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Post by Zeytan on Jan 7, 2008 1:06:22 GMT
*Zeytan returns Meliss's smile. He had always found her to be a charming young lady even with her haveing her uncles some what pomus mannerisam of adressing herself as "One" all the time.*
"I'm affraid my dear girl that i have no news of your uncle. There was talk he had been seen in the area around the Mine of Gore, but whether that is the case i myself could nto say."
"However one of my fellow former staff members might be able to tell you, there is or was, untill it was rather rudely interupted by a unsightly public magical duel, between Miss PhoinexFlame and some Dragon/human hybrid."
*Zeytan gestures towards PhoinexFalme, Robin Flaccus & the scorched ground outsde the Heffier.*
"A reuinion of former Borading School staff members takeing place. Camilepest and the Headmistirss PhoniexFlame were in attendence perhaps they may know something about you Uncle's current Were abouts."
"As for Malark is doing well, thank you for asking."
*As if knowing he was being talked about Malark now scuttled into view, comeing out of the Crazed Heffier's door and heading strait for Zeytan and Meliss. He scuttled up on to Zeytan's shoulder. He had a fresh peice of bread in one of his claws.*
*He blew some yellow bubbles at Zeytan, then started to eat the bread pusing only to wave a claw in Meliss's direction and blow some pink bubbles at her. Zeytan looked quizicaly at the bread.*
"Malark....Were did you get that??"
*Malark looked up from the bread and blew some more bubbles, grey and silver in colour. Zeytan rolled his eyes.*
"Malark...honestly, just because Miss Phoinexflame had left it when she went outside dosen't meen you can just take it. Thats very bad manners. It's just as well we'd payed for it before you decided to take it outside of the Heffier or you might be getting done for theifing."
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Post by Flaccus Hellfire on Jan 7, 2008 3:20:34 GMT
*Flaccus, growing bored, was just about to ask for directions as to where he could find smith to help repair his armor....Then he heard Zeytan's words: Magical duel with (Flaccus didn't pay attention to the name...) and a dragon/human hybrid.*
*Flaccus suddenly stepped towards Zeytan, putting his left clawed hand on his sholder -digging it into his flesh and drawing some blood at the same time- and formed his sword in the other hand, which he held to Zeytan's neck.*
"Where is he!? Where is my brother!? How long has he been here?Is he alright? Did he kill the damned knight?! Answer, or I swear by the Abyss, I'll slit your throat!!"
*Flaccus was seemingly oblivious to the negative attention he had acquired, and -although normally a master at group fights- wasn't paying any attention to what everybody else was doing. All his attention was on Zeytan, and his answers, if any. Oddly enough, there was a look of -of course, hate- and a look of concern in the Sivak's eyes.*
"And for the record, human, he is an Aurak Draconian, not a human hybrid."
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Jan 7, 2008 12:14:17 GMT
(OOC: Welcome back GD ) *Phoenixflame glanced up at Flaccus' words, and started when she saw the dragons* "What the?! How many of you are there?! Though at least you've confirmed my suspicions about the knight.... Now, let him go!" *There is a burst of wind that surrounds Flaccus, cold and icy, centring on the hand that is holding Zeytan, and dropping the temperature alarmingly* "As to your brother, he left in a hurry, with his tail between his legs!" *Phoenixflame's voice is mocking as she tries to draw Flaccus' attention to her, instead of Zeytan*
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Post by Robin on Jan 7, 2008 13:34:48 GMT
*Robin, his eyes narrowed, is pointing his bow at Flaccus... never mind whether PF's spell works or not, it's always good to have a backup plan.*
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jan 7, 2008 13:48:48 GMT
Julian was halfway through explaining to Caliampsest what had happened when he received a tentative tap on the shoulder from Kenji.
'Better take a look Jules, bad tidings are brewing,' he warned, beckoning once more to the window. He quickly left his seat and dashed to their former positions once more, and didn't take long in observing the new arrival.
'Oh eck. This is turning nasty. I get the nasty feeling claret is iminent...'
'Want me to get something prepared?'
'Go ahead, for what good it will do. I don't think simply trumping over him magic wise is going to do much good though...'
'Lanesra! Do you have ANY weapons out back or under the counter? Sword, heavy poker, hell even a stout stick will do!'
