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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
Iron Ranger wrote:
VOTIN snores like a neverending tide on an endless sandy beach.
{OOC: Votin approves this message !]
Still snoring.....tangerine dreams and marmalade skies....
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Caveman wrote:
Narrhil cannot sleep till he knows what is affecting him. He stares at his hands and tries to think.
It's too cold for NARRHIL draped only in his gossamer magician gown, he glances back and forth between in covered hands and KEET covered in his winter robe and furs.
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"I uncertain Sir Tillak, this glow is causing me to freeze, perhaps damaging the ring, or ceasing its effects." The cryomancer takes his dagger and tries to scrape it off the hand with his magical ring on it.
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Caveman wrote:
"I uncertain Sir Tillak, this glow is causing me to freeze, perhaps damaging the ring, or ceasing its effects." The cryomancer takes his dagger and tries to scrape it off the hand with his magical ring on it.
NARRHIL tries to scape the glow away with the dagger to no avail, and his shivering might soon cause him to cut himself.
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Tillak rushes over to Narrhil. Using the remnants of his traveling cloak as a barrier, Tillak takes Narrhil's hands in his and rubs them vigorously. If Narrhil hasn't dropped the "icicle," then Tillk bats it from the cryomancer's hand. "By Ythaq'ua's bloody teeth and bones, may he take that wretched shard to the edge of the world and hurl it into the Void!"
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SullyB74 wrote:
Tillak rushes over to Narrhil. Using the remnants of his traveling cloak as a barrier, Tillak takes Narrhil's hands in his and rubs them vigorously. If Narrhil hasn't dropped the "icicle," then Tillk bats it from the cryomancer's hand. "By Ythaq'ua's bloody teeth and bones, may he take that wretched shard to the edge of the world and hurl it into the Void!"
The Ice Shard has melted and turned into a sheer violet glow coursed around Narrhil's hands. There is nothing to drop or bat away. He is however going into shock at how cold he suddenly is.
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"Light a torch Sir Tillak and let me warm my hands, I fear I must steal back my robes from Master Kéet. If you would please!" Says Narrhil.
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
bald_headed_yeti wrote:
Iron Ranger wrote:
VOTIN snores like a neverending tide on an endless sandy beach.
{OOC: Votin approves this message !]
Still snoring.....tangerine dreams and marmalade skies....
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The 4 remaining torches lie next to the burned books pile gathered in the center of the room.
The rope leads out under the now closed door out next to the wolf and attached to the axe.
Keet slumbers on the NW cold stone floor. Is that actually sweat on his brow under those gifted winter furs????
Votin slumbers SW.
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Tillak tries to grab a brand and bring it to Narrhil.
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There's no burned wood in the room, there are only burned books in pile in the center of the room, Someone had piled them thinking to light them for warmth I recall.
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[Any chance Kéet wakes up during the commotion?]
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eakratz wrote:
[Any chance Kéet wakes up during the commotion?]
[It's possible, but so far there's no real commotion.]
[KEET roll d100.]
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[92]
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eakratz wrote:
[92]
KEET still sleeps; the first deep, protected, and warm sleep he's had in months...
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bald_headed_yeti wrote:
bald_headed_yeti wrote:
bald_headed_yeti wrote:
{OOC: Votin approves this message !]Still snoring.....tangerine dreams and marmalade skies....
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[VOTIN roll d100.]
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"It like I feeling the life is draining from me!" States Narrhil, a little shaken, but his belief in the cold god absolute.
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Iron Ranger wrote:
[VOTIN roll d100.]
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Tillak is attempting to warm Narrhil's hands by rubbing them vigorously between the remnants of his traveling cloak. His mind races, wondering if the flint and tinder that he had in his pack is still there.