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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hammerhead" data-source="post: 1165919" data-attributes="member: 73">Kerrik was never as tired as he was now. His fellow adventurer's kept quite a pace, and Fireball, his pack mule, wasn't exactly cooperating nicely. There had better be a lot of treasure at the end of this journey. Why don't the stories ever mention how much walking you have to do in this life? I mean, they just suddenly appear at Dragon Mountain and attack the kobolds. I can't wait until I am of sufficient arcane might to Teleport. As if that will ever happen...It will happen! Still, nice scenery here. Kerrik's internal monologue is interrupted when he slams into the back of Drakor. Sorry...hey, why'd we stop? Kerrik notices the smoke, and he smiles.Fellow traveller's eh? Or goblins, or bandits. Or someone with good food. Best to be careful before we check things out. Instinctively, Kerrik recalls the arcane words and gestures to bring up a defensive force armor. His irises turn red as he moves his left arm in a circular motion, reciting the Draconic words Magis armaOOC: Casting Mage Armor, decided to embellish a bit.</blockquote>