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Name: Sal Drav'ir'va
Race: Tiefling
Sex: Female
Height: 5'10
Body Type: Thin
Skin Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Clothing: Silk Amber Robes
Should the pursuit of knowledge be worth the loss of ones mind? Sal Drav'ir'va faces this dilemma head on with a mystic entity in the back of her head speaking wonders and intensive words of power into her brain as she feels the strings of her mind dissipating away. Sal aggressively taps the desk below her with her fingernails as she hears whispers around her in the empty library. A book lies in-front of her showing the picture of an eldritch beast. Its tentacles flailing outwards as its face held ten separate eyes across. She searched her mind trying to remember the dream of its face, hoping to find a comparison to the one in the book.
She felt her skin crawl and move around as her eyes flickered over as a black ooze crept up. She went to let out a cry only to feel her throat tighten. She attempted to let out a cough only to feel a sensation of a forced object being pushed up and out. After a few more coughs her lips felt a rough texture as hair follicles began to fall from her mouth with each cough. A large strand of hair seeped from her lips as she wretched out this black oily hair inside her. Only a second later to be panting, letting air into her lungs with each breath. Her eyes flipping around to spot the hair and the ooze, nothing.
Race: Tiefling
Sex: Female
Height: 5'10
Body Type: Thin
Skin Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Clothing: Silk Amber Robes
Should the pursuit of knowledge be worth the loss of ones mind? Sal Drav'ir'va faces this dilemma head on with a mystic entity in the back of her head speaking wonders and intensive words of power into her brain as she feels the strings of her mind dissipating away. Sal aggressively taps the desk below her with her fingernails as she hears whispers around her in the empty library. A book lies in-front of her showing the picture of an eldritch beast. Its tentacles flailing outwards as its face held ten separate eyes across. She searched her mind trying to remember the dream of its face, hoping to find a comparison to the one in the book.
She felt her skin crawl and move around as her eyes flickered over as a black ooze crept up. She went to let out a cry only to feel her throat tighten. She attempted to let out a cough only to feel a sensation of a forced object being pushed up and out. After a few more coughs her lips felt a rough texture as hair follicles began to fall from her mouth with each cough. A large strand of hair seeped from her lips as she wretched out this black oily hair inside her. Only a second later to be panting, letting air into her lungs with each breath. Her eyes flipping around to spot the hair and the ooze, nothing.
