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Jul 28, 2015 5:00:56 GMT
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 28, 2015 5:00:56 GMT
She steps forward and yells "One!" And she flings a ball of fire behind her to the ground while she walks. About halfway to the table she shouts "TWO!" And she tosses yet another fireball behind her. When she reaches the table, she pours the contents of the filled cup into the empty cup then takes a step back and bows. When she turns she notices her foot prints are smoking and appear to have embers within them.
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Post by The GM on Jul 28, 2015 5:05:29 GMT
Brin seems amused, the three judges mutter amongst themselves for a while seeming a bit disapproving. "That was quite dangerous miss Burnadette. Would you follow the others inside?"
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The Game.
Jul 28, 2015 5:07:58 GMT
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Post by Burnadette on Jul 28, 2015 5:07:58 GMT
She turns away looking quite pleased with her self and gives a wink towards Fletcher and Conrad. "See us on the other side!"
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Jul 28, 2015 5:08:43 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 5:08:43 GMT
Fletcher throws his club over his shoulder and scratches his head, bewildered. Why did she throw fire around at all. Just bizarre.
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Post by Conrad on Jul 28, 2015 5:36:50 GMT
Conrad lets out a short laugh "As entertaining as expected, Not sure if I could follow that up."
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Post by The GM on Jul 28, 2015 5:38:10 GMT
"Would you like to go next?" he points to Fletcher
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The Game.
Jul 28, 2015 5:39:40 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 5:39:40 GMT
"Would you like to go next?" he points to Fletcher Fletcher gives a somewhat hesitant nod and steps forward. "Fletcher Sharpe, of Talisport." |
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Post by The GM on Jul 28, 2015 5:44:10 GMT
"Talisport?" He raises an eyebrow. Everyone looks a bit shocked honestly
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The Game.
Jul 28, 2015 5:45:14 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 5:45:14 GMT
"Talisport?" He raises an eyebrow. Everyone looks a bit shocked honestly "I... escaped, if that's the right word." |
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Post by The GM on Jul 28, 2015 6:09:47 GMT
"Talisport?" He raises an eyebrow. Everyone looks a bit shocked honestly "I... escaped, if that's the right word." "Your test is to break this rock" he holds out what looks to be a piece of granite |
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The Game.
Jul 28, 2015 6:16:04 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 6:16:04 GMT
"I... escaped, if that's the right word." "Your test is to break this rock" he holds out what looks to be a piece of granite He frowns at the judges, a bit puzzled, and takes the rock, setting it down and giving it an experimental whack with his cudgel. Power: 3 (Apparently the dice love me) |
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Post by The GM on Jul 28, 2015 14:27:25 GMT
"Your test is to break this rock" he holds out what looks to be a piece of granite He frowns at the judges, a bit puzzled, and takes the rock, setting it down and giving it an experimental whack with his cudgel. Power: 3 (Apparently the dice love me) You give it a hearty strike chipping off a little piece but not much more. Your cudgel gets a dent in one of the spikes. |
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The Game.
Jul 28, 2015 16:20:31 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 16:20:31 GMT
He frowns at the judges, a bit puzzled, and takes the rock, setting it down and giving it an experimental whack with his cudgel. Power: 3 (Apparently the dice love me) You give it a hearty strike chipping off a little piece but not much more. Your cudgel gets a dent in one of the spikes. He picks up the rock, tapping it with his club thoughtfully for a few moments, then pulls off his cloak, revealing simple workman's clothes and a leather apron beneath. He wraps the rock in the cloak and finds the nearest large boulder or sturdy piece of masonry and swings the cloak into it like a flail several times. Power:2 if it's relevant |
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Post by The GM on Jul 28, 2015 16:35:31 GMT
You give it a hearty strike chipping off a little piece but not much more. Your cudgel gets a dent in one of the spikes. He picks up the rock, tapping it with his club thoughtfully for a few moments, then pulls off his cloak, revealing simple workman's clothes and a leather apron beneath. He wraps the rock in the cloak and finds the nearest large boulder or sturdy piece of masonry and swings the cloak into it like a flail several times. Power:2 if it's relevant With enough smashing the rock eventually breaks into dust. It's quite the workout but you manage soon enough. The judges converse amongst themselves for several long minutes before saying "Go on Fletcher. You may enter the hall as well." |
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Jul 28, 2015 16:39:35 GMT
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Post by Fletcher on Jul 28, 2015 16:39:35 GMT
He picks up the rock, tapping it with his club thoughtfully for a few moments, then pulls off his cloak, revealing simple workman's clothes and a leather apron beneath. He wraps the rock in the cloak and finds the nearest large boulder or sturdy piece of masonry and swings the cloak into it like a flail several times. Power:2 if it's relevant With enough smashing the rock eventually breaks into dust. It's quite the workout but you manage soon enough. The judges converse amongst themselves for several long minutes before saying "Go on Fletcher. You may enter the hall as well." Fletcher nods and shakes out his cloak. He walks through the doors to the hall, glaring at the dent in his club. |
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