Legend
Just as you're about to summon this demon, you suddenly realize that you're still carrying the lock of hair from your dead wife Brenda. You don't know why you're still carrying around such a pointless symbol of a life long abandoned
But still, you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't miss her completely; she was so good
You begin to get angry with yourself for allowing yourself to entertain such sentimental weakness! It sickens you. You get on with the business of summoning this demon.
When it appears, you're staring at Brenda again. You just stare in shock for awhile.
"What's wrong master? Does this form not please you?"
This isn't Brenda, you know that. Brenda is dead and rotting and being eaten by worms, but for tonight, you're allowing yourself the illusion that it is her.
It's strange, but during your time with "Brenda" you feel quite different than you have been since you dedicated your life to the Dark One. You decide you better keep such strange thoughts suppressed lest you draw the wrath of the Dark One.
You may restore all your stats back to their Initial level.
But still, you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't miss her completely; she was so good
You begin to get angry with yourself for allowing yourself to entertain such sentimental weakness! It sickens you. You get on with the business of summoning this demon.
When it appears, you're staring at Brenda again. You just stare in shock for awhile.
"What's wrong master? Does this form not please you?"
This isn't Brenda, you know that. Brenda is dead and rotting and being eaten by worms, but for tonight, you're allowing yourself the illusion that it is her.
It's strange, but during your time with "Brenda" you feel quite different than you have been since you dedicated your life to the Dark One. You decide you better keep such strange thoughts suppressed lest you draw the wrath of the Dark One.
You may restore all your stats back to their Initial level.