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Message ID: 22446
Date: Wed Nov 15 19:33:52 GMT 2000
Author: JESSICA_WEBBER@PHL.COM
Subject: OT - duel info


Thanks to all for the help. If you're curious, below the *** is how I
opted to handle the situation. Oh yeah and the wizard is down to a bubble
of mana at this point having just ported us out of Kithicore before the
undead got us both...

"I think I'll remain seated for a bit ... at least until that latest
root breaks. Then, I'll let you gather the stuff and put it in the
bag. I'm not sure I want to be within arms reach of you at the
moment ... I can see the wheels turning in that devious little mind
or yours all way from here."

***

"Go on, remain seated," the rogue mutters under her breath just as a
skeleton appears, hovering in mid air about a dozen feet behind the
meditating caster. Beyond the hovering pile of bones, Mead's half-elven
vision picks out another skeleton approaching. She watches and notes the
path it follows would keep it a safe distance from the elves. Mead smiles,
a plan having been formulated.

As Aziev studies her book, the rogue slowly, silently gets out her bow.
The wizard had allowed the Immobilize spell to drop once. That was
mistake. Mead had been mentally counting down to when it would break
again.

15...14...13...

Mead observes a tiny twitch in the wizard's pointy ears as she picks out
the sound of the approaching skeleton. Then watches as the high-elf's
features relax again, having guaged by sound that the skeleton would keep
it's distance.

11...10...9...

Mead slowly raises the bow and takes aim. She bites her lip in fear that
she might miss and hit Aziev by mistake. But it is a chance she'll have to
take.

7...6...5...

An arrow whizzes by Azievs head, knocking the spawning skeleton out of the
air.

"A-ha-ha-ha," the skeleton cackles as it charges towards the theif.

The second skeleton hears the call and comes charging over. "A-ha-ha-ha,"
the second skeleton cackles as it lays it's glowing sockets on a medding
caster.

Mead holds her breath and braces herself for the mad dash she'll have to
make if this stunt actually works.

3...2...


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