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2007-11-17, 07:17 AM (ISO 8601)
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#68
Re: The Planar Prize [evil party] IC
Rorrik scratches his chin and then smirks, a proverbial light-bulb gleaming over his head. "I can put up a wall of force... blocking the massive slab from crushing us to death and we can take the staff easily..."
His unusually pointed tongue licks his unusually pointed teeth, he seems to enjoy the sound of his own plan. His tail likewise sways back and forth.
Last edited by Krimm_Blackleaf; 2007-11-17 at 07:24 AM.