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Eyes, black as pitch, cold, calculating even in death watch from the darkness......

"Yes, I am Jarred, Jarred de la Shadou". His voice, like His eyes, dark and emotionless, yet able
to hold one spellbound, transfixed, commanding attention.....

"I am the Darkshadow Patriarch". His foreboding laughter from within the shadows sending
a chill up the spine to all that dare to listen. "Darkshadows"....the word rolling off His tongue
with distaste...."My children, all of them"....He shakes His cloaked head as He growls....
"Fools that they are, dared to take My physical life. Things, however"....the tone of
His voice as cold as that of the northern glacier...."did not work out quite as they'd planned.
Now, through death, I am stronger then ever. I will extract My revenge on each and every
one of them. Trininty, the bastard female spawn of My eldest Son, Jarred, and My beloved
Taraliece was only the first.....

As she slept, a lone whisper, a suggestion embeded in the deepest cavity of her weak mind,
compeling her to follow the Magician, a fatal mistake on her part"....His slight chuckle
rolling like thunder through a storm stained sky....."worked perfectly. her demise quick,
yet painful enough to break My heart".....the Worlock's words dripping with venomous sarcasm....
"and she was just the beginning".....the High Priest continues....."You will find no history
lesson here, let it suffice that only I and My Brother Arturo are the last of the Elder Shadou's.
Our Parents died of "natural causes".....He bellows with a deafening laugh.....