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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 9048363" data-attributes="member: 6804768">Falen:  “Who the hell is guildmaster whoever-you-said?  You attacked us, you half-wit!  We came to look for candles and ask some questions.”  Falen feigns indignation as he moves in a semi-circle north-northwest-southwest to corral the sorceress back toward the other enemy combatants.  He hears the sound of something coming.  He needs to down this one or push her back before whatever gets here gets here.   He’s hurting from his wounds and the stings from her spell.  He feels a vinegar taste in his throat as he deftly fights off the redoubt of the poison that he’d been struck with earlier.  He slashes the sorceress in a glancing blow off her head, leaving her bloodied.  It could have been a grievous wound but for the protection magic clearly being imbued by their cleric. Thinking to himself: “There are indeed a lot of these, paid, charmed, or true believers.“ He shakes off the poison and hocks a nasty spit away from the side of his mouth as he lunges.  A trickle runs down his chin.  He sees the Butcher come out of the warehouse. Thinking again to himself.   “Tunnels.  We did this the wrong way.  Two dimensional thinking is going to kill us all.”  The Butcher is babbling on about Tym.  Falen isn’t familiar with the spell he casts, though he sees him do it.  He hears the monster coming from farther away again.  It sound large.  We are running out of time.</blockquote>

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