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09-23-2010, 10:03 PM
Bob watched the fireballs for a moment then shrugged. With a lazy flick of his wrist two firey hand appeared and began to juggle four balls of ice, which shone with a soft inner light, after a moment three women made of ice and clothed in fire danced around the flaming hands, glittering with delight. "Mayhaps yeh shou' find a trick worthy o' scarin' a mage?"
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
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09-24-2010, 12:09 AM
Shamad looked at the messenger. He reached out and grabbed the Lalafell's arm. "You can tell us the message outside. Let's go." He looked at Bob's display with contempt. He walked outside, dragging the messenger behind him.
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09-24-2010, 02:16 AM
Nedral stood and walked up to the one eye'd man, eyeing is parlor magic tricks, clearly not impressed. "You should try less showboating, and more practicing." She reared back and punched him full on in the nose with a resounding crack. She grimaced and shook her hand, which had been cut open slightly on the knuckle. "See you around." And with that, she followed Shamad out of the inn.
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09-24-2010, 12:30 PM
Bob smiled and picked up his cane which he then pointed at Nedral as she was walking out the door, after a few muttered words his nose cracked back into place and the bleeding stopped, and Nedral had an annoying cut behind her left knee. After wiping the blood from his face with a cloth he had pulled from his vest, he set down a small bag of money grabbed his ale and walked to the door smiling.
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
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09-24-2010, 06:43 PM
Thagyr watched the exchange and felt a little glad when Nedral decided to punch the guy in the face. Having little tolerance for showboating when it came to the elements. However he watched the last shot from the stranger as he healed his nose at the same time as leaving the Miqote with a small injury and instantly took an immense disliking to him.
With the people gone, he finally began to remember why he did come here. Attempting to find a quiet place to contemplate his new 'calling' with the underground group Balthazar's Favor. "Spose there ain't no runnin' from that", he muttered to himself. Taking the wine bottle and chugging the last of it down in one gulp. He stood and began his trip back to Uldah. Its gonna be a long time till I can get peace |
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