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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1102262" data-attributes="member: 12631">Gornrig screamed in agony as Coel's arrow tore cleanly through the string-wrapped sack he, used as a shoe, through his foot and ino the dirt below, sliding in up to the fletchings in a mouse's heartbeat.[Aside] The chap who plays Coel and I have been RPG'ing together for about ten years, in more systems than I can name. In that time, we've got to know each other's PC and GM styles pretty well. Then he does something like this  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />  *Bam*  In one action, a minor, disposable, nuisance NPC becomes a lifelong nemisis with a damn good grudge to hold. Sometimes, I love this game  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> [/aside]"MY - FAAAARGHHHH !" Gornrig gasped, droping to his knees, scrabbling at the arrow buried deep in his flesh.Coel turned icily to the four guards who now moved forward, clubs raised warily to take down the attacker."Leave. Him. Alone" he drawled, another arrow resting in his bow, half drawn, ready.The four guards, as one, swallowed, glanced at each other, then backed away, endeavouring to look harmless.Coel turned his back on them, ignoring Gornrig's howls and Daenil's admiring gaze. He hated doing favours for fools who couldn't repay them. He relaxed the bowstring, then slung his prized weapon back over his shoulder.Coel sauntered his way through the camp, determined not to help anyone else today. He cast barely a glance at the scrawny old man in a filthy grey tunic who struggled to drag a hefty black pig across the street, while it tried to burrow its snout after some morsel in the mud. A brace of malnourished children laughed and threw pebbles at the old codger, who in turn promised to feed them to the witch-queen of the elves.Passing a woman who struggled to pull her much-patched sheets from the ground to the clothes line, Coel arrived at the large, octagonal pavillion that served as commander Banedren's headquarters. In front of the tent, a set of weapon racks stood almost empty, save for a few clubs and crude spears.Banedren's deep, lordly voice sounded from inside. "...as you can imagine, the problems are worse now that we're spread over a hundred-mile front. Even food and water is damnably hard to distribute over that kind of range, so I can't see how..."Coel ducked under the tent flap, and stepped into the tent. Commander Banedren stooped over the table in the middle of the pavillion, looking up from the assorted maps and charts apread acoss the table. He was a tall, imposing man in his later years (as such things were reckoned in the Last Age), with a beard braided in the Dornish style, and one gauntleted hand resting on the pommel of his sword. To one side of the table, leaning back slightly in her chair, was a woman. Surely an elven woman, Coel thought. She wore a night-dark cloak of some soft material that seemed to lie as soft as velvet shadows, trimmed with silver. The smooth planes of her face seeming to be chiseled from alabaster, youthful yet ageless. A wisp of silvery-blond hair curled out from under her hood, while her crystal blue eys glinted at Coel. She eyed him for a moment, studying, weighing, then her eyes turned back to gaze into space. One hand rested on her sword belt, while the other held a pipe to her elegant lips. The pipe itself was unusual: the long, thin stem ended in a wooden bowl the size of a man's fist, carved into the visage of a bizarre monster, with one great eyes, a wide, toothy maw and several small tentacles spaced around it's circular body. Pale smoke curled out of the bowl."Ahh... Coel," Banedren nodded, straightening. "I heard... trouble outside...?"Coel shook his head. "One of the guards decided to start a fight. I ended it."Banedren scowled, but then nodded resignedly "Aye. Well." He motioned Coel closer, and gestured to one of the maps...</blockquote>

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