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 Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:00 pm
The Imperator looked around and what was left of his face showed a tinge of disgust. He pulled Farskon close to him and made sure Emma's cloak covered him completely so that he wouldn't attract any attention.
"Ugh...so much magic...so...19th Century." the Imperator muttered, as if the 19th Century was some disgusting vermin.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:02 pm
Farskon moved and stirred a little, pointing to a street vendor.
It was a Blazing Ice Tribe food, basically very spicy and greasy troll food.
Hungry He thought to everyones mind. He coughed, and stirred a little.
His eyes watery.
Farskon in a way liked this place, it's air was clean; and the magic was just as convenient as any technology, but it held many painful memories to him too.
"Look I'm not gonna say a word, about this," Said the Night Person, and he walked off into a crowd.
[[ It'd be best to disguise Farskon; he's not exactly flavor of the month in Nodnol]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:04 pm
Emma nearly swore as she put a hand to her temple.
Please, Lord Odin, a moment.
I am rapidly losing my patience, child.
Another stab of pain through her skull, the sheer force of the god's mental voice.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:05 pm
Hungry?
Surreptitiously, ink crept under the cloak, changing the paladin's features subtly and giving him the barest hint of ruddy grey on his complexion. A tail poked out.
Maybe he can pass off as a goblin, or an imp.
Hope you don't mind...
[8D; sorry]
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:08 pm
Hugry The thought repeated. And he began stirring more. He lolled his head, and drooled a little his eyes still red and watery.
[[More like a goblin >.<]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:10 pm
Emma noticed Farkson stirring, but was too preoccupied with the angry Norse god currently in her head. "Scribbler...can you...take care of this?" she said through gritted teeth, her head throbbing.
I'm waiting.
It is out of my control, my patron!
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:10 pm
Remus slowly helped the disguised paladin to his feet. The Imperator let the paladin lean on him until Farskon was able to stand on his own.
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Vaswedes generated a random number between
12 and 35 ...
27!
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:13 pm
Farskon shuddered, and stumbled over to the stand. He gave the vendor a few coins, that he had, had in his pouch from months ago. He came back with a roll of dough with orange sauce, and fired scallop inside. He scarfed it down, and then pointed shocked, nearly falling over.
There were a few Conjured warriors with the crying blood symbol on their chests. Approaching, and pushing by passersby. They pulled out small hand sized cross bows, that launches a small tube of metal imbued with arcane. The bottom launched it with a trigger, and it could fire 6 tubes before needing reloading .
[[Any time after this fight; but something important will happen here.]]
[Enemy Health: 268]
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Emma of Bainbridge rolled 1 100-sided dice:
83
Total: 83 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:15 pm
((Editing...and would somebody kindly let me know when Emma should call in her favor?))
The enchantress was on the verge of having her head explode from the pain, but she threw up a hand in the direction of the conjured warriors. The ground beneath their feet split open, swallowing them whole and closing over their still-screaming soon-to-be-corpses.
An impatient growl from the Norse god of wisdom, war and prophecy nearly sent the elf-woman to her knees.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
81
Total: 81 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:15 pm
"...I-um, er..."
She hastily threw a shield of ink over the group, forming it into spikes; for each bolt of Arcane-imbued metal they would try to fire, three would pump back in the same direction.
More ink was flung in an effort to disable the bows, the ink exploding the firing mechanism into a sticky mess and knocking two pairs out from the resulting forced headslamming.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:16 pm
((Remus is unable to fight this battle.))
The Imperator grabbed Farskon and put a hand over his mouth to silence him. He called his two guards over and he pulled the paladin into a nearby back alley to keep him hidden.
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Vaswedes generated a random number between
35 and 50 ...
39!
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:26 pm
[Emma did:56 dmg!]
[Nazynri did: 54 dmg!]
[Enemy Health left: 158]
The adversaries were hit, and thrown aside. People bolted and some watched from behind. A uniformed troll, most likely a police officer began, speaking into something that glowed. Calling back up.
The conjured warriors slowly crawled up and fired another few rounds.
[[Try not to go for killing blows they still have some health.
It makes it harder for me to think of how they survive it.]]
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
54
Total: 54 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:27 pm
Ink sprayed wildly, deflecting the rounds; the brush-flung projectiles coalesced into a whip. Scribbler flicked her wrist, sending the lash coiling about one Arcane projectile and hurling it right back at its owner...and another, and another.
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Emma of Bainbridge rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 8:29 pm
CHILD-
I beseech you, milord! I know not when we will have an opportunity to depart, I beg thy patience!
Emma fired a bolt of fire towards the conjured warriors, and sparks flew from her fingertips along with it. Her powers were beginning to turn against her as the deity did the equivalent of poking her consciousness with a sharp stick.
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