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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:46:06 GMT -5
Nick frowned but was silent as Amelia picked it up. The dagger is freezing cold but light and quick. Frostbite is imminent in less than a minute.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 20:48:36 GMT -5
Amelia looked at Nick for a moment, before tearing a large strip from her cloak and turning it into a satchel of sorts, placing the dagger inside. "This is getting thrown in the sea," She said, looking up at Nick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:50:47 GMT -5
His right hand continues twitching. "Probably for the best," he said. His head and upper body are bloody. "I wish we had a volcano. Or...even a fucking dragon."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:53:30 GMT -5
The Crowl sees a lot of burned shit. Barrows aren't really Egyptian pharoah tombs. He can have all the bones he wants though.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 20:54:04 GMT -5
Amelia nods with a grave expression on her face. "Not like anyone could hold this for longer than a few minutes..." She looks around and frowns. "Cassana... where is she?"
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 26, 2015 20:54:24 GMT -5
Crowl collects the choice bones for his art projects and keeps shuffling around the rock.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:58:25 GMT -5
Kalvin is sitting next to Cassana's unmoving body, Ice stuck in the ground next to him. His undershirt is slick with blood and stones stuck in his skin from the massive burst of spells. His elbows are on his knees and he's rubbing his face slowly, like trying to wake up from a nightmare.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 21:00:13 GMT -5
Amelia nods to herself when she sees the princess before dropping to her knees. "Just need to... lie down..." She manages, placing the dagger-bag beside her before lying down.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 21:05:05 GMT -5
Nick hands her a skin of water and stumbles off in some random direction to absorb the events.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 26, 2015 21:08:00 GMT -5
Maekar had managed to make his way back to the horses while his companions kept fight. He slipped onto his, and arrived back to find that it was over. He slumped against the horses neck,"Kalvin, we.... need.. to get her to a maester, or something."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 21:11:01 GMT -5
"We need to get her to a fucking mausoleum," he said. He takes a drink of water and rubs his head. "We need the gods-damned maesters."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 26, 2015 21:18:15 GMT -5
Maekar kept an eye open,"Is there seriously no hope for her? If she is even remotely alive, we have to try."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 26, 2015 21:25:44 GMT -5
Ilvar finishes his hymn, and then stands to join the others. "I have always wanted to meet such a man. We will have much to discuss, I think." He made his way to his moose, and mounted him.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 26, 2015 21:38:17 GMT -5
(OOC: Upgraaaades)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2015 4:33:13 GMT -5
She's dead, Jim.
1 to Maekar, 1 to Dudley (100 skill now?), 2 to shadow, 1 to fire, 1 to crowl, 2 to shape shift for ilvar
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