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Kemia pulls a length of silk rope out of his/her saddlebags, and lowers it into the hole until she/he hears it hit the ground. She/he then looks for something to tie the rope to, to secure it.
- Fri Oct 11, 2013 10:26 pm
- Forum: Tavern
- Topic: The End... or, The Beginning?
- Replies: 72
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As he goes to his room, Vermillion takes off his cloak, revealing a set of full plate armor, minus the helmet. A longsword hangs at his side, until he pulls off the strap keeping it attached. He sets the sword down, then sets about disassembling his armor, piece by piece. Once he's finished, he craw...
The androgynous zebra offers a thin-lipped smile. "Before we begin, let us be strangers no more. My name is Kemia; what is yours?" Part of the cloak is pulled aside, revealing a multitude of flasks and vials, as well as the blowpipe from before. Kemia leads his/her fellow zebra to the hole...
Delta smiles a little. "You don't know much about healing magic, do you?" She got under SeSe, and carefully pushed the leatherwing to her hooves. "You should be fine. Any residual pain you're feeling is just minor bruising. Curative magic deals with the biggest problems first."
// I have seen a lot of 4 rolls, what a streak! // ((I don't know what to say. I guess the dice have it out for me today.)) Cursing, the zebra stows the blowpipe, and dashes off, hoping to find his/her fellow zebra. She/he mutters imprecations as she/he goes, trying to find his/her kin as soon as p...