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Moon Puff
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Priest draws near to the flaming wreckage that was once a building full of people. The screams have long since died. He raises a hand to the building, holding open the bag with the other. After a moment, he begins emitting a whispering, chanting sound, more haunting than any I'd heard before. As his chant draws on, a greenish white energy, the same as in his bag, rises from the ashes and clouds together in a large mass of light. Slowly, a tendril of the energy extends itself out to his hand, pooling slightly before being drawn into his bag.
I am no expert, but I believe Priest is somehow harvesting the magic souls of his victims here. If this is true, we have just made a very powerful ally. Or a very risky mistake.
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