The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
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The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
"Why?"
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The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
"Why?"
“Long story short, I owe Graz’zt. I’ll tell ya later… we need to worry about this flaming wreckage of a bar.”
The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
"Why?"
“Long story short, I owe Graz’zt. I’ll tell ya later… we need to worry about this flaming wreckage of a bar.”
*I don't have an active character, but I think that this is worthy of a great big WHAT THE (GP) DID YOU EVEN DO?!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
"Why?"
“Long story short, I owe Graz’zt. I’ll tell ya later… we need to worry about this flaming wreckage of a bar.”
*I don't have an active character, but I think that this is worthy of a great big WHAT THE (GP) DID YOU EVEN DO?!*
*He’s Drake, what did you expect? He’s a bartender with godlike flame powers.*
The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
"Why?"
“Long story short, I owe Graz’zt. I’ll tell ya later… we need to worry about this flaming wreckage of a bar.”
*I don't have an active character, but I think that this is worthy of a great big WHAT THE (GP) DID YOU EVEN DO?!*
*He’s Drake, what did you expect? He’s a bartender with godlike flame powers.*
*I mean, given Graz'zt's entire repertoire, I am horribly concerned.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
“Hm. Yeah. That would have been helpful.” The last of the fire is put out. Drake sports Brand, sitting in the non-existent couch. “He seems fine.” He walks around the wreckage, everything is destroyed except the doors, which are all completely unscathed, the ones upstairs are floating in midair. “Those might be a problem.”
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
“Hm. Yeah. That would have been helpful.” The last of the fire is put out. Drake sports Brand, sitting in the non-existent couch. “He seems fine.” He walks around the wreckage, everything is destroyed except the doors, which are all completely unscathed, the ones upstairs are floating in midair. “Those might be a problem.”
"I guess our rooms are still here, though." He jogs over and makes a pile of burned furniture, climbs on top, then tries to get through the door of his room.
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
“Hm. Yeah. That would have been helpful.” The last of the fire is put out. Drake sports Brand, sitting in the non-existent couch. “He seems fine.” He walks around the wreckage, everything is destroyed except the doors, which are all completely unscathed, the ones upstairs are floating in midair. “Those might be a problem.”
"I guess our rooms are still here, though." He jogs over and makes a pile of burned furniture, climbs on top, then tries to get through the door of his room.
He manages to grab onto the door handle, now dangling about 20 feet above ground. “Hm. How’ya gonna open it?” Drake kicks a burnt chair out of his way and blasts a small blue explosion out of his feet, shooting him up to Screamers height for a moment. He then falls back down. “Oooh… That’s fun”
The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
“Hm. Yeah. That would have been helpful.” The last of the fire is put out. Drake sports Brand, sitting in the non-existent couch. “He seems fine.” He walks around the wreckage, everything is destroyed except the doors, which are all completely unscathed, the ones upstairs are floating in midair. “Those might be a problem.”
"I guess our rooms are still here, though." He jogs over and makes a pile of burned furniture, climbs on top, then tries to get through the door of his room.
He manages to grab onto the door handle, now dangling about 20 feet above ground. “Hm. How’ya gonna open it?” Drake kicks a burnt chair out of his way and blasts a small blue explosion out of his feet, shooting him up to Screamers height for a moment. He then falls back down. “Oooh… That’s fun”
"Uhhh," he pauses, chuckling a bit. "Like this," and his mage hand appears, pressing against his back. He turns the handle, and the door should swing open.
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The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
“Hm. Yeah. That would have been helpful.” The last of the fire is put out. Drake sports Brand, sitting in the non-existent couch. “He seems fine.” He walks around the wreckage, everything is destroyed except the doors, which are all completely unscathed, the ones upstairs are floating in midair. “Those might be a problem.”
"I guess our rooms are still here, though." He jogs over and makes a pile of burned furniture, climbs on top, then tries to get through the door of his room.
He manages to grab onto the door handle, now dangling about 20 feet above ground. “Hm. How’ya gonna open it?” Drake kicks a burnt chair out of his way and blasts a small blue explosion out of his feet, shooting him up to Screamers height for a moment. He then falls back down. “Oooh… That’s fun”
"Uhhh," he pauses, chuckling a bit. "Like this," and his mage hand appears, pressing against his back. He turns the handle, and the door should swing open.
It swings inward, and the force from his mage hand pushing him face first onto the jungle-like floor of his room. Drake calls from below “Any damage?”
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Drake swears out loud. “The tavern…”
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The Black Door stands among the wreckage, untouched.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Screamer points this out.
"My peaches..."
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The aaracokra is still sitting in his mostly burned chair at the charred table, and didn't seem to notice the fire, because he was apparently checking whether the gold pieces are real. He and his belongings and clothes seem completely intact and unharmed. He looks up from his coins, and says: "Uh huh, seems like real gol-" he notices the burned tavern and still flaming... everything. "What in blazes happened here? Pun absolutely 100% intended. But really, what just happened?"
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
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Drake teleports him out of the wreckage, as he blinks he is outside. “A servant of Graz’zt. It came for me…”
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"Why?"
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“Long story short, I owe Graz’zt. I’ll tell ya later… we need to worry about this flaming wreckage of a bar.”
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*I don't have an active character, but I think that this is worthy of a great big WHAT THE (GP) DID YOU EVEN DO?!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*He’s Drake, what did you expect? He’s a bartender with godlike flame powers.*
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*I mean, given Graz'zt's entire repertoire, I am horribly concerned.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Screamer just kind of stands there, not knowing exactly what to do. "Alrighty, how should we put out this fire???"
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“Where’s the warden? He put it out last time…for now, we need water spells.”
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The Warden summons his ice-cold gale once more, containing the flames, but due to the size of the fire, it's not really putting it out to a significant extent.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Drake extends his hand, and the icy gale of wind freezes into a solid sheet of ice, suspended over the fire, it then morphs into a floating pool of water. It then falls onto the fore, extinguishing al but what is burning on his bar. “Damn it! The one thing!”
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"Oh my! I don't really know any water spells!" He freezes, then quickly takes off his small backpack and pulls out a flask that looks like it is shaped like a squid. "Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" He opens it, and water blasts out, onto the fire.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“Hm. Yeah. That would have been helpful.” The last of the fire is put out. Drake sports Brand, sitting in the non-existent couch. “He seems fine.” He walks around the wreckage, everything is destroyed except the doors, which are all completely unscathed, the ones upstairs are floating in midair. “Those might be a problem.”
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"I guess our rooms are still here, though." He jogs over and makes a pile of burned furniture, climbs on top, then tries to get through the door of his room.
Acrobatics 29.
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He manages to grab onto the door handle, now dangling about 20 feet above ground. “Hm. How’ya gonna open it?” Drake kicks a burnt chair out of his way and blasts a small blue explosion out of his feet, shooting him up to Screamers height for a moment. He then falls back down. “Oooh… That’s fun”
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"Uhhh," he pauses, chuckling a bit. "Like this," and his mage hand appears, pressing against his back. He turns the handle, and the door should swing open.
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It swings inward, and the force from his mage hand pushing him face first onto the jungle-like floor of his room. Drake calls from below “Any damage?”
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