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Larry, in response to Mistral's visitation:
"..."
"...!!!..."
"..M...i...Mist...tral...."
The man that had cheated death with the help of a particular odd friend and a love that spanned across dimensions finally sat up from his deathbed and shouted,
"Mistral! I will fi...."
In the excitement of awakening and having heard his dear wife's voice so close, Larry did not realize that he had been laying in a bed and when he reached out to grab at the air, he ended up falling out of the bed, landing near the fallen Lyulfe.
"Lyulfe? ...hey...er...you alright?"
OOC>>>PM me what I see or whatever.
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Shadow Bad Guy
The Mage was about to respond to the silver-tongued Roderik when something in the tower went very wrong. The whole place was in silent alert, but Roderik would not have known how to read the screams of the shadows. But the Mage did.
"Bind him until I return. Do not let him escape."
Then the Mage vanished with a puff.
What he left behind to deal with Roderik was not a trade-off that could be considered any better than the Mage himself. Two of the infamous shadow giants stood in the tall room, their hulky forms looming over the poor little human with a look of hatred burning in their eyes. More than likely, the only thing keeping them from killing him now was a direct order not to from the boss, but they also were told not to let him escape, so there they stood, ready to pounce on the little man with only the slightest provocation.
Into the throneroom he appeared, where his zu-zu zombie already had her form trained in his sights, his bow at the ready to fire with a command.
The mage saw the irony in this and smiled at his unwelcome guest, teasing her as was his custom.
"Grey! Fire at will."
An arrow was already streaming its way toward the druid's throat, another alrady in the bowstring and nearly ready to follow.
OOC>>>Tao...boo-yah!
[ 09-10-2004, 11:53 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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