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Nodrus stared into the flames of this entity before him, brielfly having a cision of his people for a moment. Snapping out of the vision, Nodrus yelled out, "Come 'ere ya overgrown candle!" As he charged towards the elemental, his eyes a bloodshot red as he entered a rage (Bonus + movement). Nodrus raised his warhammer and swung dwn towards the Elemental, being quite reckless with his strike.
Watching the scene become a conflagration, Dri is slightly panicked and wishing he had fled with the crowd. Eyeing the Conclave member dousing the flaming tavern, Dil firmly rubs his temples and casts Message:
"Great Mage, We beseech your conjuration abilities. Among us are natives of Solacus. Please, direct your storm toward the elemental so that we all survive and we shall return the favor with assistance extinguishing blaze."
Watching the ever growing blaze, Dril attempts to escape unseen to an area less threatened by fire
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Nean is still busy catching his breath, as he gives the blue blades a serious glare and the brilliant light they emit somehow powers up (Hone the blade). Nean then glances back at the elemental and, with a blink, reappears right behind him with a thrust for his back already in motion.
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Ospos: The elemental only barely seems to be distracted by your insult, but Nean suddenly phases out of the path of the flames anyway, avoiding the attack. Your escalating drumbeats continue to underscore the battle as you ready a dagger strike.
Nodrus: Your hammer sails in a downward arc, the head smashing through the elemental's fiery form. The flames part in its wake but immediately reform, the strike seeming to not have the normal impact you're used to. As you attack, the flames lick back at you, dealing 4 fire damage. (you already had advantage from the faerie fire so I won't apply the advantage it would get against you from your reckless attack)
Dril: The mage looks confused for a moment before turning and seeing you. He nods and responds in your head. "I must maintain this storm until the tavern is safe. If you and your companions can fend off the entity for a moment longer, I can put an end to this."
Nean: Flashing away from the elemental's strike, you then shift again, appearing right behind the entity. With a thrust of your sapphire blade, the psychic weapon plunges into its form. Fire bursts out from the wound, dealing 4 fire damage to you.
The elemental whirls around, sending embers spiraling out from it. With it's momentum, a flaming fist goes flying into both Nean and Nodrus
Touch Attack againstNean: 8 Damage: 8
Touch Attack against Nodrus: 14 Damage: 12
Both of you ignite. Take 1d10 fire damage at the start of your turn, it takes an action to extinguish.
The Conclave member concentrating on the storm turns, and with a casual wave of his hand and a few incantations send six missiles of arcane force flying into the elemental. 19
The other Conclave member seems to be ushering the last civilians through an arcane gate, away from the conflict.
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Nodrus keeps on swinging, ignoring the flames growing around him through his rage and proceeded to swing again at the overgrown candle. "Yer done for now, ya fiery ****!" Nodrus shouts out as he bears through the flames, swinging towards the elemental again.
Fire Damage at beginning of turn (halfed because of Bear Totem trait): 5
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Nean is engulfed in flames not only once but twice, his eyebrows now being the least of his problems.
Fire dmg: 1
The fire now sticks to every piece of cloth it manages to reach, forcing Nean to drop down to the floor where he can be seen rolling around again and again until the the flames eventually vanish. He now apearrs to bejust as battered as the dwarf, possibly even worse, judging by the trail of smoke that arises from his hood. He once again fades away and shows up within the group of conclave magicians. The worst burns emit a shower of blue light that quickly clears away.
"Damn, noone ever told me that playing with fire could end that badly."
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Ospos watches Nodrus and Nean take hits and catch fire. He's now absolutely sure he doesn't want to be near that elemental. Best way to achieve that, is to encourage others to go instead! Changing the tune of his drum, Ospos casts healing spell directed at Nean, who disappeared and reappeared among the Conclave and seemed to suffer much more than the dwarf.
Quite frazzled by the Mage's response, begins to panic. Rising out from cover Dril attempts to shout over the roaring blaze, "Hold the elemental a little longer and the Conclave will be able to help!"
