Athinar

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Heh, I think I know what it is. LOOK AT THE GIANT- Cough cough

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Our father who art in heave- HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!

Looks like Das stole a prayer right now.

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Hah! The mage is the one with the crazy idea in a few posts. Pray for us ALL.

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Yes, Pooka, I am. I just haven't had the time to work on any long projects.

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Sure, why not? Besides, my power level's over 9000!

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...... THIS IS NOT THE SEA OF MONSTERS *COUGHCOUGH*

Eeh, I kinda want to know what his name would be.

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Athinar narrowed his eyes, and said, "Poor innocent working woman? Hah." As the screech sounded, the gate opening, Athinar slowly turned his head around. Looking at the beast, unaffected by the sound, Athinar's eyes widened as he realized what this monster is. Oh no, the old fool didn't leave that in the keep.... Oh gods. At Serkan's admonition, Athinar twisted his lips in a wry grin. "Heh, it's been a while since anyone's described what I say as quarrelsome or provocative." As it leaped towards Dasmira, Athinar strafed over the ground to stand directly in front of her. "Though I don't particularly like you, you cagna ladro, I'll still help the 'dead weight' in this group." As Serkan let a vorpal wave fly, Athinar murmured, "Finno Fan," and a large, solid wall of fire sprung up from Athinar's body. At the center of the inferno, Athinar was nigh untouchable, and the beast would have to go through his flame shield to get to the "dead weight". Damn his need to protect everyone and their sister.

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And one eye! Don't forget the cyclopean bit!

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Nevar! Athinar is a paragon of virtue and cynicism!

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Athinar, at the sudden rush of necromancy, whipped around and flew through the bars. Growling, a thin jet of fire escaped his mouth. Looking at Dasmira, he thought, You idiot! Don't you know not to touch anything here? Arcing up through the air to the group, he left a bright trail of fire that burned for a few seconds afterward. Enveloping a group of skeletons in a wave of fire, he turned to Dasmira and spoke, his mouth not moving. " You should know better than to take something from the fallen warriors. Those who are dead this way, generally don't stay dead. Idiot." Hovering just above the ground for a few minutes, he used the last few seconds of elementalism to make a wall of flame that encircled the whole party. Reverting back to his original form, he looked at Serkan, Dasmira, and Aveline. "We need to talk. A serious talk about NOT being abr ach brunhvitr and touching everything in the whole damn castle." His anger made Athinar snap back and forth from his native language for a moment. Twin balls of fire were ignited in his eyes, and flames shot up from his hands.