Emjajoas
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"With pleasure," Em spits slightly venomously, scowling and firing an arrow at Octavyn from the back row.
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Em jerks back to life, hands clutching first at his chest, then his bow. "S-sorry," he coughs, rising. "And thank you."
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OOC: Going to be gone for about a day (will be getting home sunday afternoon sometime), so I'll be leaving what Em does battle-wise up to Flipz and Zepher.
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"Thank you," Em replies, feeling better after the remedy kicks in. "I owe you one."
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"I'm Doomed, going to go down regardless," I mutter, firing an arrow at the Warden.
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Em winces, drawing back and preparing to fire an arrow at whoever he's ordered to fire at. "Where do you want it?" he coughs, wiping blood from his chin.
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Em fires at the warden from the back row.
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Em draws back his bow, firing at the assassin with a grimace.
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"Stang," Em curses under his breath, coughing. "Don't know how long I'll be able to stand upright with this. Who are the priority targets for my poison? I'll try to get them before I go down."
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Em fires at the Assassin from the back row.
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"Should I switch targets to poison all of the enemies?" Em asks rapidly, drawing back for another shot.
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"Sounds good," Em replies, attacking the Warden from the back row.
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Em draws back his bow, preparing to fire on whoever the party tells him to target from the back row.
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No, Em's not quite mute, he's just quiet. :P A mute character would indeed be interesting, though. Might go down that road if I have the opportunity.
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Em places a gentle hand on Arthur's shoulder, warning him that making demands might not be the best course of action in their current situation.
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Em inspects the opponents. He regretted that, should they lose this fight, he would not remember his encounter with the Stealer. It was smart, really. He cursed under his breath-- everything he figured out would be lost if this fight didn't go in their favour. He shook his head to clear it. He needed focus. Focus. Em unslung his bow, eyeing the opposition, though with an air of curiosity rather than malice.
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Em stays silent throughout the exchange, wondering how the interactions of his party members were different from his own. He almost felt out of place among the heroes, though he did his best to hide it. Shaking his head, he takes a seat on the floor, sighing.
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Em makes his way downstairs, hoping the bar is still open. He had a lot to think about.
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"Anyways, it seems as though it is high time to rest." Em nods to the Proggs, downs the rest of his drink, returns the glass to the bartender, and then makes his way to his room.
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Em nods knowingly at the little Proggs. "I understand. If there comes a day when you do open your doors to outsiders, so to speak, expect me at the gate."
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"Is your city going to be open to visitors when you've completed it? A city of Progg sounds like it would be a sight to see," Em says, taking another drink of the liquor in his glass. "Wouldn't mind going, myself. There's a certain something about underground cities that amazes me, and I've yet to see Progg architecture."
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"Often those who believe themselves to be the hero turn out to be the villain," Em says flatly, joining the Progg at the table. "Any news from belowgrounds?"
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The biting liquid shot needles down Em's throat as he swallowed. He pressed a closed fist to his chest and squinted as the burning brew made its descent. Em grinned. "That's the stuff," he muttered, swirling the contents of the glass again. He looked around the bar. Perhaps he should speak to the Progg-- He was curious about them, after all. Their species intrigued him, like most unusual wildlife. Perhaps he should speak to his party members in order to get to know them better. Perhaps he should sit with his drink and lose himself in thought. Unsure of what to do and content to sit with his drink for a while, he did just that.
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"I'll take two mead," Em called to the bartender, handing him the appropriate amount of gold and looking around the room. "And something strong." After collecting his drinks, he finds a table in the corner and seats himself, back facing the wall. He didn't feel safe or comfortable here. Thus far the Stealer was a few steps ahead of him, and the way he operated... Em figured that soon, no place in the city would be safe. He maintained an air of aloof concentration and furrowed his brow in thought, taking a swig of his drink.
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"Hm. Alright-- and thank you," Em replies, moving outside to wait with Karie. He furrows his brow, deep in thought, and decides to pace the grounds while he waits.
