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rblock=102] Monty Armstrong ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feeling a light pressure on his shield, Monty looked up and saw that the woman had used him and his weapon as a stepping stone to leap into the air. Waving off her apology with a laugh and...

Monty Armstrong ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monty's eyes flicked open. Above him, the soft glare of sunlight winked at him through a thick canopy of fall colors. A peculiar warming sensation coursed through his body. For the briefest moment, he...

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Max laughed at Kanon's bloodthirsty threats and jubilant celebrations, placing his controller down and shaking his head as the utterly razed battlefield on the screen faded back into the game's main menu. He'd never heard someone gloat so much over a game they professed so much hatred for...

When the interior door opened, Jaali was surprised to see another leper. Through the gaps in the man's bandages, he could make out the tell-tale scars and lesions that were associated with the disease. A guard at the door was one thing, but a doctor that would be dealing with an open wound was...

Opening his mouth to protest Audrey's decision to go after her target alone, Jaali prepared to make a show out of getting to his feet. After heaving, puffing, and failing to get up, he sighed and waved off her thanks for the drinks. After seeing her performance the previous night, he was...

Audrey sure did enjoy cracking her joints. Jaali found that it was a useful intimidation tactic sometimes, but Aaminah always got on his case for doing it, saying that it would wear his bones down. Kneading his eyes with the palms of his hands, Jaali shrugged. "I don't remember a single thing...

Jaali turned and sat back down on his bed, then took a long drink from the water. "I don't think either of us is in a position to go looking for trouble. Even if they don't attack us right away, we'll be lousy company, moaning and groaning while clutching our heads." Pouring himself another...

Jaali scratched his chin thoughtfully as he took a seat on his bed, facing Audrey. "If my liquor addled memory serves me correctly, I seem to remember one-upping your last mug and finishing it before blacking out." Through his nausea and general discomfort, the gladiator assumed an air of mock...

Thoroughly immersed in a drunken stupor, Jaali was in the middle of a dream. It was a pleasant one, filled with sunshine and warmth. In his mind, he strolled through the Her'eshia marketplace. He stopped by a vendor and bought some exotic pipe tobacco for his father, an exquisite pair of...

Jaali watched Audrey's motionless form for a few moments, uncomprehending of what he was seeing. When it finally dawned on him that he was in the home stretch, he slapped his temple with the palm of his hand a few times to clear his mind. Taking the pro-offered mug of 6 shots from Dh'eko, Jaali...

Noticing Dh'eko's warning glance, Jaali winked hard in an attempt to reassure the innkeeper's apparent concern. The action had the opposite effect, as Dh'eko bit his lip and poured out a few more shots. Leaning over, Jaali took a closer look at Audrey's face while carelessly pouring 5 shots of...

Jaali watched intently as Audrey downed 4 shots at once, using her mug instead of the glasses. Not to be outdone, the gladiator grabbed another mug, poured 5 shots in, and gulped it down. The singular shots by themselves were already quite potent, but 5 at once was something else. Jaali coughed...

Jaali scoffed at Audrey's boasts, cracked his knuckles, then flexed his own arm. The gladiator's large musculature rippled impressively. Huffing and puffing before holding his breath in a jokingly exaggerated fashion, Jaali used his free hand to poke his bicep. "Forget arrows, I could probably...

Jaali took his second shot, setting the glass down carefully. Although the liquor noticeably burned his throat, he didn't feel that much different. Yet. "Feet? I don't even need those things, they were just slowing me down. Peg legs will make me much more aerodynamic." Dh'eko raised his...

Taking his first shot, Jaali downed it before setting the glass facing downwards with a light tap. Of course, Audrey's idea involved poking a potentially dangerous group of individuals with a stick. Chancing a glance down at the bloody bandage peeking out of the hole in his boot, he pursed his...

Audrey certainly had a lot of confidence challenging Jaali to a test of booze swigging. The gladiator had almost never been bested in the art of drink; the only time he'd ever lost was when he'd challenged a half-insane desert nomad whose physiology had been altered by a combination of venomous...

Not to be outdone, Jaali set his hammer and pack down, then slowly made his way up to Dh'eko. Although it wasn't too late, the inn's bar/common area was gradually emptying of patrons. In groups, pairs, or singles, they trickled off to their rooms or left the inn. The cook, done with work for the...

A faint wind was blowing through the mountain passage, resulting in a slightly unsettling howling noise that reminded Jaali of the stereotypical moaning of spirits. With moon and starlight being the only light available, visibility was limited. From the outside, the passage looked like it...

Closing his eyes, Jaali plopped his head back against the sand. Cracking his mouth open and feigning sleep, he pretended to snore loudly in response to her sarcastic nap offer. Realizing that Audrey would probably club him in the head with her rifle if he kept playing around, Jaali opened his...