*though she struggles to keep her bearing regal, as befits a priestess of Lolth, the presence of daylight hurts her eyes, and she is squinting and shielding her face* *she's on the short side, as is usual for her kind, with white hair and ebony skin* What madness is this -- where have I found myself? I was dead, or perhaps I dreamed I was, but it
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...Oh, please tell me it felt worse than that.
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*-- reaches for her whipthing instinctively but TOO BAD, IT DOESN'T EXIST* Lolth has restored you?
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