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[00:05] This was one of those occasions...

Yeah, it's one of those!

His ruby red fiery irises enlarge, and all three of his eyelids squint! He caresses the side of his forehead as his claws shoot up.

"Tink, tink..."

Aon did gift Grub a gleaming stone... Roman had only offered words, and his fingertips were quivering.

It was like his sixth instinct, his true yearning, he needed to fuel it, he needed to rob Roman, surely he'd understand!?!?

The earth shook as he took a stride forward, and he handed Boombar a donut "DOONU! Boombar! Grubfoot MASH!" If anyone was going to steal around here, it was going to be Grubfoot.
(Grubfoot Óir-Dorgeshuun)
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[00:05] Niclous Runeclaw says, "......"
[00:05] Niclous Runeclaw says, "Damn goblin."
[00:05] Niclous Runeclaw says, "Can't ever understand it."
[00:06] Crosses his arm's leaning back onto the rope of the bridge not wanting to steal any fun from his mates.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[00:10] Stared at Grub foot.

"I am friends with your Chieftan. Try to rob me and ill ensure you are brought back to her tied up... Im sure she will punish you worse then I could." And with that he stared at Grubfoot as he would stride forwards towards him.

"Chieftain Snap will not be happy if you attack one of her friends."

"Gread leat!" seems he was slowly picking up on the goblins words. After spending so much time with them. Though it was only a few words here and there. Nothing too complicated.
(Roman)
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[00:18]
{LOAD GAME}

[00:18] You've received 100 daily salary from The Flying Devil.
[00:20] Grubfoot Óir-Dorgeshuun says, "-"
[00:27] Vienna Ze Dikaru says, "Well since I can't play going to be a bit mroe serious."
[00:37] Roman says, "Poor thing."
[00:37] Elvyn Olbrante says nothing, observing.
(Elvyn Olbrante)
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[00:41] Amon Gussar exclaims, "GRUBFOOT!"
[00:42] Seeing Vienna fall to the holy magi would get a rise out of the ookami. "Alright then, I guess I can have a bit of fun."

With his arm's still crossed across his chest and leaning onto the rope of the draw bridge. Two finger's lifted from his arm and then set themselves back down. Shadow's of occult then swirling about the once upon a time ranger. His right eye opening letting the pale red sphere housed in his socket look onto the magi.

Ferocious winds started to pick up then as the tree's in the area began to sway and dark storm clouds loomed overhead. The air around Niclous starting to reverberate now with sound carrying a heavy intensity in the air. His right hand reaching back to a bow, no quiver in sight holding any arrows. Holding his left hand out a bolt of mana then formed, darkness and lightning being compressed by sound and wind to form an arrow in his palm.

Notching it he took aim at Amon. "Drop everything on the ground if ya know what's good for ya."

The sequence of runes igniting within his right eye, the sphere starting to glow faintly as it pierced the darkness ready to cast a fray of illusions and shadows across the area.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[00:51] Amon stares towards Niclous, Amon raises an eyebrow.
"Clothes included?"

Amon gives Niclous a somewhat sassy smile, making mockery of him.

"Damm dude, really?"

Amon let's out a chuckle.

"I didin't expected this to be this fast- PFTTTTT-"

Amon burts of laugh, pointing at Niclous like if he was treating him as some type of clown, not really taking him seriously.

"Ah... just joking with ya, let me see..."

Amon opens his tome, following the reading with his finger.

"Let me see... a maggot like you, minus me... equals to..."

Amon chuckles, nodding his head left and right.

"DEFEAT FOR YOU."
(Amon Gussar)
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[00:52] And so the Goblin would attack him regardless of what was said.

"My.... ive no time for you... ive got other things to deal with." He would state. As he was looking for someone specific. A Specific target. And so the two would fight at each other.

Roman seemed to dance around the field of battle. But he seemed to be doing a horrible job at dodging the enemies attacks.

The Goblins flames of fire began to erupt around roman. Burning away at some of his clothing and skin. Crisping it up and leaving a horrible putrid smell of burning flesh.

Ether shrouded roman, keeping the brunt of the flames away from entirely melting him.

Hails of occultic magic would make its way to barrage Grub. Pelting him multiple times upon multiple parts of his body. Only for it to be returned in kind with the flames lashing out at Roman.

But roman himself had a few tricks up his sleeves. Walking directly into the fires that spread. Using the Ether around him to deflect it towards his opponent.

As the Goblin became overwhelmed by the flames coming back at him, Roman would use the energies of the cosmic planes to move at a high speed towards them. Grabbing their hands together and holding them up for a moment.

"Gotcha." He noted. As his own occultic energy would be poured into the hands of the Goblin. Their grubby fingers likely to not touch someone elses coin for a bit.

"Now keep ya hands off my purse. Gonna have a word with Snap bout ya after this." He spoke. Tossing the Goblin away to the side as he went to rejoin the others.
(Roman)
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[00:54] And so she came out worse this time. Not having the field set like before made it harder to deal with him. The good news is she didn't suffer anything permanent. The girl manage to back off when a letter came to her. It seem like Niclous was tagging in now.

"Don't underestimate him."

She said as a reminder deciding to write the sender back.
(Vienna Ze Dikaru)
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[00:56] Every charge the goblin took, its claws tearing through flesh, ethereal pellets showered through the air, pyrotechnics obscured the sky, and the earth rumbled.

Volcanic fissures explode, spewing magma into the air, and turbulent seas crash through.

It was a disaster.
And Grubfoot was furious!

They wouldn't touch Aon if he could avoid it!?!?! Despite the fact that he was still a kid... One with multiple injuries!?!?!

He will, however, battle!

A strike here, a jab there!

Ka-boom!

