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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:35 pm
While he had been staring at the unremarkable ceiling, Kyil had been turning over a few thoughts in his head. he obviously needed to be able to see the magical traces of protective spells in the shop. But if he looked as he had before, he'd be blinded. It had been something he had spent a lot of time fretting over. Being a spell thief, he had to have some sort of knack or control or...or something! Anything that would help him with a problem like this. All he could come up with was that perhaps he had only blinded himself because he had been unprepared.
Now, as he crept into the magic shop and lightly closed the door, he tried to prepare himself. With his eyes closed he saw nothing. Not the merest glimmer of light. As he cracked his lids open though..he could see the blue of the auras. What did this mean? The magical light was not really there...it was only as his eyes percieved it. So then..if it was only like a splash of color..he merely had to look at the aura in such a way..
and oddly enough...he found himself unblinded. A wide smile cracked Kyil's face as he peered around the shop. There were so many things..but what drew his eye the most..were the books. The tomes bound and possibly sealed and..well..who knew what was inside! He needed those books for certain! But first...
-Master. There are wards on all of the cases. I will try and take them away..and I think I see some spells on both of the other doors. Should I leave the one leading upstairs in tact for now?-
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2009 9:53 pm
Glad to see that Kyil was smiling and not grimacing in pain, Mikaril watched his friend's fingers keenly and signed back. Okay; be careful. With all of this out here, we may not even have to explore the other rooms. He thought for a moment, then rapidly continued to sign. If you are able to activate it quickly, it would probably be best to wait until the odds of us getting caught are increased. That way it will hold for the longest possible time.
Returning his gaze to the shelves while Kyil worked on the cases, Mikaril began carefully picking up potion bottles, examining their labels and contents. He seemed the most interested in those with contents that glowed and shimmered. About four of them disappeared into the sack, and then he was moving on to the jewelry.
He let his eyes linger over all if the various pendants, bracelets, and earrings. They all had so many shapes and sizes, and with so many different gemstones in a dazzling array of patterns. Not many of them glowed, but as he paused to listen and run his hand over the very top of the display, he could hear humming from a few and feel subtle changes in heat and cold when his hand passed over them. One caught his eye for no good reason and he carefully eased his hand beneath the pendant so that he could get a better look. It resembled a disc of silver, with tiny silver filaments dotting it randomly, and in the very center was an outline of a long, thin sword. Intrigued, he tossed it into the sack and focused on pocketing five more pendants of varying shape, ten bracelets, and seven sets of earrings.
Instead of moving on towards the weapons, Mikaril snuck around the shelves and joined Kyil at the cases, looking to see if he had breached the magical wards on them yet. He wanted to make off with at least some of the wands, and the books that Kyil had noticed and he hadn't were now visible, and he wanted to get a better look at those too.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 4:12 pm
So many wards! So many items! Kyil nodded his head faintly at Mikaril and he moved on tip toes into the heart of the shop. For a time he could not watch Mikaril closely. Though he was able to see out of the corner of his eye that Mikaril was being selective in what he choose. Well, that made sense. While in theroy, completely cleaning out the magic shop would gain Mikaril a very noteable reputation. The reality was that they could not possibly carry everything out. Even with the help of the sack that Mikaril had brought.
Kyil focused himself on taking the magical wards off the cases. They seemed very easy to steal, just by passing his hand over the area he was able to draw the magical energies into himself. Knowledge in accordance to what sort of spell it had been and how to cast it filtered into his mind. It awed him. If only gaining knoweldge for all things was this easy! Ah, but then again it was also very easy to lose, as he had learned with the magical cage spell. Hnn... That female would most likely be able to figure out what had happened here. She would be very unhappy with their theft, and if she was still around...
he would bring it up later, after they had finished their work. Mikaril seemed so happy, and it would not be until the morrow when the danger would present itself.
