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<blockquote data-quote="Anabstercorian" data-source="post: 68365" data-attributes="member: 2550">My own little role playing.Somewhere deep beneath the godspires, the sound of thunder is heard.In one of the largest of the Solistarim's caverns, Anabstercorian is engaged in training with the best and brightest of his warriors.&nbsp; He is a target, powerful rays of all kinds ricocheting off of his dweomer-shielded form, his eyes wide with amusement.&lt;&lt; Come on, you silly mammals, hit me!&nbsp; I'm not moving all that fast. &gt;&gt;Lightning bolts and rays of fire and beams of energy blast towards him, only to sputter and ricochet from his magical shielding.&lt;&lt; Good, good.&nbsp; You show promise.&nbsp; Now, keep attacking! &gt;&gt;With a thought Anabstercorian sends pain shooting through their bodies, manifesting Mass Recall Agony.&nbsp; The mages wince, some fall to their knees, but a few merely scream and unleash more arcane power.&nbsp; Anabstercorian slowly hovers to the floor, nodding.&lt;&lt; Better.&nbsp; But still, too many of you cannot fight the pain.&nbsp; You must grow stronger. &gt;&gt;Turning on his heel he floats out the door, enjoying the effects of a Persistent Fly, and seeks out his slime pools, peeling off his magical items and sliding in to the bilious muck, closing his eyes, and thinking...The Great Kingdom of Aerdi had been properly chastised for its foolishness.&nbsp; Kas still lived, and Vecna still lived, and neither of them held grudges against him.&nbsp; No one had attempted to assault his fortresses yet.&nbsp; Things were going well.Blasted Angels.&nbsp; He'll show them yet...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Anabstercorian, post: 68365, member: 2550"] [b]My own little role playing.[/b] Somewhere deep beneath the godspires, the sound of thunder is heard. In one of the largest of the Solistarim's caverns, Anabstercorian is engaged in training with the best and brightest of his warriors. He is a target, powerful rays of all kinds ricocheting off of his dweomer-shielded form, his eyes wide with amusement. << Come on, you silly mammals, hit me! I'm not moving all that fast. >> Lightning bolts and rays of fire and beams of energy blast towards him, only to sputter and ricochet from his magical shielding. << Good, good. You show promise. Now, keep attacking! >> With a thought Anabstercorian sends pain shooting through their bodies, manifesting Mass Recall Agony. The mages wince, some fall to their knees, but a few merely scream and unleash more arcane power. Anabstercorian slowly hovers to the floor, nodding. << Better. But still, too many of you cannot fight the pain. You must grow stronger. >> Turning on his heel he floats out the door, enjoying the effects of a Persistent Fly, and seeks out his slime pools, peeling off his magical items and sliding in to the bilious muck, closing his eyes, and thinking... The Great Kingdom of Aerdi had been properly chastised for its foolishness. Kas still lived, and Vecna still lived, and neither of them held grudges against him. No one had attempted to assault his fortresses yet. Things were going well. Blasted Angels. He'll show them yet... [/QUOTE]

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