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Golbahg tackles the imp and throws his shield away as he does so, violently slicing at the imps limbs, covering himself in splatters of blood.
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*Neviah watches with glee at the carnage unfolding from Wizwick and Golbagh, so as the demon and Lilth talk she clubs whatever imps she can find and kicks them their way.*
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*The sturdy demon grins savagely*
"What would you do if I reached in right now and grabbed that sorry thing?"
*looks at Riven when he says 'sorry thing '*
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"Hey Golbagh...contest? First one to 10 kills wins?"
Wizwik Leonard Voltsmith, A 3' tall green haired gnome dressed like a tinker'er wearing a top hat, wielding a body spear, and lots of devices strapped to his body, with a small Ruby necklace with a 7 toothed gear carved into it.
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Golbahg growls as he begins sawing off the imp's arms
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"...Take that as a no then...fine more for me~ For Magnora!" As Wizwik goes against the Imps that are sent his way, fighting as hard as his little body will let him
Wizwik Leonard Voltsmith, A 3' tall green haired gnome dressed like a tinker'er wearing a top hat, wielding a body spear, and lots of devices strapped to his body, with a small Ruby necklace with a 7 toothed gear carved into it.
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Returning to where the others stood about with his attire and skin cleaned of most of the spatter from before, Capri looks to Wizwik and Golbahg and with a sudden pinch of anger grasps down at Wizwik's head before lifting him and turning him towards his own gaze laced with Orcish rage.
"Ya'll can be defendin' all ya like Tiny One, but ya tryin' to turn this into a game and such ain't right. Antagonizing them folk from beyond is the stupidest shit ya can be up and doing right now. Back off and chill out, if they do shit then wreck 'em. Otherwise hold ya fuckin' weapon and shit aside cause I ain't wanting a fucking shitstorm flyin' on through here. Under-fucking-stood Tiny One?"
His grip on Wizwik's head is tight enough to lift but not enough to crush.
A Tall and Lanky Orc, he wears a collection of strange clothing and colours. He always carries a supply of his brews upon his back and a stein in hand.
He is a Brewer of the Kraja Isles.
Owner of the Brewer's Isle within the Gilded Dragon Tavern.
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-Wizwik looks wide eye'd to Capri- "...yes sir..." the face of 'oh shit' meets Capri's
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* Reaching the next support I lean against it. After a few moments I then speak* " I channel Vald'r to invoke Smite Blasphemer " * Releasing the ball of white light that channeled from my hand, Iam aim towards the lesser Demon with great accuracy. A smirk spreading across my lips*
Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.
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*The sturdy demon crumples, his charred lifeless corpse immediately trampled and torn apart by a pack of demonic dogs*
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