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Blood ran a hand through his hair, still walking on as calmly as ever. "By all means, it will not be me rotting in the jail cell after the fighting is over then, hmmm?? This could only end three ways, each way you end up in jail or dead." He looked lazily around, unsure of where he was going for a brief second before remembering he was heading home. "Let me be, Spyke. Anything you can do to me will brand you a criminal, and nobody wants that." Secretly, though, in Blood's mind, he wished for this. If Spyke was to attack him and Blood was to survive, he would have a major problem dealt with right from the get-go. Spyke was hotheaded, so there was a good chance he would start the fight with him. Blood figured it'd be better to look at the positives of the situation.
Mordin rushed down the stairs of his tower in a hurried frenzy. Veronica had nearly screamed at him to get King Swift up to the tower because of a foreseen event. Usually he'd get around to it when he could, but she usually didn't scream for people, and when she did, her fortune-telling meant business. He bantered into the great hall. "King Swift!! Veronica demands your audience immediately!!"
Jarkoven rummaged through one of Blood's drawers for the millionth time. He was almost certain that it was here. He had been hired a few days prior to find the secret entrance to the underground grapple lines leading directly under Blood's house by a cult that had worshiped him in his god form, and still worship him now. He slammed his hand on the table in frustration. "********!! HOW ******** HARD IS IT TO FIND A STUPID ******** SECRET ENTRANCE?!!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:14 pm
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Mordin nodded, leading Swift back up to the tower, where Veronica was glowing all values of black, white and gray. She had also taken hold of a few objects: Mordin's staff, a spellbook, and a broadsword.
"Swift, step closer. I need to tell you this alone... *ahem* ALOONE!"
Mordin, who finally took the hint, backed out of the room, closing the door on his way out.
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