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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1247618" data-attributes="member: 2292">Ask and you shall receive <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />____________Amarin smiles, his eyes suddenly flashing with white fire as he concentrates.  The psion’s skin takes on a silvery sheen before there is a loud pop.  Standing on the table, crouched directly in front of Yip, is a three-foot tall kobold crafted from translucent silvery slime.  Yip jumps, his seat falling back as he drops into a defensive stance.  As he watches, the silvery kobold slowly grows wings, then launches itself into the air where it hovers and stares down at the startles Yip.  Slowly the features of the hovering kobold shift and warp until they match Yip’s own.“Astral construct,” Amarin says proudly.Yip studies the construct carefully, his eyes flaring as he recognizes the features.“Amarin try to make Yip mad,” he snarls.  “Or Amarin not that smart?”“Pardon?” Amarin looks confused.Blarth reaches over and pokes a finger at the hovering construct.  The construct is squishy to touch, his finger disappearing into its bulk.  When Blarth jerks his hand back, a thin layer of ectoplasm covers his finger.“Yuk,” Blarth says, sniffing at the ectoplasm.  “Feel like snot.”“Just don’t lick it then,” Halgo reminds him.“OK, let me get this right,” Geoffrey says.  “You can make little gray men out of snot.”“It’s interesting though,” Halgo points out.  “He didn’t use magic.”“On up side,” Blarth says, scratching his head.  “Now Yip can mate.”“Shut up, Blarth.”Yip moves closer to the hovering construct, standing on his chair to reach it.  His moves are measured, careful to avoid alarming the strange being, until he’s close enough to touch it.  He pokes the construct carefully.  It doesn’t react.He lashes out with both hands, attempting to shove it away.  Yip moves fast, but the construct seems to be faster.  Even as his hands shoot forward, it launches itself straight up and out of his grasp.  Yip snarls, preparing to jump after it, but the construct has already wheeled around in mid-air and launched itself at the kobold.  It darts past the monk’s defenses, using his lack of preparation against him, and tackles Yip to the floor.  There is a loud clatter as the chair goes flying.“Yip, that not how you mate,” Blarth offers blithely.“You know, I’m worried that Blarth knows how Yip’s mate,” Geoffrey offers.“Blarth knows how everything mates,” Blarth says proudly.“More than we wanted to know.”Amarin starts humming to himself as the construct and the kobold tussle on the floor.  Yip has the advantage of training and weight, but the construct uses its wings to maintain leverage.  It pins him on the floor, ignoring the awkward flail of his fists as he tries to push it off.  Finally, he lashes out with his tail, plunging it deep into the constructs head.  There is a sucking noise as he pulls it free, and the constructs features look distorted and wavy in the aftermath of his attack.  The construct retaliates with a fist of its own, but Yip’s attack has left it confused and it smashes a blow into the floor instead.“You may wish to cease and desist,” Geoffrey mentions to Amarain.  “Or it could be the last thing you’ll ever do.”“Once Yip kill silver-kobold,” Yip grunts, finally succeeding in pushing the construct off him.  “Yip going to kill you.”The small kobold throws a flurry of fists at the construct, many of them hitting it with loud splats that cause ectoplasm to splash across the room.  “Really, perhaps you’d better stop now,” Geoffrey suggests.“But he looks like he’s having such fun,” Amarin says.  “Are you having fun little fellow.”Yip launches a flying kick at the construct, which dodges out of the way.  His face is covered with ectoplasm, and occasionally he’s forced to snort to clear his nasal passages.  His teeth are bared, and he makes small shrieks of frustration as yet another strike misses its target.“See, he’s having fun.”“Enough,” Geoffrey says.  The cleric pulls a mace from his belt and steps across the room.  As the construct and Yip circle one another, he hammers the mace hard on the constructs head.  The entire construct shimmers, then slowly melts away.</blockquote>

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