Tolmet (ELF Invocation)

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	You breathe, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the		You breathe, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the
	shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.		shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.
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	A strangely constructed whip materializes, nearly leaping into your grasp.		A strangely constructed whip materializes, nearly leaping into your grasp.
	You wield your winter whip in your right hand.		You wield your winter whip in your right hand.
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	You boom, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the		You boom, [- Mishtresh Tolmet, Lady of Pain, grant unto thish worthlesh, worm-like mortal the
	shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.		shweetnesh of your divine favor! -] in Erisian.
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	The spiked steel great flail disappears with a whisper of wind.		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		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.		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.