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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 14:57:08 GMT -5
Daeron clenched his hands into fists. "I've been to Silverhill... the lord is currently away in Lannisport but I could not find anything strange there." He mumbles, leaning against Maahor.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 14:59:10 GMT -5
The men blink several times... "We meant this area here," They said gesturing.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:04:00 GMT -5
"I can't bloody well see can I?" Daeron replies. "What is in the area where he hasn't struck?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 15:09:16 GMT -5
"its at the center of all these attacks... as though the attacker started close to home, and than began to range further away from his base of operations. I believe there are many mines in the area. Workers go there during the day, and than return home to the base of the mountains at night." The Sage replies... sagely.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:23:10 GMT -5
"Good, well... I can't hunt this bastard if I can't see so the three of you had better think of something soon." Daeron moved away from Maahor now, eyes still closed. "Will water work?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 15:24:17 GMT -5
"Ah... It is possible," the man replies.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:25:34 GMT -5
Daeron frowns. "Codd, go find some water." The sellsword nods and moves off. "You men are in deep trouble if I am blinded."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 15:26:49 GMT -5
Codd returns with flagon of water.
The sages shrug,
"You really should not have pulled your sword your grace..."
"violence was quite unnecessary."
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:28:07 GMT -5
"Not from my perspective." Daeron replied. He turned and held his head up, Codd slowly dripping water onto his eyes.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 15:31:07 GMT -5
The sensation immediately worsens, with the burning spreading as the powder is liquidized and spreads down his cheeks, and neck. Daeron can naught but curse and thrash about.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:34:14 GMT -5
"Think of something, now!" Daeron shouts at the men between curses.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 15:35:50 GMT -5
The men pull away into a huddle and begin conversing rapidly amongst them in a language which does not sound familiar to Daeron's ears.
Eventually after almost ten minutes of agony, Daeron's vision starts to return, and he feels better, although still miserable.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:38:30 GMT -5
"What are you doing?" Daeron asks, walking slowly towards the men and shielding his eyes from the sun.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 15, 2009 15:39:36 GMT -5
"We've come to the conclusion," says Sage Gutherson,
"That only the application of sufficient time will suffice," another finishes.
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Post by Flex on Dec 15, 2009 15:41:39 GMT -5
"Well I can see again now." Daeron replies bitterly. "Anyway, I need my map back. Also, you still didn't answer my question - why you were staring at me."
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