Elements RPG for Realz this time by Gl1tch

[ddevans96]

Salestor looked up at the word sandbags. He thought back to his vision. Will the explosion in my vision be in this battle? he thought, dazed again. He steadied himself, and took out his shortsword. "I'll help with the fortifications," he told the princess.

[Bender74d]

Swift, with his cloak still pulled far over his head, walks up to Aira and says:

"Lets just say...i have an afinity for fire"

With that Swift slid a hand from under his cloaks folds and with a quick flick of the wrist showed Aira what he was holding.  Aira's eyes widened a bit when he realized what it was....

Swift held in his hand, a tiny blue flame.

Just as soon as Swift saw the realization in Aira's eyes, he closed his fist, extinguishing the flame.

[Glitch]

You guys do realize that none of you are anything special, right?  You're probably the weakest fighters in this room. 

[Bender74d]

You guys do realize that none of you are anything special, right?  You're probably the weakest fighters in this room. 

Nope, good to know...

[Korugar]

Thus the reason I didn't say, "I can take him down." On the other hand, whatever arrogance by us/our characters is probably due to the fact of the special treatment you mentioned...

EDIT: When is "high noon"? I want to be on, for it, but it might take some planning....

[Helios]

I shall be going to bed forthwith; if I am offline when the fighting transpires, all whom may be concerned can control my character to a certain extent.

[Bender74d]

While everyone scatters to prepare, Swift exits the basement and checks to see if the shopkeeper has woken up yet....

[Glitch]

You see the shop keep and his daughter carrying his wares out to a wagon.

"Uhhh, hey!" says the shopkeep, "we're just moving to a different shop."  He looks nervous, and you think he's lying.
"Well, better get a move on!" he says with a chuckle.

[Bender74d]

"Tried to catch you this mornin, but you were asleep.  Do you by chance have any spare blank books/quill and ink/filled books of various knowledge/ or more importantly staffs...mine is kind of getting old."

[Glitch]

"Uhh... here" he says, throwing you a journal.  "It's free if you tell no one else we're running."

[Bender74d]

"and why would you be running....why would you want it to be kept a secret?

It seems to me that secret is worth more than a journal."

[Glitch]

"Look, that time princess has more than enough troops to take down one man.  But she's hiring other troops to do her dirty work?  And she's got her wagon prepared to leave at a moment's notice?  Something's not right.  Here... take this world atlas to, you mooch.  We've got stuff to move."