Ares
Drow
Doctor
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Post by Ares on May 15, 2005 2:27:32 GMT -5
Ares coughed severely, clutching his chest, and continued breathing heavily. At least, so it appeared to anyone watching. Ares knew she wouldn't let him preform a teleportation spell to escape, so he used yet another ruse to try and escape. Not even the finest of ears could tell that instead of coughing violently, Ares was really chanting the only teleportation spell he knew. So much was the knowledge of Ares of his own body, that behind his clutched hand, he was even holding a small magic pendant to draw force for the spell. At Surreal's question, he stopped coughing, and paused to smile, before vanishing into the air...
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Surreal
High Elven Archmage
I will defend, to your death, my right to an opinion.
Posts: 75
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Post by Surreal on May 15, 2005 2:33:58 GMT -5
Surreal snarled, the sound emiting from deep within her throat. She glowed softly as she connected her mind with Ares' just for a moment to say, *Good bye, Ares,* her voice a soft whisper in his mind. *Pray we do not meet again, dear coward, under the same circumstances.*
Surreal turned to Bacchus and her face contorted with disgust. Rather than let him go now that Ares was gone, she instead continued to hold him in place with her magic. "How much do you have to drink to become that creepily gross?"
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Post by Bacchus on May 23, 2005 19:22:08 GMT -5
"A couplaa bottes o' thhis 'll da et," Bacchus responded, too drunk to realize that she might have not actually meant for him to answer, "I mack et myzellfff. Es gud. Yaa shoulll shry zum. Ann oo's greepily kross? I appin ta be saa besht bre'er in thown!" He seemed to grow a little annoyed with her non-appreciation of such a fine brew. His eyes narrowed, but he tried not to show the annoyance in his face. He wasn't quite aware of the problem facing him, as he tried to step closer to Surreal, but found that he couldn't even move. "Wass koin' onn? I kannt muv..."
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Surreal
High Elven Archmage
I will defend, to your death, my right to an opinion.
Posts: 75
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Post by Surreal on May 25, 2005 22:43:44 GMT -5
Surreal took a step back despite her spell, for Bacchus' stench of alcohol still reached her delicate nose. "Its called a spell," Surreal muttered in response, deciding that everything else didn't really deserve a response. Then again...
"Best brewer in the town, eh?" Surreal asked, fighting to keep her dinner down. "Remind me never to go into the brewing business."
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Post by Bacchus on May 27, 2005 14:47:43 GMT -5
"A spfell, eh? Ya a maj er somfin'? Ya'd hafta ba pfretty pfo'erfa ta gast a spfell lie tha sa easly," Bacchus blurted out, still unaware of how much he was offending the woman in front of him. "Ya don hafta pfresiate gud liquor ta bre, bu et elps. Um onee saa besht cus' I pfut car inta my art."
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Surreal
High Elven Archmage
I will defend, to your death, my right to an opinion.
Posts: 75
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Post by Surreal on Jun 1, 2005 23:37:32 GMT -5
Surreal took yet another step back and pulled a black handkerchief from her boot, holding it delicately over her small nose. "I am a mage, yes, but spells like the one I'm using are not necessarily powerful, they just take concentration and practice."
Surreal warily shook her head. "And I sure as hell was not complimenting your lack of a profession."
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