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[Owen]<BR>
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Owen will wait to see which of these crazy individuals attacks, and will fire a Mind Bolt at that baddie.<BR>
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> From: koba.rowers@gmail.com<BR>> Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2010 18:40:03 -0400<BR>> To: taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> Subject: Re: [Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter III<BR>> <BR>> Koba will take out the vibroblade and prepare to defend himself from the beast. "watch your weapons fire inside the sub. We don't need more holes. "<BR>> <BR>> OOC: I am out if town for next week. <BR>> <BR>> On Oct 8, 2010, at 3:21 PM, Kitsune <kitsunefx@netzero.net> wrote:<BR>> <BR>> > [Alex]<BR>> > "Damn, can't anything ever not be complex," the red headed scout exclaims<BR>> > <BR>> > Alex will fire a stun grenade at the elf from her rifle and then draw her dagger to face off the organism.<BR>> > [/Alex]<BR>> > <BR>> > On 10/07/2010 16:17, Aaron Clausen wrote:<BR>> >> <BR>> >> [GM]<BR>> >> Even as Alex and Owen give their observations, Ted sees the Ambassador's<BR>> >> vital signs blink. For a moment he seems dead; no pulse, no respiration,<BR>> >> pupils dilate. Even non-psychics can feel some force around them, for the<BR>> >> psychics it's a feeling akin to sticking a fork in an electrical socket.<BR>> >> <BR>> >> The Ambassador's feline eyes flutter open and then he takes a deep breath<BR>> >> before coughing violently, bloody sputum striking Ted.<BR>> >> <BR>> >> Suddenly the spinning ghostly entity that had confronted the company earlier<BR>> >> is in their midst. From somewhere within its spinning vortex a voice<BR>> >> screams "Uoy ot mood srepeels eht denekawa uoy! uoy ot mood srepeels<BR>> >> eht denekawa uoy!"<BR>> >> <BR>> >> It moves towards the company at great speed, tearing up a couple of chairs,<BR>> >> seemingly to use as weapons. It screams again "Ooy ot mood srepeels eht<BR>> >> denekawa uoy!"<BR>> >> <BR>> >> Out from the shadows limps a tall, frail figure. It is an male elf,<BR>> >> pale-skinned with platinum-colored waist-length hair, wearing gray robes, torn and burnt.<BR>> >> There is a deep scare along the elf's forehead, and part of his left<BR>> >> hand, including three fingers, looks to have been cut off by a laser cutter or<BR>> >> something of equal accuracy. There seem to be many wounds under the robes, and fresh blood<BR>> >> is seen on the already blood-stained robes.<BR>> >> <BR>> >> "Kill it, fools!" the elf cries.<BR>> >> [/GM]<BR>> >> <BR>> >> [Etta]<BR>> >> Etta cries out, "No! Not the spirit. Kill Arsendel!" She goes to her belt to<BR>> >> pull out a rather nasty looking energy pistol.<BR>> >> [/Etta]<BR>> >> <BR>> > <BR>> > <BR>> > -- <BR>> > If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope of reward,<BR>> > then we are a sorry lot indeed -<BR>> > - Albert Einstein, German-born American Physicist<BR>> > <BR>> > Kitsune<BR>> > Email: kitsune@addr.com or kitsunefx@netzero.net<BR>> > Homepage: http://www.kitsune.addr.com/<BR>> > _______________________________________________<BR>> > Taocowpbem mailing list<BR>> > Taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> > http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem<BR>> _______________________________________________<BR>> Taocowpbem mailing list<BR>> Taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem<BR> </body>
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