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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 547121" data-attributes="member: 1210">Angel vs. an angel!The Wild Berry Inn is a nice one, with clean rooms, decent food and a pleasing location in the upper class borough of Pesh City.  Angel and Sybele are fast asleep; it’s the middle of the night.  Angel dreams of his father, who has regained much of his sanity in the last half-decade since being rescued from the depths of Firestorm Peak.  Sybele dreams of her four-year-old half-dragon daughter, safely placed in the monastery of the Danger Elves on Tirchond.  Deep into the night they rest-Suddenly they both awaken to a thundering loud voice.  “SERVANTS OF CHAOS, SHOW YOURSELVES!!” it cries.  The sound of large wings beats just outside their curtained second-story windows.  Both of our heroes spring up and out of bed immediately, long-trained reflexes snapping them upright.  Angel strides to his window, drawing out his gleaming falchion and throwing the curtains open.  Hanging in the air before their windows is a golden-skinned winged man with a flaming sword- an angel to confront Angel.  The psychic warrior springs into the window sill and strikes at the flying figure before running down the wall and assuming a fighting stance.  “Well, come on, then,” he yells up at it.Sybele, meanwhile, has whipped out her bow and quiver and nocked an arrow.  She sights and lets fly- but as she does, she feels a large blade slam her from behind, and she twists and rolls with the force of it.  Turning as she feels the blood seep from her shoulder, she sees a strange large blue ogrish creature with horns and a huge blade.  Its hair seems arranged in perfect patterns.The angel swoops down, his blade whistling as he hacks at Angel, and steel rings as the two duel back and forth for a moment, but then the winged deva backs off slightly and speaks a holy word.  Angel cries out as his eyesight and hearing fade; meanwhile, in Sybele’s room, the archer clambers out the window, suffering another ringing blow as she does so, and scrambles up to the roof.  Fortunately, her psionic abilities prevent her from falling, but then she hears the deva’s word and screams in pain as her ears go numb.  She realizes that she can’t hear, and glaring down at the winged form, she decides that enough is enough.  Arrows sing as they slice through the air towards the lawful angel, bursting into flames as they hit.  The deva’s head whips around to stare at her, and its magnificent gold wings beat as it charges her.  She has only a moment to brace herself before it slams into her with a flaming blade, slashing at her arm and side, striking a terrible and telling blow.  Angel is clueless.  He swings her falchion through the air near him to no avail, then drinks a potion and stands ready.  Everything looks white- he can’t see or hear, he’s disoriented, he doesn’t know where to attack- but he’s ready if he can get a target.Atop the Inn, the archer has retreated and fired a peppering of arrows at the deva, dropping it, but then the blue-skinned horned ogre appears from nowhere, slashing at her again.  She groans, backing off further and shaking her head, trying to escape down the wall with her psionic spider climb.  The blue-skinned creature advances, every hair perfectly in place, and unleashes a cone of cold at Angel’s obviously fiery self.  On the ground, he grits his teeth together and manages to tough it out.  Finally his vision’s starting to clear.  His head snaps up, blinking away particles of frost, and he sees his enemy atop the roof.  With a hoarse cry, Angel charges up the wall and swings!  Blood flies in a fan-shaped spray.  They struggle, with Sybele retreating and drinking a potion to restore some of her lost strength.  The ogrish being tries to force Angel off the edge of the roof, and for a moment it looks like he’ll succeed- but then our hero’s blade flashes again, and the blue creature stiffens and slides to the ground, its throat slit.The two adventurers look around for any sign of other adversaries, eyes wild.  They’ve both fought the forces of Law before, and they know that those forces often come in numbers.  They see no sign of further enemies, but-“Good evening,” comes a voice.A small, weasely man emerges from a nearby alley.  He’s nondescript, with reddish-brown hair and no obvious weapons or armor.  His hair’s slicked back and he wears a stylish black scarf.“Please,” says the man, “come with me.”Angel and Sybele look at one another.  “Who are you?” asks Angel.The man smiles ingratiatingly.  “I’m just here to bring you to some associates of mine.  They have a favor to ask of you.  Please, come with me.”  The man starts walking away.After a moment’s hesitation our heroes follow...</blockquote>

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