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Post by Dullahan on Oct 28, 2009 22:08:02 GMT -5
"No, although there may have been something about talking birds..." Gandalf said.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Oct 28, 2009 22:36:07 GMT -5
"Ha! Your wit seems as sharp as your sword there. I have a feeling we'll get along great." Howard says.
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Post by Dullahan on Oct 28, 2009 22:44:01 GMT -5
"I think your right." Gandalf said, and waited for Strange to finish whatever it was he was doing.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Oct 28, 2009 22:50:24 GMT -5
Over time you get a feel for your teamates. Hellcat seems bubbly and flirty, Hellstorm, and Gargoyle seem nice if somewhat distant and brooding, while Cloud seems generally naive and inocent. Finally Strange goes. "It is done... Everyone stand on the array I have drawn."
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Post by Dullahan on Oct 28, 2009 22:54:38 GMT -5
Gandalf stepped up to where Strange indicated, leaning on his staff as he did so. True, he didn't need to, but when going into a new situation, it was wise to hide one's true power. Hide behind the mask of the fool, the old, the sick, and make your enemy over confident. Then, strike.
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Post by Hoots Rowlet on Oct 28, 2009 23:10:56 GMT -5
With a few magic words you all disappear in a flash of light, and when it clears you are standing on the outskirts of a forrest. "Welcome to Folke Arkensaw... Home of the Southern Sasquach!" Strange says.
(OOC: And that is the end of this issue. Take 3 lines for defeating madcap with little trouble, and 1 extra line for joining the defenders smoothly)
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Post by Dullahan on Oct 28, 2009 23:12:59 GMT -5
Thank ya!
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