Running toward the storm that is quenching the blazing tavern, Dril casts Magic Missile toward the elemental, attempting to draw it towards the deluge. 542
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Bram, not looking to good, trys to keep the distance between himself and the elemental at more than 60ft, with otheres around to help shield him from an attack.
"ooo, i dont fell so good....if we dont stop that thing...someone could die."
Bram raises his hand again to the creature and unleashes another beem of green magical force.
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Nodrus: Your hammer falls again, but this time the flames part harmlessly in its wake.
Ospos: The beats of your drum shift, sending a wave of soothing magic that heals Nean for 6 hp
Dril: In a show of courage, you run towards the fray, sending arcane missiles rocketing into the elemental. The holes punched from the attack reform, but the entity is starting to shrink a bit, becoming less able to maintain its form as it takes damage.
Clermar: Charging forwards, you manage to plunge your pike deep into the core of the creature, eliciting a fiery howl of pain. Emboldened by the successful attack, you yank the weapon backwards before thrusting again, the edge of the pike bursting out the other side of the creature with a plume of black smoke.
Bram: The beam of crackling arcane energy flies towards the elemental, but is deflected by one of its flailing arms.
Still roaring like a massive wildfire, the elemental shifts forward towards Clermar. Now in range, Dril's dagger flies towards the creature, seeming to impact but not even distracting the entity as it wildly swings both of its blazing arms towards the fighter.
Two touch attacks against Clermar:
Attack: 8 Damage: 9
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
You ignite, and take 1d10 fire damage at the start of your turn
As the fire burning the tavern finally begins to die down, the Conclave member turns to the elemental. The storm dissipates as he begins to mumble incantations and scrawl intricate figures in the air with his finger.
Wis Save from Elemental: 11
With a sudden flash of multicolored light and a strange distorted sound, the looming fire elemental that has been ravaging the street vanishes. In its place, there now stands a small, speckled puppy. He growls and barks angrily, the fury still within it's shifted form. The mage walks over calmly and with firm hands scoops up the dog. By now city guards are arriving. They begin to extinguish the remaining fire and assessing the damage and casualties. The Conclave mage turns to all of you in turn with a respectful nod. "You've all done Solacus proud, and have shown bravery in the face of crisis. I thank you, and will not forget your deeds here." he then walks off, in the direction of the other mage down the street, still holding the puppy. For a moment there's an awkward silence, as you all stand in the wreckage. Elsewhere music can still be heard, the festival only having been stopped on this one street. The reverie is broken by the voice of the bartender. "Drinks on the house all night for this lot! If it weren't for all of you there wouldn't still be a house." The elf woman stands in the doorway of the Red Gallows. The outside seems to have taken a fair amount of damage, but the structure and interior remains in tact. She waves you inside with a smile as she walks back in.
With Ospos's healing spell taking effect, Nean slowly struggles to his feet. He's definitely rather grumpy than amused now. As a reaction to the halflings use of magic, Ospos now suddenly hears Nean talking, but it is like his words are transmitted directly into his mind instead of hearing them out loud.
To Ospos:
"Thanks a lot, buddy.
He then watches the conclave magician dissipate the elemental like its nothing and mumbles more to himself than to anyone else; "Look at yourself. Now that was pathetic." Nean then slowly strolls over to the tavern, but his eyes are going nowhere and he doesnt seem to be percieving all of whats happening around him, until the bartender's voice makes him snap out of it. He shruggs and walks straight into the Tavern, heading for the bar.
As the fire elemental disappears to be replaced by a cute little puppy, Bram sags down, almost dropping to the ground.
As the bartender exclaims free drinks, Bram drags himself up and head in to get the strongest drink he can.
"Wonderful barkeep, what is your strongest drink? I need something to start dulling the pain. Burns are the worst, they just keep on stinging."
Bram climbs onto a bar stole to awaits his drink. Tentatively, Bram pulls is cloths back from his chest and tries to examine the burns, wincing at the pain.
