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[Splint]

"The hell? Who's the shaman guy?" Splint said, and looked down at the bbloody and mangled kobold. "And where the hell did he put the rest of the 'bolds?" He yanked his pike from the elf on the ground, the shaft bent even more out of shape. "Should have just gave up and let that roof squash me..."

[WillowLuman]

All the elf-corpses shuddered and began to move. As they stood up, their wound began to heal, green smoke pouring out. "Master fixes when we break. Master fixes when we break. From death's grasp master takes. Fixes when we break."

"Now, if everyone would just FOLLOW ME kindly. Your kobold friends are at the tower. I promise they will not be harmed nor have they been already."

[Eric Blank]

Looking up from the REALLY INTERESTING text, Eric smashes another werewolf in the guts, the steel pickaxe lodging firmly in the bladder, and admires the newly-apparent freakshow-of-a-dude with an ugly staff.

[Splint]

"Our mutilated friend who fell out of the tree begs to differ on the 'Not harmed' part."

[stormtemplar]

"I agree with splint. Explain first, follow after."

[WillowLuman]

"Self inflicted in fleeing. We have magical salves and poultices back in the tower to fix it."

[Eric Blank]

"I for one aint going nowhere. You've got your audience, so make this freakshow worth watching Or I'll be taking my money back."

Eric continues reading whilst listening to the nutjob

[Saurinae]

*Goes to where everyone is and hopes to Armok that Indilwen is safe*

[Splint]

"I dunno.... He seems a little... Dead. And dead things should really stay that way. No offense to the poor little sap." He looked around at the group. "Well? What now?"

[WillowLuman]

"You will come, though. For I know you will have interest in this."
This figure holds out it's staff, and on the end is an image of Kodkod in elf bone.

[stormtemplar]

"Once again, EXPLAIN YOURSELF FIRST"

[wierd]

The magic was...... different.  It wasn't necromancy.  Well, it was raising the dead, but it wasn't necromancy.  Luc had said that mummies held similar, more ancient powers, but they didn't share their secrets.

If he could raise dead safely, that meant he could to.

Pulling the phosgene chord, and gassing the pack of abominations with one hand, and gesturing with the other... he felt their addled brains bend to his will.

[Corai]

A kobold, with glazed eyes walks out the forest.


"Its alright, come with us. All is well." It saids in perfect english.


(I had a feeling noone was gonna until someone came and said to. :/)

[WillowLuman]

"Very well, I shall explain, if that dwarf stops killing my children! Stop that, you!"

[stormtemplar]

"Which one? I already stopped?"