[Royal Guard] Close, but no cigar. A report and a finding.

[Kel Russell]

*Scrawled in horrid common is Lachlan Brewer's report.  The Spell-corporal's 
words are as follows, only in better writing.*

I was summoned to the BlkDragon by Dulcina this morning at no less than 
half-past four of the o'clock.  A disturbance in the inn by the one called 
Scourge.  He said his name and I have committed it to memory.  He was 
covered, at first, in heavy black robes, which are included in the report, 
as they'd been mostly burned off of his body.

Apparently, he'd attacked someone in the inn, and when I got there, he 
decided to flee out the window.  I managed to hit him with some magic 
missiles before he plummetted out of said window.  I got outside and he 
threw some bolts at me.  One missed and one sliced across my arm.  The bolts 
are included with the report.

((*Two small black bolts, armor peircing tips speed towards the lawdog's 
arms, they are smaller then crossbow bolts and featherless*))

The robes had been burned from him by my use of Fire Lance.  A description 
of him without his robes is as follows.

((* the lances tear through his robes catching them aflame, but scourge isnt 
in them anymore...He is now about 3 feet to the left, he is dressed now in 
black leathers, red straps covering his leather pants...His large, leathery, 
blood red wings can be seen clearly now...covering his lower legs and 
forearms are blood red arm/leg guards...They are bulkier then normal guards, 
as they hold gnomish contraptions inside them...*))

I intercepted the apparent wire with a dagger, which he lobbed back at me, 
and it hit the same arm as his bolt had.  I got my dagger back, though.

He proceeded to throw three small glass balls that were a distinct yellow 
colour, of which I chide myself for not knowing what they were.  I had 
loosed an Acid Orb at him and they clashed.  The acid sprayed and the 
marbles exploded into a severe light.

After which he flew away.

I will try even harder next time to apprehend his miscreant!

Signed,
Lachlan Brewer
Spell-Corporal
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The Fight:

* Scourge` lands outsid,e he rolls on the ground comming to his feet once 
more facing the window...Ah lawdogs, so predictable, always trying to 
capture there crook at all costs...He waits, as soon as he sees Lachlan near 
the window he snaps his hands forward...Two small black bolts, armor 
peircing tips speed towards the lawdog's arms, they are smaller then 
crossbow bolts and featherless
<Lachlan`Brewer> She's not wearing armour; it impedes casting of spells.  
She does have Mage Armour, though, as per the norm.  What she wouldn't give 
for her Meat Shield again right now as one of the bolts whizzes past her 
ear, the other one scraping over her upper arm.  The one not holding the 
staff.  Dropping out of the window, she looses another five-bolt volley of 
magic.
* Scourge` cartwheels to the side, he gets about halfway through his 
cartwheel before he get splowed in the chest by one of the magic 
missles...He falls back on his ass, looking alittle shocked before flipping 
to his feet Very cagey lawdog...So, how much is on my head now?
<Lachlan`Brewer> "Not enough to make you think you're hotter'n Woolly's 
stomach juices."  He's lucky she's not used the yellow diamond on the staff. 
  Very lucky.  She might resort to it, but not quite yet.  Flipping it, she 
brings it down and touches one of the ruby drops in the rays of the sun, 
loosing a spray of fire lances at Scourge.  Ice lance + elemental 
substitution.
<Scourge`> 
ACTION eyes widen, a blink of a eye is all it takes, the lances 
tear through his robes catching them aflame, but scourge isnt in them 
anymore...He is now about 3 feet to the left, he is dressed now in black 
leathers, red straps covering his leather pants...His large, leathery, blood 
red wings can be seen clearly now...covering his lower legs and forearms are 
blood red arm/leg guards...They are bulkier then normal guards, as they hold 
gnomish
<Scourge`> contraptions inside them...That wasnt nice! he snaps his right 
hand forward, a long, very thin razor wire snaps from the armguard towards 
Lachlan, its weighted on the end to aid in its purpose...The purpose is of 
course to wrap around limbs and the such
<Lachlan`Brewer> The dagger is whipped out as he snaps his hand forward, 
hurling it at whatever it was she couldn't see zooming toward her.  If it 
works, the razor wire would wrap around the dagger instead, and Lachlan 
would be free to retreat a few feet.
* Scourge` grins, the wire does indeed wrap around the dagger, he snaps his 
hand back, then forward again...The wire snaps back over his shoulder, then 
suddenly snaps forward launching the dagger back at the mage...This was a 
mere distraction, his free hnad slides into his robes before flicking 
towards her...Three small glass balls fly at her, each is no bigger then a 
marble, each is the color of a bright yellow lemon
<Lachlan`Brewer> When he'd whipped back the dagger, another gem is touched, 
releasing a large orb of something green ... a sickly green .. noxious and 
venomous.  Acid Orb.  Being her own dagger, and not magical, she doesn't 
care when it slices across her arm, just below where the bolt did earlier.  
It wouldn't do anything.  Hence, the Acid Orb and the small glass marbles 
hit each other.  What happens?
* Scourge` laughs and dances lef then right Doot doot dooooooooo...Welcome 
to hell, i'll be your guide, you can call me Socurge or Death, your 
choice...He snaps his gaze down suddenly, as soon as the marbles hit the 
acidcloud they shatter, and a extremly bright light fills a 10 foot cubic 
area...
<Lachlan`Brewer> Pain.  Lots of pain.  When the bright light fills the area, 
Lachlan's hand accidentally slams into three of the gems at once.  A spray 
of razor-sharp needles rockets toward Scourge, followed closely by a 
fireball, and finally three ice lances.  She staggers back, throwing her 
hand up over her eyes.
* Scourge` wings snap open, the pump once and he lifts from the ground...The 
razorsharp needles porcupine his legs, he laughs hiding his pain, another 
pump and he is higher up itno the air, nearing the clouds
<Lachlan`Brewer> She wouldn't be recovering from the light anytime in the 
next three seconds, and she wipes furiously at her eyes, praying softly to 
Lathander.  A dome of light encases her, forming a sort of shell to keep her 
from harm.  Scourge can almost see the holy sigil of Lathander (a bejeweled 
sunrise) plastered on the dome.
<Scourge`> Lawdog, oh lawdog, you came and took my beans from me! he laughs 
as he sings soaring ever higher, he has once more escaped the cuffs of the 
law...
<Lachlan`Brewer> "Next time I'll skin his scaly ass and use it for 
gods-damned boots."  She squints upward through the dome before loping 
toward the guardhouse.
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OOC:
Scourge-mun asked me what Scourge's punishment would be for the charges of 
Assault upon a Crown Official should his character get caught?  I spoke with 
Scourge-mun and he seems willing to be captured, but not killed.  He was 
all-too-happy to fight my guard, too.  And he took hits.  My fight with him 
went well, I think, and he wasn't rude in the least.

Ta.
Kel

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