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<blockquote data-quote="Rkhet" data-source="post: 2976852" data-attributes="member: 31318">You move to cast your first spell, but nothing happens.[/ooc: your quickened MD fizzles and is wasted.&nbsp; I will assume that you do not follow through.]The healer does not seem to have noticed.&quot;Knowledge is power, and power carries a price.&nbsp; Ask again when you can afford payment.&quot;&quot;Very well, then.&nbsp; Farewell, and try not to die again too soon.&quot;The healer produces what looks like a finger-bone.&nbsp; He snaps it in half, and you are overcome with dizziness.&nbsp; Your eyes fail, and for a moment you have the sensation of falling at high speed......Then you are standing on solid ground.&nbsp; The noonday sun shines down on you with a pleasant warmth.&nbsp; It feels like you have always been standing here.&nbsp; Memories of where you were before threatens to fade away, and you have to struggle to hold on to them.You realize that you are standing on the pavement of a bustling street. Peddlers lined the sidewalk and people milled about them, conversing and haggling, creating the sort of ambient noise common to markets. Strange and ungent aromas filled the air, and you can hear in the distance the rowdy music of pan pipes.The people around you go about their business, paying you no attention.&nbsp; It seems that no-one is surprised by your sudden appearance.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rkhet, post: 2976852, member: 31318"] You move to cast your first spell, but nothing happens. [/ooc: your quickened MD fizzles and is wasted. I will assume that you do not follow through.] The healer does not seem to have noticed. "Knowledge is power, and power carries a price. Ask again when you can afford payment." "Very well, then. Farewell, and try not to die again too soon." The healer produces what looks like a finger-bone. He snaps it in half, and you are overcome with dizziness. Your eyes fail, and for a moment you have the sensation of falling at high speed... ...Then you are standing on solid ground. The noonday sun shines down on you with a pleasant warmth. It feels like you have always been standing here. Memories of where you were before threatens to fade away, and you have to struggle to hold on to them. You realize that you are standing on the pavement of a bustling street. Peddlers lined the sidewalk and people milled about them, conversing and haggling, creating the sort of ambient noise common to markets. Strange and ungent aromas filled the air, and you can hear in the distance the rowdy music of pan pipes. The people around you go about their business, paying you no attention. It seems that no-one is surprised by your sudden appearance. [/QUOTE]

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