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12-30-2009, 10:19 PM
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Elanor enters the shop, having first returned to her room in the tavern to clean the rotting flesh from her robes, and approached Firiel. "I'd like a potion that will make me quicker, and therefore harder to hit, and perhaps a wand that stores spells for arcane missiles?"
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12-31-2009, 01:54 AM
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Elanor grimaces, but no price is too high for the ability to hurt the enemies of good. Her newfound faith, she knows, teaches that all must be given in the fight against evil. So, handing over the money, she gazes wistfully at the last twenty-five gold pieces in her pouch. "I guess this won't buy me much here, will it?" she asks, looking up at Firiel hopefully.
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12-31-2009, 05:52 PM
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"Hey I need a potion of cat's grace as soon as possible!" he ordered slamming the gold on the counter. As he waited he tapped his foot in anticipation. He had put off coming here too long and now he was risking being late to the arena. It was a moment before he realized that he had just given orders a very powerful mage. a very powerful mage that could very easily turn him into all manner of unpleasant things, the easiest of which was ash. He gave an apologetic bow waiting for the flames to engulf him.
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