You clap your hands and whisper (cause serious wounds)
You falter and fumble the spell. Amazingly it fires upon yourself.
You use your right paw for channeling harmful powers.
You fail to reach Azura.
Tarken strolled leisurely into the hall of wizards, congratulating himself on
achieving immortalhood. He hauntingly looked around the room and
spotted Zonni muttering to himself alone in a corner. A hint of a smirk
appeared on Tarken's face. He said, "Ah, my friend Zonni. It is GOOD to be
a wizard! Did you know that I have taken the liberty to join every single...
Still saem moo moo I tell you! Pew!
i will write a message also