Shynthriir had no idea how much longer he would be able to go with the mental torment that was dringing his crazy. You are nothing but a drow, a cold blooded killer. You know that you are missing something in your life, I am that something. You thirst for the taste of blood on the edge of your sword! Don't deny the truth you blood hungry drow!

Shynthriir was trying to fight off the mental intruder, but it seemed stronger than he, I will not kill for joy, I am a drow, but I am Shynthriir. Get out of my head you beast, I am my own guide! I choose the path I want to take.

Shynthriir placed his hands on his head and the voice continued Look at them! Those people, they killed your parents, they crushed your dreams, they desirve to die!

The mention of his parents made Shynthriir choke, he was loosing this battle and all he could reply to the voice in his head was NO!!. It was the same thing that was heard by all as he shouted it out loud before falling to the ground, NO!!. He then lay still, with the occational twitch of his body from the mental anguish.

Zin, once again on the prowl for...trouble...passed the healing hall. She had seen it several times, and had wondered several more times if she should go there, to see if she could be rid of the demon that had made her mind it's home.

She shook her head again, and turned, almost laughing at herself, when she heard a yell from within. She froze, then burst into motion, running in quickly, deciding that there was something bad happening.

She spotted the twitching form, and scanned the area for an attacker. She scowled, spotting none, and kneeled down by Shynthriir, carefully shaking his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay? Hello? Answer me if you can."

Shynthriir saw the woman rush to her, but had not the energy to call out to her, the pain, oh the pain.

Look at her, she sure is an easy target. Might as weel start easy, work your way to the power you know you desirve. Go ahead, pull out your magics, use your blade. Dont' resist the urges. Shynthriir struggled to fight it, No, she has done nothing, nothign to desirve such a fait. I will not do it. With a sudden surge of physical strength, he reacged a hand and placed it on the woman's shoulder, pulling himself up slightly. His voice was but a slight whisper, with no power behind it, help me. He only hoped that she heard him.

Zin's ears twitched slightly, and she was rather happy that the newest addition to her features happened to be hidden, you never knew what a shock could do to someone-especially in the healing hall. But she could tell there was something wrong-something stranger than normal, seeing as there wasn't a visible wound, but....something she could sense, something vaguely familiar... "What's wrong? I can't help if I don't know what's wrong..." She paused, rather worried.

She wasn't normally required to help people, other than keeping the bandits and thieves out of town-or in the grave-but she wanted to at least try to help.

Shynthriir continued to loose the willpower to fight back the force, he only hoped that someone would find him and help him to rid the voice inside of his head. Though he didn't know that he was doing it, and it was a very good thing that he was, Shynthriir's move was quietly muttering, get out of my head.

Zin's eyes went wide, and she cursed. Loudly. "Not another one...." She paused, then hissed the words to the only healig spell she knew. "Might want you awake for this....."

She hoped she could at least help to get him in control of the creature.

I will not kill them, you can't make me. Don't even try, Shynthriir replied to the curse. He seemed to clowly be regaining ground on the force, but it was still a bttle far from over. It is in your blood, you have the dire need to take the lives of everyone. They all hate you of course, you're a drow, they fear for their lives at the sight of you. They ignore you, why should you let them live? They would kill you if they knew they could defeat you. Go on, kill them. But I have friends, friends that are loyal and true to me. You don't know you, you are not me. Shynthriir was gaining ground, his breathing patterns were becoming that of normal and his body was not twiching like it used to. He lay still on the ground, motionless but for the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Zin paused, then shook him slightly. "Wake uuuup....." She sat back, annoyed. "At least he's breathing normally..." She looked at him, scowled again. "Damn..."

She leaned back slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose. The hood of her cloak fell down, and the curling antennae atop her head twitched in the open air. "This...is not good..."