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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 14:19:19 GMT
Her hand clenched around the handle.
"Thank you mister ..." She went out the door, breaking into a run.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 14:21:54 GMT
This time she aimed for the letters, meaning to crack them.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 14:27:22 GMT
Allbrass saw the creature raise one hand to shield it's brow, and Marisa's spells sparked harmlessly off the .... earth? clay? With the other hand it grabbed Allbrass by the throat and started to squeeze.
"AL... Aleph!" he gasped with the last breath he could take before the hand closed. He jammed his wand toward the creature's shielding arm and cast a Pugnus spell right into the elbow. The arm dropped momentarily.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 14:35:30 GMT
She cast again, using the opening he'd created.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 14:39:13 GMT
Good.. shot.. thought Allbrass as everything started to go black around him and the roaring in his ears sounded like the sea.
Marisa's spell struck the first of the Hebrew letters on the brow. Aleph. The whole word was ALEPH-MEM-TAU - EMET - meaning Truth. The spell struck the Aleph and cracked the clay around it.
Only MEM-TAU was left. Meaning Death.
The creature buckled at the knees and fell.
Allbrass felll with it, rolling clear and gasping for breath. The golem shattered into clay fragments, a hollow pot, all life gone.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 14:44:26 GMT
She rushed to him, no longer concerned with the golem. "Shit, are you alright?"
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 14:47:11 GMT
"Fine," he said, standing up, sounding a little hoarse. "That was good shooting, mm? Remembered your golem lore lessons."
He looked at the fragments.
"I don't believe that was put here as an piece of furniture," he said, "And I've never believed in coincidences. Remember the golem of Prague and why it was created?"
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 14:50:43 GMT
"To protect and defend the jewish community." She answered automatically. "Do you want some water?" Almost anything could be made into a cup, it wasn't a difficult task.
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 14:54:56 GMT
Allbrass nodded in answer to her comment, "Very good," he said. "And I'm fine." He approached the wardrobe warily, wand ready.
He flicked the door further open, the wardrobe was empty, bare wood and an iron rail. There was no explanation for the breeze that seemed to grow a little stronger.
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 14:56:22 GMT
Marie burst in, wand drawn and ready to fight.
"Oh." Her wand arm dropped. Then her foot drunched on one of the clay shards. "What did I say about blowing yourselves up?" she said, surveying the mess. She sounded much too concerned to deliver sarcasm well. "There's ghosts here, supposedly. And his dog disappeared."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 14:58:19 GMT
"You're standing in the remains of the ghost," Allbrass said, "Golem."
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 14:59:15 GMT
"We're okay, mostly." She gave Marie a shaky smile. "Which..." she sighed, "would have been capable of killing a dog, so at least that mystery can be considered solved."
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Post by Hugo Allbrass on Jun 5, 2015 15:01:29 GMT
"Golems don't eat," said Allbrass and reached inside the wardrobe, tapping the wood.
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Post by Marisa Blanton on Jun 5, 2015 15:04:45 GMT
"But they can kill." She pointed out. "If it percieved the dog as a threat, like...you know, the ones they train to find people?"
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Post by Marie Boogaart on Jun 5, 2015 15:06:20 GMT
"What was it guarding? The wardrobe?" She joined Hugo at it. "Marisa, my feather pencil?" She held out her hand.
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