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“How may I help you?” Corin repeats.
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Eddie ignored him. Eddie coughed. “Excuse me?” She flipped out one of her guns and fired two shots on either side of his head. Her dress seemed to glow brighter, and tremors of began to dance through her similarly-colored hair. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
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It screeches, the sound deafeningly loud. It opens its beak, aiming for Marewill.
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Corin sets a glass vial on the counter. As they walk, the trees begin to thin even more, until there are none left. Then, abruptly, they hear a sharp cry from above. A huge eagle begins to descend, far more rapidly than should be possible. @Unintelligenius
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“At least you had a choice,” Corin muttered. He sounded bitter, but he nodded at Tinker’s retreating back respectfully.
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“13,” Corin decided. “And sickly. I’ll accept that deal, and I’ll give you more poison and supplies for each person you kill.”
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I’m okay with that, though I’m not the one who has the list or does most of that…I think our other GM’s fell off the map though
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Corin thinks for a long moment. “How old are you?” “I have a coin,” Corin says. “But you’ll have to—” he cuts off sharply. No gambling. “All yours.” He flips it across the counter.
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Stick's Poetry and/or Writing and/or artwork (sometimes)
Edema Rue replied to Just-A-Stick's topic in Creator's Corner
*gasping* *clasps your hands* *sobbing* Yes! -
Stick's Poetry and/or Writing and/or artwork (sometimes)
Edema Rue replied to Just-A-Stick's topic in Creator's Corner
It’s beautiful!! It feels like there’s a witch living there -
Corbin nods appreciatively. “How many?” “Good,” Corin said. “Very good. But if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, there will be…consequences.” “Think deeper,” Corin said. “Think of deaths, of investiture, of stories and secrets.” He shrugged. “Give the people a reason to care. The more dramatic your actions, the better items I can give you.”
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Corin raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
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“What can you offer?”
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“I’ve got poison,” Corin said.
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“You can,” Corin said. “Anything you want, for a price.”
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A man with blacker than black hair stands behind the counter. “Welcome,” he says, “to The Casino. How may I help you?”
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HEY LISTEN FORGERS ARE COOL DONT DIMINISH YOURSELF HOW DAAAARREEE YOU NERDY, THOSE ARE MY CHILDREN I THINK maybe??
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“Not sure yet,” she mumbled. She sideyed him. “Roy.”
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We don’t, my guess is end of July, but that’s a very rough estimate. I can let you know when it ends, if you’d like?
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Corin nods thoughtfully. He turns and walks into the back room, returning with a coat. It doesn’t work. As he tries to control the sand, nothing happens. “No fighting inside the Casino,” he says. His lips seem trying to twitch into a smirk, but his eyes are still blank.
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Corin’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth to respond, then abruptly freezes. He closes his mouth and blinks once. “Welcome,” he says, “to The Casino. How may I help you?”
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Eddie grunted and turned away, scanning the darkness.
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