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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rolzup" data-source="post: 2913029" data-attributes="member: 10105">Updates are going to be a little less frequent for a while; currently I am, in the immortal words of Shakespeare, busier than a one-legged man at an ass-kicking contest.  Updates shall continue, however!A Tragic DeathTrouble was mutterin' somethin'; likely some kinda heathen magic. An'  the Pretty Man was standin' there fancin' the door, he was.  Calm as calm, not an expression on his face.   And then...the Pretty Man just blurred.  One minute there was a door, the next there were two halves of one.  Didn't even see the bastard move.Had maybe a half-second to see the look on the guard's face -- and, oh, it was priceless! -- 'fore the Pretty Man sliced him up, just like the door.Messier, though.  What with the guts an' all.Pretty Man strode throught he door like he owned the place, and we followed along behind him, ready for blood.  And did we get it?  I should say so!  The guards came down on us hard, for all the good it did 'em.  There was all kinda runnin', and screamin', with people tryin' to escape out the back before  we slaughtered 'em all.And I don't mind sayin', friends, that right then and there, I wouldn't have desitated.  Not for one minute.  Scum like that deserve death, and worse than death.Now, the guards, they weren't much of a problem.  Me with my club, the Pretty Man with his sword, and the Archer, who'd come poundin' down the stairs as we came in, shootin' 'em from behind, we made short work of 'em.  And when Trouble called some kinda light out of the air, and blinded 'em all?  Fish in a barrel, they were.  But when we got to the lounge, that's when the spells started flyin', and things got a lot tougher.Went pitch-black, first of all.  Like a wall of ink, it was.  Couldn't see your own hand in front of your face.  Made our job harder, but it didn't help the guards one damn bit either.  Trouble did us a good turn by breakin' the darkness somehow, revealin' that the Pretty Man had slipped on somethin' and fallen on his arse, but things just got worse from there.The Diabolist doin' all the magic said a Word, and the Archer's bow just...exploded.  Splinters everywhere.  And the Archer?  From the look on his face, you'd think that he'd just witnessed the murder of his first-born son.  He drew a sword from somwhere, and you could tell that he was very ready to use it....Then these tentacles came growin' up out of the floor, all black and rubbery and foul.  They were grabbin' at anything they could, but Duchess an' me were too nimble to be snared like that.  And the Pretty Man, he jumped up and pulled himself on to the balcony above, so's he could show some more guards his sword-work.  The Archer had gotten himself hit with a bag of goo, the same sort of stuff I use on the really big rats, and had ducked into a side room to clean himself up.And Trouble?  He just yelled a lot.Duchess and me went up a spiral stair, and dealt with the bastards who tried to bar our way.  On our way, the Pretty Man went back down past us, shoved over the rail by one of them guards, and them tentacles grabbed hold of him.It was close work there, for a while.  Duchess and me fought our ways along, and the Archer and the Pretty man  joined us soon enough. Trouble stayed caught, and truth be told?  I think that he liked it.Oh, yes.  You know the sort....It was an ugly fight, I don't mind sayin'.  Elspeth had some kinda magic wand, and it was roarin' and throwin' balls of lead at us.  And the diabolist who'd conjured the tentacles, and the darkness?  No pushover, him.He took off soon enough after Trouble got done layin' about, and set the bastard afire, though.Elspeth, she's a hellcat.  And her skill with a rapier was remarkable to see, my friends.  She dropped the Archer, bleeding at her feet, but she knew damned well she didn't have a chance against me and the Pretty Man.  And especially me darlin' Duchess....Trouble, he wanted to kill 'er right there.  Broil 'er, I think he said!  F----n' savage, he is.  Probably would have 'et her, too.But the Pretty Man held up a hand, and started in to talkin' to her, real soft....</blockquote>

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