An explosive retaliation====> -- Tossico

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Date Posted: 16:22:13 12/01/02 Sun
Author: Fanduil
Subject: An explosive retaliation====>
In reply to: Panth 's message, "The question of the hour..." on 14:27:05 12/01/02 Sun

*His eyes look at her limp figure questioningly*..I fear nothing, but what does she mean by poison... I must fulfill my apparent duity for now until i have an opening to retreat and have us both live to fight another day... *Fanduil stands, using a wide, low, well balanced stance in front of Zenephret. The pain being caused by the wound in his leg is excrusiating, nevertheless he ignores it, fending off goblins from all directions, his body seemingly splitting into two figures, his speed is borne of an overwhelming sence of duity. He stands, sweat and blood dripping from his entire body, his clothes soaked, and stained red with blood, some of which is his own, and some that belonged to his fallen foes. Fanduil looks around, seeing a seemingly endless amount of goblins still approaching. Fanduil rolls his eyes and sheaths his sword, dropping to one knee. He looks down at his fallen comrade and takes his bow off of his shoulder he quickly nocks an arrow and takes aim. He thinks for a moment and drops the arrow next to him and nocks a different arrow, this time with a large blunt black tip, and a heavy iron shaft. He takes aim and unleashes the arrow, swiftly fireing again and again, when the arrows make contact at the feet of the approaching army of goblins, with a resounding crackle, then a deafening BOOM each arrow explodes into a massive fury of heat and spikes, felling countless amounts of goblins in a split second.* Eat it........ *Fanduil stands rips a clean strip of cloth from his tunic and wraps it onto Zenphret's wound. He then stands agin and walks all of three steps before collapsing to his knees, his eyes roll back in his head, and he passes out next to Zenphret*

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Devine Intervention? -- Panth, 16:09:05 12/02/02 Mon
- Too weak==> -- Fanduil, 15:02:29 12/03/02 Tue
  - No Where Fast -- Panth, 16:26:58 12/05/02 Thu
    - *Fanduil's body stirs and he groans as he slowly slips in and out of consciousness, finaly after about an hour or so his eyes flutter open, and he wakes up. His head throbbing, and his body extremely fatigued due to the massive blood loss he attempts to stand, but his muscles refuse to work. So he simply rolls over onto his back and stares at the now darkened night sky. The pain from his wound had begun to ease off.* (NT) -- Fanduil, 09:45:50 12/07/02 Sat
      - Somewhere between 4 to 8 hours later, Zenphret hops to her feet full of energy. She searches the rubble for a tower shield, and finds about half of one. Returning to her comrade, she ties some rope to the shield, and slides him onto it. She drags him on the shield out of the city as soon as she finds all the coins she's gonna get. (NT) -- Panth, 15:12:51 12/08/02 Sun
        *Fanduil stirs from his slumber, to find himself being dragged away from the city on a makeshift stretcher, he tries to speak, but his words are weak, and inaudiable. He continues to try to speak until he finaly is able to speak one barely audiable word*....Th...a..ank....ssss....*His head still throbbing from the infectious wound on his leg.* (NT) -- Fanduil, 15:52:18 12/08/02 Sun
        OOC: On the Road (NT) -- Panth, 15:32:55 12/12/02 Thu