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As the smoke cleared, Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere stared in shock at the figure that had appeared in response to her summons.
It seemed to be a man, in general shape. Quite tall, over six feet she was sure, it towered over everyone there in the heavy black armor that it wore. The breastplate was studded with odd decorations, some of them even seemed to light up - magic, she wondered? The most frightening aspect, though, was the helmet, skull-like mask covering the face beneath the black dome. Its breath was quite audible, laborious and harsh, through the triangular grill that covered the mouth.
Then it stepped forward, and as she tensed to leap back, it sank to one knee before her.
Its voice was deep, masculine, stentorian. Slightly accented - slightly Albionish, she thought, but as badly affected as the figure's breath.
"What is thy bidding, my master?"
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
As the smoke cleared, Louise Francoise le Blanc de la Valliere stared in shock at the figure that had appeared in response to her summons.
It seemed to be a man, in general shape. Quite tall, over six feet she was sure, it towered over everyone there in the heavy black armor that it wore. The breastplate was studded with odd decorations, some of them even seemed to light up - magic, she wondered? The most frightening aspect, though, was the helmet, skull-like mask covering the face beneath the black dome. Its breath was quite audible, laborious and harsh, through the triangular grill that covered the mouth.
Then it stepped forward, and as she tensed to leap back, it sank to one knee before her.
Its voice was deep, masculine, stentorian. Slightly accented - slightly Albionish, she thought, but as badly affected as the figure's breath.
"What is thy bidding, my master?"
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.