"You're fucking kidding me..." Poppy pants, the strain of the last half-hour starting to show a little. She's wild-eyed and stained with blood,...
Whelp, unless there are some more votes tonight while I'm checking to see what changes the update wrought, we seem to have a tie between the Bard...
Give me enough mead and I'll make six May Days at once.
I'm carrying a taser and your back is a good target. Capische?
Warforged are fun, aren't they? We have a Warforged Warlock in my group, who abuses Charm like you wouldn't believe. He always says 'Would you...
Huh. Once again my refusal to believe in mankind's innate good nature is justified.
*frowns at Ramidel from right behind him* Cute widdle Xiao? It's like you want to be a Darwin Award...
Poppy yelps as the axe shatters the window behind her, and she puts on extra speed. That damned armoured maniac... There was no way she was going...
Additional Note: I've opened voting to some guys and gals over at True Magic to get some different opinions, so voting might take a smidgen longer...
She felt an odd pang of sadness as the ghost dissipated, and Poppy did something she almost never did - she offered a prayer for the fallen foe,...
A bound soul! She'd have expected this from the mage from earlier rounds, not from the armoured menace! Just what in the many hells was she facing...
Her deflection magic had never failed her before, but there was a first time for everything. And wow, bullets through the arm fucking hurt. She...
Mmmmmm, bacon. My favourite pork product is definitely home-made pork crackling. *drool*
Seconded! Man, tech manuals to the back of the head, that's an embarassing way for a mage to die.
Ah, Pelojian, he of the extremely annoying name.
Poppy snatches up a gun dropped by one of the fallen men, examining it critically. She wasn't much of a one for firearms, preferring fireballs,...
You've seen Dorkness Rising? Awesome! Best gamer movie ever, in my opinion.
Whoa. My mind has been blown.
*lunatic cackling* Nicely done, DE, nicely done. I bow to the master.
"Hey! Find your own goddamn fight, you dicks!" Poppy yells at the gunmen, lobbing a couple of knives at the closest ones. "The big fella is mine!...
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