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 Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:50 pm
The conjured warriors, moved away, but did so in a spastic fashion.
Farskon pushed the Elf away, but received a shock.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:55 pm
Thank you.
That was all the gap Scribbler needed. She moved smoothly to the door, grasping the enchantress's hand.
Sorry for the suddenness, but here we go!
Both figures collapsed into ink, melted under the door, slid through the crack, and rematerialized on the other side. There was the barest moment of visibility, then both were covered by their camouflage spells again.
[Please tell me if that was too much.]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:02 pm
Emma barely had time to weave another spell around the guards which would erase their memory of ever having moved before she was yanked through the crack under the door. The sensation of being transmuted into ink was a strange one, to say the least, and Emma felt as if she would slide away again at any moment.
But they were inside, and that was all that mattered.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:04 pm
The Elf began the spell, and then he took out a tool.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:13 pm
The paladin was bespelled, strapped to a chair, with the elf hovering above menacingly.
Now.
The small splat of ink leapt out of Farskon's pocket at a thought, tackling the elf-doctor's face and clinging to his mouth and eyes. Scribbler moved in invisibly, maneouvring herself to better incapacitate the elf.
Can you wake him, Lady Emma?
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:17 pm
I hope so.
Emma left the elf to Scribbler and moved towards Farkson, taking his head in her hands as she channeled her power into him, jolting the paladin into wakefulness.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:23 pm
Farskon jolted, awake, and then instantly sentries entered.
[[Find someone in the Rp who can still battle =p the three of us have the battle penalty.]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:31 pm
[Or, y'know, we can run like heck. :3]
The doctor was incapacitated by a pair of swift efficient hands, dropping to the floor unconscious and unaware with the ink gag still in place.
Scribbler took grasp of the other two again, transmuting all of them into a puddle of ink just before the sentries burst in.
There was a drain on the floor; she just hoped it opened up soon enough, diving through it as quickly as she could with the others.
[because logically speaking it doesn't make sense for them to be found there in a room. Outside, not so much. ^^;]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:35 pm
Emma gasped for air just before she felt the change take hold of her.
It felt like a shapechange that had gone uncompleted as she flowed through the drain.
So disconcerting.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:44 pm
The drain took the liquefied group through a few tunnels, and unfortunately they found themselves in another research center, but it was larger they were in the same building, but it was on the other side of it. This research center seemed closed down, and was mostly empty.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:53 pm
There was a gurgle, and a squelch, and the group suddenly popped up into existence again. Scribbler was on all fours, panting as if she had just run a marathon, pale and quite weakened.
She had never transmuted more than one other person before...nevermind two others, and twice in one day.
It was a very good thing the room they were in was empty of spectators.
"Everyone...okay?" she managed between gasps.
[gack. might have to poof soon.]
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:57 pm
Emma was beside Scribbler on her knees, making sure all her body parts were present and accounted for. Once she made sure everything was in place, she placed her hands on Scribbler's shoulders, pouring what energy she had into her.
She left only a few drops of magic for herself. The inkmancer would need it more.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:58 pm
Farskon's sudden transmutation into ink had left him incredibly dazed, he barely got up, or noticed the others for the matter.
"Escape......fast..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 1:31 pm
Elsewhere in the compound, alarms were no doubt going off as the sentries searched for the missing group. It was only a matter of time before they searched this wing, but for the moment, they were safe.
Scribbler gripped the enchantress's hand at the influx of energy, each spark of magic like an infusion of a powerful stimulant. She appreciated it, but in her current state she couldn't handle so much power...and thus, the girl rerouted most of it back into Emma with an apologetic smile. "Thank you," she murmured, rising to her feet shakily to scope out the room.
There were no windows that she could discern; two doors lay on opposite corners. The room seemed full of dusty bottles of unidentified substances, the labels long since eroded away.
A small map hung in a corner of the room, beside the door, but that too was covered in dust and cobwebs.
"We're almost there..."
[...Nix the map if it doesn't make sense. ^^; And feel free to describe hallways and whatnot.]
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 2:53 pm
"Almost isn't good enough." Emma said quietly to herself, feeling the power that Scribbler had redirected back into her doing some very strange things.
Her magic was hardwired into her emotions, and that did not always serve her well.
At the moment, the elf-woman was fighting her own power which was attempting to return her home.
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