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Post by Flaccus Hellfire on Jan 7, 2008 15:08:02 GMT
*Flaccus, now clearly enraged -and feeling really cold now-, tosses Zeytan in some random direction and turnes to face PheonixFlame. He begins to take frenzied, wild slashes at PheonixFlame, speaking as he does so.*
"I doubt that. Really, I do. He hasn't met his match since battling Par-Salian, one of the strongest mages in all of Krynn. I doubt some fools like you could possibly defeat him. Although..he does have a knack for forgetting how much mana he has left and how much mana he thinks he has left...or something like that."
*Flaccus attempted a tail sweep on PheonixFlame, hoping to trip her and drive his sword through her neck.*
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Post by GreenDragon on Jan 7, 2008 17:53:38 GMT
*Angered at the violence erupting nearby - and in particular after seeing Zeytan get hurt because of it - Meliss shakes her head in disgust and starts to utter strange words under her breath. When the incantation is complete, there is a crackling ball of energy in each hand - she aims them at the fighting duo, throws them and when they hit their targets, both fighters are thrown back a few feet in the air*
"I'm really sorry I've got to do this, but one really despises my friends getting hurt...sorry about that Phoenixflame, but I don't want any more of my friends getting hurt by this person here. My magic is a lot more powerful now and I won't hesitate to use it if any of my friends are threatened"
*She scowls at Flaccus and starts another ball of energy in her hands, then stops and goes over to check that Zeytan and Malark are ok*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 7, 2008 18:10:11 GMT
*Inside the Crazed Heifer:* 'Lansera! Do you have ANY weapons out back or under the counter? Sword, heavy poker, hell even a stout stick will do!'Lanesra: Nothing like that. Usually our 'weapon' is Young Grimwold and his club, but he's not here. Slevela: And even if he were, we couldn't expect him to get involved in a fracas that's happening outside the Heifer. *At this point, Lanesra remembers something. Leaving her position at the foot of the ladder, she dashes to the back room, returning with a divining rod. [OOC: It was left behind at the tavern by DimensionGirl in the thread 'Drinking', March 2006.] She takes it over to Julian.* Lanesra: You might be able to make a slingshot out of that.
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Post by Julian Lapin on Jan 7, 2008 18:31:42 GMT
'Ah! Well done, that lass. Ammunition, ammunition...'
Julian patted his trouser pockets, and felt something clink. Suddenly having an idea, he withdrew a small leather pouch and tipped the contents onto the table.
'Pounds, Quendorian Zorkmids, Reality Dollars... ah! Here we go! I knew I had some with me!'
Julian picked off the table three small balls made out of what looked like large glass. Giving one of them a gentle tap, his eyes lit up when it turned dark orange and gave off a faint heat.
'D'ni firemarbles! Never leave home without them! Thank god those people knew how to make things last...'
'You're not thinking-'
'I am indeed laddo. Our man out there gets hit by one of these, he will DEFINATLY feel it. Nothing like setting someone on fire to communicate one's annoyance.'
Turning the pouch inside out and tying the seperate ends together at the tip, Julian took a few experimental swings and was pleased to note that the accompanying swish flew towards the rough direction he intended it and also held together.
'Jules... there's an obvious flaw in this plan of yours. That thing out there, as is my understanding, is some freaky dragon hybrid.'
'Hmm?'
'Well, wouldn't fire, y'know, have somewhat inconsequential effects on it?'
'It's a possibility. But it's not as if he's literally filled to the brim with fire. Assuming his anatomy is similar to Dickinson's model, it's hydrogen or some other lighter than air gas his stomach's full of. And we all know how THAT reacts if you take a match to it. Plus it's a fantastic oppertunity to see if Dickinson was on the money, especially if I can ignite his Thor's Thimble...'
'His what?' asked Lanesra.
'It's part of a dragon's mouth, they use it to ignite the hydrogen in their stomachs to breath fire. BUT, if I can hit it, then there's a chance he'll have something of a blowout, a similar effect to striking a match sitting in the middle of a gas oven turned up to maximum! Won't do him any good, that's for sure!'
'You realise what kind of odds it would be to hit that target?! I suppose you're going to ask him to stand with his mouth open!'
'I honestly don't know! It could be complete hokum for all I know, I never had a chance to ask that Midnight person. If I can just distract him long enough for everyone else to get sorted, then that's a good enough start from me!'