As kyil lifted the ward from a case of books, he longingly brushed his fingers down the spines of a pair. They had to hold the answer...as much as he was drawn to the beautiful jewelry and as much as he wanted to stuff his pack with the glittering objects, he knew he'd be too weighed down by the books he was determined to carry out with him. Hopefully they would not weigh him down too much...
When Mikaril came to join him at one of the cases, Kyil turned and signed to his friend. - I think I'm getting better at this. I don't even have to touch the cases to draw in the spell. I just have to get near enough I think. Once I remove this last ward I will start collecting the books, but I'm afraid that will be all I'll be able to carry. I am sorry-
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 7:31 pm
Cocking his head, Mikaril looked from Kyil to the books, then back to Kyil. It struck him as odd that his friend would prefer moldy, dusty tomes to jewelry, but he supposed it was based on his desire to learn more about his talent. Practicality over luxury; how he hated it when that had to be considered. Still, if that was what Kyil wanted to take, then so be it.
He for one was having a lot of fun robbing the shop. He knew that it must have seemed odd that he was nit-picking the spoils rather than just sweeping everything into his bag, but he had his reasons. For one thing, being selective helped to avoid the traps set for those more willing to just sweep their arm and gather everything into the sack. On top of that, taking what he felt would be more valuable would tell the shopkeeper that they weren't just two thieves lucky enough to get in. Here would be two who knew what they were about, and woe to those who tried to deceive them with petty trinkets and cheap first-level spells and scrolls.
Nodding, he signed. It is alright; I understand. Books can easily be as valuable as wands, but bear in mind that this sack can hold quite a bit, so if you see anything else, do not hesitate to place it in. Assuming he was finished with the wand case, he eased it open carefully and began removing wands, this time with a lot less regard for selection. He figured that if the shopkeeper had bothered to set wards on the case itself, he probably wouldn't bother enchanting the wands. Besides, calculating the value of any wand was similar to calculating the value of a small chunk of mithral as opposed to a boulder-sized chunk; it was valuable in any case.
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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 11:44 am
Kyils response was, to quite simply, smile. His pink eyes glittering happily as Mikaril would remind him of the bag that he carried. Kyil had indeed forgotten the type of bag it was, and as he looked at it..a stunning thought came to him. The bag was magic correct? And he was able to steal magic and ecast it...right? His features flushed as he turned to the book case and began to glance down their spines. He could re-cast the magic on that bag onto something different. Instead of a sack he could cast it on a nice looking pouch. Something that was, for lack of a better word, prettier. Plus! Oh! What an idea He really wished they could talk so he could chatter on without having to waste time making the hand signs. Long dialog simply would not do. They had to finish here and get out!
Kyil selected from the shelf what he thought appeared to be a few beginner books on magic. It would not hurt for him to study the craft. Though he doubted he'd understand much. After that though he focused on collecting volumes that seemed to describe magic and magical lore. It would have worked best for him if he could have just...walked into a library. What a odd idea there that sparked in his mind! Go to a library to find the information! How utterly easy and overlooked! Kyil's cheeks flushed as he carried a small armload of books over to Mikaril and tilted his head questioningly. He shifted his grip so he could sign to the other.
-Do you think these will fit in there easily? I can carry the rest in my bag. And, I suppose I do want to look at the cloaks and articals of clothing. I was thinking, if I can take the enchantment off the clothing perhaps I could apply it to our own cloths, so then it would not matter if we liked the look of the magiced cloth, we could always have it added to our preferred clothing.-
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 8:33 pm
Mikaril was peering at the mithral filigree designs on a rather dainty-looking wand when Kyil's signing caused him to look past it. He eyed the books and chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully. They were such nice books, but he didn't know if the spell placed upon the bag held each item in stasis or if it allowed all of the items to bump around and become entangled. He certainly didn't want any harm to come to them. Jewelry and such could take a little more abuse than books.
