DC / Scales

[nubz]

((sorry that was so long in the making, I kept forgetting that my cookies delete every five minutes, so by the time I would finish my post I was already logged out. this time, I did it in word-pad, logged back in, then did the ol copypaste))

have you ever seen a cat burrow under the cushions of the sofa and go to sleep? mine just did, and I wish someone else was home so I could get a laugh when they sat down.

[Death Cobra]

That would be funny as hell to see someone st on a cat like that....



" I am of no demon I can assure you. " Stating such Scales calmly rises and retreats from the area. Perhaps he should look for the old man himself.... Doc should know something...or Brutus. He will go to one of them for answers.

[nubz]

Your search for Brutus reveals nothing, and not many find themselves inclined to talk to you, let alone tell you that they don't know where he is.

the Doc is a little easier to track down... he's out in the training yards, showing some incredible acrobatics with a quarterstaff. You'll have to wait a minute for him to finish, giving you time to choose your words.

But, before you get the chance, you feel something smack into the back of your head... hard. As the half-eaten, now bruised apples hits the ground in front of your coils, you turn to see the lad with the strange eye tattoo bearing down on you with a dagger in each hand.

. . . he's not playing around. And by the look of those daggers, it's gonna be a coroner - not a priest - if you lose.

[Strength: 15, Intelligence: 10, Wisdom: 9, Agility: 13, Perception: 10, Health: 16, Leadership: 12, Appearence: 8.]

[Death Cobra]

Damn that hurt....ok instinct, manuveur out of his assult coil back into defencive position....Trunk coiled ready to spring with arms ready to bite. Thought crosses mind that perhaps if he is a mind reader that he lacks his normal advantage of knowing his opponents thoughts...since he couldnt read Scales before...why would he be able to read him now??


So he would have to use his speed, after dodging out of the third eyes path, Scales launches towards him (hopefully from a flank) to ensnare the man in his coils. With his arms he goes to bite into the mans shoulders, right near the collar bone, while his trunk coils around the mans body.