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Post by LoveIsTheCircleThatYouComplete on Feb 14, 2007 13:59:26 GMT -5
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Post by Japic on Feb 14, 2007 15:06:29 GMT -5
{As we have no map I cannot begin to guess at the distances that must be covered or the obsticles in our way.}
With uncanny quickness the as of yet unnamed brawler dashes away from the quiet one and moves to the balcony. En route he draws his second sword and readies himself to attack whatever has the Noble worried.
{double move, draw sword on the way. If it's farther away but in a straight line he'll run @ x4 to close the distance and get as close to the situation as possible.}
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Feb 14, 2007 15:29:42 GMT -5
(Rhett should have covered the distance to the door last post and would have been with the noble as per his second 12 seconds to move, but no matter.)
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Rhett moves out immediately with the man wielding the short swords. "Why the fuck does this have to happen on my shift,", he mutters to himself, seeming to have a suspicion as to what this might be all about.
"Get back." he shouts to the noble in urgent tones.
He will take up a position near to the noble and provide him with cover if possible.
He is ready with his sword
----------------------- Init +4 spot/listen +9 AC 18
EDIT If possible, Rhett will position himself right up against the railing to take any attacks or AoOs that he has the chance to dish out.
(+10 2d6+7+d6SA if foe is denied dex bonus)
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Post by LoveIsTheCircleThatYouComplete on Feb 14, 2007 15:38:23 GMT -5
[The Noble is at A5] [The Woman is at H6]
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Post by K Man on Feb 15, 2007 15:53:02 GMT -5
{Remain at G6, near woman with staff held. Focus attention on Noble}
The pale-faced man looks around quizzically. Unsure of whether to make the first move or to wait for someone else, the outsider holds and awaits a move...
{Still ready to crack this red silk woman. Will wait for combat to begin if necessary.}
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Post by Toptomcat on Feb 15, 2007 17:38:22 GMT -5
The gray-haired man drops into a crouch, leaning on his stick as he peers this way and that, trying to regain some sense of control of this rapidly disentegrating situation.
"What-what-what-what-what's going on?"
It is apparant that this situation is too much for the old man.
(Init +8.)
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Post by Arclite on Feb 16, 2007 21:13:14 GMT -5
[The man the black ponytail, draws his rapier and stands at the ready]
(Init +7) Draw Rapier
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