Bram slowly lets his cloths back down, and then proceeds to cast Prestidigitation (the part where 'you chill up to 1 cubic foot of nonliving material for 1 hour') on the cloths over the burns.
Bram: She nods with a smile before turning to grab a bottle from the top shelf. The glass is opaque and matte black, looking almost like wrought iron. From it she pours a dark, red liquid into a shot glass and passes it to you. "Fiend's Blood. Packs a punch but it'll certainly take the edge of your wounds."
Ospos came off the adrenaline from battle to a feeling of dread. Lucky to be alive! Yeah... lucky.
The sound of the owner of the tavern offering free drinks was music to Ospos' ears. He was still shaking from the battle. It would be hard to perform and free drinks was plenty of justification to not work for an evening. Walking into the tavern, Ospos overheard the waitress serving Bram some liquor to ease the pain of the burns.
With a sigh, Ospos felt it was only fair to offer his services to support those that did the real dangerous work. The mood in the tavern was somber, and the drum didn't feel right. Ospos took out his bagpipes and started a droning tune, throwing some healing around at those with the worst looking burns.
Healing word to Bram (6), Nodrus (6) and Clermar (7).
Letting the tune die down, Ospos spoke, "Well, I'm tapped out." Climbing up onto a stool next to the bar, Ospos pointed to the glass Bram was holding and said, "Whatever he's having."
Dril: The mage shrugs. "He's a member of the conjuration school, but I'm a necromancer. We tend to uh, keep to ourselves." he says before walking off to rejoin the other mages.
Ospos: "Of course!" she pours you a shot of the garnet colored drink. The flavor is incredibly tart, like unripened cranberries, but it's pleasant for such a strong liquor.
Liafial, Nean: "Anything for you two?" the bartender says with a smile.
As those of you who have returned to the bar begin to drink, an older gnome woman rushes over and hops up on a seat next to you. Her hair has gone mostly grey, and deep smile lines spread across her face as she beams at you. She's dressed for the road, wearing weathered clothes layered with leather armor. "You guys. Are. AMAZING!" She raises her pint of ale, almost as if she's about to raise a toast but skips the cheers and knocks back a big gulp instead. "Truly. Fantastic. I'm Gita. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you all! You guys are the adventuring sort, yes?"
Looking over at the older gnome woman, Ospos thinks 'Yup, I'm lucky,' and responds, "Funny you should say that! I've been working on getting my foot in the door in that very line of work!"
Clermar drops to the ground and rolls out the fire as soon as he is hit.
Fire Damage: 6
When he looks up he sees the puppy and is a bit confused, but once the cheers ring out he figures everything is safe for the moment. He lets out a deep breath and collects himself.
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He begins helping clean the area and picks up his weapons. He walks over to the gnome he saw casting magic bolts. As the necromancer mage leave he yells, "At least the necromancers didn't almost burn down the damn city!" Clearly trying to yell at any mages around that might have caused this. The half-elf lowers his gaze to the gnome, "Thanks for fighting, I'm glad you can keep a handle on your magic."
As the healing from Ospos takes hold in Bram, he takes a deep breath in, before letting it out.
"Aaahhhh, wow thanks friend, that hit the spot even better then this fine liquor. Your name was Ospos, right? My names Bram, in case you were interested."
Bram turns to Gita,
"Yes, me and my two companions have been known to adventure from time to time."
Bram looks about, saying to no one in particular,
"Where have those two gotten to? They missed seeing me be all heroic, what a wasted opportunity."
Nodrus stared into the flames of this entity before him, brielfly having a cision of his people for a moment. Snapping out of the vision, Nodrus yelled out, "Come 'ere ya overgrown candle!" As he charged towards the elemental, his eyes a bloodshot red as he entered a rage (Bonus + movement). Nodrus raised his warhammer and swung dwn towards the Elemental, being quite reckless with his strike.
