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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 7914308" data-attributes="member: 2012">&quot;Do your worst, half-human!&quot; Roobite gurgles out. Blood seeps out of his burnt flesh around Caerth's fingers and foam drips from his beak. &quot;I cannot live like this... my feather's burnt. What female would want me now. Finish what the elf started.&quot; He looks at Phar.&quot;Ha! I am just a male warrior. The females rule my people. They say we need to be allies to Malotoch's two-legged worshipers. It is not for me to question.&quot; Roobite winces under Caerth's grip. &quot;Now kill me. All I can hope for is that Malotoch will take me into her maw, burnt flesh and all.&quot;Roobite's features glaze over and his eyes roll into the back of his head. &quot;Do all two-legs talk this much.&quot; He looks at Quinn with a reddened eye, burnt flesh around it. &quot;I am already near death. Strike me and I will bleed out all that is left.&quot; He tries to caw. &quot;Or the half-human will squeeze out the last of my blood. It doesn't matter. I have nothing left in this condition. Even magical healing will leave me scarred and featherless.&quot;He looks at Caerth with his other eye, milky and filling with blood. &quot;Kill me.&quot; The rook gasps. &quot;Please.&quot;&quot;Just put him out of his misery, lad.&quot; Timmins says. &quot;He's not going to tell us anything unless we can heal him with more powerful magic. And we don't have the resources or time.&quot;&quot;We could feed him a potion and force him to live. That might be a better punishment,&quot; Quinten suggests. &quot;He is too eager to die.&quot;&quot;We need to do what's right for us, not him,&quot; Gareth adds putting a hand on Caerth's shoulder. &quot;If you're going to kill him, at least untie him first. Give him a chance to defend himself, if that is his choice.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 7914308, member: 2012"] "Do your worst, half-human!" Roobite gurgles out. Blood seeps out of his burnt flesh around Caerth's fingers and foam drips from his beak. "I cannot live like this... my feather's burnt. What female would want me now. Finish what the elf started." He looks at Phar. "Ha! I am just a male warrior. The females rule my people. They say we need to be allies to Malotoch's two-legged worshipers. It is not for me to question." Roobite winces under Caerth's grip. "Now kill me. All I can hope for is that Malotoch will take me into her maw, burnt flesh and all." Roobite's features glaze over and his eyes roll into the back of his head. "Do all two-legs talk this much." He looks at Quinn with a reddened eye, burnt flesh around it. "I am already near death. Strike me and I will bleed out all that is left." He tries to caw. "Or the half-human will squeeze out the last of my blood. It doesn't matter. I have nothing left in this condition. Even magical healing will leave me scarred and featherless." He looks at Caerth with his other eye, milky and filling with blood. "Kill me." The rook gasps. "Please." "Just put him out of his misery, lad." Timmins says. "He's not going to tell us anything unless we can heal him with more powerful magic. And we don't have the resources or time." "We could feed him a potion and force him to live. That might be a better punishment," Quinten suggests. "He is too eager to die." "We need to do what's right for us, not him," Gareth adds putting a hand on Caerth's shoulder. "If you're going to kill him, at least untie him first. Give him a chance to defend himself, if that is his choice." [/QUOTE]

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