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Originally posted by 250:
Res gave a hearty laughter and mentally pictured the surprised face of a half drunk dwarf.
"This is going to be very rewarding" Res thought with a wistful smile.
The mage woke with a low grunt, he tried to free his hands but found himself tightly tied up against a chair. He surveyed the room with a uneased glance. A man dressed in green had noticed his awaken, cursing his luck softly, he had to outsmart his captors, if he wants to get out of this alive.
"how ironic" he thought "I was sent to capture someone, now the hunter becomes the prey"
Without saying a word, he ignored the curious look from the stalker, and surved the room carefully.
[This message has been edited by 250 (edited 10-31-2001).]
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On a whim, Shadow willed his armor to blend with his surroundings, then approached the mage. As the man's eyes swung back upon him, he couldn't help but grin a bit, knowing the effect his seemingly disembodied head had on the man. "Hello friend," he said. "What say we have ourselves a chat, and then I'll see what I can do about getting you out of that chair."
OOC: My armor is called Armor of the Chameleon 250
