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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4263565" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Consequences of Vice: Part 3b – Mind Your Own Business</strong></p><p></p><p>When the blast cleared, Vlad stood at the center with Grungronazharr in both hands. His companions were largely unaffected, although the same could not be said for their surroundings. </p><p></p><p>“Nobody mentioned the sword!” shouted Marta over her shoulder at her companions, who were standing on the rooftops of buildings on either side of the alleyway. “Now what?”</p><p></p><p>“Press them!” shouted Glinfield, an Altharian wizard garbed in red and black robes with a matching kaffiyeh. It was he who had cast the fireball.</p><p></p><p>Marta shook her head in aggravation and surged forward to engage Vlad in sword to shield combat. </p><p></p><p>“Th’ dwarf is mine!” shouted Thaim Hammerforge. He pounded his pole-hammer into the ground and it ignited with Nier’s holy flames. Then he took a menacing step towards Beldin.</p><p></p><p>Nobody bothered to ask Garadon what he was doing, because he rarely communicated with humans. It made him difficult to hire for a job, but his success spoke for itself. It was precisely why Glinfield had enlisted him. Although Garadon was an elorii, he seemed to have a pathological hatred of his own kind. Everyone knew he would target Ilmarė.</p><p></p><p>“Great,” said Rooster Tumblefoot, a redheaded gnome with a fan of spiked hair in the middle of his otherwise shaved head. “I get the leftovers. Do I go after the stoned idiot stumbling down the street then?”</p><p></p><p>“Fire on the warrior!” shouted Glinfield, who was getting into a bad habit of always telling Rooster what to do. “I’ll take care of the sorcerer!”</p><p></p><p>Glinfield pointed at Sebastian. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Magicus telum!</span>” A bolt of magical energy blasted towards Sebastian.</p><p></p><p>Sebastian held up both hands. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Mulet sugicam!</span>” The bolt fizzled in front of the dark-kin.</p><p></p><p>“What?” shouted Glinfield. “Impossible!”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė rolled and came up with her serpent bow, firing two arrows in quick succession at Garadon. Two flaming arrows answered the elorii’s volley. </p><p></p><p>Beldin hacked at Thaim. Axe locked with hammer as Thaim shoved the weapon forward. Beldin nearly lost his grip.</p><p></p><p>Marta swung at Vlad’s head. “No fireballs here,” said Marta. “Just old fashioned steel.” The blow glanced off Vlad’s shield. </p><p></p><p>Vlad hacked at her in retaliation, forcing Marta to skip backwards. A bolt from Rooster’s crossbow froze in mid-air, dropping lifeless to the ground in front of Vlad’s Yig-emblazoned shield.</p><p></p><p>“He’s immune to bolts too?” Rooster reloaded his crossbow. “Your intel on this job SUCKS, Glinfield!”</p><p></p><p>“We’re stalemated.” Vlad grit his teeth as another blow from Marta nearly sliced off his nose. “Something has to change.”</p><p></p><p>“I agree,” said Beldin. He batted Thaim’s flaming hammer to the side.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf and the Milandisian nodded at each other. Then they switched opponents.</p><p></p><p>Vlad slapped Thaim’s hammer away as Beldin moved to the side. </p><p></p><p>The switch took Marta by surprise. Beldin came in under her shield and hacked upwards, slamming her against the wall and knocking her to the ground. </p><p></p><p>Seeing Marta go down, Glinfield panicked. He pointed at Beldin. “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Fulgur sagitta!</span>” </p><p></p><p>A blinding bolt of electricity snapped between Beldin and Glinfield’s extended finger. The dwarf fell to the ground, trailing smoke from his eyes and mouth.</p><p></p><p>“You’ll pay for that,” said Sebastian. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish out: <span style="font-family: 'Impact'">incendiaries globus!</span>”</p><p></p><p>This fireball, aimed higher up at the rooftops, blasted Glinfield off the roof. Rooster’s blackened formed melted in place where he crouched with his crossbow. </p><p></p><p>Thaim was still looking up in shock when Vlad brought him down. That left Garadon.