In the dim light of the blade, you can see that this man truly is one of the Midnight Lord's faithful... his body is covered in scars and crags of broken skin, and his eyes have been burned out just like those of the kobolds he commands. Definitely not the king of the harvest dance, this one...<br/><br/>And he "sees" you. Amazingly enough, he manages to avoid most of the tentacles... he even smiles! Though it's far from a pleasant, happy smile... and those broken teeth don't do much for his cuddly factor.<br/><br/>Amazingly enough, though, the man doesn't move... he simply raises an ebony staff from his side and points it at you.<br/><br/>"Yes... we love pain, to take and to give... Please, share some with me..."<br/><br/>The air in front of him crackles, and a bolt of pure darkness lances from the staff towards your chest, a spear of weaponized fear and anger that leaves you feeling cold and drained. It seems like the spell came out more potent than even he anticipated, though, judging by the way his mouth hangs open in pleasure, or the faint squeal of pain that rolls off of his lips... ((-20 HP ))