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06-11-2009, 09:48 AM
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06-11-2009, 04:30 PM
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Richelle's enchanted crossbow bolts rip into the sword wielding undead and the holy energies tear his negative energies asunder, leaving it a smoking pile of ashes. The magic wielding undead then looks around as it is surrounded and hisses. It then disappears in a cloud of noxious vapor.
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06-11-2009, 07:22 PM
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Humph! Aredhel scoffs at the force this debt collector had sent after them. She nonchalantly looks at the back of her hand making sure her nails were perfectly manicured still.
Well my friends I suppose finding this Duke or lord or whatever is an order. I'm sure he is stupid enough to try again and it might be faster just to go after him directly.
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06-12-2009, 10:42 AM
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Samuel lets his song linger in the air, still plucking at the strings faintly even as the last of the undead slump to the ground.
__________________He hadn't fought alongside his friends in years, he had been entirely used to relying on all his own powers for too long, it was odd to not be the one to the rescue. Still, he calls out to all the people that had gone running when the undead materialized in the middle of a fairly busy street. "It's safe again! Samuel and his mighty friends have saved the day, the undead have been defeated!" Then, his voice lowers as he speaks to his friends, "Well his immediate use of assassins is a touch worrying." Samuel responds, "and if he were foolish enough to attempt to assault a group of our caliber - I mean even me alone could have handled those undead - then he is certainly stupid enough to try again. I agree that we should settle our tab here and be on our way promptly."
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06-12-2009, 01:12 PM
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Dropping his flail, Vran rushes over to his friends and scoops as many of them up as he can in a bear hug. "My friends! It has been to long." He releases them and steps back some and squats, to ease the height difference. "It is good to see you are all still well. Now what is this talk of lords and assassins?"
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06-12-2009, 01:42 PM
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With a wave of his hand, Zarpuk dismisses the cloud of chilling fog. The he strethces out his wings and glides slowly down to the ground in a wide, arching circle. "After all of that exertion, I'm famished. Perhaps we can discuss this more over dinner?"
Looking up at Vran, the draconic caster smiles and pats his knee. "Good old Barrin got himself in a little too deep, my oversized friend. Now one of his bill collectors expects us to pay. But, as I said, we can discuss that over dinner! Surely this establishment has a back porch for you to dine on."
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06-12-2009, 08:27 PM
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My my Vran have you gotten taller since I saw you last? Aredhel says looking up at him. He didn't have to squeeze me so hard. He could have broken a rib. I swear he has gotten bigger since I saw him last.
Yes it seems there is someone after us trying to get the money Barrin owed. I bet they'll think twice once they get a sight of you though
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06-13-2009, 11:20 PM
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At the mention of his size Vran realized that he was quite large for his surroundings. "wait, I should still have my cloak around here some where." he says as he pulls a small piece of black cloth out of a pocket. He unfolds it to reveal a large circle which he lays on the ground. He reaches down into it and starts rummaging through what can only be described as junk. "Hmm, is it here? no...maybe in this one....hmmm, over here then...no....where did I put that thing....oh yeah!" He quickly stands up and undoes the side of his armor. He reaches in and pulls out a wadded up cloak with a zigzag pattern on it. "The padding was starting to wear thin in one spot....but this should make things much easier." He fastens his armor back and picks his flail up.
__________________The cloak is obviously too small for him but that doesn't seem to matter as he tosses it around his back before latching the extremely long chain. In a puff of multicolored smoke, Vran shrinks down to his original 8' foot stature, still larger than the average person but much easier to accommodate. "There, this should work better. Shall we go eat now? I'm always ready for a good meal." he says after picking up is portable hole and placing it back in his pocket. Last edited by Byrac; 06-13-2009 at 11:21 PM.
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06-14-2009, 09:54 PM
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Richelle actually manages to resist the bearhug some, surprising herself, though eventually even her enhanced strength doesn't render her proof to the massive hug. Scowling as she was let go, not exactly happy about being manhandled, a rarity these days, she puts her crossbow away, and summons the buckler back to its spot by her arm. She felt her arms remain quite sturdy, muscles not usually there rippling with strength. Richelle had always had a lithe build, fit, attractively slender and yet honed for sword fighting and many other form combat. She was never remarkably buff though, or at least, her attractive figure, maintained somewhat, her fitness allowing her to age gracefully despite the years, overshadowed any comment on her physicality...
__________________And yet the divine strength she had summoned that should've faded already. Looking at the elf wizardess, she asked, Twisting my goddess' blessings again, huh, Aredhel? What'd you do this time? part of her was unhappy at the Elvish tricks that she conjured, feeling they violated the sanctity of the blessing...But the magical work quite astonished her, and to be honest, she'd started trying to work on similar maneuvers, just as a fall back. The Lady Knight loved fall back plans and had heartily approved when she'd brought it to her attention... Then, holding Vran's meaty arm, she nodded, her arm sporting a bruise, Come along, don't worry about it. You're not the only one who's forgotten about their size before...We were having a meal in the inn. Let's discuss our next course of action in there. Richelle wistfully remembered fighting back to back with Varn a few times, when she was grown to ten feet and a half, and forgetting she should be ducking, not him... Good times, that was... Last edited by lcg16; 06-14-2009 at 10:37 PM.
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06-14-2009, 10:48 PM
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Aredhel figured she couldn't be too careful at this point and casts spells of protection on herself. It might seem a little paranoid to some but for a wizard it was a way of life.
If you are hungry friends we shall go eat. She lets the others lead the way to whatever eatery or inn they wish to venture into. If any of you wish to cast any spells of protection before we continue onward I would be happy to enhance it. Last edited by CH82; 06-14-2009 at 11:01 PM.
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06-15-2009, 10:12 AM
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Enhance? Really now? Exactly how many protective spells can you manage? Richelle looked curiously, even though she figured she shouldn't be indulging so much. Still, the raw strength in here lasting this long...It was rather intriguing...Besides, protective spells were always the most willingly granted by a deity.
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06-15-2009, 10:48 AM
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"Aredhel, you know I am more a fan of reacting in the moment than preparation beforehand." Samuel grins at the offer, having narrowly escaped Vran's massive hug with some quick string-work on his lute as he was about to be swept up in the all too often too-rough embrace of his 'biggest fan'. ((Aria of Everywhere, 15/20 uses of bardic music remain))
__________________Still, this was all of them, except Barrin and Arlang. And they were a big reason they were all together. Barrin's passing had brought them all to the same place at the same time, and Arlang had put the idea in their heads that they should consider traveling again. That crazy, crazy man. Now, the group was seated again at their table inside the tavern, with an extra-large extra chair pulled up for the last of the group. "To fill you in, Vran, it seems Barrin had accumulated an extraordinary debt to a Duke - or should I say an even larger debt? He never was quite clear as to whether he had paid that first one off. I think it's to the same one, in Koriadar. Anyways, he tried a superfantastic stunt to pay off the last half-million gold, and was snuffed by a red dragon in the process, bless his soul. Now, the duke's lackey has come to us with the intent of making us pay off our dear friend's debt, and unfortunately he has some new tricks up his sleeve, notably the death hunters we just met outside." Samuel sighed, picking up the crystal goblet he swears was filled with wine a moment before, and looks around the table. "And I think that now, even if the Duke weren't so sure he could extract the money from us by threats and violence, we should do right by him and clear up this debt. It's a sad state of affairs to go to an early grave with such a blemish on one's name, hmm?" All the while, he had been plucking away silently at his lute strings, fingering some silent melody.
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