08-20-2003, 03:15 AM
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Vashtee comes out of hiding.
Vashtee pets a panther cub.
>'I want an executioner's razorpaw.
You say, "I want an executioner's razorpaw."
>
(Vashtee rubs her tummy)
>unsheath
>
An eerily haunting wail rises skyward as you pull your razorpaw from your specter skin scabbard.
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Tsin says, "this is a special sword"
>
Tsin raises his executioner's sword high above his head in triumph! A loud, high pitched whistle fills the air.
>act slips his razorpaw onto his hand.
(Klaive slips his razorpaw onto his hand.)
>
Vashtee ducks her head.
>
Tsin tilts his executioner's sword from side to side, admiring its fine balance and making the light play off its blade.
>look
[Klaive's Home]
A fluffy spidersilk featherbed and a frosted black glass table rest upon the inlaid-jade black onyx floor of this room. A grey granite carved gargoyle fireplace, a pair of crossed rolaren katanas hanging above it, sits at the edge of the spidersilk carpet covering the floor. Shiny obsidian walls enclose the area, holding in its lingering smell of rainforest. You also see a panther cub, a massive bay window and a black ironwood door.
Also here: Tsin, Scong, Vashtee who is sitting on a gigantic rune-covered throne.
Obvious exits: none
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Tsin chuckles.
>
Tsin slashes his executioner's sword in a diagonal line through the air before him. A loud, high pitched whistle fills the air.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within a polished brass cricket box.
>act rubs Scong on the back, leaving thin razor cuts everywhere.
(Klaive rubs Scong on the back, leaving thin razor cuts everywhere.)
>
Tsin winks at Scong.
>
(Scong points at Klaive and sends him a image of what happened last time he fucked with his brother.)
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Scong snickers.
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Vashtee examines Tsin closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
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Vashtee's jaw drops.
>
Scong says, "I saw what happened when he shot you in the back."
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Vashtee gives Scong a good pinch!
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Vashtee gives Scong a good pinch!
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Vashtee gives Scong a good pinch!
>"Scong, shut the hell up before I shove my foot up your ass.
You say, "Scong, shut the hell up before I shove my foot up your ass."
Vashtee softly says, "be nice"
>grin
You grin.
>
Vashtee glances at something inside a studded black leather sword belt.
>stow my raz
You put a razorpaw in your spidersilk backpack.
>
Scong says, "You couldn't if you wanted to."
>
Vashtee glances at Scong.
>symbol of courage
You feel more courageous.
>
Vashtee hisses.
>
Scong returns to normal color.
>KICK SCONG
You attempt to kick Scong!
MB: 213 vs MB: -15 = 228 -- Gain advantage!
Blink! Disappeared and then reappeared behind opponent.
THT 82, d100 roll: 44, modified: 272
and hits for 76 points of damage!
* Scong drops dead at your feet!
Roundtime: 4 sec.
>
You hear the ghostly voice of Scong say, "KLAIVE"
>
- --[ Klaive ]-- -
Vashtee comes out of hiding.
Vashtee pets a panther cub.
>'I want an executioner's razorpaw.
You say, "I want an executioner's razorpaw."
>
(Vashtee rubs her tummy)
>unsheath
>
An eerily haunting wail rises skyward as you pull your razorpaw from your specter skin scabbard.
>
Tsin says, "this is a special sword"
>
Tsin raises his executioner's sword high above his head in triumph! A loud, high pitched whistle fills the air.
>act slips his razorpaw onto his hand.
(Klaive slips his razorpaw onto his hand.)
>
Vashtee ducks her head.
>
Tsin tilts his executioner's sword from side to side, admiring its fine balance and making the light play off its blade.
>look
[Klaive's Home]
A fluffy spidersilk featherbed and a frosted black glass table rest upon the inlaid-jade black onyx floor of this room. A grey granite carved gargoyle fireplace, a pair of crossed rolaren katanas hanging above it, sits at the edge of the spidersilk carpet covering the floor. Shiny obsidian walls enclose the area, holding in its lingering smell of rainforest. You also see a panther cub, a massive bay window and a black ironwood door.
Also here: Tsin, Scong, Vashtee who is sitting on a gigantic rune-covered throne.
Obvious exits: none
>
Tsin chuckles.
>
Tsin slashes his executioner's sword in a diagonal line through the air before him. A loud, high pitched whistle fills the air.
>
A low chirping sound comes from within a polished brass cricket box.
>act rubs Scong on the back, leaving thin razor cuts everywhere.
(Klaive rubs Scong on the back, leaving thin razor cuts everywhere.)
>
Tsin winks at Scong.
>
(Scong points at Klaive and sends him a image of what happened last time he fucked with his brother.)
>
Scong snickers.
>
Vashtee examines Tsin closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
>
Vashtee's jaw drops.
>
Scong says, "I saw what happened when he shot you in the back."
>
Vashtee gives Scong a good pinch!
>
Vashtee gives Scong a good pinch!
>
Vashtee gives Scong a good pinch!
>"Scong, shut the hell up before I shove my foot up your ass.
You say, "Scong, shut the hell up before I shove my foot up your ass."
Vashtee softly says, "be nice"
>grin
You grin.
>
Vashtee glances at something inside a studded black leather sword belt.
>stow my raz
You put a razorpaw in your spidersilk backpack.
>
Scong says, "You couldn't if you wanted to."
>
Vashtee glances at Scong.
>symbol of courage
You feel more courageous.
>
Vashtee hisses.
>
Scong returns to normal color.
>KICK SCONG
You attempt to kick Scong!
MB: 213 vs MB: -15 = 228 -- Gain advantage!
Blink! Disappeared and then reappeared behind opponent.
THT 82, d100 roll: 44, modified: 272
and hits for 76 points of damage!
* Scong drops dead at your feet!
Roundtime: 4 sec.
>
You hear the ghostly voice of Scong say, "KLAIVE"
>
- --[ Klaive ]-- -