Order of Merlin: A New Begining

[shadowhound]

Taking advantage of his current situation Shadow starts looting through the draws of the nearest cupboard. He pulls out a couple of wands and closes the draw again.

[Dagorion]

Standing in front of the door Dagorion gets the sudden urge to scratch himself. Putting his hand down his pants and scratching his groin the Dwarf reaches for the door handle and swings it open, only to find a snooping Shadowhound. Unable to move the Dwarf simply stands rooted to the spot, staring at Shadow, with one hand down his pants and and the other on the door handle.

[shadowhound]

Shadow points one of the wands at Dagorion and realises at the last second he is holding it backwards. He feels the electricity shoot under his arm and turns in time to see the bolt of electricity knock a expensive looking painting off the wall. He watches as the electricity rebounds around the room, it kocks a wardrobe apart, blows a pillow to shreads and smashes through a window.

Shadow looks at Dagorion and grins weakly as feathers start to float down.

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[LennonCook]

Aramion hears the cuffuffle and steps out of his chamber. One glance round, and his psionic instincts to keep very calm kick in. "Now" he thinks to himself "lets put this fire out..."
He quickly steps into Turgon's mind just long enough to instruct him to launch some Cones of Cold, and repeats it with Shadowhound. With the fire about half quelled, he notices that a bit more is needed... his eyes start glowing a deep black, and he waves his hands about all over the place, as if giving instructions. After a while, the ice begins to lift and move itself over the flame. His power all but exhausted, Aramion ends the spell and drops the realy cold fire into the realy hot fire. The ice promptly melts into water, and extinguishes the rest of the flame. That done, he looks around at the chaos. "Now" he says calmly "what is the meaning of this?"

[Dagorion]

Dagorion, still stunned from being caught with his hand "in the cookie jar" and being barely missed by a lightning bolt, simply stares at the Order's leader like a dear in the headlights. Suddenly, as if hit by a very cold fish, the Dwarf stiffens, grabbing his menacing piece of wood Dagorion takes a swipe at the Elves head.

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[LennonCook]

Aramion ducks slightly to avoid being hit in the nether regions by the Dwarf's plank. He quickly seiazes the flying menace and puts it somewhere out of Dagorion's reach. He growls quietly "You have not yet answered me, short one"... "what is the meaning of this?"

[shadowhound]

Deciding that there is a good chance of Dagorion being blamed for the destruction, Shadow quickly backs away and heads towards the kitchen to see if he can scavange some food.

[Dagorion]

Dagorion suddenly becomes sober. This is a great shock as it has been quite literally decades since he had a clear head. The dwarf stares at the Order's leader as though he had just accused him of having sexual relations with Mystra and, through lack of a better idea, begins faking an epileptic fit.

[LennonCook]

Aramion looks at the dwarf and rolls his eyes. He claps his hands twice and three of the Palace's servent goblins walk out of nowhere. After a few quick mutterings between short green guys and a bent over Elf, Dagorion is suddenly being whacked constantly with eating utensils.

[Dagorion]

Dagorion's first reaction (and strangely, his only one) is to fart. A sound emits from the Dwarf's rear so loud it seems as though it could tear apart the very fabric of existence. As the echoes of the flatulent chorus fade off, a stench so foul it would make the inhabitants of the Abyss gag fills the room.
A contented smile crosses Dagorion's face.