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Uh well, letmehaveone, Viktor is needing to post. Lots is happening around him but he's just standing there while a fight breaks out.
Ik, that's why I pretty much indicated he was talking to himself.
What Blueflame is implying is that nobody can reply to your post. You're going to be waiting forever if you expect Assallya or the Terminator to do something.
My post: I'm still dead.
His post: I'm still an immobile statue waiting to be repaired.
Thus it's your post again.
Basically you can fast forward to whatever result you think appropriate.
Before Viktor was the strangled elf girl, whoever she had been, half naked in sheer silks and jewelry and sprawled out on the forest floor. She stared at nothing through long mascaraed lashes, dull lifeless eyes peering out into the darkness between the trees and was completely oblivious to the severed arm attacking him.
What no respawns?
Suspended two feet from the ground, legs windmilling, small fists pounding upon the robot's steel forearm, Assallya's many anklets and bracelets were clinking together and making quite the racket. Hacking, desperately trying to cough or somehow get air she flailed futilely, her golden tresses a wild nimbus.
Assallya didn't even notice the young man who'd just arrived. All she could do was flail as consciousness began to leave her. With one final bit of effort every muscle in the young elf's body tensed, fingers twisted into claws, toes splayed and then nothing. Finally, her pounding upon his forearm with her small fists stopped, her blue eyes rolled back into their sockets, long eyelashes fluttering, and her head lolled forward with her protruding tongue caught between her black stained lips. She was dead. Her legs went limp, the flailing limbs now swinging slowly beneath her waist like two pendulums of a clock slowly winding down until finally her black painted toenails pointed towards the earth below.
Assallya didn't even notice the young man who'd just arrived. All she could do was flail as consciousness began to leave her. With one final bit of effort every muscle in the young elf's body tensed, fingers twisted into claws, toes splayed and then nothing. Finally, her pounding upon his forearm with her small fists stopped, her blue eyes rolled back into their sockets, long eyelashes fluttering, and her head lolled forward with her protruding tongue caught between her black stained lips. She was dead. Her legs went limp, the flailing limbs now swinging slowly beneath her waist like two pendulums of a clock slowly winding down until finally her black painted toenails pointed towards the earth below.
Err... @letmehaveone2 the scene is very different. There's a big skeletal robot choking the life out of a scantily clad elf. With it's good arm. A severed arm is crawling back to the robot.
*lol* The definition of role playing is walking into a room you know is trapped because your character doesn't know.
Assallya eyes had scarcely opportunity to widen as the metal hand moved like a viper and surrounded her neck. She instinctively screamed but the robot's fingers cut off any sort of attempt as he lifted her. Her bare feet cycled, windmilling beneath her and her many anklets made a clatter as she was hefted two full feet into the air. Grasping at the robot's wrist with both of her slender hands she couldn't so much as budge him. Worse, unable to speak, she was unable to cast spells!
By Myrkul's shrivelled black balls, she screamed inside her head, I was trying to help you you thrice cursed golem!
By all the gods, she couldn't breathe. Assallya gasped, lungs hacking as if trying to unlodge something from her throat. Her tongue protruded, stretching out in desperate search of air and finding now. She kicked at him, the golem, with her bare feet. She planted her soles on his thigh and shoving with all her strength but the metal skeleton of a man was unyielding. Her eyesight was blurring. She hurt everywhere...
By Myrkul's shrivelled black balls, she screamed inside her head, I was trying to help you you thrice cursed golem!
By all the gods, she couldn't breathe. Assallya gasped, lungs hacking as if trying to unlodge something from her throat. Her tongue protruded, stretching out in desperate search of air and finding now. She kicked at him, the golem, with her bare feet. She planted her soles on his thigh and shoving with all her strength but the metal skeleton of a man was unyielding. Her eyesight was blurring. She hurt everywhere...
"You're in Sembia," she answered him as her almond shaped azure eyes looked the golem over, "Just north of Daerlun. By Dale reckoning it's the year of Three Ships Sailing."
"Oh," she said, oblivious to its sensors, "you're much too heavy. I can't help carry you. You need a crutch or something."
Clapping her small hands together in delight, making the many brass and copper bracelets she wore clink against one another, she suddenly added, "I have a sword in the wagon. It could service you as a cane perhaps. Would you like me to fetch it?"
"Oh," she said, oblivious to its sensors, "you're much too heavy. I can't help carry you. You need a crutch or something."
Clapping her small hands together in delight, making the many brass and copper bracelets she wore clink against one another, she suddenly added, "I have a sword in the wagon. It could service you as a cane perhaps. Would you like me to fetch it?"
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