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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 4712048" data-attributes="member: 51271">The wounded Calishite finally stood up. He had an arrow stuck in his forearm, and it was bleeding, but the physical pain he was feeling was nothing compared with what he had lost a few hours before. He shouted a silent pain scream as he stood up, holding himself with the staff in his right hand. His left arm hangs motionless from his shoulder, dripping little blood, since most of it is absorbed by his wide and heavy blue tunic. Jasmar, his toad familiar, made some tumbles a top of his master's shoulder to avoid falling. Abde'Ragman was a big guy, towering up to 1,8 meters; at least very tall for his people. His tanned skin has the scent of the sand deserts, and his once shiny green eyes are now wet and full of dirt. The wizard has a long beard, that's now stained and glued with his and his enemies' blood, that almost reaches his underbelly. His boots, bracer and staff are highly decorated, but the fight ad the run made them look dirty and worn out.His head is decorated with a turban with a gem and a feather in front of it.Abde'Ragman's spellbook hangs with a chain at his right side. The toad on his shoulder is of a light brown colour, rough in aspect. It keeps croaking, as if cheering his master up, to keep walking, since it seems the man finds it quite difficult. Stomping heavily, helping himself with his staff, the wizard advances through the markets, searching some kind of officer, or someone who looks capable of helping him. Each step, he closes his eyes painfully."Please... I need help... please..." he man says as loud as he can, as he wonders the dusty streets. The toad keeps filling his throat with air and emitting soundly croaks.</blockquote>

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