He brightened as Kyil sign-mentioned magical clothes; not only was the thought of re-arming their current garments appealing, but he knew of a wonderful way to put the garments to use once they had been stripped of their magics. Carefully setting the wand down, Mikaril signed back. I think they'll fit in there alright, but first I want to look at the garments with you. Once you siphon the magic off of some of them, we can use them as wraps for your books so they won't be damaged by all of the hard stuff in the sack. What do you think?
He looked about until he saw a sort of alcove in the back, almost hidden from the view of the rest of the shop. He could just make out a few elaborate robes put out on display and a hanging arrangement of the less fashionable but doubtless more functional garments. He hoped that there were some spells that he could use for his own clothes. One could never have enough protective enchantments on one's personal set of armor, and he was really hoping to find something useful for his cloak and hood; maybe some spells preventing wear and tear, or something that would prevent it from taking things like crossbow bolts.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:08 pm
He had waited of course. His arms clutching the books and eager to see Mikaril's answer to his thoughts. Of course, Mikaril's idea was very intelligent. His pink eyes flared with delight. With a nod of his head he gently set the books down and he shifted aorund the counter to start inspecting the cloths and other pieces of armor present. What to take? What to use? He wished he could tell what had what sort of enchantments. He just was not that trained yet.
Kyil focused his attention on the garments for now. His fingers brushing over each piece and he felt the warmth of the magic flowing into him. Was there a limit to this? There had to be. Yet he did not feel any sort of resistance within him. More knowledge filtered into his head. More magic filled his body. In just minutes each piece of clothing had been drained of the magic. Kyil lifted from the wall a pair of cloaks then. In one cloak he began to tie up the preffered books he had selected. The second cloak..well..it was a lovely dark purple color. Trimmed in glossy black thread with a eye catching clasp that looked like a feather. How could he resist slipping it on over his pretty pink and gold outfit? As he allowed the cloak to settle on his shoulders, he took a moment to admire himself in the glass of one of the display cases.
He could grow to like this. He could perhaps even grow to love it. Adorning himself in these lovely things, being empowered in a way by taking these objects in secrecy. He turned to collect a few more books, these though he slipped into his own satchel. They felt a bit heavy on his shoulder.. Still, he had definatly lugged something heavier then these books. For a moment he turned a eye onto Mikaril and he shared a moment of silent laughter. Much heavier then books.
Kyil was not too clear what else he was interested in. He had absolutly no interest in the weapojns present and he made a effort to not notice them. The jewelry was a terrible temptation though. Hovering over the case he felt it was almost painful to leave anthing in the case. Even the mildly unattractive or gaudy pieces. One by one he plucked pieces of magiced accessories out and tucked them into his bag. The wands looked interesting, but Mikaril seemed to be looking those over.
He paused in his theft of the jewelry, and cast his eyes on the door. Though they only seemed to have been there a few minutes, he was certain they had been there far longer. He lifted his hand to sign once more to Mikaril.
-Should we move on now? I have gathered a lot of magic and I worry that the longer we are here the more likely we will be discovered.-
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 8:52 pm
Mikaril couldn't sense the magic emanating from the garments nearly as much as Kyil could, but he could sense that Kyil was draining as many of the garments of their enchantments as he could. The thought of the shopkeeper trying to sell a 'magical' cloak or shirt on the morrow almost made him laugh aloud. If they didn't make it so easy sometimes, he would almost feel bad for doing what he did to a member of his own race. Then again, drow were more fun because they were more intelligent; robbing a shop manned by a goblin or a bugbear just wouldn't be the same.
Mikaril turned to see Kyil admiring himself in a rather fetching purple cloak with a feather-shaped clasp. It did look like something he would pick out by himself, which Mikaril found he enjoyed immensely. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves while they remained undetected? These were the precious moments he lived for; the seeming riches of the Underdark at his fingertips, and all that was required was the ability to hang on to them for them to be truly his. Surely Kyil was experiencing the same euphoria that seized him whenever he found himself surrounded by potential spoils. It wasn't the same as celebrating once you had them; being there when they were still not yours but about to be gave it that extra special twist that made it more enjoyable.
