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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 9000225" data-attributes="member: 6804768">Falen:Falen, wary of the beggar, hears the shouting echoing off the building.  Clearly doing this diplomatically and quietly is a waste of time.  The city is splitting its seams. “A moment, Sir.” Falen says politely to the beggar.  Focused, he moves quickly to the opposite side of Tymbeck to the corner of the building (15’), winking at Tym with one finger  up as if he’d casually come upon a new idea.“One moment.” In a single breath, time slows to a crawl for Falen.  He whispers the quickest of spells, no components, and only a twitch of his finger, a divination that grants him an immediate framework for sizing up a target, even if that that target appears in his vision for but a moment.  The last 5 feet to the corner, time still crawling, he simultaneously draws Fallen Star, his magical obsidian blade, and invokes a spell to launch it the distance to the targets as he peers around the corner.  He grits his teeth and throws the blade.  He knew the minute it left his fingers.  He smiled.  Nathanial Aceron would be known as a helluva shot, even if a bit of a turdnugget. The dwarf and one of his companions saw the blade an instant before it hit him.  For a moment, he saw fear whirling toward him.  He felt pain, and then the heat.  Nobody else within eyeshot of the dwarf, not the Loyalists, the mercenaries, nor even his own Exemplars or the Elite Guard, saw the dagger.  Nor did they see the thrower.  They simply saw the fireball envelop the mercenaries and the dwarf. “Go kick rocks, you court jester,” Falen mumbles, pulling back behind the wall as the dagger returns to his hand and into its sheath.  He smiles at Tymbeck and the beggar, “It appears we have company.  So we’ll have to make this quick.  Where were we?”  Notes:  OOC thread has rolls.  Confirmed Critical Hit.</blockquote>

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