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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6994669" data-attributes="member: 20323">The points Ankabut strikes cause the wiry man to seize up and then topple over unconscious, his body draped against the railing of the overlook like a drunk who should have made it home to bed hours ago. [GM]Mysterious reasons roll <a href="http://roll.coyotecode.net/lookup.php?rollid=148437" target="_blank">_: 1D20+4 = [15]+4 = 19</a>Make a Wisdom (Insight) check   [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] to ascertain information/stats about the man from your surprise attack. There is a certain intimacy in the work of a holy slayer, allowing Ankabut to know her targets like no others.[/GM]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/gtRZcna.png[/align]Shrugging off the heat with a wave of his hand, Suelasta looks about for something to busy himself with. Finding no work within reach, he motions with his kerchief to the giant scorpion, wagging his finger at it, and offering a disarming smile to Akilah for preventing disaster. "It's always the quiet ones I have to look out for..."Taken aback at Kaniel's directness, Suelasta is clearly flustered, his already flush cheeks turning a shade of crimson. "Well, that is, well, hmph! So fortunate are we that the Grand Caliph's mamluks are best put to the task of quoting aphorisms, rather than protecting merchants! There may have been some dealings that stretched the law, yes, but show me a merchant with clean hands and I'll show you a liar or a fool going out of business. Why, half the regulations on conduct of zookeepers in Tajar I've penned with my own hand because there were no regulations before! And now everyone and his house monkey is a critic! Leave the beasts be, they say, it's safer for everyone. Should the First Caliph then have left the Scrolls of the Loregiver in the cave where he found them? No! We are explorers! Pioneers! I provide a service, I say, a service!" Wheezing terribly in his excitement, Suelasta nearly forgets to breath and must muffle his coughs with his kerchief.[/SECTION][SBLOCK=Salahuddin]Easifa returns to Salahuddin's side, a subtle trail of oats and dried apples trailing from where the invisible djinnling was snacking upon animal feed. Telepathically: Nothing out of the ordinary, master, save for bottles of marked poison in the house. May I suggest not accepting any food or drink from this pompous poisoner who surely intends treachery? The brazen fool thinks so much of himself he *marks* his poison for all the world to see. Suddenly realizing that he'd been contradicting his own advice, Easifa spits out a bit of dried apples distastefully between Sinjin' feet.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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