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Flispen Ortunis, the daring swashbuckler, engages Kalt Helbar, the dastardly Red Wizard of Thay.
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| Finally, it's just you and me, Kalt. Prepare to pay for your sins. | |
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| Too much talk, too little fight, Ortunis. *Lightning Bolt* [quickened] *ZAAAAAPP!* *Polar Ray* *CRAACKLE!" | |
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Ten rounds of combat later, Flispen continues to sop up the damage, while the Thayan Wizard draws upon a seemingly endless supply of spells to thwart the swordsman's onslaught...
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| Ha! You must be running low on spells, Wizard! Have at you! | |
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| Just this one left, but it should seal the deal: "Die!" [Power Word Kill] | |
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With only 43 hit points left, Ortunis falls, but not without leaving the mage with something to think about...
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| Sure I may be dead, but you have no spells left! | |
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