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Dec 1, 2014 0:52:10 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 1, 2014 0:52:10 GMT
"If you insist." She made sure the man was stable as they descended the stairs.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 1, 2014 1:03:13 GMT
Alaric led her outside to the apothecary, signified by the healing wand for those who couldn't read. The rune of foresight on his neck began to itch almost painfully. "My lady I do not believe it is safe here."
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Dec 1, 2014 1:05:36 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 1, 2014 1:05:36 GMT
"We owe it to this man to at least make sure they take him in." She glared at him and approached the man at the counter
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Post by Nobody on Dec 1, 2014 1:59:52 GMT
The man was working on a potion of some kind, slicing herbs with quick precise movements. From what could be seen of him, angled as he was, he was handsome and tall, with dark hair pulled back into one long pony tail, probably Libertaten like Alaric. He didn't look up from his work. "What can I do for you?"
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Dec 1, 2014 2:11:10 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 1, 2014 2:11:10 GMT
"This man just needs some medical attention." She delicately helped him closer. "I just need to make sure he gets care. Expense is not an issue."
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Post by Nobody on Dec 1, 2014 2:32:10 GMT
"What are you, royalty?" The man laughed harshly.
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Dec 1, 2014 2:35:38 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 1, 2014 2:35:38 GMT
"My father is one of the most successful merchants in Pycelle. Happy?" She glared at him. "Can you help the man or not?"
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Post by Nobody on Dec 1, 2014 2:43:25 GMT
"Aye I can. But I should warn you." He turned to her, face twisted by his snarl and the awful burn scars on his face, the milky white of his left eye focusing on her. "I can't stand liars."
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Dec 1, 2014 2:47:32 GMT
Post by canas on Dec 1, 2014 2:47:32 GMT
''And we can't stand those who Pry their noses into other peoples business.'' Cultus snapped at the man, clearly peeved over the situation.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 1, 2014 3:31:28 GMT
The rune on Alaric's neck blazed into visibility. The man promptly stiffarmed Cultus through a window. "Rotten little shit."
He pointed a finger to Aoife. "Right. You're supposed to die." A black rune flickered into his dead eye, constantly scrambling as if from static. A bolt of fire raced towards the princess.
Alaric stumbled into the path of the bolt, a small ward of humming air covering his body. The fire slammed into him, carrying the princess with him into the street. He wrapped his arms around her, protecting her even as they slammed into the fountain in the center of town. He stood, his armor fully covering him in an instant. "My lady, wake Adminius immediately. I will divert this man's attacks." Every rune on his body screamed, not just in protest of his continued use of them without rest, but at the assailant's very presence. Alaric drew Inritus.
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Dec 1, 2014 3:40:12 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 1, 2014 3:40:12 GMT
She just looked at him with horrified eyes for a moment. "B-but what about...?!" She shook her head. She knew he was right in this situation. She had to hurry away or it all would have been for naught. She jumped to her feet and took off for the Inn.
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Dec 1, 2014 3:55:16 GMT
Post by canas on Dec 1, 2014 3:55:16 GMT
Cultus stood, groaning as the glass cut into his muscles as they moved. Of all the windows he could be thrown out of, it had to be the one where they could afford glass...
-Quit your bitching- he thought to himself, -and act.- He drew his sword, reaching into his pocket and drawing up a handful of briar seeds, he threw them in a wiwide arc, scattering them. He reached for his knife, morrigans rune glowing, separating it from the others on the blade.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 1, 2014 19:27:26 GMT
Alaric tried to steady his breathing. No one but he ought to be able to cast spells like that. And that mark in his eye... What was it? It was not one of the seven runes.
He threw up a wall of ice behind the princess, breaking the assassin's line of sight. "Heathen, if you would do her harm you must first strike me down."
The assassin snarled and threw both hands forward, twin jets of fire racing forward. Alaric raised another ward, this one focused around his left palm. He looked to Cultus, preparing a spell involving Soma.
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Dec 1, 2014 21:06:15 GMT
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Post by canas on Dec 1, 2014 21:06:15 GMT
In the time the assassin was focusing on Alaric, Culrus' spell was ready. The seeds hed scattered sprouted, growing explosively. Some seeds laid still, but the majority of them grew, quickly filling the small shop with hundreds of thorny vines.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 2, 2014 1:07:47 GMT
The burned man snarled. "Parlor tricks won't stop me here. Do you think that after coming here myself I'd let some... 'hedge' magician stop me?!"
He threw fireballs left and right, lighting the patches of thistle. Before long the whole of the store was alight. Alaric grabbed Cultus and jumped out the window. Alaric hauled Cultus to his feet. "I need you to attempt to hold him." He held one hand up and began to focus. The air over his palm started to shimmer.
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