'Then what?'
'Erm... oh, I'll think of something, I always do. Get something ready though, in case the shite DOES hit the fan. Something a little more useful than your last one though, if it's not too much to ask.'
'All right. Good luck matey.'
Taking a deep breath, rudimentary slingshot and marbles in hand, Julian stepped out through the door and into the street. Looking upwards, he watched as the creature flew back after being struck with some kind of magical energy. The creature was stunned. Now was the best time. 'OI! WHELP!' he roared. 'GET YER LAUGHING GEAR AROUND THIS!'
He taps one of his marbles sharply, slips it into the sling, and just as it began to smoulder he swung the rod and let his firey payload launch towards the area where his mouth was.
(OOC: Spot the references and win a batter pudding. Hurled at some speed.)
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Post by Zeytan on Jan 7, 2008 22:10:48 GMT
*Zeytan after his unplaned flight across the street of Wolfenden was a laying sprawled on the floor out cold after hitting his head on the ground.*
*Malark on the other hand was fine but obviusly worried about Zeytan who had yet to stier Malark gently tugged on Zeytan's shirts coller to try and rouse him and forlornly blew some Oragane Bubbles at him.*
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Post by Flaccus Hellfire on Jan 8, 2008 3:39:49 GMT
*Flaccus was in no way prepared to get struck by some energy blast, and felt himself get thrown and slam painfully into some barrels. Momentarilly dazed and groggy, he started to pick himself up, when he heard somebody yell. He instinctly rolled to one side, and narrowly avoided getting hit by some..marble. Looking at the marble, he began to chuckle, but then noticed that the remains of the barrel it hit was smoldering, and slowly but surely, melting. Gnomish inventions? Ones that actually work?! This realm is...bizzare. Flaccus pondered as he got back into his fighting stance, his head cleared by the sudden attack and realization this one was for real. He touched his sholder with his left hand, and while he did so, he hissed a word.*
[OOC: Flaccus has some of his own spellcasting abilities lol. He just casted Truestrike on himself, a spell that makes the persons next attack damn near impossible to evade.]
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Jan 8, 2008 12:55:24 GMT
*Phoenixflame winced as the spell Meliss sent knocked her away from Flaccus, and picked herself up from the floor where she had landed*
"Your assistance is much appreciated, and it's good to see a former student back again, it's turning into quite the reunion here, though I do wish gatecrashers such as these would stop turning up!"
*Phoenixflame smiled at Meliss, then turned her attention to Flaccus, the smile vanishing as she did so. Twin swords appeared in her hands, with pale, shimmering blades that seemd to glitter and sparkle*
"Is Zeytan alright?" Phoenixflame called over to Meliss, seeing her going over there*
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Post by Robin on Jan 8, 2008 14:14:42 GMT
*Robin's fingers tighten on the trigger, but seeing as there's a sudden lapse in the activity, he waits.*
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Post by Flaccus Hellfire on Jan 8, 2008 14:37:42 GMT
[OOC: Edited the post.]
*Flaccus saw PheonixFlame draw her own swords, and gave a large, toothy grin. FINNALLY, something that makes sence today! I'll take my time with this one. Flaccus thought to himself as he began to slowly close the gap between himself and PheonixFlame, his eyes occasionally darting to Robin, Julian, and Meliss.*
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Post by GreenDragon on Jan 8, 2008 17:07:47 GMT
*Meliss kneels down at Zeytan's side and after checking that he is breathing, is satisfied that he's just been knocked out and not seriously hurt. She notices Malark's worried expression and puts her hand out onto one of his claws, trying to reassure him*
"Don't worry Malark, he'll be ok - he'll probably be out cold for a few minutes but apart from that, there doesn't seem to be any bones broken or anything. I'll just cast a small healing spell, that should speed his recovery up a bit".
*She does this, it causes a healing aura to surround Zeytan. While this is taking effect, she calls over to Phoenixflame*
"There are a lot of people around, aren't there! Zeytan'll be fine in a few moments, I've cast a healing spell on him.
*Noticing Flaccus moving closer to his target, Meliss fires a spell at Phoenixflame's magical swords that will strengthen them and make them even more deadly than they already are.*
"I hope this helps...well, it should...I...er, I mean one has never used this spell in practice until now!"
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