10.26.2006
FINAL FIGHT ROUND... UH OH
Well alright then.
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Marivhon, just as you're sinking back onto the ground, you drink your 20 potion and slam the halberd head into Vrill's chest. His chest caves in, and you drag Vrill to the ground with you, as he shakes and spasms, spurting blood everywhere like some enormous version of 'Big Red'.
Your party descends upon his body in a subhuman frenzy, blades drawn, striking his still-twitching body. Only a second or two goes by before there's a sudden shock, and you're all thrown back, knocked to the ground, senseless momentarily.
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Vrill, or a bloody, horrible version of what was once Gregory Vrill, 'MPG', stands back up. In the middle of a circle marked by prone PCs, Vrill/Croatius glows with black energy that buoys him, causing him to float just inches off the scorched, gore-covered ground.
"Go away. Leave me to my failings," he croaks. Vrill/Croatius stares down at the paired bodies of the previous Croatius and the dead girl.
"Kill you or not, I care less. I demand only silence, only the buzz of insect wings around and within mine head."
"A tomb this was, and a tomb again, a bitter joke, my failed grave."
Croatius kneels before the girl's bloody corpse and tenderly strokes her hair. Standing back up, he shakes his head sadly.
"Why aren’t I dead at last? A shame. And death herself, my darling, alas, who hath done this to our sorry pair?" Croatius regards his hands, himself. "Ah yes, none other, it's me and me again."
Croatius then looks at the lot of you, regaining your senses, preparing yourselves to perhaps strike again. "Go away I say, or not. I cannot die, as I've killed myself and my only solace. I'll gladly expand my tomb for thee," he leers, his hand crackling with magical energy.
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ZOM-G saws through the hedge maze.
HAY GUYS
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WHATS GOIN ON IN THIS POST?
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Marivhon, just as you're sinking back onto the ground, you drink your 20 potion and slam the halberd head into Vrill's chest. His chest caves in, and you drag Vrill to the ground with you, as he shakes and spasms, spurting blood everywhere like some enormous version of 'Big Red'.
Your party descends upon his body in a subhuman frenzy, blades drawn, striking his still-twitching body. Only a second or two goes by before there's a sudden shock, and you're all thrown back, knocked to the ground, senseless momentarily.
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Vrill, or a bloody, horrible version of what was once Gregory Vrill, 'MPG', stands back up. In the middle of a circle marked by prone PCs, Vrill/Croatius glows with black energy that buoys him, causing him to float just inches off the scorched, gore-covered ground.
"Go away. Leave me to my failings," he croaks. Vrill/Croatius stares down at the paired bodies of the previous Croatius and the dead girl.
"Kill you or not, I care less. I demand only silence, only the buzz of insect wings around and within mine head."
"A tomb this was, and a tomb again, a bitter joke, my failed grave."
Croatius kneels before the girl's bloody corpse and tenderly strokes her hair. Standing back up, he shakes his head sadly.
"Why aren’t I dead at last? A shame. And death herself, my darling, alas, who hath done this to our sorry pair?" Croatius regards his hands, himself. "Ah yes, none other, it's me and me again."
Croatius then looks at the lot of you, regaining your senses, preparing yourselves to perhaps strike again. "Go away I say, or not. I cannot die, as I've killed myself and my only solace. I'll gladly expand my tomb for thee," he leers, his hand crackling with magical energy.
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ZOM-G saws through the hedge maze.
HAY GUYS
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WHATS GOIN ON IN THIS POST?
