have made the offering, should have given her That which She Desires..."<br/><br/>The man begins to flail ineffectually against the fighter woman's arms- of course, to no avail. Perhaps even stranger, though, his clothes begin to change... from the ornate robes of the Chelaxian Mage's college, to the delicate silks and finely crafted coats of old Taldor.<br/><br/>And behind Tamara, the ground begins to crack and break, sending streams of red light pulsing up and into the air.<br/><br/>"Um, Tam..." Lukas cries out, hurriedly drawing his starknives. "You didn't let your little friend start casting summon spells, did you?!"<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">For this post, think of the little design in the top of this card: http://www.rajunasrefuge.com/deck/world_3.jpg (http://www.rajunasrefuge.com/deck/world_3.jpg)</div></div>