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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dursk Starkfire" data-source="post: 704568" data-attributes="member: 7561">STUBBORN DEFIANCE:Arwyn clambored down from the wagon, and looked toward the rest of the crew. Everyone was in a stupor as to what all of this was about. The ruffian raised his voice "I'S NUB SAYS IT AGAIN! HUES OFF DA WAGUNS, NOW!" It was evident the half-orc's temper was getting the best of him. "AMBUSH 'N FIRE!"Understanding the brevity of the situation, Ishmael disembarked from the wagon. Perrens and Devis quickly followed suit. Keegan though, he sat there, in a daze as if nothing were going on, with his fists tightly gripped upon the reins. "What about him?" Ishmael wondered aloud, nodding towards the burly Keegan. "Keeg no bad. LIE DOWN, NOW!" The half-orc started to make his way toward the pestilent gypsy. "Arwyn. I think this is the part where we're supposed to do something..." The thought struck her at the same time, but laying no waste to words she drew her blades in a flash of steel. She would have no tolerance of these petty road-thieves. She would defend her honor, and her commitment to Master Jonrad."CUI COMEDO LETHARGAS ". From further down the road, a cowled man comes forth, blowing grains of sand from his palm into the air. The particles expand into a maelstrom of sand, yet gently flow through the air and swarm around the female threat. As the air dissipates, Arwyn falls to the ground in a deep slumber. Ishmael sneezes off the effects to find Keegan slumped over upon the wagon, and the half-orc chortling as he barrels toward him. A swarm of bolts fly through the air, barely hitting the wagon as if it was their original target. The battle had begun, and Ishmael was quickly feeling singled out!The 250 pound half-orc had already taken a strong dislike to the man in the flowing robes. The hot blood flushed to his face in a bitter anger he was famous for. The defiant one would be the first to taste death today, Prulok thought. It was the least he could do to repay his insolence. Just as Prulok approached Ishmael, a loud thud caught both of their attentions.  Turning to see the commotion, they both see one of the snipers pinned to the earth at the rear of Jonrad's wagon. He was brazen enough to approach the wagon to position himself for a better shot, hiding along the back of Jonrad's wagon and peering beyond to find a mark. He spotted Ishmael fending off the frenzied half-orc, yet, at the last moment got the impression that the tables had turned. Peering up, only in time to see the point of Jonrad's crossbow glaring down at him. If only to add more fuel to the fire, Prulok quickly turned, raised his huge sword and cleaved it deep into Ishmael's body. The blade was cold as a starless night, and Ishmael's eyes glazed over, and suddenly, everything turned to black...</blockquote>

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