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[Owen]<BR>
Owen will throw a fireball into the small rift the Elf is calling, and immediately begin moving towards the Elf.<BR>
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> Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2011 11:24:32 -0700<BR>> From: mightymartianca@gmail.com<BR>> To: taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> Subject: Re: [Taocow PBEM] [Everyone Back Together] Book 3 - Chapter V - England<BR>> <BR>> OOC: I'd like to welcome Lady Frost's player back. And again, I <BR>> apologize for my lateness.<BR>> <BR>> [Dodges]<BR>> Alex: 20 (not natural) and 23<BR>> Carlos: 17 and 15<BR>> Justin: 33 and 25<BR>> Koba: 11 and 21<BR>> Lady Frost: 15 and 15<BR>> Owen: 10 and 10<BR>> Osiris: 7 and 10<BR>> Ted: 21 and 18<BR>> [/Dodges]<BR>> <BR>> [GM]<BR>> The four missiles hit in succession [Damages: 40 MDC, 30MDC, 30MDC, <BR>> 30MDC]. Only Owen and Osiris are struck by the blast from the first <BR>> missile, but Osiris is also hit by the second.<BR>> <BR>> Of the two missiles aimed at Lady Frost, only the blast from one hits <BR>> her, and Alex is spared from both.<BR>> <BR>> Utter chaos now reigns. There is thick smoke and fire everywhere, and <BR>> moans of the injured. A horse runs in front of the main company, it's <BR>> chest literally torn open and ribs visible, all that's left of its <BR>> riding is the torso and legs. The smell of blood, smoke and explosives <BR>> is everywhere.<BR>> <BR>> At Alex and Lady Frost's position, it's much the same. Lady Frost has <BR>> taken more damage, she can handle it, and yet she's feeling the pain. <BR>> Alex and Louissa can see nothing of their main company, but calls from <BR>> her pursuers to each other suggest that they've abandoned her and are <BR>> running back to the main company to offer assistance.<BR>> <BR>> Louissa runs up behind Alex, baby in arm. "We've got to help them, <BR>> Alex. Those jets will be coming around again and we need to get <BR>> everyone to cover."<BR>> <BR>> Back with the main company, the jets can be distantly heard coming about <BR>> again. For the most part everyone was lucky this time, but...<BR>> <BR>> The smoke clears a bit and it reveals Sir Justin holding Osiris, armor <BR>> in tatters, burns and blood covering his body. The old man is clearly dead.<BR>> <BR>> More death and injury are revealed. All the knights are on the ground, <BR>> some writhing in pain, some not moving at all. It's hard to take in, <BR>> but the injuries are awful. Some of the men are running to their <BR>> comrades to try to give what medical care they can, but with the jets <BR>> coming about, it's more of a quick triage and those that they can judge <BR>> likely to survive are being dragged towards the forest.<BR>> <BR>> And then they see the elf, Arsandel, that they had rescued unconscious <BR>> from the submarine. He is surrounded in a sickening green light as his <BR>> hands literally dive into the chest of one of the injured, a gout of <BR>> blood spurting up as the elf begins chanting "Isus vaelius imraeus <BR>> turani..." Above him the air is shimmering and vibrating, and then <BR>> there is almost a crack, like a small dimensional rift, beyond which is <BR>> blackness, and a black, smoking six fingered clawed hand reaches through...<BR>> [/GM]<BR>> <BR>> -- <BR>> Aaron Clausen<BR>> _______________________________________________<BR>> Taocowpbem mailing list<BR>> Taocowpbem@zork.net<BR>> http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem<BR> </body>
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