There are certain things with this world I'll never understand. Why shorties are allowed to live, how and why certain aspects of our life become gods while others become annoyances, and how in the living madness Valerind Mordere was able to call his pistol to his hand. The last one of course being the one that is most relevant to this entry (though the middle one can always become relevant). Allow me to paint the scene.
We were chained up, I was still sort of paralysed and thus leary of using my magic, the snot creature was still making its digusting noises, and Mordere had his eyes clothes and was chanting some weird prayer to the fire god. And then all of a sudden his pistol flew into his hand he shot the chain holding his foot, the snot creature turned to spit its venom on him again (venom not poison, because class it came from a creature), and he put three bullets into its face/mouth/facemouth? while he was standing up. It was quite amazing if only completely confusing. Mordere has no magic, I know this, he's kind of an anti magic kind of guy. And yet he called a pistol to his hand completely through the power of prayer? It was more than a little bit confusing.
"How did you, what did you? Are you?" Mordere undid the chain to my foot and I came colliding into the ground a lot less graceful than he was.
"The Fire God provides, now Mr. Lorentino we must be going." And away we went, I swear to whatever gods I believe in my life is just moments between dicks needing my help.
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