Action
Warhammer attack, reckless attack: 17
Damage: 13
Watching the scene become a conflagration, Dri is slightly panicked and wishing he had fled with the crowd. Eyeing the Conclave member dousing the flaming tavern, Dil firmly rubs his temples and casts Message:
"Great Mage, We beseech your conjuration abilities. Among us are natives of Solacus. Please, direct your storm toward the elemental so that we all survive and we shall return the favor with assistance extinguishing blaze."
Watching the ever growing blaze, Dril attempts to escape unseen to an area less threatened by fire
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Nean is still busy catching his breath, as he gives the blue blades a serious glare and the brilliant light they emit somehow powers up (Hone the blade). Nean then glances back at the elemental and, with a blink, reappears right behind him with a thrust for his back already in motion.
Attack: 15 Dmg: 6
Ospos: The elemental only barely seems to be distracted by your insult, but Nean suddenly phases out of the path of the flames anyway, avoiding the attack. Your escalating drumbeats continue to underscore the battle as you ready a dagger strike.
Nodrus: Your hammer sails in a downward arc, the head smashing through the elemental's fiery form. The flames part in its wake but immediately reform, the strike seeming to not have the normal impact you're used to. As you attack, the flames lick back at you, dealing 4 fire damage. (you already had advantage from the faerie fire so I won't apply the advantage it would get against you from your reckless attack)
Dril: The mage looks confused for a moment before turning and seeing you. He nods and responds in your head. "I must maintain this storm until the tavern is safe. If you and your companions can fend off the entity for a moment longer, I can put an end to this."
Nean: Flashing away from the elemental's strike, you then shift again, appearing right behind the entity. With a thrust of your sapphire blade, the psychic weapon plunges into its form. Fire bursts out from the wound, dealing 4 fire damage to you.
The elemental whirls around, sending embers spiraling out from it. With it's momentum, a flaming fist goes flying into both Nean and Nodrus
Touch Attack against Nean: 8 Damage: 8
Touch Attack against Nodrus: 14 Damage: 12
Both of you ignite. Take 1d10 fire damage at the start of your turn, it takes an action to extinguish.
The Conclave member concentrating on the storm turns, and with a casual wave of his hand and a few incantations send six missiles of arcane force flying into the elemental. 19
The other Conclave member seems to be ushering the last civilians through an arcane gate, away from the conflict.
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Nodrus keeps on swinging, ignoring the flames growing around him through his rage and proceeded to swing again at the overgrown candle. "Yer done for now, ya fiery ****!" Nodrus shouts out as he bears through the flames, swinging towards the elemental again.
Fire Damage at beginning of turn (halfed because of Bear Totem trait): 5
Attack: 22 + inspiration die 6
Damage if hit: 14
Nean is engulfed in flames not only once but twice, his eyebrows now being the least of his problems.
Fire dmg: 1
The fire now sticks to every piece of cloth it manages to reach, forcing Nean to drop down to the floor where he can be seen rolling around again and again until the the flames eventually vanish. He now apearrs to bejust as battered as the dwarf, possibly even worse, judging by the trail of smoke that arises from his hood. He once again fades away and shows up within the group of conclave magicians. The worst burns emit a shower of blue light that quickly clears away.
"Damn, noone ever told me that playing with fire could end that badly."
Ospos watches Nodrus and Nean take hits and catch fire. He's now absolutely sure he doesn't want to be near that elemental. Best way to achieve that, is to encourage others to go instead! Changing the tune of his drum, Ospos casts healing spell directed at Nean, who disappeared and reappeared among the Conclave and seemed to suffer much more than the dwarf.
Bonus Action: Healing Word at level 2 to Nean: 7
Once again, Ospos kept his arm cocked, dagger in hand, ready to throw if the Elemental came his way.
Ready Action, if Elemental comes within 20 feet of Ospos, throw dagger: Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Quite frazzled by the Mage's response, begins to panic. Rising out from cover Dril attempts to shout over the roaring blaze, "Hold the elemental a little longer and the Conclave will be able to help!"
