EvilMountainDew
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Is all of the fighting done?
Shades of Netheril (Forgotten Realms) (268)
- Thread starter Felvon Tavor
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National Acrobat
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Arcanra, upon hearing that the fighting has ended, will proceed outside and prepare my diplomacy skills for whatever questions that the town or local militia/leader type will have. I will also cast my last cure light wounds upon myself if no one else needs it.
djrdjmsqrd
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Yeah...back!
Gavin watches as the arrow bits into the exposed flank of his foe. Laughing to himself as the creature falls to the ground...Damn, thats funny...
As the creature falls to the ground with a sick sounding noise, Gavin approaches the fallen. "I think this one is dead." States Gavin.
OOC: Kill it if it's not dead, then search the body well for prizes (;p).
Gavin watches as the arrow bits into the exposed flank of his foe. Laughing to himself as the creature falls to the ground...Damn, thats funny...
As the creature falls to the ground with a sick sounding noise, Gavin approaches the fallen. "I think this one is dead." States Gavin.
OOC: Kill it if it's not dead, then search the body well for prizes (;p).
Felvon Tavor
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About the magic shop, there was a great concussion, and flames expanding everywhere. (everything looks heat damaged) but nothing major ignited (only a couple scrolls and exposed pieces of paper)
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Sul'Dan search's his opponent's unconcious form, and finds a short spear one hundred pieces of gold a Web scroll, a ring with a rathe familiar feeling of brooding evil about it, and a scroll in a strange runic script. Arcanra heals himself and walks outside. After about a minute and a half wait, everyone begins to hear the clunking of armored boots marching in rythym. It is a matter of seconds before a 5x2 person line of heavily armored humans wearing the emblem of Tilverton arrive with a man in a blood red breast-plate leading them
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Sul'Dan search's his opponent's unconcious form, and finds a short spear one hundred pieces of gold a Web scroll, a ring with a rathe familiar feeling of brooding evil about it, and a scroll in a strange runic script. Arcanra heals himself and walks outside. After about a minute and a half wait, everyone begins to hear the clunking of armored boots marching in rythym. It is a matter of seconds before a 5x2 person line of heavily armored humans wearing the emblem of Tilverton arrive with a man in a blood red breast-plate leading them
Felvon Tavor
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About the magic shop, there was a great concussion, and flames expanding everywhere. (everything looks heat damaged) but nothing major ignited (only a couple scrolls and exposed pieces of paper)
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Sul'Dan search's his opponent's unconcious form, and finds a short spear one hundred pieces of gold a Web scroll, a ring with a rathe familiar feeling of brooding evil about it, and a scroll in a strange runic script. Arcanra heals himself and walks outside. After about a minute and a half wait, everyone begins to hear the clunking of armored boots marching in rythym. It is a matter of seconds before a 5x2 person line of heavily armored humans wearing the emblem of Tilverton arrive with a man in a blood red breast-plate leading them. As they advance down the street towards the shop, the front row of the line lowers their halbreds as if to stave off some sort of attack. The man in the breast plate motions for them to stop, and approachs Arcanra without speaking. After a moments akward pause, he waits for Arcanra to speak.
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Sul'Dan search's his opponent's unconcious form, and finds a short spear one hundred pieces of gold a Web scroll, a ring with a rathe familiar feeling of brooding evil about it, and a scroll in a strange runic script. Arcanra heals himself and walks outside. After about a minute and a half wait, everyone begins to hear the clunking of armored boots marching in rythym. It is a matter of seconds before a 5x2 person line of heavily armored humans wearing the emblem of Tilverton arrive with a man in a blood red breast-plate leading them. As they advance down the street towards the shop, the front row of the line lowers their halbreds as if to stave off some sort of attack. The man in the breast plate motions for them to stop, and approachs Arcanra without speaking. After a moments akward pause, he waits for Arcanra to speak.
Jemal
Adventurer
Well seeing as I said Alexander was looking around for someone who needed help, I guess I'll go help Sul'dan. Cleaning and Sheathing my sword once I reach him and discover that he doesn't need THAT kind of help. "It is good that this one is alive, we now will have someone to question and hold accountable for these vile actions"
Jemal
Adventurer
Upon reaching the ground level with his 'baggage', Alexander unceremoniously drops the man with a *thump* and turns to regard Jasper, wincing in pain.
Concerned about his friend, but not wanting to question the gruff man's hardiness, He speaks out "What's wrong, Old Man? Take a hit from the nasty one's blade? Maybe the preist can fix you up like he did my... Oh, hello, seems he's busy. The guards have finally shown themselves, eh? He moves a bit closer to Arcanra, glancing back and forth between the guard captain and the 'prisoner'
Concerned about his friend, but not wanting to question the gruff man's hardiness, He speaks out "What's wrong, Old Man? Take a hit from the nasty one's blade? Maybe the preist can fix you up like he did my... Oh, hello, seems he's busy. The guards have finally shown themselves, eh? He moves a bit closer to Arcanra, glancing back and forth between the guard captain and the 'prisoner'
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