| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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ask
The old man rises, moves into the small kitchen area, comes back a few minutes later with mis-matched mugs filled with an amber liquid. He hands one to Rev, sits back down and sips. Waiting to see if there is more, turning over what the younger man said in his mind.Larko
Larko gets dark beer, although one whose alchol content is nearly non-existant.With a drink, the meals range from 1sp-3sp. Good meals but nothing horribly extravagant.
Rev is waiting for Jask to say something. That, or he just doesn't know what else to say on the matter. He takes the mug.
If the woman comes back to take their food order, Rev orders Red cabbage, potatoes with gravy, and roasted meat. Simple and savory.
"There isn't even a sign outside." He remarks to Larko.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Rev to Hit
Her save:
Damage:
Rev Combat Casting
"Time to say goodnight, darling." Rev very gently touches the other Tiefling. The light brush of his fingers impart a torrent of negative energy.
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shadow attack
Janiven
Amaya stands
Fiosa heals/channels
Mathalen move/attack once
possible fumble
"Լավ գործ է: Հիմա, այս անգամ հարվածել է նրան, խնդրում եմ" Her voice reasonable but a little frustrated. It must not bother her that much because she slashes at Melilot twice but the second, perhaps desperate attack, chitters over her armor. The shadow, as the vast majority of the shadows met in this place, misses.
"Do not be distracted by her movements, aim for her weakpoints. Rev, she is not like you, she is not trying to be good." He follows up his advice with a powerful blow that cuts into her thigh. Unlike most people hit by the large swordmen, she does not fall.
Again Gravlax strikes double-handed at the woman with his dueling sword. However, this time Sian is ready and dodges enough for his blow to be cushioned by her armor.
Amaya struggles to her feet then finds her sword, as soon as the muck is spit from her mouth she picks back up the song.
And shoots another arrow at the freak. The press of Rev and Azhar and everyone else in his way keeping the arrow from getting near the target.
Melilot swings at the woman who seems intent on killing her and this time the blow lands. And despite taking a blow from both heavy hitters, the tiefling is still going strong, clearly the freak Cassian dubbed her.
Mathalen jumps down, moving through the sludge, which must be slippery based on the wreck of a swing she makes. She tries to balance herself and keeps from falling. Janiven takes a step back in the muck, getting a better angle on the tiefling foe. Her arrow just barely misses. Fiosa, trying to keep Melilot on her feet, channels again.
"Time to say goodnight, darling." Rev very gently touches the other Tiefling. The light brush of his fingers impart a torrent of negative energy. Her flesh lightens with the rot of the touch.
Lacedon2 -37 destroyed
Lacedon3 -57 destroyed
Jabe -38 destroyed
Sian -66
Azhar -6 diseased
Melilot -34
Rev -0 sickened
Amaya sickened
Mathalen -2 AC for rnds
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║ door to howling hallway
W waterfall
~ shallow water
≈ deep water
D = Lacedon (d = destroyed)
J = Big Lacedon
S = Sian, H = Shadow
A = Azhar
C = Cassian (and Rygel)
G = Gravlax
M = Melilot
R = Rev
Y = Amaya (prone)
F = Fiosa (standing over the fallen Jabe)
J = Janiven
L = Mathalen
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"Lamb-chop? That's all you can come up with?" He asks, quite seriously.
"I feel cut meat is quite appropriate for some of your group." Her glowing eyes bright as she looks over Melilot's bleeding cuts.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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AC:18
hp: 49 of 55
Fort:5 ref:5 will:2
Azhar winces at the destructive power of Rev's touch. For some reason he seems more affected by that then metal cutting through flesh. He mutters, "Good night, darling." under his breath as he strikes again.
to hit: Power Attack incl, FE,
Bardic, Bless included, flanking included
dam: Power Attack inc., FE, Bardic
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other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack, FE, Bardic,
Bless incl
dam: Power Attack, FE, Bardic inc.