Running toward the storm that is quenching the blazing tavern, Dril casts Magic Missile toward the elemental, attempting to draw it towards the deluge. 5 4 2
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Clermar throws down his crossbow and pulls out his pike to keep some distance between him and the elemental.
Pike to hit: 23, damage: 4
Reroll due to great weapon fighting 12
Action Surge:
Pike to hit: 21, damage: 13
Bram, not looking to good, trys to keep the distance between himself and the elemental at more than 60ft, with otheres around to help shield him from an attack.
"ooo, i dont fell so good....if we dont stop that thing...someone could die."
Bram raises his hand again to the creature and unleashes another beem of green magical force.
Action: Eldritch Blast: attack roll: 19 (if hit: 3 force damage + 1 necrotic damage)
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Nodrus: Your hammer falls again, but this time the flames part harmlessly in its wake.
Ospos: The beats of your drum shift, sending a wave of soothing magic that heals Nean for 6 hp
Dril: In a show of courage, you run towards the fray, sending arcane missiles rocketing into the elemental. The holes punched from the attack reform, but the entity is starting to shrink a bit, becoming less able to maintain its form as it takes damage.
Clermar: Charging forwards, you manage to plunge your pike deep into the core of the creature, eliciting a fiery howl of pain. Emboldened by the successful attack, you yank the weapon backwards before thrusting again, the edge of the pike bursting out the other side of the creature with a plume of black smoke.
Bram: The beam of crackling arcane energy flies towards the elemental, but is deflected by one of its flailing arms.
Still roaring like a massive wildfire, the elemental shifts forward towards Clermar. Now in range, Dril's dagger flies towards the creature, seeming to impact but not even distracting the entity as it wildly swings both of its blazing arms towards the fighter.
Two touch attacks against Clermar:
Attack: 8 Damage: 9
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
You ignite, and take 1d10 fire damage at the start of your turn
As the fire burning the tavern finally begins to die down, the Conclave member turns to the elemental. The storm dissipates as he begins to mumble incantations and scrawl intricate figures in the air with his finger.
Wis Save from Elemental: 11
With a sudden flash of multicolored light and a strange distorted sound, the looming fire elemental that has been ravaging the street vanishes. In its place, there now stands a small, speckled puppy. He growls and barks angrily, the fury still within it's shifted form. The mage walks over calmly and with firm hands scoops up the dog. By now city guards are arriving. They begin to extinguish the remaining fire and assessing the damage and casualties. The Conclave mage turns to all of you in turn with a respectful nod. "You've all done Solacus proud, and have shown bravery in the face of crisis. I thank you, and will not forget your deeds here." he then walks off, in the direction of the other mage down the street, still holding the puppy. For a moment there's an awkward silence, as you all stand in the wreckage. Elsewhere music can still be heard, the festival only having been stopped on this one street. The reverie is broken by the voice of the bartender. "Drinks on the house all night for this lot! If it weren't for all of you there wouldn't still be a house." The elf woman stands in the doorway of the Red Gallows. The outside seems to have taken a fair amount of damage, but the structure and interior remains in tact. She waves you inside with a smile as she walks back in.
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With Ospos's healing spell taking effect, Nean slowly struggles to his feet. He's definitely rather grumpy than amused now. As a reaction to the halflings use of magic, Ospos now suddenly hears Nean talking, but it is like his words are transmitted directly into his mind instead of hearing them out loud.
To Ospos:
"Thanks a lot, buddy.
He then watches the conclave magician dissipate the elemental like its nothing and mumbles more to himself than to anyone else; "Look at yourself. Now that was pathetic." Nean then slowly strolls over to the tavern, but his eyes are going nowhere and he doesnt seem to be percieving all of whats happening around him, until the bartender's voice makes him snap out of it. He shruggs and walks straight into the Tavern, heading for the bar.
As the fire elemental disappears to be replaced by a cute little puppy, Bram sags down, almost dropping to the ground.
As the bartender exclaims free drinks, Bram drags himself up and head in to get the strongest drink he can.
