@Xandax: I think craig is thinking that the mage you are facing in the bar is Xandax’s father, which he’s not. I don’t even know Xandax’s father
BTW, yes, you slipped into unconsciousness from blood loss.
@craig: This mage isn’t the type to miss, but I’ll go with it for now.
@Fas: I’d like to keep the thread as spam-free as possible.
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Originally posted by craig <STRONG>{OOC Gulp}</STRONG>
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Am I that bad?D
Hey, I’M not the one that pissed off the mage. I just tell what happens when you piss him off.
*****
The mage’s intent stare is broken by an incoming arrow. Annoyed by the interruption, he flings a shiny little ball at the irksome elf. It misses, and hits the wall to explode in a powerful blast. He launches a second one just as Thryn hurdles over his head, and it crashes into the ceiling with a resounding boom. Rickety to begin with, the ceiling gives away in a four feet radius, collapsing right over the mage. To no one’s surprise
, the huge chunks of rock merely bounce off the mage’s potent shield.
Just then, the swashbuckler, free of the mob, comes running down the stairs. He gapes at the destruction around him, and the bodies of his dead companions.
He turns toward the mage. “Derlaz! What the hell happened here?”
The mage speaks, his voice calm and powerful. “Obviously, your fellows got themselves killed.”
The swashbuckler is taken aback. “You...you’re not even hurt.” He looks at Thryn, Faisal, and the unconscious Xandax. “If they were good enough to kill our companions, how do you still stand? Unless...YOU BETRAYED THEM!” The swashbuckler charges at the mage. Some instinct, some gut feeling, tells Faisal and Thryn not to follow suit.
The mage calmly, slowly, raises his hand, his index finger outstretched. Just as the swashbuckler swings his blade, the mage says but one word.
“Die.”
The swashbuckler collapses, life forever gone from his honorable eyes.
“Now for you fools...” the mage says, smiling as he turns to face his remaining foes.
"Faisal - we got to get out of here –
now - this mage is too powerful, we must withdraw,” speaks Xandax, now awake, with great effort.
Suddenly, the mage’s attention is caught by a teleportation gate forming in their midst. Out steps a powerful-looking wizard clad in a translucent, multi-colored robe.
“Now’s our chance,” whispers Xandax. “Let’s get out of here while he’s distracted.”
*****
I STRONGLY suggest you follow Xandax’s advice unless you have a death wish.
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