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Abnormal-Child	Jul 3 2008, 07:56 PM
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	Giggles roared in anger as people rushed around him, under him, into him. Each knock sent him stumbling and rocking, balance wasn’t his strong point. Gritting his teeth he drew his blade forward, causing some terrified glances and forced the tip of his blade into the ground before him and grip onto it tightly for balance. “Make room!”, he roared as he swiped his huge right hand to one side, knocking a number of people sprawling into the ground, their bodies getting trampled by the passing mob. "You there, Soldier of Istria", "I need you and your men! Will you aid me? Get your wife to safety, and get some of your men and follow me." “Goes with out saying sir!”, Logan shouted back over the noise of the crowd. He turned for a moment, still gripping his steel and gazed into his wife’s stare, her eyes said nothing. She wasn’t behind this. With a smile she quickly grasped the bottom of her dress and jogged off into the crowd, after a few steps she was gone, shadow form most likely. Turning away from the crowd he met eyes with one of the other guardsmen, his glance was startled, fearful almost. With a smooth action he sheathed his blade and called out toward his other guardsmen. His words were met by a number of hard stares. They were quick to gather around him after another small bang erupted from the coffin, most likely traps gases of some kind. “What are you plans?”, Logan asked as the men came together, some staying where they were, doing their best to calm folk down and keep the crowds away from the royal. Muttering a prayer for a moment, Logan cast a calming spell over the surrounding group in order to do his best to keep things under control. “myself and a few of my men are magic capable, but we’re no battle mages sir”.


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