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[Kaelthir]

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Kaelthir sat inside the sandstone walls of the casino, watching. The masked man's behavior changed-- he was pacing about, shoving one of the tables on its side. A short woman she hadn't met before complained he hit her with the table, only for him to extinguish his torch with her face, making a loud sizzle. Tensions were high, they were in the middle of some town, Mazewood she believed she heard it called. A palace of wealth and trickery, everything her comrades disliked. The hosts of the casino were well armed and suspicious, but had left the group to rake money from the other guests.

"SOSARIA PREVAILS!" A sudden cry pierced the silence, the masked man gave the signal. From a band across her chest she pulled an oily potion and hurled it at her assigned corner of the room, sending a blast of flame across the floor as the rest of the group hurled their potions. Quickly they fled, swinging the doors open with black billowing smoke chasing out after them. The smoke lifted high into the sky, upon reaching the town's border the group watched for a few seconds before escaping through a moongate.



It was a wonderful day.

[Nh'bdy]

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Seth sat silently in the chair of a man he had befriended during his jaunts as the mask terrorist, or so they were quick to call him in the passing days. Silently he reached up to the tree, a peach tree, truly a delicious fruit for the events of the evening. He'd done little more than speak to him comrade. He handed them torches, told them if it disturbed anyone, to extinguish it in their person. He'd given them potions, and told them it would be a pity if they dropped them. He'd given each of them something, something of himself and something they each needed, and they agreed that the atrocities and loss of humanity would be worth a day when Sossoria could belong to Sossorians.

Twirling the glass of wine he had poured hours ago, he hadn't taken a drink, as if it were merely for affect, however he noticeably lacks an audience. He spoke but a few words as he saw the black smoke drift silently into the evening air. "Luck be a lady tonight."

It was ponderous to Seth, an act he would surely be accused of, was devoid of the "face" of the group he held so dear. A silently chuckle floated towards the sky with the smoke, the irony was not lost on this evening, ooh no, it was savored, if only by a select few.
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[Inkari Northwind]

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Phelix after pocketing some well earned gold from some lofty vampires he begain to walk upstairs feeling the heat he noticed sweat from his brow..!!!!!!! astonished to see his bar up in flames! He yell'd and screamed for no one was there! He contacted his commrades who rushed to his aid and extinquished the flames...not before the damage was done..over a million in gold lost to the flames

***new post at casino doors***

NO MORE TORCHES!!
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