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'''Bar''' | |||
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“I like the part where you stomped on his face,” Telemachus says, as he plays the footage of the courtroom brawl for perhaps the dozenth time. | “I like the part where you stomped on his face,” Telemachus says, as he plays the footage of the courtroom brawl for perhaps the dozenth time. | ||
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You get to your feet, and grab your jacket. Then you head off with Ragnar, leaving the others to watch over the Princess – wondering what you’re getting yourself into. | You get to your feet, and grab your jacket. Then you head off with Ragnar, leaving the others to watch over the Princess – wondering what you’re getting yourself into. | ||
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'''In Vino Socius''' | |||
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“Ah, the book-thrower!” Bjorsson says, as the two of you appear over his table. A broad grin appears across his ursine face. “Here to start another fight?” | “Ah, the book-thrower!” Bjorsson says, as the two of you appear over his table. A broad grin appears across his ursine face. “Here to start another fight?” | ||
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You sit down opposite him, wondering again what you’re getting yourself into. But Ragnar promised you that you won’t actually have to out-drink the Niflung. In their culture it’s apparently the thought that counts in such things. You just need to hold your own, and take advantage of your mutual drunkenness to present your case. | You sit down opposite him, wondering again what you’re getting yourself into. But Ragnar promised you that you won’t actually have to out-drink the Niflung. In their culture it’s apparently the thought that counts in such things. You just need to hold your own, and take advantage of your mutual drunkenness to present your case. | ||
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'''"Glass" as a Verb''' | |||
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Bjorsson’s bellowing laugh echoes around the bar. | Bjorsson’s bellowing laugh echoes around the bar. | ||
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You grope around for a cutting insult, something to shut him up and put him in his place. But nothing emerges from the foggy depths of your mind. Instead you’ll have to use what’s to hand… | You grope around for a cutting insult, something to shut him up and put him in his place. But nothing emerges from the foggy depths of your mind. Instead you’ll have to use what’s to hand… | ||
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'''Barroom Brawl''' | |||
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The Centurian falls to the floor screaming, his hands clutching his ruined face. | The Centurian falls to the floor screaming, his hands clutching his ruined face. | ||
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You have time to see Ragnar grab one of the Centurians, lift him above his head, and bring him down spine-first across his knee. There’s an amusing snap as his vertebrae pop. Then a fist crashes into the side of your head, and you decide to focus on your own portion of the fight. | You have time to see Ragnar grab one of the Centurians, lift him above his head, and bring him down spine-first across his knee. There’s an amusing snap as his vertebrae pop. Then a fist crashes into the side of your head, and you decide to focus on your own portion of the fight. | ||
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'''Glass Cannon''' | |||
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“Come on then!” you yell, feeling like the hero of an ancient epic as you stand above the groaning forms of your defeated foes. | “Come on then!” you yell, feeling like the hero of an ancient epic as you stand above the groaning forms of your defeated foes. | ||
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He gives you one terrified look, however, and runs away. You take a step after him, but the world’s very blurry right now, and it occurs to you that you’ll never run him down. Instead you grab a glass from a nearby table, and take aim. | He gives you one terrified look, however, and runs away. You take a step after him, but the world’s very blurry right now, and it occurs to you that you’ll never run him down. Instead you grab a glass from a nearby table, and take aim. | ||
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'''Robotic Rautha''' | |||
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The tumbler shatters against the back of the Centurian’s head just as he passes through the bar’s door, and even you can’t quite believe you made the throw. He topples into the street, and the door swings shut behind him. | The tumbler shatters against the back of the Centurian’s head just as he passes through the bar’s door, and even you can’t quite believe you made the throw. He topples into the street, and the door swings shut behind him. | ||
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“Bashed him good,” you say, gazing down at the wrecked metal body. You sway slightly, as though you’re looking over the edge of a cliff instead of at the floor. | “Bashed him good,” you say, gazing down at the wrecked metal body. You sway slightly, as though you’re looking over the edge of a cliff instead of at the floor. | ||
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