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"Well atleast he's awake..." Firin muttered as she replaced her gloves. "Roxanne. I'll hold on to them, I'm atleast... more resistant to their evil energy than the others. She offered to the warlock.

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Watching over the group, a raven with glowing green eyes gave a caw and spread its black wings. It took off from the bare tree it was perched on and flew back to its master over the white frosted hills till it landed on his arm. "They're close." He muttered before he kicked his undead steed into action.

He curiously eyed the raven that took flight from the nearby trees, feeling an odd sort of kinship with it.
"Cursed..." he muttered.
After a few seconds, he spun on his heel and addressed the group with a flourish and a big grin.
"Ladies, you're in luck, this day! As it happens, I am a master of hexomancy and I have a lot of experience with curses and counter-curses!!! Simply regail me with all the details of your harrowing situation, and I shall then free you!"
He strode over to the girl who'd dropped the statue from her bag a moment ago, and thoughtfully looked her over. His hands were roaming over her vast belly, and then they found the curves of her breasts. He squeezed them gently, pursing his lips.
"Yes. Full and heavy. Flush, warm to the touch. Definitely some powerful magic at work here. No doubt about that!" He ceased his groping and then raised a wry eyebrow at the girl. "Little too much fun summoning demons, was it? No. Perhaps you're a farm lass that was a bit more than curious when you met one of the taur-folk of the plains that so-resembled the horses you'd grown up with? Not that, either? Hm. Ah! Perhaps a pact with one of the Elder Gods! Do you fancy tentacles, then?" He had gotten closer and closer to her face with every question, now nose-to-nose with her.

Upon closing her portal however the idols other effect kicked into play and the warlock swiftly collapsed, her belly ballooned outward ever so slightly as the creature (or creatures twisted ) growing within her womb feasted on the magic that had so briefly coursed through her system. Besides being put on her a** from the sudden growth, Roxanne suffered no other adverse effects.

Overhearing the bird-wizards comments, Roxanne looks up to discover him groping Mina. "Oh hells no, you keep your magic away from us. You'll only make it worse." Roxanne warns as she slowly got back to her feet.

It was true, he'd hardly noticed the slap across his face; it happened so often he'd grown as accustomed to it as most folk would be to a handshake.
"A candle witch, eh?" Cassius muttered softly, backing away from the girl.
He turned his gaze to the girl with the staff, just in time to catch the end of her growth spurt. A curious light sparkled in his eyes.
"So...magical energy only makes a 'bigger' problem. Interesting..."
There was a sudden tapping at his chest followed by some words, breaking his train of thought. Cassius glanced down at the lance. His eyes then followed it back up to it's source.
"End me? My dear boy, I've only just begun!" he crowed, brushing the lance to the side like you would a toy. He did take a few steps away from the carriage. "Would that I could die, though. Funny thing about immortality..." Cassius said, his voice dropping lower. He looked at his hands, his gaze becoming distant. "You might spend a lifetime trying to gain it, but what the glorious tales of it's power don't tell you is that the inability to die isn't the same as the inability to feel pain. Gods, there are some days when I wish it were as easy as death."
It was hard to say for sure, but there may have been tears lurking behind his mischievous eyes.

Cassius smiled at the gravid girl, bowing his head slightly.
"I thank you for your kindness, Fair Maiden. I shall endeavor to remain at arms length and do my best to aid your cause for so long as I am here! Though..." he reached out and stroked her cheek lightly, whispering so only she could hear. "...you have already burned me with your beauty, right through my devilish little heart."
He dropped his hand and gave her another smile, then turned his attention back to the group at large. He gave a rather dramatic bow, complete with a flourish.
"My name is Cassius, and in return for helping me when I was in need, I pledge myself and all of my considerable arcane talents to returning the favor!"

(I honestly don't know what to do in this rp anymore. >.>; )

Mina couldn't help but blush a bit with the compliment and the cheek brush. "Y-yeahm you do that." she said, resting her arms on top of her belly. 'Damn it, he's good.' She thought to her self. The thought of him staying and helping made Mina smile. She knew they could need all the help they could get given their predicament. When Firin introduced her she gave him a slight curtsey.

His wretched steed thundered across the icy plains as he drove it harder, and harder the death knight wasn't going to fail this time. He knew that it was them, the rabble possessed the idols his mistress so desired, also he had a score to settle with a particular warlock...

With his rune covered obsidian blade and armour as black as his heart, Leon steeled himself, he had waited too long for this. Reaching into his belt pouch he threw some some powdered bone meal onto the snow chanting a stream of arcane power as green energy flowed from his fingers. Rising from the meal, skeletons armed with swords and halberds awaited their master's command. With a grim smile, he pointed his sword the wagon. His minions, willing do to their master's bidding scampered to them, his own bloodlust their own!

They were only cannon fodder anyway. He had to lead the warlock and the lancer to him. How could he fail against a party of women who's stomachs were swollen like iron balls?

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Firin had sat back down on the bench when an unholy and forboding presence came over her. She had felt this sort of energy before. Standing once more she threw her head out the window and gritted her teeth.

"To arms, To arms! We're under attack!" The paladin shouted as she picked her massive sword up fro its resting place