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Wednesday, 11 February, 2004 by Dion Nicolaas
                    
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The hezrou"Hezrou" is the common name for the type II demon. It is
among the weaker of demons, but still quite formidable.

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hits! The lichBut on its heels ere the sunset faded, there came a second
apparition, striding with incredible strides and halting when
it loomed almost upon me in the red twilight-the monstrous mummy
of some ancient king still crowned with untarnished gold but
turning to my gaze a visage that more than time or the worm had
wasted. Broken swathings flapped about the skeleton legs, and
above the crown that was set with sapphires and orange rubies, a
black something swayed and nodded horribly; but, for an instant,
I did not dream what it was. Then, in its middle, two oblique
and scarlet eyes opened and glowed like hellish coals, and two
ophidian fangs glittered in an ape-like mouth. A squat, furless,
shapeless head on a neck of disproportionate extent leaned
unspeakably down and whispered in the mummy's ear. Then, with
one stride, the titanic lich took half the distance between us,
and from out the folds of the tattered sere-cloth a gaunt arm
arose, and fleshless, taloned fingers laden with glowering gems,
reached out and fumbled for my throat . . .
        [ The Abominations of Yondo, Clark Ashton Smith, 1926 ]

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hits!
@ "O CromWarily Conan scanned his surroundings, all of his senses alert
for signs of possible danger. Off in the distance, he could
see the familiar shapes of the Camp of the Duali tribe.
Suddenly, the hairs on his neck stand on end as he detects the
aura of evil magic in the air. Without thought, he readies
his weapon, and mutters under his breath:
"By Crom, there will be blood spilt today."

[ Conan the Avenger by Robert E. Howard, Bjorn Nyberg, and
L. Sprague de Camp ]

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, hear my prayer, mumble mumble..."
                    
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"Hark, mortal! To enter the castle, thou must play the right tune!"
                    
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You hear a divine music... It sounds like the Marche Funèbre.
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   /  REST IN   \   
  /    PEACE     \  
 /                \ 
 |     Dudley     | 
 |    killed by   | 
 |     Chopin     | 
 |    *  *  *     | 
 /\\_/(\/(/\)\//\/| 
Inspired by James H.


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