Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150330130148/@comment-29458028-20150404014027

(HKD, let me evaluate slowly)

Lyn was sitting by the fire, with her sword in her hands, since Sariel had told her to keep aware for danger.

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The remaining cultists shifted in position as they redoubled their attacks. This time, there were more careful, keepingtheir distance and leaping back from a failed strike.

"I never said you couldn't steal the bound weapons..." remarked the man "if you can't take it from the dead, take it from the living."

(Basically, if a cultist dies, their weapon dissapears. But who says you can't disarm them? Or make them hit each other?)

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The man shrugged and picked up a few ebony daggers, walking to Ayana's practise range. His hands seemed to flicker as the daggers all flew out at great speed. The targets all seemed to be hit dead centre.

"I don't think I need practise, thank you. And this is not something I can teach. You have to learn it yourself."