And in a matter of minutes, Grubfoot would begin to tire, and with the numerous cuts piling up, he would be forced to...

FALL!?!?!?!

Aon words faintly heard, though he knows he can't give up now, mustering some strength he gets to his feet!
(Grubfoot Óir-Dorgeshuun)
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[00:56] Boombar Óir-Dorgeshuu says, "Kehehhe."
[00:58] {Won Dangerous RPB against Amon Gussar}
[00:58] ** Niclous Runeclaw has inflicted an injury upon Amon Gussar. ("Permanent Injury", "Permanent Injury", "Permanent", "Severity: MODERATE (-10 Vit)") **
[01:20] Niclous would waste no time in letting his first arrow fly through the air, having delt with quite a few smart asses in his time he knew what would shut them up. As the arrow moved through the air in Amon's direction the ranger stepped into a pool of shadow's his figure submerging into them as he would shift across the battlefield. Emerging from the shadow's of tree's and other objects that had been affected by his aura spreading out he moved through it with ease making quick work of the magi's various tactic's once he had learned how they fought.

Maneuvering through the tree's and grass assaulting Amon with a variety of illusion's and sounds to disrupt him. Small capsules that produced concentrated blasts of sound and fields of smoke that aided his cover. His red eye piercing the darkness each time he took aim. His shots were carefully aimed with precision as he made sure to avoid anything vital, for this the rouge ranger thoughtit would require a bit more of a personal touch.

Shadow's concentrating on his figure as he dove through the air, his presence vanishing completely now as he would move to knock away Amon's grimoire from his possession. A destructive blast of sound then followed, being concentrated and released from Niclouses palm to send the holy magi flying backwards landing into a pool of shadow. "Gotcha."

His hand rose up and slowly closed, with the magi disarmed and now most of the way bound he would walk forward. The glow of his eye intensifying as wisps of occult and darkness would secrete from it. "Now then.."

His artificial eye meeting the gaze of Amon's left eye, the runes activating and the wisps of darkness then forcefully latching onto it.
"You will either go mad from the vision's, or you will be killed by your friends... The choice lie's with you."

Having seen Varrach do the very same thing to one of his best friends he wondered how the holy magi would take the infusion of the occult and the very vision's of Helhiem, he was rather curious as saw how it had turned out for a certain faeborn.
(Niclous Runeclaw)
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[01:21] Elvyn Olbrante says, "...."
[01:22] Fayil says, "Oh hello."
[01:22] Elvyn Olbrante says, "Yes.. Hello."
[01:22] {Item} You picked up Battle Tome. Dropped by Amon Gussar..
[01:22] Elvyn Olbrante says, "I've spotted you some months ago.."
[01:22] Fayil says, "Yes you did, and your friend beat me up."
[01:23] Elvyn Olbrante asks, "That they have... And what of your status now?"
[01:23] Fayil asks, "Status?"
[01:24] Elvyn Olbrante asks, "As in, are you still injured?"
[01:24] Fayil says, "A lot."
[01:24] Elvyn Olbrante says, "And yet you still roam.. Not a smart choice if I must say. However, I shall spare you the trouble for now I suppose."
[01:25] Fayil says, "We can still fight if you want."
[01:26] Elvyn Olbrante says, "It's fine. You should lick your wounds and run along on home."
[01:26] Fayil says, "I'm not going home."
[01:26] Fayil says, "No one's awake."
[01:26] Roman says, "Elvyn. I kinda want to steal that one."
[01:26] Roman says, "Seen em around before."
[01:26] Niclous Runeclaw says, "I could use a meal.."
[01:26] Fayil asks, "Waow, is that why you asked me for my status?"
[01:27] Elvyn Olbrante says, "No."
[01:27] Niclous Runeclaw says, "..."
[01:27] Niclous Runeclaw says, "I mean't occult mana..."
[01:27] Niclous Runeclaw says, "Was a joke..."
[01:27] Roman asks, "Elvyn, you know that one by chance?"
[01:27] Elvyn Olbrante was regretting ever coming along with them.
(Elvyn Olbrante)
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[01:28] Atrus Avarion says, "Please, put away that mana."
[01:28] Elvyn Olbrante says, "They've assisted Wra'gul and his undead sometime ago.."
[01:28] Atrus Avarion says, "I don't like how it feels."
[01:29] Roman exclaims, "I see. So an enemy then!"
[01:29] Fayil asks, "A?"
[01:29] Amon falls to the floor, covering one of his eyes while roots of occult would cover it completely, Amon screams with pain... what is this, what is this feeling, the Holy magic within Amon fights it... not letting the occult taking full control of his body.

And for his eye... the battle is lost, his Holy magic can't stop the roots of occult which reside there, they have already taken control over it, is too late to save it.

Amon stayed on the floor, covering his left eye... then the pain would calm down a little, slowly Amon takes off his palm from his eye-

"GRAAGH!"

THE PAIN INTENSIFIES, VISIONS OF WHATEVER HEL LOOKS LIKE INVADE AMON'S MIND, MONSTERS IMPOSIBLE TO EXPLAIN... THE VISIONS ARE BACK, THE VISIONS THAT TORMENTED AMON'S MIND LONG TIME AGO.

And deep within Amon's mind, he wonders... if what those visions showed ended up being true... the death of his WHOLE family... what stops whatever Amon see's now to do so again?

Amon starts to slightly walk away, once again having his palm on his left eye, yet... before leaving, Amon turns towards Niclous.

"AMON GUSSARD, THE SON OF THE PLAGUE, I'LL COME BACK... AND YOU WILL REGRET EVER HAVE FACED ME."

Amon says so with great hatred on his hearth, he doesn't want to go through this again, he had multiple problems already... they just don't stop coming.
(Amon Gussar)