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[RP] Rebellion: time of day: Morning Weather: Stormy Moon phase: half moon.
The-Blades-slave:
GM post @ fox
Th tavern owner nodded at the cloaked figure
I'm sure it was him.
The cloaked figure shookm his head and walked out. A few minutes later h e returned with another cloaked figure, they both had silver scythes glowing under their cloaks and the tavern owner told them
Room 242, heres the key.
He handed them the key and on walked up the stairs while the other walked outside and caled the wall to the window of room 242. The window opened and the man slid in with his scythe in hand as the other opened the door quietly and drew his scythe, guarding the door. The one by the necromancer raised his scythe and broguht it hurtling towards the necromancer head.
Mr. Fox:
I'm guessing it was a good thing I never slept in my bed anyways... I watched my puppet lose it's head and scream as the soul occupying it was forced out of it. (I took your idea of a little puppet thingy with me, it's a must for a traveling necromancer.) I summoned a spirit to fill the last puppet I had on me. I told it to stay still, I wanted to know what they were after before I made my move...
The-Blades-slave:
GM post @ fox
The men swore then one said
Toss the room, we need that book.
They began tearing apart the room.
Mr. Fox:
Why did so many people get to know of this book! It's well over a thousand years old, and only my master knew of it's existence when I killed him...perhaps it was that other necromancer, maybe he had access to my master's soul, never mind that now, I could think on this later, now I needed to escape. As one of them walked up to the closet I was in I told my puppet to take him. It quietly drew it's swords then ran them through the closet door and into his chest. He screamed and fell to the floor bleeding profusely as my puppet removed it's swords from his chest and busted out of the closet to handle the other man.
(I guess I'll let you react to my post instead of G-modding any more then I already have.)
The-Blades-slave:
GM post @ Fox
AS his [artner fell to the gound dead the man drew his scythe and blocked the puppets sowrd, then he lopped him in half and shouted
I know your here necromancer, give us the book!
He readided his scythe for defense.
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