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Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack, FE, Bardic,
Bless incl
dam: Power Attack, FE, Bardic inc.
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Janiven ; move to activate hunter's bond
Amaya sing; tumble past to get next to Melilot ;
Fiosa double move DC 5 jump
Mathalen
AoO on Amaya
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"Եթե նա ընկնում է, շրջանակի շուրջ դեպի ետ մեծ մարդու" With the instruction given, her shortsword flashes out again. Only the first blow hitting, but that is enough to drop the halfling. Sian takes a step forward as her shadow swipes at the fallen, but not dead, blonde then disappears into the wall.
Azhar quickly steps up, following. His blow this time hits her full in the back. Azhar winces at the destructive power of Rev's touch. For some reason he seems more affected by that then metal cutting through flesh. He mutters, under his breath as he strikes again. Sian follows Melilot to the floor, also bleeding out. As the tiefling falls there is a confused moan from the wall where the shadow disappeared, a sound that is cut off suddenly.
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She smiles up at him once or twice as they walk and she does not pull away from his arm.
Quietly, "It is still light out... I would have been safe walking home, if you wanted to finish reading his tome."
She shivers as he kisses her neck, the feeling traveling down then up her body. Her eyes darken with feeling, her mouth crooking up. "And what fantasy do you want fulfilled as your reward?"
In the mug is an Andorean brandy, horribly illegal in Cheliax but far tastier than the local drek. The old man takes a light draw on the spirits. Then, finally, his voice slightly rough, "I know that you are asking for advice..." the old man breathes deeply, "But this isn't the kind of decision that someone else's opinion means much. If you go or if you stay, you are sacrificing something important to you or," he qualifies, "that could be important."
Another sip. "You know your brother can take care of himself but if is in over his head and gets himself killed after you leave, you'll feel responsible." Another sip, "If you don't go, you'll always wonder if there could be something with your red-haired assassin. If you do, you may find out that there can't be, may find out there can."
The old man's lined face turns up into a soft smiles, "And it should not affect your decision in any way, Rev, but should you go, I will miss you." He chuckles, "But also hope that your journey turns out well."
Larko orders, "That pickled cabbage stuff with the bacon."
Once the waitress is gone with their orders, Larko replies. "Most of 'em are foreigners, so they like to keep a low profile." He looks around the room, which while not crowded is decently busy, [b]"I suppose they get enough custom without the advertising and it makes it easier for the wrong type to overlook them.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
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Rev kneels over Sian, putting himself between the downed Tiefling and the rest of the group. "It would mean a lot to me if you didn't finish her off." He remarks to the group in general as he stabilizes her without bringing her back to conciousness.
"And you didn't want me to be part of this crew." Rev casts Cure Moderate upon Melilot.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Jask
In the mug is an Andorean brandy, horribly illegal in Cheliax but far tastier than the local drek. The old man takes a light draw on the spirits. Then, finally, his voice slightly rough, "I know that you are asking for advice..." the old man breathes deeply, "But this isn't the kind of decision that someone else's opinion means much. If you go or if you stay, you are sacrificing something important to you or," he qualifies, "that could be important."Another sip. "You know your brother can take care of himself but if is in over his head and gets himself killed after you leave, you'll feel responsible." Another sip, "If you don't go, you'll always wonder if there could be something with your red-haired assassin. If you do, you may find out that there can't be, may find out there can."
The old man's lined face turns up into a soft smiles, "And it should not affect your decision in any way, Rev, but should you go, I will miss you." He chuckles, "But also hope that your journey turns out well."
Larko
Larko orders, "That pickled cabbage stuff with the bacon."Once the waitress is gone with their orders, Larko replies. "Most of 'em are foreigners, so they like to keep a low profile." He looks around the room, which while not crowded is decently busy, "I suppose they get enough custom without the advertising and it makes it easier for the wrong type to overlook them.
