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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Branding Opportunity" data-source="post: 2403121" data-attributes="member: 31812">The struggle continues in the side-alley of this nighttime capitol of Sterich.  Near the feet  of the combatants lie the bodies of three watchmen, as if casually dropped like dolls.  Their bodies are swollen and covered with lesions and boils oozing a greenish-black pus."That's it," Mega-Reivik rumbles approvingly. "Now something to act as a gag... not all spells need a free hand to cast.  Eshanna," he adds, "scan him for any devices, if you please."  The dwarf grasps his captive tightly, having seen the unholy destruction he is able to release with just a few arcane words and gestures.  (OOC: Maintaining grapple)The young, whip-thin elf finally emerges from the house tightening the last few clasps and ties of his finely-crafted leather armor.  Jogging across the main road he looks left and right, quickly scanning the distance for any other threats.  Satisfied that there is no other danger at the moment he approaches his companions, who are still struggling with the mad mage.  (OOC: Spot/Listen check, double move)Seeing the situation under control, Latalya jumps down to the others in order to help keep the man restrained. “Let him go, Anastasia and Reivik, this will make his efforts against the shackles futile for a while.”  (OOC: Jumping down 14 + 11 = 25 vs. DC 15, success! Damage 1d6 = 4 points of nonlethal damage; Ready Action to cast empowered Ray of Enfeeblement as soon as she cannot hit anyone else with it (i.e. Anastasia and Reivik are no longer grappling)His wild eyes bugging out the man begins foaming at the mouth, “This is only the beginning my new friends,” he comments, grinning wickedly.  His entire body suddenly goes completely stiff and then just as quickly as limp as a dish rag.  The man’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he seems to lose consciousness.Eshanna nods at the extra-large dwarf, with a sly appreciative look at his enormous size. Moving in quickly she wedges herself in between the crowd gathered around the man and pats him down roughly.  She quickly realizes that he is wearing nothing but a filthy nightshirt and has no other possessions.  (OOC: Makes search check)"I assure you sir mage, that my Master's house is neither fallen nor even interrupted this night from his sleep. If your aim was against him then yea have earned yourself naught for naught." she grins feraly.Thom and Anders reciprocate the grin, always impressed with the way Eshanna's ruined face twists into a mask pure malice at the drop of a hat - as long as that gaze isn't directed at them. Murmuring in agreement with each other they slowly move down the street, peering thoughtfully down less obtrusive alleyways for allies or hangers on of the pummeled spellcaster.Anastasia looks up at Reivik after she strikes the seemingly unconscious man’s with the flat of her hand a few times, “He’s not reacting.  I’m not sure if he’s truly out or not, but if he isn’t, he sure is a masterful fibber.”  (OOC: Anastasia makes a Sense Motive check and seems to think that the man is truly unconscious.)Morley pats his dog to let him know the crisis is over. Looking to the others he says, "So what is going on here? I hope this isn't a typical night in our new neighborhood." The younger of the two surviving city guards looks at their fallen comrades and gives the wild mage’s body a swift kick in the groin, “That’s better than you deserve,” he screams.The impact of the blow seems to waken the still firmly-held man, his face contorted in pain.  His eyes flutter half-open and he moans, “Wha’ … wha’ is going on?  Who … owwwww … who kicked me in me jewels?”(OOC: No longer in combat time)</blockquote>

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