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Post by Addis Hellfire on Dec 26, 2007 6:29:38 GMT
[OOC: I'm up for it. Addis' robes have a passive effect that lessens physical damage, but shouldn't offer any real protection until he activates some of the runes. Hit me with your best shot!]
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Post by Robin on Dec 26, 2007 20:18:50 GMT
[[OOC: OK!]]
*Robin furrows his brow. Squinting at the fighters down there, it's pretty clear which one he would be more au fait with battling against.*
Normal arrow... normal arrow... oh, come on, don't I have any arrows which are normal?
*His fingers, riffling through his quiver, find the sharp metal point of a standard wooden arrow.*
Chunk. *It slots into the crossbow.*
*Robin tenses, and aims his bow at Addis Hellfire.*
Okay, here we go. Let's give it a... well... give it a shot!!
*He fires.*
Shoom.
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Post by Robin on Dec 27, 2007 16:40:29 GMT
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 27, 2007 19:32:07 GMT
[OOC: Physically, most of Robin is still inside the Crazed Heifer; so if the other tavern-goers do something that directly affects him (such as losing hold of the ladder), or speak to him, it might work better to post Robin's response/reaction to any such event in this thread. You can decide for yourself when such an occasion arises.]
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Post by Callimpsest on Dec 27, 2007 20:33:34 GMT
*To Julian* The roof repair is semi-complete, you say? Well perhaps I should weave my magic - pardon the pun at your convenience - over that which is ready, then finish the job when you have done likewise. *He looks up at Robin.* For of course, what's left of the hole is currently serving a purpose.
*Calling to Robin* The distraction should be minor, if not minimal, but apologies if in practice it is otherwise.
*Callimpsest prepares to utter the incantation. He has more than one 'copy' of the spell, but nonetheless a limited supply, and feels a little disappointed at having to part with these souvenirs of his KMBS librarian days. He points a hand towards the roof and waggles his fingers, as if popping invisible airborne bubble wrap. Whether this is a necessary part of the spell-casting, or simply for show, is unclear.*
Lirpa, Ekip, Krik, Namirrah, Terrag, Dracip!
*There is a rustling sound as some of the newly-laid thatch is securely fixed into place. Callimpsest feels a rush of satisfaction, and realises that this is perhaps the most useful he's been since leaving the Boarding School. He repeats the incantation several times, after which all the thatching laid by Julian is firmly in place.
On the last casting, though, there is an unusual side-effect. Julian's thatching material must have been wheat straw, for it includes a small amount of the original crop. Under the influence of the magic, the wheat binds itself into little bundles which drop from the roof, bounce around among the rafters, fall, and land gently in what's left of Malark's bowl of milk. Although history will credit a 19th century American gentleman by the name of Henry Perky with this innovation, it truly belongs to Callimpsest: he has just invented shredded wheat.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 2, 2008 18:27:53 GMT
[ModNote: Under the circumstances, I think it would be sensible for all the action in this thread to continue in 'Draconian at the Door'. It will cut out any need for characters to be in two threads at once.]
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