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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1062462" data-attributes="member: 1210">Spukoni cracks his whip-arm a few times and spends a little while casting legend lore on the Deleter.The savants of flameAscend to the elementsUnaware that their effortsAre doomed by the Deleter.The alienist's ironyTranscendence undoneDoomed by the Deleter.Gifts of ancient godsAlterations ripped awayDoomed by the Deleter.&quot;Interesting,&quot; muses Horbin, and Telemundo cracks an old man's smile.&nbsp; &quot;Gifts of ancient gods?&quot; he queries.&nbsp; &quot;What's that mean, I wonder?&quot;&nbsp; He shakes his cane in space.&quot;What,&quot; Drelvin asks, &quot;are we going to do with this thing?&quot;&quot;More divinations,&quot; Orbius suggests.&nbsp; &quot;Who should wear it?&quot; wonders Angelfire. &quot;Maybe we can divine that as well,&quot; suggests the Eye.&quot;I could wear it,&quot; Telemundo wheezes. &quot;No, not until we know how it works,&quot; Angelfire says.&nbsp; &quot;We don't want anything to go wrong with it...&quot;But Telemundo is already reaching for the Deleter, and he slips his hands easily within it.&nbsp; The glove-like objects settle tightly around his wrists and he gulps.&nbsp; He can't really feel his fingers, and the long fingerpieces of the Deleter and slowly twisting in the air now.&quot;Can you take it off?&quot; Angelfire demands.&quot;Uh-&quot; Telemundo tries to tug at the Deleter, but can't really use his fingers very well.&nbsp; Angelfire grabs his hands, pulling mightily on the glove-like things; they're warm and organic-feeling.&nbsp; For a moment Angelfire's thews bunch as he struggles with all his mighty strength to pull the Deleter off of the aged wizard.&nbsp; Settling back on his heels a moment later, the Coilite shakes his head.&quot;Well,&quot; he says, &quot;if the only way to get these gloves off you is to chop off your arms, so be it.&quot;&nbsp; And with that, he quickdraws his falchion and, with a single blow, deals a tremendous blow to Telemundo's right arm, breaking his wrist.&nbsp; The sorcerer gives a strangled cry and staggers back, which causes Angelfire to misjudge his second blow.&nbsp; Instead of the hand, it takes Telemundo in the head and splits it open like a ripe melon.&nbsp; Without another sound the old man slaps bodily back into the spinning spaces of the Far Realms.&quot;Damn it!&quot; Horbin explodes.&nbsp; &quot;Did you have to do that??&quot;&quot;Well, I wasn't going to let him flee with the Deleter, now was I?&quot;Horbin the Holy grabs up Telemundo's body, glaring angrily at Angelfire, and casts gate.&nbsp; Through this portal the party manages to return to Var.&nbsp; They're a step closer to hopeful victory over Felenga.Next Time: Horbin brings Telemundo back, but he's not happy!&nbsp; (And really, who can blame him?)&nbsp; Spukoni rambles about the days when he worked for the Temple of Elemental Evil!&nbsp; And something comes for the Book of Olaf!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1062462, member: 1210"] Spukoni cracks his whip-arm a few times and spends a little while casting [i]legend lore[/i] on the Deleter. [i]The savants of flame Ascend to the elements Unaware that their efforts Are doomed by the Deleter. The alienist's irony Transcendence undone Doomed by the Deleter. Gifts of ancient gods Alterations ripped away Doomed by the Deleter.[/i] "Interesting," muses Horbin, and Telemundo cracks an old man's smile. "Gifts of ancient gods?" he queries. "What's that mean, I wonder?" He shakes his cane in space. "What," Drelvin asks, "are we going to do with this thing?" "More divinations," Orbius suggests. "Who should wear it?" wonders Angelfire. "Maybe we can divine that as well," suggests the Eye. "I could wear it," Telemundo wheezes. "No, not until we know how it works," Angelfire says. "We don't want anything to go wrong with it..." But Telemundo is already reaching for the Deleter, and he slips his hands easily within it. The glove-like objects settle tightly around his wrists and he gulps. He can't really feel his fingers, and the long fingerpieces of the Deleter and slowly twisting in the air now. "Can you take it off?" Angelfire demands. "Uh-" Telemundo tries to tug at the Deleter, but can't really use his fingers very well. Angelfire grabs his hands, pulling mightily on the glove-like things; they're warm and organic-feeling. For a moment Angelfire's thews bunch as he struggles with all his mighty strength to pull the Deleter off of the aged wizard. Settling back on his heels a moment later, the Coilite shakes his head. "Well," he says, "if the only way to get these gloves off you is to chop off your arms, so be it." And with that, he quickdraws his falchion and, with a single blow, deals a tremendous blow to Telemundo's right arm, breaking his wrist. The sorcerer gives a strangled cry and staggers back, which causes Angelfire to misjudge his second blow. Instead of the hand, it takes Telemundo in the head and splits it open like a ripe melon. Without another sound the old man slaps bodily back into the spinning spaces of the Far Realms. "Damn it!" Horbin explodes. "Did you [i]have[/i] to do that??" "Well, I wasn't going to let him flee with the Deleter, now was I?" Horbin the Holy grabs up Telemundo's body, glaring angrily at Angelfire, and casts [i]gate[/i]. Through this portal the party manages to return to Var. They're a step closer to hopeful victory over Felenga. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Horbin brings Telemundo back, but he's not happy! (And really, who can blame him?) Spukoni rambles about the days when he worked for the Temple of Elemental Evil! And something comes for the Book of Olaf! [/QUOTE]

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