snotlout
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 2:31:32 GMT
"Eon, right?" Natriel turned to Eon. Her unruly eyebrows furrowed into a straight line over her eyes. She drank the last of her ale and held it up in front of his eyes. The clay mug was plain and finger-print stained. Blue ink from Natriel's hands bled all over the smooth cup. It wavered in the air while she held it. Maybe Natriel didn't have that good of a tolerance either.
"They should pay for the things that they did."
And Natriel tossed that cup straight through the air right into that templars head.
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 3:04:27 GMT
"Yes...?" Eon trailed off, watching her frown at her cup. Was she ok? He could almost feel her anger bubbling, like fire magic. "Pay for- oh shit." He watched the cup soar through the air, almost in slow motion, and swore faintly when it cracked against one of the templars' heads. "Do you want take credit for that or should I? 'Cause whoever gets credit gets the first swing." Eon asked as the templar with gray hair and mustache stood up, looking downright pissed. "I guess this evening could use with a bar brawl anyhow."
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snotlout
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 3:17:46 GMT
Natriel grunted noncommitally and passed Eon her staff. "Didn't see yours," she says. Her staff is a mix of mirrors and stones, all glued together to create something that is both blunt and sharp.
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 3:19:49 GMT
Eon waved off her staff, pulling his elaborately twisted one out from under his cloak. "Well I guess laying low's off the table." He said cheerfully, waving cheekily at the group of templars advancing on them. "Good day, sers, lovely weather hm?"
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snotlout
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 3:21:39 GMT
Natriel took her staff back and watched the fight with a merry eye. She'd step in if he needed it.
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snotlout
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 3:24:39 GMT
Maybe.
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 3:26:25 GMT
Eon watched patiently as they advanced, tavern's patrons quickly leaving the tense scene. He spun out of the way of the first slash, giggling merrily as he slicked the ground under the first templar with ice and crowing in victory when he slipped. "Feel free to kick some ass when you feel like it!" He called out, dodging another blade and striking two with spirit bolts. He sent out more swirling ice magic at two others, humming a tune as he alternated between ice and bolts, the tavern's occupants either cheering or fleeing the scene.
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 3:38:21 GMT
"Is that a cry for help?" Nat says as she grabs her staff languidly. She gets up, cracks her weary joints and handles her staff with something almost like indecisiveness. Then she turns it in her hand and slams it against a templar just sidling in for the kill. The stone mainpiece of the staff smashed the templars skull like a melon with a bat. The man went down, Natriel turned and smashed his head for extra measure. With a twist of her staff, another templar sailed towards her. Using the momentum, Lavellan sailed around and slammed the centerpiece end of her staff into the Templars unarmored arm. There was a satisfying crunch.
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 3:45:36 GMT
Eon grinned mischievously, spinning around to face the other elven mage. "Depends. Help on ass-kicking or help for real?" He fired a spirit bolt over her, hitting a templar square in the face and sending him flying into a nearby pillar. "I just thought you might want in on the fun!" He twirled his staff over his head, sending fire in every direction. "Look who just got burned!" He cackled with glee at the pun, before sending a howling cone of ice at another.
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 3:49:32 GMT
Natriel mutters about sloppy casting and waits for Eon to finish. Time to flee the joint. She wanted to investigate what was left of the Kirkwall Circle library, too.
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 3:53:27 GMT
Eon blasted the last templar, sent Natriel a cheeky grin, and proceeded to loot the bodies. "Hmm, hmm. Enough for me!" He grinned at Natriel again. "Time to scram before we get stabbed. Where to? Unless I'm too much trouble, which I get a lot."
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 3:58:46 GMT
"I don't know. Come if you want too," Nat said as she wiped off her staff on her skirts. Then she sauntered out of the pub, tab unpaid, just like that. She left the door swinging into the setting sun and headed back out of the lowtown exit. Maybe she'd take a darktown exit. No one questions blood there. But there was also the question of pick pockets... Where to next, anyway? Antiva?
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 4:01:50 GMT
Eon hummed merrily, selling off the templars' equipment in various stalls as to not be suspicious. He had enough money to flee Kirkwall now, and get further away. He brushed off the nagging hope that his mother could be found. One elf he barely remembered? Please. He tucked his staff securely under his robes, before trotting off at a quick pace.
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Post by snotlout on Oct 6, 2015 4:28:22 GMT
Wait. Haven't been there before..."Come on, Flat Ear!" Nat called as she traisped toward a sewer that led into dark town. It stank and Natriel grimaced as she climbed in it. "You ever been to Nevarra?"
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Post by dragonhearted on Oct 6, 2015 4:31:09 GMT
Eon swiveled around, before hurrying after the other mage. "What's a flat ear?" He asked when he caught up, slightly out of breath and still feeling the adrenaline from the earlier fight. "And Nevarra? No. I've been here and... Ferelden. A long time ago." Eon barely noticed the stink, having climbed through more horrid places with the smugglers.
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