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Bethany was a different kind of friction ;p
After the ice-breaking that is.
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Seeing Justing drawing a bead on the tower Drazek and Bethany share a look and explode into action, Bethany's wings creating a dowblast as she propels herself high into the air, as Drazek begins an equilibrium scrambiling series of backflips down the side of thee tower, both leaving a clear area for the illustrious mage to wreak his particular brand of pyromaniacal havok.
will save Drazek raes up the side of the tower, to stop near Bethany, the magic of her voice seeming to have no effect on him.
Bethany sends another arrow streaking at the back of one of the fleeing lizards
While Drazek sends a hissing bolt of malice after any of them within 30 ft of his new position.
Bethany swoops through the air, foot bow ready and firees at tje first of the approaching group on the party's left.
As his lover soots at the enemy Drazek explodes into action.Running forward to come into a skid just under Bethany.
Drazek breaks into a run charging forward with a wicked grin.
Drazek grunts tiredly, a sound that seems somehow...lacking. "Sumb@~@! got me good. Nice job Justin." He turns to Bethany, "You alright babe?"
Drazek snickers quietly atbthe mention of the squirrel's name.
"Whatever it is couldn't o' done too much good n' still ended up in there." Drazek mutters sardonically
Drazek extends his other arm to release a bolt unmodified by his new weapon.
Drazek's hand thrusts forth holding the warlock's scepter and unleashes a blast.
"That was weird. Something about power and using it. There was a girl in mine, but two other women in the background. Sounds like FATE t'me, what with the weavin' and looms."
Dex
Drazek greets the man with a nod at the introduction, accomanied by a grin. The type of grin a Tiger might reserve for an interesting deer. Intimidate
"Flyin's pretty strong magic darlin' only a rare few like you can pull it off naturally."
Drezek's arm shootsforth, hurling a sizzling black bolt of energy at the creature rushing Isaac.
"These sum'b@#~!es smell like beholder ass"
Drazek takes aim at one of the hideous piles of flesh.
Drazek joins the others outside, Bethany in tow as the trackers do their thing.
A slow smile creases Drazek's stubbled face and the twinkle in his eye reminds Bethany that he is far more well educated than he lets on.
"Yeah, I know exactly what they're yammerin' about." He leans closer, whispering what he knows to the woman who has come to share more than his bed.
"Great, more fairy crap." Drazek mutters not quite under his breath.
Drazek keeps scanning the crowd for any response to the dispel.
Listening to Bethany speak Drazek shifts his vision to the Arcane spectrum, trying to trace the origin of the effect.
"What the #$@?" Drazek tilts his head then begins to chant his words attempting to cloud Bethany's mind, stalling her action.
"Hell of a place this. Strange as it is their dwarves might live in mushrooms and sing all day. Who knows?"
By all means take all the time you need, our best wishes and prayers my friend. We'll be here.
"The number three binds 'em like he said. Fey're weird like that."
"Heh, I think I feel a fireball comin'" Drazek grins at Justin as he stand beside Bethany.
Drazek raises his hand ominously, the dark energies swirling around him as the creature makes its way from the back of the cave. "Damn thing ain't even gonna get a taste."
Drazek grins at Bethany. "First watch's covered," he says to the others in a matter of fact tone.
Drazek looks at the cave like a man waiting for the otheer shoe to drop. Returning Bethany's look he grins and shrugs,"I'm goin' in with Isaac to clear this out. Anything comes ouuta there 'fore us, kill it. We come outta there runnin' try to keep up." He gives Bethany a playful wink.
"Damn, blow up a mindflayer's head and all kinds o' crap comes flying out. Musta sucked up a lotta brains before he went down."
"Dammit, I hate when psychic sumb@*$%es get in yer head! Yo all right doll?" Drazek mutters rubbing his temples as he looks over to Bethany.
"Damn! That's gotta hurt."
Drazeks senses are utterly overwhelmed by the nauseating stink. "Great," he chokes out, "haven't been in enough cesspools lately."
Drazek looks around slowly glAncing at the water with a smirk. "I wouldn't drink that," he mutters to no one in particular as his eyes scan the surrounding landscape.
"Yeah, some damn fine work went into these things."
"Sounds like a plan,"Drazek replies, silent as a shadow until now in the back of the room. Bethany leans aginst his shoulder quietly studying thier new potential employer.
Drazek's quick eyes take in the guards ready to fire and he grins. From the Warlock's mouth spills a deep rhythmic stuccato growl that hammers at the far guard's consciousness with unrelenting force. Unlike Bethany's melodious vocalizations the only word to describe this powerful chant is brutal.
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