-Good gods, I had to retype this. D: Anyways,e<a href="mailto:nyttyn2@yahoo.com">nyttyn2@yahoo.com</a>efor evilDM-<br/>The half-orc chuckles lightly at Morgan's eccentric way of ordering. "<span style="font-style: italic">Truly, I had never thought of it that wa-</span>"<br/><br/>And then, all hell broke loose.<br/><br/>The windows shattered, glass fragments and steel shrapnel embedding themselves in the ground. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be harmed. From a small cloud of smoke that trailed in with the explosions walked three figures: The first of which was a rather tall, red haired human woman, her curvy body adorned by revealing leather "<span style="font-weight: bold">You can't hide form the thieve's guild forever, Gunther!</span>" she barked, as her companions came out of the smoke with her. On her left was a gnome male, his shiny dome and black bodysuit initially distracting one from the grenade launcher resting in his hands. On her right walked a buck-naked succubus, the crimson, jiggling flesh of her body overshadowed by a rusted, gigantic, sinister looking battlemace clutched in her hands.<br/><br/>The half orc, now revealed to be a one sir Gunther, stepped forwards, pulling off the bottom of his cane to reveal a sparkling green blade underneath. Chuckling in the way that a old man does, he smiles at the woman "<span style="font-style: italic">Please, Sara, I wasn't running. As you can see, I haven't even left the city yet!</span>" He then adopts a stance of battle beliling his old age "<span style="font-style: italic">But I take it the thieves guild has seen fit to erase my knowledge of the anomalies?</span>" Sara scoffs, drawing a blade of pitch-black, a abyss seemingly devouring the light around it "<span style="font-weight: bold">Pah. Small-potatoes. In any case, it's time for you to die.</span>" Gunther sighs "<span style="font-style: italic">Youth. Never understanding the forces they're dealing with...</span>"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the half-celestial lunges at the startled tiefling as the gnome steps onto their table, the squirming teenager's lower body dangling and squirming out of the woman's mouth. The gnome draws a revolver, reminiscent of old cowboys, aiming it at Tess "<span style="font-weight: bold">Anyone tries to play hero, I shoot the lady over here!</span>" The half-celestial shoots him a annoyed look as she works on the infernal girl, attempting to push the squirming teen into her maw.<br/><br/>OOC: Roll for initiative. Positions:<br/><br/>G = Gunther<br/>M = Morgan<br/>S = Sara<br/>T = Tanix<br/>Te = Tess<br/>A = Anna<br/>B = Bistro<br/>Ak = Akmu<br/>Gn = Gnome 1(grenade launcher)<br/>Gn2 = Gnome 2(revolver)<br/>Su = Succubus<br/>Hc = Halfcelestial<br/>Ti = Tiefling<br/><br/>---brokenwindow---<br/>Gn       Su<br/>S<br/>Te<br/>__      G<br/>B I            T<br/>I<br/>I            A<br/><br/>TiHc Gn2     M