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Emma of Bainbridge rolled 1 100-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:37 pm
Emma still held Scribbler in the shadows, the pain in her ankle throbbing. She managed to throw the dagger she had pulled from the bull back at the creature-
((Editing.))
-and missed. Emma tried to stand and failed, her leg no longer usable.
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:38 pm
Nyrk forced himself to ignore the pain. The initial shock of his injuries was beginning to wane anyhow. The persistent pig stumbled towards him, dizzy with its own injuries. Nyrk raised his foot as it rushed towards him. Adrenaline still buzzed in Nyrk's head. Time moved like a dragging wet cloth. Just as the clumsy boar was about to make contact, Nyrk brought his foot crashing down unto the boar's skull, fracturing it decisively.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:46 pm
[Nyrk did: 65 dmg!]
[Enemy defeated.]
[[Emma what's your health? 0.0 ]]
Farskon was nearly crushed by the board slamming straight to the dirt. He panted, and then everyone froze, and the world went white, then all the forest and wildlife in the city was gone.
"You guys gonna keep attacking thin air?" Asked a vendor with a sarcastic expression.
The city now looked like intended, bustling with vendors, and the marble and indigo building made a wide circled around a town forum. There was bustling and people stared at the group oddly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:49 pm
Nyrk's face made an incredibly irritated expression as he realized what had happened. He didn't bother to make any sort of excuse, but he kept himself from punching the vendor square in the face as well.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:49 pm
((Oh...whoops.))
Emma finally sagged as she wounds the boar had given her kicked in, the adrenaline that had been keeping her on her feet finally fading.
A pool of scarlet formed underneath the fallen elf.
She was not dead, but definitely approaching a severe amount of blood loss.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:53 pm
[[Were you keeping track?]]
Farskon, knelt low, and casted a vigoratus on her again. She was well enough to move around, but she would not be battling for a while.
"I'll keep watch over ya," he told her reassuringly.
[[I changed the rules for reviving now.
Now both revived and reviver will be excluded for 1 battle.]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:54 pm
The unconscious body in Emma's arms had lost much of its pallor. When the wave of white hit, it erased the gore and wound in its gut. The halberd was gone, faded away just like the virtual boar.
Scribbler looked to be merely sleeping, save for the occasional flicker of static drifting from head to toe...and a subtle, gradual disintegration.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:58 pm
Farskon walked up to Scribbler, and shook her."Scribbler, Scribbles, Feathers!" He tried to get her attention.
The vendor's eyes widened."Whoa, you're all actually ...hurt?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:58 pm
((I think I made a typo on the computer calculator...argh, sorry.))
Emma winced as her ankle knitted itself back together, and thanked Farkson profusely before returning her attentions to Scribbler.
She took the inkmancer's hand, mirroring the gesture the winged girl had made not too long ago. Violet light flickered around her fingers, flowing down her arm into Scribbler, hopefully stabilizing her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:00 pm
Nyrk turned to the vendor, keeping his sarcasm out of his dialogue. "Yes. The winged one nears death. If you know of some nearby infirmary, sir, we would all appreciate the help."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:06 pm
[...d'awww.]
The light wound around Scribbler's arm, bleeding into the still figure and sending a jolt of energy through the form.
A breath. Then another. A steady thumping where there was none for a few minutes.
The eyes flew open, and Scribbler shot up gasping, narrowly avoiding a collision with the enchantress in the hasty movement and looking ready to bolt.
"Wh-wha?" she sputtered. "What happened? Is everyone alright?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:06 pm
The vendor pulled out a quill, and a glowing paper. "Hold on, for a second."
The vendor was using an old method of emergency transportation. In this time they had the inscription by hand, were as modern Darklings have to just talk into the paper.
He handed it to the exorcist, and there was an awkward silence.
"Oh right, Human's; don't understand magic." He muttered,"Just say this into the paper; Emergency 341."
The vendor, noticed Scribbler stirring."Ah she'll be ok, but keep that paper just in case."
He was then occupied by a customer.
"Nice guy," Farskon said.
he turned quickly to Scribbler, and lightly hugged her."We killed the pig."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:10 pm
"We're fine." Emma said, her heart in her throat.
What had she just done?
No, it was not the same.
It could not be the same.
None of this was real, she hadn't-
Emma felt her own thoughts approaching hysteria and desperately attempted to calm down.
She had not. It was like...one of those modern machines that could kick-start the heart. Her soul was still within the body, she had not passed on. Scribbler was not dead at the time.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:15 pm
A glance affirmed Emma's words, and Scribbler sighed in relief, noting that the blasted pig had disappeared as well. "Good..."
It was like Emma had said; the magic had taken hold of a corner of the fleeing...whatever it was that kept the virtual body awake, and with a firm pull, set it back where it was supposed to be.
Scribbler had no clue of this, of course, she just knew the enchantress had saved her life again.
For the second time in what felt like a very short period, the inkmancer found herself hugging the enchantress again.
"Thank you..."
She made a note not to tell the others about the brief stay in the virtual afterlife, which was most definitely malfunctioning. It looked a little like the white room they had entered in, for one thing.
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