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<blockquote data-quote="OneCrappy DM" data-source="post: 9818964" data-attributes="member: 7033788">Wawaate[SPOILER=&quot;Roll Results&quot;]Bluff vs Sense Motive +5 for it being a little hard to believe.[/SPOILER]Only a fool or someone not to be messed with would walk up on the tip of a blade surrounded by ten ruffians, the cold blue light you cast earlier still clung on your body, your muscles poise a frosty disposition, and the glint in your eyes staggers back the thug. &quot;Might of diced it on this Iceberk&quot; one of the starved men gets out. The leader puts down the blade &quot;Styx it.&quot; he spits on the ground, &quot; You ain't worth countin' portals&quot;The ruffians leave without taking your coin, this place isn't like your home but Negafook still grants you his strength. The young orphaned girl with sharp eyes and tangled copper curls of hair steps back out of the shadows, &quot;Them thugs called you an Iceberk&quot; she says cutting through the noise of the street, &quot;you asked about the wintercourt, ya blittzin'?&quot; she pauses eyes flicking down the road &quot;Do You need a Tout?&quot; Sounds like an offer of some sort.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="OneCrappy DM, post: 9818964, member: 7033788"] [B]Wawaate[/B] [SPOILER="Roll Results"]Bluff vs Sense Motive +5 for it being a little hard to believe.[/SPOILER] Only a fool or someone not to be messed with would walk up on the tip of a blade surrounded by ten ruffians, the cold blue light you cast earlier still clung on your body, your muscles poise a frosty disposition, and the glint in your eyes staggers back the thug. [COLOR=rgb(65, 168, 95)]"Might of diced it on this Iceberk"[/COLOR] one of the starved men gets out. The leader puts down the blade [COLOR=rgb(184, 49, 47)]"Styx it." [/COLOR]he spits on the ground, [COLOR=rgb(184, 49, 47)]" You ain't worth countin' portals"[/COLOR] The ruffians leave without taking your coin, this place isn't like your home but Negafook still grants you his strength. The young orphaned girl with sharp eyes and tangled copper curls of hair steps back out of the shadows, [COLOR=rgb(44, 130, 201)]"Them thugs called you an Iceberk"[/COLOR] she says cutting through the noise of the street, [COLOR=rgb(44, 130, 201)]"you asked about the wintercourt, ya blittzin'?" [/COLOR]she pauses eyes flicking down the road[COLOR=rgb(44, 130, 201)] "Do You need a Tout?" [/COLOR]Sounds like an offer of some sort. [/QUOTE]

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