I: The Emolian Empire Tapa blanda - 2015

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"Come, come and find your deaths in your attempt upon me. Pray to your creator as I pull the life from your bodies and devour your existence. There is no avoiding my wrath neither now nor in the days ahead. Even if you succeed in putting me behind this door, I will one day be freed and come to slaughter the rest of you. Let it begin!" -The Great Beast of Xahmore Blenadrene's eyes began to glow green, and he breathed in very slowly through his mouth. Praylonese screamed out in pain. Blenadrene was sucking the very energy from him. Before Blenadrene could siphon enough energy to fight his way to freedom, the deep voice boomed throughout the temple again, speaking an ancient demonic tongue. Brown cloth strips then came from the ground and wrapped Blenadrene's wrists and snatch them from the red wizard's face. More strips ensnared his feet holding him in place. He struggled to free himself but could not. Then numerous cloth strips came from the hole he had left and snatched him down to the ground and mummified him up to his neck. The strips then snatched him from his feet to his back slamming him harshly to the floor. "Now, pull it from his head and bring it to me!" said the voice in the darkness. -Blenadrene's confinement