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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 4965065" data-attributes="member: 17691">The half-elven woman allows herself to pulled to the ground. She seems slightly alarmed at the sound of Girri's chanting but relaxes when she hears the priestess invoke the blessing of Pharasma on her behalf. "You're... You're a nun?" As if suddenly reminded of something, the woman reaches down to her waist and strokes the leather of her belt while quietly intoning a few mystic syllables. Then, fumbling momentarily to find it, the young mage grasps Girri's forearm. For a brief moment the harrower feels as if her body is being squeezed all over by an invisible vise. Then, just as suddenly, the pressure ceases. The woman smiles blindly at Girri. "To keep you safe too."Over at the dais, the eyepatch sporting woman smiles broadly as she leans down, pulls the thin gossamer fabric free of the chains and bundles it up quickly. "Come to mama..." She then turns, hops down off of the dais, puckers her lips towards the mage at her side and begins making her way through the confused crowd towards the front doors of the gaming hall.The mage smirks and follows in her wake while fiddling with something at his belt. Pausing halfway to the door, the man turns and gesticulates towards the dais while intoning a brief incantation. His actions cause the door to the imp's gilded cage to pop open.The imp blinks confusedly for a moment before his face contorts in rage. Spitting vile insults to all present, the tiny devil bursts from his enclosure and tumbles recklessly through the air around the dais.Meanwhile, the thugs continue their teeming assault on the hall's dwindling defenders. One succeeds at parrying the sole attacking bouncer's attack and then ripostes by slamming his sap soundly on the side of the man's head; sending him sprawling to the floor. With little mercy, the rest of the thugs move through the crowd so as to surround the two remaining, disoriented bouncers left standing; one at the dais and the other near the front doors.Most people in the crowd continue to cower on the floor, rub their eyes or fumble and trip over other blinded patrons.OOC: We're now halfway through the third round of combat.Initiative:Mage 22Thugs 22Imp 22Girri 18Woman 17Bouncers 1<img src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/8839/goldgoblin3.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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