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| Not Before the Sun Falls; [p] | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:03 am (174 Views) | |
| Praih | Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:51 pm Post #16 |
 
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Praih charged the bird as it snapped at his ally, trying to bat the thing away from his only ticket out of the desert. He had little emotional attachment to the elf, but he knew that, should something bad happen to Ausir, Praih would wind up stranded. The distance between Praih and the bird was too much to cover, however, and the roc had taken once more to the air before he and his blade could reach it. He found himself directly next to Ausir, now. A brownish substance leaked from the sorcerer's wound, staining his clothing and skin, but Praih paid this very little mind. He held his sword before him, brandishing it bravely despite his complete lack of proficiency with the weapon. The bird came upon him, now, enormous talons first. Each of the roc's gnarled talons was the length of an arm, and they closed around Praih like a vice, holding him firmly in place, binding his arm and sword uselessly to his side. He squirmed, but to no avail. He was at the mercy of the bird. |
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