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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 15:15:25 GMT -5
Brandon moves ever closer to the exit of the library while searching for something that he might use as a weapon, "Demezla was in on it all along then" he mutters. He bites his lips har enough to barely draw blood and let it pool in his mouth.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 16:28:34 GMT -5
The Library has two exits. The one where Uller, in the guard's body, is standing, and the other one, perhaps 50 meters away, at the other end of the Library.
The man advances.
"Don't be an idiot. Demezla is soo enjoyable to wear, that she is my primary vessel, these days." He advances still closer. He is closing the gap rapidly, the wicked knife gleaming.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 23:55:44 GMT -5
Brandon tries to spit the blood he has in his mouth at the face of the man, and tries to ignite it as he makes a run for it.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 1:46:45 GMT -5
(ooc: Blood is not a naturally flammable object, so Target #: 165, Brandon: 167)
Flaming droplets of blood bespeckle the guardsman's face, and he shrieks in horror, as he falls to the ground, trying to put out the burning.
Brandon enters a long hallway, filled with suits of armor. Axes,swords, daggers, flails, spears and maces adorn the walls.
There are two exits, one ahead, and one to the right, not counting the entrance to the library from which Brandon just fled.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 13, 2008 8:17:48 GMT -5
Brandon takes a sword and a mace from the wall. He throws the mace on a suit of armor in the hallway ahead and moves to the right. Though after a few meters he hides behind a suit of armor that stands in the shadows. He's ready to set fire to the man's shirt if he approaches.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 10:45:51 GMT -5
No man enters the hall of weapons after several minutes.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 13, 2008 11:05:10 GMT -5
Brandon continues to move silently in the hallway to the right.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 11:13:36 GMT -5
This hallway is filled with mirrors which give it the appearance of going on forever. Even the doors are backed with mirrors, making the exit difficult to find.
There is a crash behind him, and the door back into the armory shuts tight.
He must go forward.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 13, 2008 14:45:01 GMT -5
Brandon curses and and tries to find an exit as he walks forward.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 14:57:29 GMT -5
Brandon advances through the hall of mirrors, when suddenly, a hundred guards in the Uller uniform appear on all sides, or rather, one guard, mirrored a hundred times.
"Now Brandon, that wasn't very nice at all. That poor man will likely never see again." The images say in unison. They all draw a dagger from their belts.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 13, 2008 15:01:16 GMT -5
Brandon calms his breathing and holds his sword at the ready. He tries to determine which way the sound of the dagger being drawed from the belt, the footsteps and the voice come from. (master mysteries of fire and sound).
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 15:22:18 GMT -5
(ooc: To represent the sacrifice necessary to produce this level of magic use, I'm going to give Brandon a light wound, -10. Additional magic use may require additional wounds as Brandon taxes his body. Target Number for Success: 150, Brandon: 190. Success)
In the haze vision of his mind's eye, Brandon can see the waves of sound emitted from the figure on his left. he is just in time, the guard lunges with the dagger.)
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 13, 2008 15:43:59 GMT -5
Brandon kicks the dagger away as the man droops it and stands back, ready to strike if anything else happens.
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Post by The Stranger on May 13, 2008 15:49:26 GMT -5
"Get out of my head!!!" he screams at Brandon, blood seeping from his tear ducts.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 13, 2008 15:53:22 GMT -5
Brandon blinks and looks around for something to tie the man up with untill he had calmed down.
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Hope you all are well and happy.