"I thought you were making coffee?" He comments after he has emptied his mug. He's apparently not quite ready to comment on anything else Jask has just said.
"Don't blame them." Rev says. "So, we know why they like to keep a low profile, and I'm right in their camp. But what about you?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Azhar moves to Amaya, helps her out of the water and muck (if she has not already done so). He keeps her from slipping with one hand, pulls out a towel from his pack with the other, and keeps a corner of one eye on the fallen Tiefling.
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Rev kneels over Sian, putting himself between the downed Tiefling and the rest of the group. "It would mean a lot to me if you didn't finish her off." He remarks to the group in general as he stabilizes her without bringing her back to conciousness.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar moves to Amaya, helps her out of the water and muck (if she has not already done so). He keeps her from slipping with one hand, pulls out a towel from his pack with the other, and keeps a corner of one eye on the fallen Tiefling.
Rev turns to look at his brother. "What makes you think I'm trying to be good?" He asks Azhar.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She smiles up at him once or twice as they walk and she does not pull away from his arm.
She may or may not notice it, but he is feeling very well indeed to be able to do so.
Quietly, "It is still light out... I would have been safe walking home, if you wanted to finish reading his tome."
"The day I value some musty old book more than spending time with you, when the fate of the world is not at stake, is the day I should hang up my ancestral sword." he says, and means it. He bends down to give her a kiss. Again, something meant to be light, but he's been having a tendency for things to go a step farther than intended when he's around her.
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Azhar moves to Amaya, helps her out of the water and muck (if she has not already done so). He keeps her from slipping with one hand, pulls out a towel from his pack with the other, and keeps a corner of one eye on the fallen Tiefling.
She waves off the use of the towel, instead quickly using magic to rid the water and muck from herself. "Thank you though," with a big smile up at the far taller man.
She does offer prestidigitations around to anyone who wants.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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he says softly, not bothering to hide his admiration at her newfound (at least to him) abilities. He puts away the towel.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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Rev turns to look at his brother. "What makes you think I'm trying to be good?" He asks Azhar.
Azhar grins at his brother, "Should I say, 'you've been earning a whole lot less disapproving glares' from me recently, then? Close enough as far as I'm concerned." he shrugs, "but who knows, I've never been the best judge of character."
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he says softly, not bothering to hide his admiration at her newfound (at least to him) abilities. He puts away the towel.
She shrugs, looking down.
It is quite likely that his light kiss was encouraged into something more... at least based on the throat-clearing sound he hears from behind him. When he breaks away, Yuuki is quite adroit at ushering her daughter away from him, speaking quietly but firmly in a foreign tongue.
"The coffee is for after." The old man lifts his own mug, then motions to Rev's now empty one.
White teeth in the dark face. "I may have been born here, but I'm as much a foreigner as them or you."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Azhar grins at his brother, "Should I say, 'you've been earning a whole lot less disapproving glares' from me recently, then? Close enough as far as I'm concerned." he shrugs, "but who knows, I've never been the best judge of character."
"You are a terrible judge of character. You get that from our father." Rev replies.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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She shrugs, looking down.
"Not to get inbetween the love fest... but let me assure you that it will be very useful after... when we pretend that we never undertook this little jaunt and will want to look the part."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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She shrugs, looking down.
"Don't sell yourself short, kiddo." his hand goes to her shoulder and he gives her a soft peck, "There are a lot of ways you do help out." he moves some hair out of her face, "some of which you might not even be aware of." He looks into her eyes, looking completely serious, "I can't tell you that it helped me to break the paralysis, but hearing your voice certainly made me feel better. More confident, maybe." he draws back and smiles, "Thank you. I mean it." he squeezes her shoulder. Glances around them to make sure everything is still as it should be.
"Not to get inbetween the love fest... but let me assure you that it will be very useful after... when we pretend that we never undertook this little jaunt and will want to look the part."