Catching Kyil's silent laughter, Mikaril beamed back at him and went back to the wands. He was stuffing a good handful into his bag when he saw Kyil's motion and nodded. He was confident that they now had enough to make the entire endeavor worthwhile. They would make good use of the magic and items they could, and those they had no use for, they would sell. It all seemed so perfect.....
So caught up was he, that as he turned to the door, he almost missed the pair of wide, red eyes staring at them from in front of the door. Mikaril felt his own eyes widen and he froze in place, though he knew the owner of the eyes had already seen him. He appeared to be a street guard; doubtless he had sensed something amiss and come to investigate. Or.....Mikaril chanced a look out of the corner of his eye and winced; there was a dirt-encrusted window by the shop's door; had Mikaril known it was there, he would have covered it so that no one would see them from the street. But it was so dirty that he had paid it no mind; probably thought it was part of the wall. So much for luck.
Still, it didn't look as though the guard had noticed Kyil yet; perhaps there was a way he could convince the guard that there was only him robbing the shop? But then how would he get the message to Kyil to stay out of sight? Torn by indecision, he stayed frozen, knowing that at least for a few moments, the guard would wait and see what his move was before he made his own.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 9:18 pm
Kyil was focused on secureing the books in a manner that would not be too awkward on the way back to the cave. He stacked them, then re-stacked them as he tested their feel in his arms. As such he missed the pair of eyes that had peered into the shop from the window. But it was impossible for him to not notice the manner in which Mikaril seemed to freeze up. Kyil shifted his grip on his new prized posessions, and turned to look at the still male.
What was it? It would be hard for him to sign just now with the books in his arms, and Mikaril seemed...alarmed? Immediatly Kyil cast his gaze to the curtain that they supposed led to the stairs and the rooms above. He saw no movement..and he heard no sounds of footsteps above. Curiously, and heedless of the danger the window possessed, he stepped to Mikaril's side, and signed at him with a mall amount of difficulty. -What?-
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 4:46 pm
Feeling the slight brush of air as Kyil joined him, Mikaril winced and bit back a whispered curse. Kyil had obviously not seen the guard at the door, and now that they were both revealed, the guard would surely see that he was outnumbered and raise the call for reinforcements. They had to act fast, and still try to maintain as little noise as possible; at least the shopkeeper was still slumbering, blissfully unaware of his stock diminishing downstairs.
Remembering something his brother had shown him once for fun, Mikaril let the sack go and before it hit the floor of the shop with a dull thud, he whipped out his dagger, took aim, and threw it hard at the guard. He hadn't really excelled at knife-throwing the way his brother had hoped, but he had tried to at least be passable; he knew the limitations of a close-range weapon, and it seemed a good way to extend its use without having to resort to carrying a second. He had aimed for the guard's forehead, and at that point he didn't care which hit the drow; the pommel or the blade. Either way, they would hopefully stave off the call of alarm.
His knife trick worked, but not in the way he had expected. The pommel swung around and hit the guard solidly in the mouth, causing his head to snap back and more than a few teeth to fly out and ping off of the window behind him. He had managed to get a small cry out, but anything else was lost in a surprised half-gurgle as the guard's legs seemed to buckle backwards and he landed on his back with a crash, his head thunking painfully against the floor. In a flash, Mikaril had grabbed the sack, dashed over to the guard and retrieved his dagger, not bothering to check and see whether or not the unconscious guard had cracked his head fatally. If he had, oh well, and if he hadn't, he should consider himself lucky that Mikaril only had the desire to escape, and not to stay and finish the job that other thieves might have.
He turned and looked at Kyil, still holding his books. He thrust his dagger back into his sheath and signed to him rapidly. Let us go before we meet anyone else. He looked out the filthy window before opening the door; the guard had seemed to be alone. Stupid oaf, Mikaril thought with a grin, patrolling alone. He deserved to have his teeth knocked out. He couldn't help but wonder just then what Kyil had thought of that; did he think Mikaril had hit the guard's mouth on purpose, or did he know his aim had been off? Either way, he supposed it didn't matter. What mattered was that the job was succeeding, and he intended to make it the rest of the way.