</p><p></p><p>Garadon, who never trusted humans and certainly not an Altherian wizard, had erected magical defenses for himself as a contingency. He bounded from rooftop to rooftop away from the massacre.</p><p></p><p>Although Garadon was loath to do so, he would have to explain to his employer, a human, that the job had gone sour. And Garadon hated speaking to humans.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4263565, member: 3285"] [b]The Consequences of Vice: Part 3b – Mind Your Own Business[/b] When the blast cleared, Vlad stood at the center with Grungronazharr in both hands. His companions were largely unaffected, although the same could not be said for their surroundings. “Nobody mentioned the sword!” shouted Marta over her shoulder at her companions, who were standing on the rooftops of buildings on either side of the alleyway. “Now what?” “Press them!” shouted Glinfield, an Altharian wizard garbed in red and black robes with a matching kaffiyeh. It was he who had cast the fireball. Marta shook her head in aggravation and surged forward to engage Vlad in sword to shield combat. “Th’ dwarf is mine!” shouted Thaim Hammerforge. He pounded his pole-hammer into the ground and it ignited with Nier’s holy flames. Then he took a menacing step towards Beldin. Nobody bothered to ask Garadon what he was doing, because he rarely communicated with humans. It made him difficult to hire for a job, but his success spoke for itself. It was precisely why Glinfield had enlisted him. Although Garadon was an elorii, he seemed to have a pathological hatred of his own kind. Everyone knew he would target Ilmarė. “Great,” said Rooster Tumblefoot, a redheaded gnome with a fan of spiked hair in the middle of his otherwise shaved head. “I get the leftovers. Do I go after the stoned idiot stumbling down the street then?” “Fire on the warrior!” shouted Glinfield, who was getting into a bad habit of always telling Rooster what to do. “I’ll take care of the sorcerer!” Glinfield pointed at Sebastian. “[FONT=Impact]Magicus telum![/FONT]” A bolt of magical energy blasted towards Sebastian. Sebastian held up both hands. “[FONT=Impact]Mulet sugicam![/FONT]” The bolt fizzled in front of the dark-kin. “What?” shouted Glinfield. “Impossible!” Ilmarė rolled and came up with her serpent bow, firing two arrows in quick succession at Garadon. Two flaming arrows answered the elorii’s volley. Beldin hacked at Thaim. Axe locked with hammer as Thaim shoved the weapon forward. Beldin nearly lost his grip. Marta swung at Vlad’s head. “No fireballs here,” said Marta. “Just old fashioned steel.” The blow glanced off Vlad’s shield. Vlad hacked at her in retaliation, forcing Marta to skip backwards. A bolt from Rooster’s crossbow froze in mid-air, dropping lifeless to the ground in front of Vlad’s Yig-emblazoned shield. “He’s immune to bolts too?” Rooster reloaded his crossbow. “Your intel on this job SUCKS, Glinfield!” “We’re stalemated.” Vlad grit his teeth as another blow from Marta nearly sliced off his nose. “Something has to change.” “I agree,” said Beldin. He batted Thaim’s flaming hammer to the side. The dwarf and the Milandisian nodded at each other. Then they switched opponents. Vlad slapped Thaim’s hammer away as Beldin moved to the side. The switch took Marta by surprise. Beldin came in under her shield and hacked upwards, slamming her against the wall and knocking her to the ground. Seeing Marta go down, Glinfield panicked. He pointed at Beldin. “[FONT=Impact]Fulgur sagitta![/FONT]” A blinding bolt of electricity snapped between Beldin and Glinfield’s extended finger. The dwarf fell to the ground, trailing smoke from his eyes and mouth. “You’ll pay for that,” said Sebastian. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish out: [FONT=Impact]incendiaries globus![/FONT]” This fireball, aimed higher up at the rooftops, blasted Glinfield off the roof. Rooster’s blackened formed melted in place where he crouched with his crossbow. Thaim was still looking up in shock when Vlad brought him down. That left Garadon. Garadon, who never trusted humans and certainly not an Altherian wizard, had erected magical defenses for himself as a contingency. He bounded from rooftop to rooftop away from the massacre. Although Garadon was loath to do so, he would have to explain to his employer, a human, that the job had gone sour. And Garadon hated speaking to humans. [/QUOTE]
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