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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 10:47 am
Ghost of War (( *doesn't run at all and then simply snatches you in his arms, bends you over his knee, steals the switch and beats your a** with it until its purple* )) ((Ahahaha!)) The cleric wrinkled her nose in disgust and rubbed her gauntlets together to make sure they were still intact. She looked at the .... sizable... pile of ordure on the floor, her eyes tearing up at the stench. Eyes taking on a ponderous quality, she pointed at it and chanted, and it dissipated in a choking cloud of stink, which she quickly set the censer to. "Wonderful. I wasted a casting of Dismissal to learn I can use it for cleaning god-s**t."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 11:06 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 11:19 am
^-^ Who made your signature Ghosty?
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 11:26 am
Quenthal's eyes widened in surprise as she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She ground her teeth to keep from screaming, her hand on the handle tightened.
She was about to whip around and attack but the pheonix beat her to it. Quenthal's eye visably twitched, she wanted to make the creature suffer.
Something wretched filled her nose and she looked down to discover that she was standing in a pile of s**t, her upper lip curled as she raised her boots out of the filth.
The drowess was a little confused as to why Geist would send these creatures after her, and yet leave some form of protection behind.
One of the vipers at her side slowly raised up to her ear and whispered. "Behind the bush mistressss." Her gaze shifted to the bush, she lowered her hand into her pouch and brought out a scroll.
As she had been taught in the Academy she quickly fired off the words. Her left hand soon became incased in fire. She tossed the useless, blank scroll and shot out her hand. The fire lept from its source, straight into the bush, the flames quickly consumed it, leaving it charred heap, and Zin in the open.
She could have used the ability granted to her by Lloth, being able to control ones body, dragging him to her instead of wasting a scroll. However, she knew that wouldn't have been a wise decision. In the background she faintly heard her sister's voice.
"Inafay, so glad you could join." Her voice flat. One of her snowy white brows rose as she looked on at Zin.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:08 pm
Lady Liriel Baenre ^-^ Who made your signature Ghosty? Siin Adonai
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:16 pm
Zin's eye's narrowed and his nostrils flared, soon after he snorted, his tail waggling. The creature wasn't very tall at all, and he stood there, his stout fists to his hips. A big grin spread across his face, his teeth old and yellow.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:30 pm
Ghost of War Zin's eye's narrowed and his nostrils flared, soon after he snorted, his tail waggling. The creature wasn't very tall at all, and he stood there, his stout fists to his hips. A big grin spread across his face, his teeth old and yellow. ((Switching to Ulvira)) Ulvira stared back, not blinking. In her mind she began to ready any spells. The other hand on her whip tightening. Actually, drow were shorter than their surface dwelling kin. The females being taller and bigger then the males. Ulvira was an oddity among her kind. She was extremely tall in drow standards....reaching 5'7. Her vision switched over to the color spectrum as she studied Zin closely. She waited for his reply.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:45 pm
And it better be spooky... wait till you meet her. twisted
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 12:48 pm
Ghost of War And it better be spooky... wait till you meet her. twisted I doubt it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 1:00 pm
Lady Liriel Baenre Ghost of War And it better be spooky... wait till you meet her. twisted I doubt it. you ain't seen nothin yet.
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