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<blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5741214" data-attributes="member: 11751">Lars as you begin to move your hand in an attempt to cast your spell, Omark seizes the opportunity and stabs forward again with his rapier.&nbsp; The tip of the blade pierces your shoulder in another bloody wound, which distracts you enough to fumble your somatic movements and fizzle your spell into nothingness.After dispatching Bannock, Kubla stabs forward with his falchion, aiming the tip at the lower back of Arnir.&nbsp; The blade drives through flesh, cracks ribs and sinks into the elf's back. From Merrywinter's perspective, five to six inches of crimson-stained steel emerges from the belly of Arnir. Gouts of blood spill from the wound and Arnir is lifted into the air by the hefty arms of Kubla.&nbsp; Arnir's hands tremble with disbelief as they grasp the razor sharp steel emerging from his stomach and he vomits black blood and ichor.&nbsp; His eyes roll back and his corpse is tossed to the ground without ceremony, its bulk sliding audibly from the falchion.&nbsp; Kubla wipes his brow and barks: &quot;Elf dead master, we go now, guards come!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gregor, post: 5741214, member: 11751"] Lars as you begin to move your hand in an attempt to cast your spell, Omark seizes the opportunity and stabs forward again with his rapier. The tip of the blade pierces your shoulder in another bloody wound, which distracts you enough to fumble your somatic movements and fizzle your spell into nothingness. After dispatching Bannock, Kubla stabs forward with his falchion, aiming the tip at the lower back of Arnir. The blade drives through flesh, cracks ribs and sinks into the elf's back. From Merrywinter's perspective, five to six inches of crimson-stained steel emerges from the belly of Arnir. Gouts of blood spill from the wound and Arnir is lifted into the air by the hefty arms of Kubla. Arnir's hands tremble with disbelief as they grasp the razor sharp steel emerging from his stomach and he vomits black blood and ichor. His eyes roll back and his corpse is tossed to the ground without ceremony, its bulk sliding audibly from the falchion. Kubla wipes his brow and barks: [I]"Elf dead master, we go now, guards come!"[/I] [/QUOTE]

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