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<blockquote data-quote="Kelleris" data-source="post: 2192118" data-attributes="member: 19130">Initiative:Narine/Dros:20Boomers: 20Feiran and Terak: 19Adinal: 19Cagthail: 17Ilmordan and Summoned Beasties: 16Illira: 14Animal Control Squad: 14Mob Swarm: 12Ilmordan and Runehounds:Suddenly, the far side of the Sheets explodes into an inferno.&nbsp; Greenish-yellow tentacles of flame lash the area as though part of a living being bent on destruction, smashing windows and setting buildings alight.&nbsp; The air sizzles with heat, and the light drizzle of rain instantly evaporates into an indistinct mist.&nbsp; The mud under your feet dries and cracks somewhat from the heat, which immediately causes you to start sweating.&nbsp; You can only imagine how terrible the destruction is amongst the unseen mob, the Sheets' customers...&nbsp; And Feiran.Illira: [sblock] Ilmordan's spell (for who else could be responsible) reminds you of a fire storm.&nbsp; But you've never seen a spell so actively malevolent before. [/sblock]Feiran: [sblock] Bet you're glad you've got an antimagic field up, eh?Ilmordan falls unconscious or dead at your feet, blood leaking from his fingers, eyes, and ears, though the cloak still conceals his identity.&nbsp; Most of the crowd is incinerated, though a few members lie moaning with pain amongst the carnage.&nbsp; The Sheets' front facade has been scorched beyond recognition, and only its thick walls prevented the deaths of dozens from the blaze.&nbsp; Still, several waiters trying to hold the crowd back have been badly burned, and lie on the ground with a nasty green pus oozing from their wounds. [/sblock]Illira, you're next.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Kelleris, post: 2192118, member: 19130"] [SIZE=1][U]Initiative:[/U] Narine/Dros:20 Boomers: 20 Feiran and Terak: 19 Adinal: 19 Cagthail: 17 Ilmordan and Summoned Beasties: 16 Illira: 14 Animal Control Squad: 14 Mob Swarm: 12[/SIZE] [U]Ilmordan and Runehounds:[/U] Suddenly, the far side of the Sheets explodes into an inferno. Greenish-yellow tentacles of flame lash the area as though part of a living being bent on destruction, smashing windows and setting buildings alight. The air sizzles with heat, and the light drizzle of rain instantly evaporates into an indistinct mist. The mud under your feet dries and cracks somewhat from the heat, which immediately causes you to start sweating. You can only imagine how terrible the destruction is amongst the unseen mob, the Sheets' customers... And Feiran. Illira: [sblock] Ilmordan's spell (for who else could be responsible) reminds you of a [I]fire storm[/I]. But you've never seen a spell so actively malevolent before. [/sblock] Feiran: [sblock] Bet you're glad you've got an [I]antimagic field[/I] up, eh? Ilmordan falls unconscious or dead at your feet, blood leaking from his fingers, eyes, and ears, though the cloak still conceals his identity. Most of the crowd is incinerated, though a few members lie moaning with pain amongst the carnage. The Sheets' front facade has been scorched beyond recognition, and only its thick walls prevented the deaths of dozens from the blaze. Still, several waiters trying to hold the crowd back have been badly burned, and lie on the ground with a nasty green pus oozing from their wounds. [/sblock] Illira, you're next. [/QUOTE]

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