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#107
Mar 27th, 2011, 01:31 AM
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Riadon wipes his sword off, and plops it back in its sheath. I... think so..." He gives the monster a kick to make sure.
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#108
Mar 28th, 2011, 11:30 AM
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Fragrush climbs to his feet slowly, and tromps towards the now even-smaller elf. "What nymph?" He asks, before immediately following up with another question at the forefront of his mind, "And is this spell permanant? How long am I going to stay this big?"
Honestly he didn't mind either way, but it certainly would be a change he would have to get used to.
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#109
Mar 29th, 2011, 09:48 AM
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Orrineil looks up at Fragrush. A long way up. Then he gestures at Azamina. This one. She was just here. She healed that poor injured guy, remember? Oh, the spell will wear off very soon. I can finish it now, if you'd like. Normally, I would have asked permission before doing something like that, but time was of the essence."
Riadon- It's well and truly dead, but it makes an unpleasant dead-body grunt. The things seem far less substantial when they're not alive. You're pretty sure that kick broke things in there.
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