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Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 8:27 pm
Sadly No. Kyil was unaware of the guard that had come across the pair in their theft. Kyil had assumed that the only threat to them came from above. He had not thought in the least that there would be the possibility of a guard comeing across them while they were in the shop. A false sense of safety and security led to his lack of attention. Now though, as Mikaril would drop his bag and throw his dagger, the reality came surging to the fore.
Kyil froze. His pink eyes widening was the only part of him that seemed to move. Even his breath seemed to stop in his chest as he stard at the guard in fright. All thought had ceased in his mind, and his excitement and happiness ceased to exsist after such a fleeting moment in time. The cloak about his shoulders even felt heavy, as though it had been throughly doused in liquid metal.
He saw the handle strike the guard, and he saw the flickering ivories broken loose from the force of the throw. Yet it was not until Mikaril had paused to sign at him that he became capable of moving. He was frightened...terribly so. As he fled past the guard he felt a brushing of fingers against his leg, and he was quite ashamed by the small animalistic yipping sound that broke from his lips. He was not caught, though the fright he felt at nearly being so was enough to spurr his step's into a quicker pace.
Kyil cast a glance back over his shoulder. He could see the guard in the doorway moving. Perhaps to call an alarm now? Or did he have a bow? Oh! It would not be a good thing if he had a bow! A light flickered to life in one of the upstairs windows, and Kyil's heart jumped into his throat. He turned his eyes forwards again, and focused on following the flapping green cloak.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 7:02 pm
First glancing back to make sure that Kyil was catching up, Mikaril looked beyond Kyil and back toward the shop, where he saw both the guard stirring and the light coming on upstairs, its sudden glare making him wince. Still, he managed a small smile; if the shopkeeper neded light to see by, their chances of losing him were as good as doubled.
Unfortunately, the guard seemed to have not only survived his fall, but in spite of him losing half of his teeth, he was still capable of sounding an alarm. Well, at least they had a good head start, and that was something that if properly used, could make all the difference. At least Kyil was holding up fairly well; he seemd to be pacing him wonderfully, even if it seemed more out of fear than anything else. He thought little of it; the first few thefts always came with a measure of terror, and he wasn't about to expect his friend to just put his fear aside just like that.
Mikaril had to strain to hear the garbled alarm coming from the still-stunned guard; to some it would sound no different from a lost soul meeting his end in some dark alley, but as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he knew that the guard had been successful. They seemed to be approaching from the direction they themselves were heading; apparently the guard had merely gone on ahead of his troop rather than patrol alone. They had to vanish, and quickly.
Mikaril reached behind him and grabbed Kyil's arm, directing their momentum away from the narrow street and right into an alley, where he ran until he was at least halfway down before throwing himself flat and motioning for Kyil to do the same. They were less likely to be spotted further in, and the lack of noise on their part would give them no reason to peer down that way anyway.
Once the muted thunder of drow feet had passed, Mikaril motioned quickly for Kyil to rise; once the patrol had reached the shop and learned where the pair of thieves had gone, they would be doubling back and tracking them any way they could. Better to put as much distance from the shop as possible. Mikaril felt a surge of sheer glee; this was one of his favorite parts of thievery; escaping. The thrill of fleeing from the ones he had wronged, those few precious minutes that could easily make or break a thieving attempt. The last desparate stretch.
He turned to look back at Kyil, smiling as he did. He winked and spoke to him in between breaths of hair. "All that's left is to make it to the cave. Let me know if they're gaining."
