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Hearing the distinct twang of a bowstring loosing it's feathered charges Morguerat rushed in, his massive blade glowing a very dim blue. Since his ordeal with the Mod Mage and gaining a small amount of arcane spellcasting power he recognised some of the whispered words, Pyros in particular caught his ear, throwing himself to the ground and rolling to the left he hoped that whatever explosive effect the spell caused would pass him by, it was only when he stopped rolling that he realised his sword was nearly a dozen feet away, where he had dropped it when he began rolling
[ 01-15-2003, 01:54 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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