"See? That too." he smiles broadly.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Jask
"The coffee is for after." The old man lifts his own mug, then motions to Rev's now empty one.Larko
White teeth in the dark face. "I may have been born here, but I'm as much a foreigner as them or you."Rev Keaton Amin (Male Tiefling) 1 minute ago
"There could be an after." Rev replies. Staring into his empty mug. He might not be ready for an after, just yet. Apparently he's still at the during phase. In fact, he takes out his flask from a pocket, and starts to un-screw the top.
"Why do you say that?" He asks.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"You are a terrible judge of character. You get that from our father." Rev replies.
"Perhaps you are right. Is that how you came to be?" Azhar sticks out his tongue at his brother and grins.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Perhaps you are right. Is that how you came to be?" Azhar sticks out his tongue at his brother and grins."You are a terrible judge of character. You get that from our father." Rev replies.
"Yep." He replies, perfectly serious.
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Yeah. I love you too, brother." Azhar puts his forearm into Rev's upper arm. Not hard enough to knock him from his position, but definitely hard enough for him to feel it.
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"Yeah. I love you too, brother." Azhar puts his forearm into Rev's upper arm. Not hard enough to knock him from his position, but definitely hard enough for him to feel it.
"I know." He answers. "Like I said, terrible judge of character."
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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It is quite likely that his light kiss was encouraged into something more... at least based on the throat-clearing sound he hears from behind him. When he breaks away, Yuuki is quite adroit at ushering her daughter away from him, speaking quietly but firmly in a foreign tongue.
Azhar turns red. Embarrassed at being caught by the obviously disapproving mother, and hoping it doesn't complicate things later on. He hesitates for a minute before turning for home. If she glances his way, he waves before turning for home.
Azhar returns, taking care to stay hidden until Amaya makes an appearance and he is sure she does not have other eyes following her.
Azhar takes a breath, blinks, breathes out and smiles at Rev. He does not say anything further.
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"And you didn't want me to be part of this crew." Rev casts Cure Moderate upon Melilot.
Melilot says as she gets up.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Azhar looks up from the book, "What, 'hmm? Oh, yes. Sounds great." Looks at the positioning of the sun, "Oh, I'm sorry." turns around towards Amaya, "do we need to be getting back?" looks down with regret at the book. "Sorry, looks like I'll have to get back to you later." He notes where he is in the book and starts to rise. "Thank you so much for your hospitality and we'll see you later tonight. About the same time as last time?"
"Same time as last time is fine with me," Gravlax says. "And you are welcome to come back and read more later."
"Ah, you spoiled me last night," Gravlax says. "You tell me first." He matches her crooked grin. "I can think while I rub your feet."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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"And you didn't want me to be part of this crew." Rev casts Cure Moderate upon Melilot.Melilot says as she gets up.
Rev shrugs at the thanks. "I can do that once more and them i'm out of the ability to heal ...so try not to do that again."
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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** spoiler omitted **
Azhar takes a breath, blinks, breathes out and smiles at Rev. He does not say anything further.
After a moment, Rev returns the smile.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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Cassian retrieves his arrows from the tiefling's body. "Out of curiosity, why are we keeping her alive? And is anyone planning on tying her up?"
| Rev Keaton Amin |
| Male Tiefling |
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Cassian retrieves his arrows from the tiefling's body. "Out of curiosity, why are we keeping her alive? And is anyone planning on tying her up?"
"I want to keep her alive because she possesses something very rare. If someone handier than me would tie her up, that would probably go a long way towards not spoiling the rest of our plans.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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"I want to keep her alive because she possesses something very rare. If someone handier than me would tie her up, that would probably go a long way towards not spoiling the rest of our plans.
"Possesses what?"
| Azhar Mithra Amin |
| Male Aasimar Ranger Skirmisher 13 |
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"Same time as last time is fine with me," Gravlax says. "And you are welcome to come back and read more later."
