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Vaswedes rolled 1 100-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:02 pm
The conjured warriors seemed satisfied, and grabbed from them. To take them as prisoners for "initiation."
[[If we lose this round; it's game over,
and we gotta start back at the gate 8< ]]
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
22
Total: 22 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:03 pm
"No..."
Focus, focus...
Scribbler grasped the hand that landed on her shoulder, sending her elbow smashing back in an attempt to hit the bulky summons. A bottle of ink dropped to the floor, coiling into a large black snake and moving to engage one more warrior.
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Emma of Bainbridge rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:04 pm
((Editing.))
Emma was on her knees, blood gushing from her shoulder. Her own heartbeat had grown faint, but the distant echo was strong as ever, and his voice reverberated in her head.
Focus, Emma. Her eyes fell shut, and lost herself in memory.
The conjured warriors put their hands on her, intending to drag her back to their master-
And they burst into violet flame, the threads of silver latching onto them like hooks. As they burned, Emma found herself laughing, a note of hysterical relief in her tone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:14 pm
Farskon coughed, and recovered a little ashamed to not being much help.
He stretched, and looked at the watchtower entrance.
"So, uh, how do we burn this down?," Farskon pondered aloud.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:19 pm
Ink was holding Scribbler's wounds shut; she had pulled out the arrow. The paene stared at the tower, wondering.
"I suppose it would be too easy if they burnt like normal wood, wouldn't it?
Another part of her was wondering how Farskon usually managed his vigoratus spells.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:24 pm
"Yeah you know what they say,"He started,"Whatever doesn't burn on the outside....."
He felt Scribbler's thoughts. He was being careless he had forgotten to remove himself from her mind.
"Oh sorry about that Feathers! Well Funny Feather's I do the same thing I do with the blind spell, but I picture the patient's body perfect.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:25 pm
Emma pulled herself to her feet, her hand over the wound from which blood still dripped. "They will burn." she snarled as she threw up her other hand, unleashing a torrent of silver-threaded magic that engulfed the watchtower in an instant.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:27 pm
"Wow I guess that wor- oooooooh," Farskon uttered, as the flames dispersed from the watchtower. "Well I don't think burning the outside will work..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:30 pm
Eeep. I forgot you were in here, Farskon. Makes sense, gotcha, she sent back.
The ink snake detached itself from the fallen conjured warrior and moved to the tower, flaring into flames as it joined Emma's magic in an effort to burn the tower down...but it began to creep its way up the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:34 pm
The Paladin hit his blade's together; and the special ore inside heated them until they glowed orange. He ran into the watcher tower, and began hitting his blades together letting sparks loose everywhere.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:34 pm
Emma's vision started to blur, blood loss making her faint. She redirected her fires to the inside of the tower, creeping up the stairs and through the windows.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:37 pm
The watchtower shriveled, and withered into a large pile of ashes. Farskon, jumped out before getting burnt to a crisp, and admired how something so well built can be torn down so fast.
Many Uniformed Soulless took noticed, and began running towards them.
Half the town was coming. And a large church like bell was being rung.
They luckily were unprepared; and the trio had much time to get ready for an attack.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:40 pm
The inksnake became a flamesnake as it followed the paladin up the tower, licking at the beams and crackling merrily. Scribbler was about to send in another one when she saw Emma's complexion and the puddle.
"Lady Emma! Your wounds...may I?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:45 pm
"What?" She looked up at Scribbler. "Yes, of course."
She did not trust her newfound powers enough to heal herself, she may end up accidentally incinerating herself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:49 pm
Scribbler makes her way over to Emma and lightly lays her hands on the bleeding shoulder, willing it to work.
"Here goes. Vigoratus!"
Soft purplish light wreathed around the wound, pulling gently into sutures...and the gash closed, if still a little bloody from the stains.
"...I hope that didn't burn."
The bell still tolled, but fairly far away.
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