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[color=ff681f][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning
[color=ff681f][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Nest, Roshmi City
[color=ff681f][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Mari, [@Alivefalling] Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE[hr]

The scene of calculated chaos unfolded in the bar. Splinters flew, tables shattered, and now some nasty yellow gas was filling the immediate area around the dreadnaught of Warforged. What was meant to be a rest stop was now a battleground.

Thraash couldn't believe his downswing against the sword was simply outmaneuvered to allow Five to perform a follow-up swing toward Mari who was charging up a light magic attack. 

What really took the dragonborn by surprise was Aerilyn springing forth to swing her magically enchanted hammer at the warforged. Thraash had awaited the impact while inhaling through his nostrils. 

[color=ff681f][I]Deeper… Deeper… Deeper…[/I][/color] He could feel the warmth and pressure build in his chest. Even seeing the yellow-colored gas escape the machine of a man, didn't deter what he planned to do. He wasn't sure how effective the full brunt of his flames would be. He didn't know if the gas was flammable. Fuck he didn't know why this was even happening. But by the gods, he knew he was going to release a cone of fire that would make his pops proud.

[color=ff681f]“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”[/color] Thraash breathed at Five. He was aiming for his face but with the size of the cone, the flames would engulf his upper torso too…Oh, and hit a few of the chairs behind him… and some of the tables… and singe some of the hairs on Aerilyn… and there was also that deaf bovine demihuman regular that was minding his own business… And… I think you get it.


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