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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 930899" data-attributes="member: 1210">Lester's Arm&quot;Never use an 'and',&quot; says Arion the Archmage.Arion is a striking, handsome figure; he's tall and slender, wears only the finest silk clothes, bears an imposing staff that just demands respect.&nbsp; He's the most powerful wizard of Var, possibly of Dorhaus; he's pretty much in a class by himself.&nbsp; Of course, Orbius is getting closer and closer to his level all the time, but the Eye doesn't yet have any experience with things like wishes.&nbsp; Which, of course, is why he's asking for advice.&quot;Except,&quot; Arion adds, &quot;at the end, you should always say, 'always and forever.'&quot;&nbsp; He burps, grins, and slurps at his beer.&nbsp; As is often the case, Arion the Archmage is stinking drunk.&nbsp; But nobody wants to get him riled up; he's been known to toss of extremely powerful magic just for kicks, and nobody want a drunken mage of questionable judgment unloading in the bar they're in.&nbsp; And after all, he's a regular here.Orbius nods thoughtfully.&nbsp; &quot;Well, thank you,&quot; he answers cooly.&nbsp; &quot;I guess it's about time I went on my way then.&quot;&quot;Would you like another drink first?&quot;&nbsp; Arion's voice never slurs, no matter how drunk he gets. &quot;No, thank you.&nbsp; I've business to be about.&quot;&nbsp; Pushing back his chair, the Eye rises to his feet-&quot;I wish you would have another drink,&quot; Arion grins, and Orbius finds himself sitting right back down.&nbsp; The Archmage is definitely casual about his powers, reflects the Eye as he drinks another beer...Some time later, Orbius unfurls the parchment upon which the spell is scribed.&nbsp; Lester stands nervously before him and scratches at the shoulder where no arm emerges.&nbsp; &quot;C'mon, hurry up,&quot; he urges.&quot;You've been without it for almost fifteen years,&quot; Orbius reminds him, &quot;and I need to compose myself.&nbsp; What's another few seconds?&quot;&nbsp; And he takes a deep breath, stills his mind- and finally, begins to read.&quot;I wish for Lester to have his missing left arm always and forever restored to him without altering the other effects of Chaos or Vuivui affecting his person.&quot;Lester gasps as pins and needles seem to run through his shoulder.&nbsp; Flesh extrudes from it, twining like a rope, extending outward, outward- until a new arm, glistening pink like the flesh of a baby, fills itself out.&nbsp; The Elementalist chokes out a cry of gladness.&nbsp; He'll have pins and needles for days- but he's got his arm back at long, long last.&quot;Well,&quot; he says cheerily, &quot;time to go kick some Elemental Evil ass!&quot;Next Time: The party, whilst en route to the Temple of Elemental Evil, seeks to sleep through the night and suffers a most unexpected visit... with implications that will not be fully realized for some time!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 930899, member: 1210"] [b]Lester's Arm[/b] "Never use an 'and'," says Arion the Archmage. Arion is a striking, handsome figure; he's tall and slender, wears only the finest silk clothes, bears an imposing staff that just demands respect. He's the most powerful wizard of Var, possibly of Dorhaus; he's pretty much in a class by himself. Of course, Orbius is getting closer and closer to his level all the time, but the Eye doesn't yet have any experience with things like [i]wishes.[/i] Which, of course, is why he's asking for advice. "Except," Arion adds, "at the end, you should always say, 'always and forever.'" He burps, grins, and slurps at his beer. As is often the case, Arion the Archmage is stinking drunk. But nobody wants to get him riled up; he's been known to toss of extremely powerful magic just for kicks, and nobody want a drunken mage of questionable judgment unloading in the bar they're in. And after all, he's a regular here. Orbius nods thoughtfully. "Well, thank you," he answers cooly. "I guess it's about time I went on my way then." "Would you like another drink first?" Arion's voice [i]never[/i] slurs, no matter how drunk he gets. "No, thank you. I've business to be about." Pushing back his chair, the Eye rises to his feet- "I [i]wish[/i] you would have another drink," Arion grins, and Orbius finds himself sitting right back down. The Archmage is definitely casual about his powers, reflects the Eye as he drinks another beer... Some time later, Orbius unfurls the parchment upon which the spell is scribed. Lester stands nervously before him and scratches at the shoulder where no arm emerges. "C'mon, hurry up," he urges. "You've been without it for almost fifteen years," Orbius reminds him, "and I need to compose myself. What's another few seconds?" And he takes a deep breath, stills his mind- and finally, begins to read. "I [i]wish[/i] for Lester to have his missing left arm always and forever restored to him without altering the other effects of Chaos or Vuivui affecting his person." Lester gasps as pins and needles seem to run through his shoulder. Flesh extrudes from it, twining like a rope, extending outward, outward- until a new arm, glistening pink like the flesh of a baby, fills itself out. The Elementalist chokes out a cry of gladness. He'll have pins and needles for days- but he's got his arm back at long, long last. "Well," he says cheerily, "time to go kick some Elemental Evil ass!" [b][i]Next Time:[/i][/b][i][/i] The party, whilst en route to the Temple of Elemental Evil, seeks to sleep through the night and suffers a most unexpected visit... with implications that will not be fully realized for some time! [/QUOTE]

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