Using the last bits of her magic, Amalarra shoots of two magical tendrils that strike the strange beast.
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I think so. Someone whoever has to eat that attack coming.
If there was a map, you should easily be able to hit him as I would place him just inside of my spell. One left btw.
Amalarra frowns, So that is how it is huh, screwing around with time, corrupting nature. You think you are above the law but you are not," she points her finger forward at the beastly creature and speaks in Drow, Drow:
"I shall judge." From that moment, vines burst in through the crevasses of the room and all manners of plants seem to grow and entangle around the beast.
Amalarra sat across from her brother at the back of a small restuarant in downtown Baltimore. While the two Drow had ordered food, Amalarra hadn't touched much of what was on her plate while her brother was scarfing down what was in front of him, "I don't get it," she says with a frown, "Why couldn't you have just beaten them up. Say hello with a baseball bat to his legs or something. You didn't have to send him down the bay. You know mom is gotta be pissed when she finds out." "She already knows 'sis,"[/b] he says barely looking up from his food. [i]"What do you mean ma' already knows?" Her brother shrugs, "I told her that some punk was messing with you and try'd to soil your good name. F@#&#%@ bastard got what was coming. Filthy elf, think they could even bed my sister, let alone a better. Then make a mockery of it." "And you had to..." she cuts herself off, "I ain't mom. I do things differently. I'm okay with all the other crap you and the rest of the family pull but not this, I draw a damned line." "And? "And what? I'm sick of this family. I'm sick of you, I'm sick of mom and the whole damn family!" she stands up taking her purse and walking right up and out the door. Her brother only looked from his meal in bewilderment as she walked out ---------------------------------------------- "Well, never thought what that lady meant was save the day from annihilation. Well, at least mom a gift."
"Who is 'her?"Amalarra questions.
"We still need him alive. He's willing to give us information. Definitely ain't no Seranrae worshipper you are Ammon."
"O' come on, I was just saying if he doesn't comply a certain part of an Incubus's pride is going to go snip," she makes a scissors motion with her hand.
"Spill the beans chump. If anything I learned from my folks back home is their are certain ways to make people talk. It's up to you wither or not you make this experience pleasurable or," she looks at the Incubus with a smirk before becoming a scowl, "painful."
No, box-kun is, box-kun is best waifu.
Meow XD Revolver Ocelot is my waifu.
Why did you kill my potential pe.... I mean nothing.XD
"Damn, quit moving!" Amalarra yells as she aims another shot her hand crossbow. It goes wild as she adjust her aim not to hit Skjor.
"Hmm, you should of served us. My ma could've used some pleasure boys on the street corner like you."
Amalarra takes another shot after loading at the same incubus and once again seens on target with her attack.
Not wanting to waste what remained of her magics, she quickly pulls out her hand crossbow at from her holster and fires off a bolt with surprising accuracy.
It says there is 9 updates for this thread but I see only one new post and that is Geraltis new attack.
Good thinking Devic. I have entangle on my spell list, but I am down to only two more for the day and want to save them for later.
Do we have a combat map or are we doing this all theater of the mind.
A silver projection goes over the Drow woman like a small suit of armor. Changing in under common, she cast a spell.
Amalarra mentally curses herself as the telltale snap of a twig sounds out through the silence. [ooc]Readied action is too cast Mage Armor if the threat is hostile.[/b]
I..I don't know," Amalarra says as she scans the forest around her. She crouches low as well, following right behind Skjor.
Amalarra doesn't seem to pay attention much to her surroundings, keeping next to Skjor for an odd reason. The pain in her had dissipated but from time to time she still clutched her arm.
"Be ready to throw them things, there's bound to be more of them somewhere, or something else holding the strings to whatever time mumbo jumbo is going on," Amalarra says, clutching her side from time to time.
Amalarra is snapped into consciousness as her body fought death and won. Her eyes open and she groans, "Damn, I thought I was done for... Thank you. Much of her jacket is covered in the blood of the the tentacled creature, some of it her own. As well, it has been cut up and damaged badly. "I'm not getting a return on this. Is Geralt alright?"
Afrotc today. Very busy until possibly 6pm EST
Amalarra, beaten and bleeding by the tentacled monstrosities falls unconscious. Her thoughts slipping, she sees Would slice the crewture holding her just as she passes out.
Even though the it time was short, it was nice playing with you Ramiel.
-12. I am currently at -6 so I most definitely need a heal.
The Drow lands an accurate hit at the glob of tentacles attacking Geralt, but it is rather weak.
I think OA gets a bad rap.
Amalarra takes a hand to her cheek, the sticky monsters remains on her face, "Just, no. Burning these clothes."
May be fighting those in the future
Why such a spell exists I don't know. :D Guessing I'm not grappled no more.
Amalarra's eyes widen as the tentacled creature latches on to her. She tries to escape its grasp, but its appendages would not let go.
Amalarra steps back, forming her fingers into a gun, "Bam, Bam," she says as two bolts of a magic missile spiral from her hands toward the tentacle faced monster that Geralt had struck. She looks to Ammon, "Never have me look into your browser history."
Initiative Order to help out. ((Updated))
Do we, I thought we were waiting on a surprise round?
Amalarra doesn't see much danger besides the ever threatening spears of the tribals.
We'll stop it, just show us. I promise, me good Drow," she says knowing that such a case was few and far between. Drow, no matter where you are, are always getting in trouble. Organised crime, terrorists, litterers, of course varying from place to place to place.
"Of course, let's not talk about the past shall we. I ain't no typical Drow. I'm like that one comic book character, Bazzit or something, saving the day or whatever we are supposed to do. Guys back me up," she says looking to everyone else. |