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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:48 pm
Nyrk scrambled around for the axe he salvaged earlier. It wasn't there. It must have been left behind when they teleported! Nyrk had no time to think about it; Immediately, a wolf was upon him, tearing at his leg viciously. Nyrk hit it pathetically, trying to get it off.
(HP: 56 remaining)
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:54 pm
[[The damage counts to both enemies. ]]
[Enemy Defeated]
[Scribbler did: 51 dmg!]
[Wolf 1 is dead]
[Wolf 2 is dead]
Farskon sighed relief, and looked to Scribbler,"Nice work!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:58 pm
Nyrk ignored his wounds for but a moment, thanking Scribbler for disallowing the wolves to make any more. He braced himself against his right leg--it wasn't as injured, and he could still feel strength in it. His left foot he used sparingly and tenderly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 1:59 pm
The nobles looked around, scanning the nearby area for more attackers. When they found that there were none, Emma turned once again towards her Lord. "Shall we?"
"We shall." he said, grim and resigned.
He passed a hand in front of Emma's eyes, and she swayed a little as they unfocused and grew distant.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:00 pm
[oh. Thought it was hit one, subtract that damage, then hit the second with the rest. ^^;]
"Thanks," came the automatic reply. "This place is a little too accurate sometimes..."
The inkmancer shudders, glancing at the others to make sure no one had gotten too badly hurt.
A splint was procured from another hut, along with bandages, which she handed to Nyrk, just in case.
"Maybe we should keep moving; the rest of the pack will be here soon, if these act like real wolves."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:07 pm
[[That could work, but I'm not sure. xp ]]
"Wait where are they going?" Farskon asked, more to himself. He reached out a little with a hand and then saw them become even more distant.
He gaped a little, and then added."You're right we should get moving, but I'm not lookig forward to crossing that." The Paladin pointed to the aftermath battlefield.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:08 pm
Nyrk gratefully accepted the bandaging, wrapping his injured leg with it briskly. The clean bandage reddened as it was applied, and stung harshly, but as it closed Nyrk's leg to exposure, the relief set in quickly. He tested his leg a bit. It still hurt to apply pressure, but not quite so much as it did when left uncovered.
"I hope there's a weapon or two dropped in there. I've lost mine, and I definitely have more use for it now than the man who died holding it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:12 pm
"Wait. This is a delicate process."
Emma's eyes had drifted closed and blue and silver clung close to her temples, held steady and upright only by Hrothbert's hands supporting her. Then, a few minutes later, she blinked in surprise, standing on her own once more. "You work quickly..." she whispered, searching her mind for a trace of memory. She found nothing. She remembered that it had happened, but could not bring the scene to mind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:18 pm
Farskon jumped down a small hill, and crossed the battlefield, it smelt horrible, and Farskon retched a few times. "Do they really need to add this must realism to this place?" He retched again after he finished the sentence.
They passed a few corpses Farskon found more Folk armor, and equipped it. He looked very strange with different armor variations adorned on him.
He also found two short swords, which he instantly took.
They passed other weapons, like crossbows, spears, long bows, and banners.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:20 pm
"Of course. Sorry."
Scribbler had meant after the spell had done its work, after all, and tried not to seem prying when she watched the arcs of silver and blue dart through the enchantress's temples. The sorceror did indeed work quickly.
A sweeping glance at the battlefield took in the gore, catching the circling vultures and glint of bloodied steel.
It's just a construct...just a construct, she reminded herself. A very realistic construct complete with smell and sight and---no, just a construct.
Somehow it was worse than being in the Battledome, where the fights were at least somewhat personal.
"Oh, there's probably more than just one or two..."
Her hand closed around a fallen halberd as she followed the paladin down the slope. With a grimace, she pulled it free of the half-body it was buried in. A nasty squelch accompanied the motion, and she fought the wave of nausea it triggered.
Focus, Scribbler. You won't stay alive for long here if you're squeamish.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:29 pm
Emma plucked an acceptably sized dagger from the field of gore and battle, vanishing the blood before she hid it up her sleeve. She seemed too calm, too collected as she strode through the blood and smell of death.
Then she whirled, moving quickly and shouting an apology as she tore a hole in the air and shoved her husband through it.
"You'll thank me later!" she cried as she closed the hole with equal speed, looking back at Scribbler and Farkson with a strange expression. "I know it's a strange thing to do, but he was on the verge of draining himself again. How many did he kill? Don't bother saying none, there was blood on his boots and it wasn't his. There didn't seem to be a flicker of remorse when I looked at his mind, though. Were they Soulless?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:32 pm
"Emma, they-those people we killed are fabricated," He told her."This is all a fabrication even the air we breathing, it's a simulation of another time and place."
Farskon still felt uneasy for killing, even if it wasn't real.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:35 pm
"I am well aware of that and so is he, my boy. But I know the trail of a true death spell when I sense it. Besides, nothing else could have taken the amount of power that he was missing."
Emma knew nothing about the pile of Soulless that had simply keeled over before they had reached her in the real world.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:37 pm
[...hm. well now, this is an interesting swoosh. XD;]
"...They were Soulless. And a few golems, as well."
The inkmancer assumed (wrongly) that Emma was speaking of the time before the simulation and before the portal. Unconsciously, she shivered, despite the borrowed cloak and pauldrons from yet another fabricated slain body. Scribbler didn't dare look at the enchantress, hearing the strange tone in her voice.
At least the smell had faded somewhat, the human nostrils growing accustomed to the constant stench.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:43 pm
As they got closer to the city, they saw goblins putting the corpses on wagons, to haul them off. They worked quick using magic to place the corpses, both Human, and Folk.
The goblins reached for their swords at the site of them.They spoke in Latin but the simulation translated the voice over."Alright Humans, we don't want a fight, but if you're going to call us heathens against the gods, and charge at us we won't hesitate."
The goblins glared. And one of them noticed Emma."Are you accompanying them?"
[[Faction Met: Indigo Order-The Folk
Status:Barely tolerating you]]
[[Faction Met:Roman Empire- Humans
Status: Neutral ]]
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