*Taarnt laughs, and throws his arms out, dispelling the field*
Taarnt: You still don't get it! I have the black blood of Orthos, bearer of Lokpihet! I am more than Darkstar! I am an Archmage and Demi-God! No living being can harm me!
*Taarnt is thrown sideways by a bolt of golden light. A skeletal being stands before Itrok's grave, filled with golden light in the ribcage and blue fire behind the eyes. It is a baelnorn, an elven lich, an one of the noble undead. *
How about a dead being?
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