white zombie - electric head pt 1
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Megadeath - Symphony of Destruction
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Bob Marley - Exodos
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I dont know. i remember leaving here to see the high mage in town... after that... nothing until waking up by the doc this evening. ![]() |
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*Her deep purple eyes meet Barbus'* I would like answars.. *she says softly. She looks back at the woman who was humming and blinks* ![]() Thats half the problem friend. *sighs and pulls her hood down. Her white hair covering her ears and most features* i need answars but i dont have the questions. ![]() |
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*Her deep purple eyes meet Barbus'* I would like answars.. *she says softly. She looks back at the woman who was humming and blinks* ![]() |
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*Orders her drink and looks at Barbus* ![]() |
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Topic:
singer brain tease - part 4
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willie nelson hey, barbus, long time no see. Sorry, have been working crazy ass hours. |
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Edited by
Barbus
on
Thu 05/29/08 09:44 PM
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((for those who are playing at home))
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With all the commotion in the tavern. she starts to mumble. "Pan, where is that silly cat?" she looks over at the fireplace and sees him curled up in front of the fire as calm as can be. She thinks about picking him up, but changes her mind...he looks so comfy.. ![]() |
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holding his head,, draven mutters what the hell happened to me? ![]() |
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![]() *Takes the items and places them onto the table, then the two glasses of liquer, and chuggs them one after the other* ![]() *spreads the sheet accross the table, and then pulls Draven's and lays it onto the table. all the ingredients that were brought except for the leaves are put into the mortar and are gound up, then placed onto one of the leaves. Ifritius reaches into his bag and produces more ingredients; eye of newt, a ruby dragon's scale, and the fourth toe of a three toed sloth. All get ground up and placed onto the leaf. Finally, he makes a paste out of the concoction by adding a little Grapen Liquor, then applies it to the wound, which immediately starts glowing, and a white odorless smoke rises.* He wrapps the first leaf that he had the concoction on around the arm, then the other two leaves over that, finally, he tears a strip out of the sheet and ties it around the aloe leaves, to keep them in place. ![]() *Picks up his ivory walking stick, presses on the right eye of the skull that is on the top (right eye is a jewl for light magic, left eye is a jewl for dark magic) then traces the outline of Draven's body, and says a few magic words. *Draven wakes up fully rested, and shows no signs of ever being wounded, except he knows he has been* ![]() |
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Ifritius casts a "Sleep" spell on his patient, so he will not be thrashing around during the healing process.
*Draven slowly nods off and feels no pain* |
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