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Pulls his sword off the counter and swings at Cordoba in one motion.

Hit: 1d20+7=18, Damage: 2d6+7=14

You're not buffed right?

The greatsword slashes down across Cordoba's thighs.

"You like that Cordoba? Next one is through your neck."

"Ahhhh, if only your lady Iomedae could hear..." just as Pulsifer's bolt strikes him square in the chest.

<Watching Hoktsu, mouth open.>

*blink, blink*

<Looks at Cordoba.>

"Is he for real?"

<Looks back at Thel, fingers the two handed sword laying on the bar.>

"Maybe you should have popped the juice before you fell in that sack of flour."

<Turns to Hoktsu.>

"Hey we met at the cantina, right?"

I'm all ready to start this party, but I think I should give Pulsifer a chance to piss Vass off.... and Rohit really deserves to get a word in here. Demon. Paladin. There's gotta be some words.

<Still measuring up Rohit.>

"Anyway, he's looks illiterate."

"Is that why you brought the Paladin? Where's the bottle, or are you going to put me in the beer keg, because that actually sounds more fun than chatting with fools."

<Turns to Rohit.>

"What's with this Iomedae b#&+#, anyway. She went from Aroden's whore to divinity in a few moons and now you people bow down to her. Write to me when she's lasted a few millennium and then I'll show you some respect."

"Come now. Are you going to sodomize me Cordoba?"

"Umm, so if that's your friend's body, he still in there? Y'know 'cause I'm all for guttin' that thing and bein' done with it, but you might want your friend back."

"Very brave, I'm sure the half breed won't mind holding his guts in after I depart. Consider something that Cordoba can't seem to accept, my little fellow. I can't die. So your heralding is worth less than a sack of goblin s*&@ to me."

<Eats another olive. Looks Thel over.>

"So I'm wondering how you got all bleached out, was it the boredom of listening to Cordoba's endless banter that did it? Wouldn't surprise me a bit."

Demonic possession, the fate of all abandoned PCs in Dead Reckoning. Vass will just blah blah until I've got most of the perception rolls, then the action can begin. Buffs are all safe, I assure you nothing will run out.

"Friend Syd? Are you not well?"

"Syd is out. May I take a message?"

<Turns to Cordoba.>

"You're a little quiet today Cordoba. Is something worrying you?"

<He flips an olive into his mouth and chews on it for a moment.>

"You know I've been meaning to chat with you after you guys thumped me out of octopus head, I just don't think our friendship has any trust left and I'm feeling a little hurt. I hope you guys are here to patch things up because we've had some great times together, you know?"