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<blockquote data-quote="Wik" data-source="post: 3528345" data-attributes="member: 40177">OOC:&nbsp; Yeah, add Message.&nbsp; We'll worry about it later.After loosing his dagger, the first rogue is hit by Conuld's bolt, which buries itself in his chest.&nbsp; The rogue grasps at the shaft, trying to hold himself steady on the nearby table.&nbsp; The table collapses underneath his weight, and the rogue and several clag mugs fall to the wooden floor.Solange intervenes between the door and the second thief, doing his best to escape. She cracks him over the head with her staff.&nbsp; Still moving forward, the now-unconscious rogue falls face first onto the floor, a trickle of blood coming out of his ear.&nbsp; However, his chest still rises and falls slowly - he fared slightly better than his companion.&nbsp; ***Rathan's drinking companions get to their feet, most of them suddenly sobering up.&nbsp; The leader of the gang stares at the two bodies on the floor.&nbsp; &quot;We need to get out of here.&quot; he mutters to himself, and runs for the door.&nbsp; His crew quickly follows.Looking around, it seems like all of the other bar patrons had the same idea.&nbsp; Currently, the only person in the bar besides the group of you is the bartender, who looks around nervously.&nbsp; &quot;That... that was probably a bad idea.&quot; he licks his lips.&nbsp; &quot;A very bad idea.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wik, post: 3528345, member: 40177"] OOC: Yeah, add Message. We'll worry about it later. After loosing his dagger, the first rogue is hit by Conuld's bolt, which buries itself in his chest. The rogue grasps at the shaft, trying to hold himself steady on the nearby table. The table collapses underneath his weight, and the rogue and several clag mugs fall to the wooden floor. Solange intervenes between the door and the second thief, doing his best to escape. She cracks him over the head with her staff. Still moving forward, the now-unconscious rogue falls face first onto the floor, a trickle of blood coming out of his ear. However, his chest still rises and falls slowly - he fared slightly better than his companion. *** Rathan's drinking companions get to their feet, most of them suddenly sobering up. The leader of the gang stares at the two bodies on the floor. "We need to get out of here." he mutters to himself, and runs for the door. His crew quickly follows. Looking around, it seems like all of the other bar patrons had the same idea. Currently, the only person in the bar besides the group of you is the bartender, who looks around nervously. [Color=Red]"That... that was probably a bad idea."[/color] he licks his lips. [Color=Red]"A very bad idea."[/color] [/QUOTE]

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