Tolmet (ELF Invocation)

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-	You breathe, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the shweetnesh of your	+	You breathe, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the
-	divine favor! -] in Erisian.	+	shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.
-	A strangely constructed whip materializes, nearly leaping into your grasp.	+
-	You wield your winter whip in your right hand.	+	A strangely constructed whip materializes, nearly leaping into your grasp.
		+	You wield your winter whip in your right hand.
		+
		+	You lay the spiked steel great flail down before you.
		+	You boom, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the
		+	shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.
		+
		+	The spiked steel great flail disappears with a whisper of wind.
		+	The needles of pain running along your nerves intensify in overlapping waves as a measure of
		+	Tolmet's power merges with that already within you.

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"Mistress Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto this worthless, worm-like mortal the sweetness of your divine favor!"

[ Type  : ] goddess

[ Portfolio  : ] pain

[ Disposition  : ] vicious, but amiable if approached properly

[ Offerings Desired  : ] whips, scourges, implements of pain

[ Spirit Point Cost  : ] thirty to fifty

[ Requirements to Invoke : ] worships Tolmet or have a total of theology skill and torture skill of 45 or higher

[ General Information  : ] Tolmet has been known to provide special weaponry and accelerated reflexes, and, in combat, to bring her particular sphere of influence to bear against foes.

You breathe, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the 
shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.

A strangely constructed whip materializes, nearly leaping into your grasp.
You wield your winter whip in your right hand.

You lay the spiked steel great flail down before you.
You boom, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the
shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.

The spiked steel great flail disappears with a whisper of wind.
The needles of pain running along your nerves intensify in overlapping waves as a measure of 
Tolmet's power merges with that already within you.