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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5740773" data-attributes="member: 11751">Despite his best attempts to dodge the bolt of lightning, the spell catches Merrywinter in the shoulder.  In a gruesome display, the bolt ignites clothing, rips through flesh and scorches the wound with blackened blisters that immediately weep pus.  The bolt continues on into the old masonry of the wall with an audible snap.  Merrywinter drops his dagger and falls to one knee as he grips at his mangled and oozing shoulder.  "Gahhhh!" he cries.The now awake thugs begin to rise to join the fray.  Omark pushes himself off the cobbles with blinding speed, jumping from a push-up position and placing his feet under him.  He then tumbles into the room acrobatically (E4) and upon seeing Lars, he thrusts forward with his rapier.  The tip of the blade catches Lars in the lower belly, puncturing his leather armor and the flesh beneath in a bloody stab.Thurl rises more slowly and moves forward to stand just beside Omark (D3).From his kneeling position, Merrywinter curses at Arnir through a clenched jaw: "I ... want ... my ... platinum ... you son of a whore and I mean to collect it!" He raises his free hand, speaks arcane words and lets fly another ray of flames towards Arnir.  The ray of flames clips Arnir in the thigh, blazing through his pants and charring flesh.</blockquote>