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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 3904178" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p>They formed a line across the room, with Morderas and Thalas in the back row, and Rhiannon and Quinn fighting whomever it was out in the hallway. Athal met the charge of the raptor, narrowly avoiding the creature's teeth, while Kithkanan and Arjan each engaged a thief. Thalas gripped his glaive and channeled, preparing a devastating strike on the dinosaur. Morderas dodged and tumbled past the front line, performing a kip-up to stand behind on of the thieves, between the thief and his mistress, and stabbed backward, dropping the man with one blow.</p><p></p><p>"How do you like us now?" he sneered at the woman. In response, she stopped her screeching, pulled a bone wand from some pocket, and with a deft flick and word of power caused the thief Morderas had just killed to rise to his feet and resume the attack. Some of Morderas' bravado faded at that.</p><p></p><p>"<em>Fuego!</em>" Thalas intoned, and his glaive burst into flame as he smote the raptor with all of his might. The creature shrieked in pain as the flaming blade sliced and burned through muscle, sinew, and bone, but the animal did not have to suffer long -- Athal pierced it through the heart and it fell.</p><p></p><p>The woman gasped in shock, dropped the wand, and fumbled in her pouch, withdrawing a small vial. Holding it to her lips, she downed the contents, and her form dissolved immediately into mist which seeped backward through the back wall of the room, disappearing. </p><p></p><p>"Come back and fight, bitch!" Morderas shouted -- but she was gone.</p><p></p><p>Kithkanan and Arjan were still engaged with the remaining thief, so Thalas turned to look back out the doorway. Rhiannon and Quinn were engaged with a swarthy, muscular man in a strangely color shirt of chain who was fighting bare-handed. Kirsh was nowhere to be seen. Rhiannon and Quinn were both badly hurt, and it was clear Rhiannon was nearing her breaking point.</p><p></p><p>Thalas whispered another arcane word of power he'd finally mastered just the day before, gesturing first at Rhiannon and then at Athal. There was a blue flash, and suddenly Athal stood where Rhiannon had. The elf laughed maniacally as the triumphant grin faded from the muscular man's face, just before Athal ran him through. </p><p></p><p>Athal was just kicking the twitching body from his sword when Arjan stabbed the remaining thief, and the sounds of battle faded. They were victorious, though the mysterious beauty had escaped. </p><p></p><p>Morderas got to work searching the bedroom that was attached to the sitting room, as Athal and Kithkanan piled the bodies and Quinn collected valuables from the shelves. Thalas concentrated, searching for magical auras, and located one on the bone wand on the floor that the woman had dropped in her retreat, one coming from the collar on the dinosaur's neck, and another on the armor the strange muscular man wore. He pointed these out and the items were collected.</p><p></p><p>"What happened to Kirsh?" Thalas asked, looking around.</p><p></p><p>"He turned into that man," Rhiannon said, pointing at the dead man whose armor they had just stripped off. "He had some sort of magical illusion disguising him."</p><p></p><p>"We're rich! We're wealthy! We're comfortably well off!" came Morderas' shout from the other room. The other rushed to see what he was gloating over.</p><p></p><p>Morderas had uncovered a couple of large chests. One held a collection of rare perfumes, some of which would bring an enormous price in the right market. But more impressive was a large collection of jewelry and several silk bags containing what Thalas estimated must be close to ten thousand platinum dragons. Added to the riches from the other room -- three finely crafted statues, two coffers of jewelry, some fine silk, and a collection of erotic novels that Arjan was flipping through hungrily, and they had quite a haul. Which almost made up for the fact that they'd explored the entire complex and hadn't found Vanthus.</p><p></p><p>"Those bags bear the Vanderboren seal," Athal pointed out. "That's Lavinia's missing wealth. We'll have to return it."</p><p></p><p>Thalas considered that the look on Morderas' face was almost worth the loss of ten thousand platinum dragons. Almost.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 3904178, member: 5868"] They formed a line across the room, with Morderas and Thalas in the back row, and Rhiannon and Quinn fighting whomever it was out in the hallway. Athal met the charge of the raptor, narrowly avoiding the creature's teeth, while Kithkanan and Arjan each engaged a thief. Thalas gripped his glaive and channeled, preparing a devastating strike on the dinosaur. Morderas dodged and tumbled past the front line, performing a kip-up to stand behind on of the thieves, between the thief and his mistress, and stabbed backward, dropping the man with one blow. "How do you like us now?" he sneered at the woman. In response, she stopped her screeching, pulled a bone wand from some pocket, and with a deft flick and word of power caused the thief Morderas had just killed to rise to his feet and resume the attack. Some of Morderas' bravado faded at that. "[i]Fuego![/i]" Thalas intoned, and his glaive burst into flame as he smote the raptor with all of his might. The creature shrieked in pain as the flaming blade sliced and burned through muscle, sinew, and bone, but the animal did not have to suffer long -- Athal pierced it through the heart and it fell. The woman gasped in shock, dropped the wand, and fumbled in her pouch, withdrawing a small vial. Holding it to her lips, she downed the contents, and her form dissolved immediately into mist which seeped backward through the back wall of the room, disappearing. "Come back and fight, bitch!" Morderas shouted -- but she was gone. Kithkanan and Arjan were still engaged with the remaining thief, so Thalas turned to look back out the doorway. Rhiannon and Quinn were engaged with a swarthy, muscular man in a strangely color shirt of chain who was fighting bare-handed. Kirsh was nowhere to be seen. Rhiannon and Quinn were both badly hurt, and it was clear Rhiannon was nearing her breaking point. Thalas whispered another arcane word of power he'd finally mastered just the day before, gesturing first at Rhiannon and then at Athal. There was a blue flash, and suddenly Athal stood where Rhiannon had. The elf laughed maniacally as the triumphant grin faded from the muscular man's face, just before Athal ran him through. Athal was just kicking the twitching body from his sword when Arjan stabbed the remaining thief, and the sounds of battle faded. They were victorious, though the mysterious beauty had escaped. Morderas got to work searching the bedroom that was attached to the sitting room, as Athal and Kithkanan piled the bodies and Quinn collected valuables from the shelves. Thalas concentrated, searching for magical auras, and located one on the bone wand on the floor that the woman had dropped in her retreat, one coming from the collar on the dinosaur's neck, and another on the armor the strange muscular man wore. He pointed these out and the items were collected. "What happened to Kirsh?" Thalas asked, looking around. "He turned into that man," Rhiannon said, pointing at the dead man whose armor they had just stripped off. "He had some sort of magical illusion disguising him." "We're rich! We're wealthy! We're comfortably well off!" came Morderas' shout from the other room. The other rushed to see what he was gloating over. Morderas had uncovered a couple of large chests. One held a collection of rare perfumes, some of which would bring an enormous price in the right market. But more impressive was a large collection of jewelry and several silk bags containing what Thalas estimated must be close to ten thousand platinum dragons. Added to the riches from the other room -- three finely crafted statues, two coffers of jewelry, some fine silk, and a collection of erotic novels that Arjan was flipping through hungrily, and they had quite a haul. Which almost made up for the fact that they'd explored the entire complex and hadn't found Vanthus. "Those bags bear the Vanderboren seal," Athal pointed out. "That's Lavinia's missing wealth. We'll have to return it." Thalas considered that the look on Morderas' face was almost worth the loss of ten thousand platinum dragons. Almost. [/QUOTE]
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