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Old 05-29-2006, 03:10 PM   #992
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Originally Posted by Child of the 7th Age
No pre-agreement or plan with Arry. Just me winging it.

OK, how about if the Elvish healer opens up the stitches to check the wound and discovers a trace of poison that was left behind and a tiny sliver of the iron blade? I'll make sure the small piece is very well hidden so Leod doesn't come off as a "negligent healer".

When I do a post, I'll definitely use your description of Sythric from the discussion thread. Maybe Sythric's mind is beginning to blur a bit under the impact of the poison, and that's why he kind of blanks out for a little at the end, despite his valiant effort to rise and to secure his bow?

I'll go ahead with this later today unless I hear something different from you.
Sounds good. And the poison idea - if it is put together with your idea of Sythric passing out - is just great because he has been doing that for the last day: passing out and then coming conscious again: on -off, in his dreams and memories, then in the present. The poison doing its work slowly and him fighting back every now and then.

But I don't think he will try anything with his bow anymore: he was afraid of an assault when he heard the elves' horses approaching and tried to make a stand (too great an effort, somewhat), but heard Dorran first and then realized the situation. So he'd be quite knowledgeable with the situation now... (Sorry if I misinterpreted your meaning and kind of said the obvious again)
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