…because Seven Eight Nine!

…because Seven Eight Nine!

Eight scuttles toward you from the west.
Boriat says (OOC),’what kind of crappy name is Eight?
Eight drops a pamphlet.
Boriat says in common, ‘Nice to meet you, … Eight
(OOC) Norad shrugs
You snicker.
You ruffle Eight’s hair playfully.
Eight says in common, ‘Hi….
Boriat thinks.
Ootay asks in magic, ‘Eight is a leg count?
Boriat feels around for his mood.
Noxa wanders around the room.
You sniff Eight. He smells like a spyder.
Boriat begins to incant a spell.
Boriat charred Eight’s upper left hand to a crisp with his green fire bolt!
Eight’s upper left hand is destroyed!
Eight died!
You shrug.
Boriat says (OOC),’rename
(OOC) Norad cackles
Ootay exclaims in magic, ‘Dang!
Boriat says (OOC),’and I hope you heard my message, Eight, rename
Anastasia reclaims the corpse of Eight the spyder with a ghostly figure above it.

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