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Post by Morreion on Jan 27, 2011 13:06:56 GMT -5
Fates Be Damned (TERA)Havelock looked around, fingers clutching his bow. The violent quaking that rocked the small tavern ended-only a couple of minor aftershocks jostled the few unbroken cups and bowls. The tendrils of lightning that had surrounded each Castanic were gone now, though the air carried a foul tang. He hurried over to Calastra to check for her pulse. It was there, faint but definite. He noticed the long burn marks in her garments. Wisps of smoke rose from her flesh. Had the lightning caused this?
Every Castanic in the inn lay sprawled where they'd fallen. Several bodies still twitched. Only he and the Amani cook, Zulfikar, were still on their feet.
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