"Wonderful barkeep, what is your strongest drink? I need something to start dulling the pain. Burns are the worst, they just keep on stinging."
Bram climbs onto a bar stole to awaits his drink. Tentatively, Bram pulls is cloths back from his chest and tries to examine the burns, wincing at the pain.
Bram slowly lets his cloths back down, and then proceeds to cast Prestidigitation (the part where 'you chill up to 1 cubic foot of nonliving material for 1 hour') on the cloths over the burns.
"Ahhh, ooow, yeah that's good."
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Bram: She nods with a smile before turning to grab a bottle from the top shelf. The glass is opaque and matte black, looking almost like wrought iron. From it she pours a dark, red liquid into a shot glass and passes it to you. "Fiend's Blood. Packs a punch but it'll certainly take the edge of your wounds."
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True to his words, Dril begins helping to clean up the town in the aftermath of the elemental.
"What was that about!?" Dril exclaims at no one, looking at the carnage. "Who was this Silas character anyway?" Dril asks to a nearby conclave member.
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Ospos came off the adrenaline from battle to a feeling of dread. Lucky to be alive! Yeah... lucky.
The sound of the owner of the tavern offering free drinks was music to Ospos' ears. He was still shaking from the battle. It would be hard to perform and free drinks was plenty of justification to not work for an evening. Walking into the tavern, Ospos overheard the waitress serving Bram some liquor to ease the pain of the burns.
With a sigh, Ospos felt it was only fair to offer his services to support those that did the real dangerous work. The mood in the tavern was somber, and the drum didn't feel right. Ospos took out his bagpipes and started a droning tune, throwing some healing around at those with the worst looking burns.
Healing word to Bram (6), Nodrus (6) and Clermar (7).
Letting the tune die down, Ospos spoke, "Well, I'm tapped out." Climbing up onto a stool next to the bar, Ospos pointed to the glass Bram was holding and said, "Whatever he's having."
Dril: The mage shrugs. "He's a member of the conjuration school, but I'm a necromancer. We tend to uh, keep to ourselves." he says before walking off to rejoin the other mages.
Ospos: "Of course!" she pours you a shot of the garnet colored drink. The flavor is incredibly tart, like unripened cranberries, but it's pleasant for such a strong liquor.
Liafial, Nean: "Anything for you two?" the bartender says with a smile.
As those of you who have returned to the bar begin to drink, an older gnome woman rushes over and hops up on a seat next to you. Her hair has gone mostly grey, and deep smile lines spread across her face as she beams at you. She's dressed for the road, wearing weathered clothes layered with leather armor. "You guys. Are. AMAZING!" She raises her pint of ale, almost as if she's about to raise a toast but skips the cheers and knocks back a big gulp instead. "Truly. Fantastic. I'm Gita. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you all! You guys are the adventuring sort, yes?"
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Looking over at the older gnome woman, Ospos thinks 'Yup, I'm lucky,' and responds, "Funny you should say that! I've been working on getting my foot in the door in that very line of work!"
Clermar drops to the ground and rolls out the fire as soon as he is hit.
Fire Damage: 6
When he looks up he sees the puppy and is a bit confused, but once the cheers ring out he figures everything is safe for the moment. He lets out a deep breath and collects himself.
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He begins helping clean the area and picks up his weapons. He walks over to the gnome he saw casting magic bolts. As the necromancer mage leave he yells, "At least the necromancers didn't almost burn down the damn city!" Clearly trying to yell at any mages around that might have caused this. The half-elf lowers his gaze to the gnome, "Thanks for fighting, I'm glad you can keep a handle on your magic."
As the healing from Ospos takes hold in Bram, he takes a deep breath in, before letting it out.
"Aaahhhh, wow thanks friend, that hit the spot even better then this fine liquor. Your name was Ospos, right? My names Bram, in case you were interested."
Bram turns to Gita,
"Yes, me and my two companions have been known to adventure from time to time."
Bram looks about, saying to no one in particular,
"Where have those two gotten to? They missed seeing me be all heroic, what a wasted opportunity."
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