<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/73EWzRN.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">The fortune teller, little more than a peasant watched as the magical energy formed. The fear that had gripped her caused her to drop the dagger and she turned to run from the incoming attack. Her skirt billowed behind her as she darted for the thin alley that hid behind her little booth - only her motions were not fast enough to evade the incoming bolts of malicious energy. The first bolt of eldritch power curved and slammed into the side of her head knocking her against one of the walls just as she entered the alley; the second slammed into her back and burned through her clothing, vanishing beneath her skin. The purple shimmer of power climbed her milky flesh until the blast was discharged from within her - doing as he had been instructed - by means of bursting from her eye sockets and melting her orbs from her skull.<br/><br/>The woman fell to the ground, lifelessly.<br/><br/>The guardsmen pushed past the remaining people in his way, sword now drawn and eyes flickering between the new corpse and the man who had murdered her. "You there!" He barked, "Stand down, what is the meaning of this?" He said, advancing - aggressively - on Lucan's position.<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>