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The smirk crossed Cyrus' visage, and he relaxed his posture somewhat. His longsword's blade gently tapped the tip of the spear, the ardentium and crystal blend chiming against the steel with a unqiue ringing sound, and he grinned at the small, angry little Gnome. Then the Legionnaire asked, "Who are you, that this is your room?"
The little Gnome responded with a smirk of his own and replied, "Me the one who got here before Big Nob, so this my place". That said, the spearhead glowed and illuminated the room brighter than the crystalline steel blade of Cyrus. During the brief moment it took Cyrus' eye to adjust to the brighter light, he felt a blow to the side of nose. The Legionnaire had been swatted by the spearhead. His nose hurt but there was no lasting injury. It only took a brief instant for Cyrus to compose himself but when he did, he saw before him the Gnome who was now as tall as the Legionnaire. The Gnome was holding the spear. Cyrus' adversary backed a step and said, "Now we going to see who gets the room."
The spear was pointed at the Legionnaire's chest. The spearhead was still glowing bright but the intensity was not distracting.
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The Kinder and Gentler Red Neck GM
Taralon - where both loquaciousness and succinctness are acceptable
It is impossible to make anything foolproof because fools are so ingenious. (an ancient Yeti Proverb)
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