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:06 pm
When Mikaril pulled him down and directed him to lay still, Kyil had no problem following the others lead. He even squeezed his eyes closed, as if in some way this would ensure that he was even more hidden. He heard the sound of the pounding feet, and for a few rapid heart beats he fully expected to hear a voice calling alarm to others about the pair of them lieing still in the darkness. The fright he felt before in the inn room was nothing in compare to now. Back then his mind had been distracted with worry over Mikaril. And the wonderment of what he had accomplished. Now...now he felt the full force of the fear that came with the possible capture. What happened to thieves that were caught by the guard? He could only imagin pain and shame when his Mistress discovered what he had done.
But no voices came, and the leading tug by Mikaril got him up and moving again. Mikaril turned, and gasped words to him as they continued to flee. he looked so...happy? It was a bit unbelieveable really. To think that Mikaril enjoyed this! It had to be what made him like being a thief perhaps? Kyil hjad a hard time believeing that he could ever come to enjoy this. If they had managed to sneak out without any alarm being raised..to be in and out as silent and undetectable as shadows. That is what he would have liked for this outcome.
Kyil tilted his head as he ran, his own breath coming in heavy and quick breaths. He could think like a thief, maybe. he could come up with what he hoped were good ideas. But this fleeing was nerve wracking! Shifting the books in his arms, he panted out.
"Master. maybe..we should..stop running now?" He gasped. "If they come across us...running will...be a give away. We are far from...the shop now. If we...walk a bit...maybe they will not....notice us?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:32 pm
Slowing down slightly anyway, Mikaril paused and gave Kyil's words some thought. He was through sprinting; he had never been much for long distance running, with armor and all. Besides, that was when your hiding skills came into play; so you wouldn't have to run the entire length of the Underdark to elude your pursuers.
Nodding, Mikaril spoke to Kyil in a hushed voice that barely seemed to carry past his own ears. "We can stop if you like, but we should still be cautious. We'll have to keep to the darkest spots; alleyways and such. Once they realize they can't catch us by running after us, they might try to use magic to spot us. We must move quickly and quietly, and keep your senses open for any telltale tingling around you that might indicate someone using magic on you. Let me know if you feel anything of the sort, and we can veer off in a different direction and lead them away from the cave."
He didn't mention as he turned back around that when that sort of thing happened, it could take nearly all night to shake them off and safely return to the hideout. He had always been able to keep his patience well-toned from such all-night trips, but at least this time the hideout was a place where he knew it was safe enough to fall into a true sleep instead of just dozing off for days on end. He had to admit; it was a welcome change to his everyday thieving routine.
Shifting his bag until he had it in a more comfortable position, Mikaril gestured to Kyil to do the same with his books. "We'll set off for the cave first; hopefully they won't bother to intensify their search until the morrow, and by then we will be safe."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 10:19 am
Kyil felt some relief when Mikaril slowed down. Running with books in his arms was not a easy thing to do. Already his arms ached and he was second guessing just how important the books were to lug all the way back to the cave in compare to the relief of walking with his arms free. Still, he kept them clutched close to his chest, the new cloak on his shoulders did well to hide their presence as he walked along with Mikaril.
Kyil nodded his head at the warning that Mikaril gave him, and he glanced over his shoulder in concern. The last thing he really wanted was for the guards to catch up on them. Shifting his books to one arm, he tugged the hood up of the cloak and let it fall over his forehead a bit.
"Master... if I keep my senses open to magic I'm afraid I will feel a lot of tingling." Kyil worriedly replied. "Perhaps this spell thief gift has some draw backs?" If he could not use the common sense to detect magic in use around or on him that would be a limitation. Anything magical would give him that sense now perhaps. It would be like he was blind. Either by pure darkness by shutting himself from the senses, or by pure light by opening himself up. "I am afraid I will be of no help to you in this sense. I am sorry."
Kyil's head bobbed a little and a faint smile pulled at his lips. "Perhaps we will be fortunate and they will suspect mages of the theft first. Like the individual we bought from originally? If they waste their time looking for spell casters then we shall have no problem getting away."
((*L* I am not sure if you want the guard to give them a good chase or if you want them to get away safely. We could possibly have some common street thugs try and rob the robbers XD Give Mikaril a chance to flash one of his new wands?))
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