Azhar hesitates, glances at Mathalen, then back to Gravlax, "I...think I am coming across some things that might be helpful. Would you mind if I came back? Maybe in an hour? Two?'
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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She does offer prestidigitations around to anyone who wants.
Gravlax wants. His "thanks" quite sincere.
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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She does offer prestidigitations around to anyone who wants.
Rygel chirps excitedly.
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She does offer prestidigitations around to anyone who wants.Gravlax wants. His "thanks" quite sincere.
Gravlax gets a shy smile and a nod in return.
She does offer prestidigitations around to anyone who wants.Rygel chirps excitedly.
He gets a much wider grin with his magical cleansing.
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Azhar hesitates, glances at Mathalen, then back to Gravlax, "I...think I am coming across some things that might be helpful. Would you mind if I came back? Maybe in an hour? Two?'
"Why not meet up here, then?" Gravlax looks at Mathalen, and back to Azhar. Shrugs. "I think we'll be here until we leave to meet, so...."
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Azhar hesitates, glances at Mathalen, then back to Gravlax, "I...think I am coming across some things that might be helpful. Would you mind if I came back? Maybe in an hour? Two?'"Why not meet up here, then?" Gravlax looks at Mathalen, and back to Azhar. Shrugs. "I think we'll be here until we leave to meet, so...."
"The street where I ran into the gargoyle isn't that far away from here." She shrugs as well, "I wasn't planning on going anywhere."
| Cassian Merro |
| Male Human Rogue 13 |
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He gets a much wider grin with his magical cleansing.
The monkey luxuriates in the attention, looking mildly annoyed when it's over.
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Once Sian's fate is decided and people take at least her possessions for her assassination attempt and others are checking in the muck of the pool for treasure after some sharp sighted person spots gold, Cassian heads out the door above and behind the waterfall, scouting ahead.
Immediately outside the doors the walls change from worked marble to impossbily smooth, polished gray stone, shimmering with moisture. Attached near the top is Cassian's rope descending into darkness. Moving down the steep incline with the aid of the rope is easy for everyone, but the rope ends about twenty feet shy of the floor leveling out.
When you get to the bottom and everyone is quiet, you can hear what sounds like a distant, beautiful voice singing wordlessly in a low rhythmic chant.
Moving down the tunnel towards the music you find yourself at a junction, Cassian waiting for the group. Behind him is a door with text carved into the wall above. The music is coming from a passage off to your right which bends and twists.
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Cassian points in the direction of the music and whispers,
Rygel nods seriously, then mimes playing a fiddle.
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Past the door, a set of stairs climbs up. Echoing down from the top, a cheerfully voice singsongs its way in infernal. As soon as the less quiet members of the group make their presence known the voice cuts off.
At least until you make it to the top of the stairs. The room you find as wooden wall painted a somewhat nauseating yellow color. Ruined heaps of what may have once been chairs and a table lie scattered over the floor. In one wall there is a heavy oak door with a large lock on the handle, a message burnt into the front.
Other that the stairs you just ascended there are four other staircases leading out of the room, a wooden sign hangin above each.
Above the other four stairs: "Arachnophobia"; "Ophidiophobia"; "Hematophobia"; "Pyrophobia"
A few moments after someone makes it to the yellow room, the same chirpy voice, "You poor things!" Her voice full of sympathy, "You are suffering so from baseless fears!"
The voice turns more cheerful, "Not to worry! Not to worry. I know just the thing. Please, step into the therapy chambers and face your terrors." The voice bright, hopefully, "When you’re all cured, bring me your prizes and I’ll pronounce you cured." A pause, slightly quieter, "You do want to
be cured, don’t you?”"
| Gravlax d'Antonio |
| Male Human Mobile Fighter 11 Acrobat 2 |
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Gravlax has no trouble dropping to the ground without injury.
Cassian points in the direction of the music and whispers,
Gravlax hates to ask, but feels he must whisper the question in response:
Gravlax points upward, in the rough direction that he hears the voice coming from.