l rakmar
Standing tall and firm, this former drow mage grimaces with the power of a thousand years; an eternity lost as his very soul was ripped from him. Awesome magic literally crawls over his body as he moves about, leaving an aurora filled with sparks igniting in the humid air. The moisture in the room seems drawn to him by not his will, but by his seeming mass of encompassing evil.

He is in excellent condition.
Wielding : a Scepter of Life.

Rakmar says: At the end of this maze, is power.
Rakmar says: If you hurry along without thought, it may be yours...
Rakmar says: for a price.
Rakmar cackles with glee.
Rakmar says: Sal-Karr himself could not defeat it...
Rakmar says: Yet you stand here... as if you are strong.
Rakmar laughs greatly.
Rakmar pauses for a moment.
Rakmar grins evilly.
Rakmar says: I'll be laughing as your corpse is consumed with maggots.
Rakmar steps into the darkness and vanishes!