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| Oracle | Mar 12 2009, 09:59 PM Post #101 |
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So much was going on around her, she was barely able to hold a coherent thought in her head. She did her best to judge the situation. Should her head or heart rule in this matter? Her hand reached out for Harrugyo an she pulled the sword across her lap. Then looking from Gerald to the blade and listening to his reasoning she reached her decision. "I love my brother more than you will ever know, but I will not relinquish my sword to anyone in this world, save Mercinus. As much as my heart desires the return of my brother, I am certain Menza would have mentioned it. Brodin himself entrusted his blade to me, I cannot even for him deliver it into darkness." Standing, she made her way to Mercinus. Her tear stained cheeks turned up to him. "I need help building a stone pyre for Brodin. Then we need to leave this place. It is up to you, though whether or not to trust this one with a weapon. I have sworn to trust no one after Semanaia turned on us. I want my brother back, but at what possible cost?" Her head dropped to his chest. Her only comfort was the steady rhythm of his heart. |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 13 2009, 02:29 AM Post #102 |
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Turning around at the woman's words, Gerald's eyes were lit up with annoyacne for a second before the gloom faded, has he instantly thought up a new plan to try to get the Forsaken Weapons. Deceiving these people was his best option, even though that he would only be getting one of the Weapons this way, it was still a large amount of progress. Besides, if only he could get one of the Forsaken Weapons to test whether his theory was right, to see if the energy of one of the ancient artifacts truly would be sufficient to bring someone back to life, Gerald would gladly hand back the Weapon. Of course, if they persisted to refuse to even lend him a Forsaken Weapon, Gerald would have no choice but to raise the nearby dead - including that woman's brother, what did she call him, Brodin? - and give Jey permission to start painting the Galangdei... presuming that she needed permission at all. From what Gerald had experienced the past few minutes, though, he had a nagging feeling that Jey/Meryc would not think twice in defying him and do as they pleased. But would these people be capable of fighting a former companion of theirs, even in undeath? Gerald had his doubts. "You will be given back your Forsaken Weapon afterwards, of course," Gerald told her, greedily eyeing the artifact in her grasp, "I swear it. And... even if you are not willing, perhaps this Mercinus whom you love more than such a close relative would lend me one? Yours is not the only Forsaken Weapon here, after all. How about it, Mercinus?" Gerald managed to force his gaze away from the Forsaken Weapon in the woman's hands and looked at the warrior she now leant to, with obvious affection. Yet, there was something that bothered Gerald... Mercinus... where had he heard that name before? Was it Lord Sacramento that had mentioned? Or maybe the Dark Ancient? "Surely, the death of a close relative of one you love hurt you as well. Not to mention that I am sure that her sorrow is tearing out my heart - I know it would to me, if I still had one." He chuckled, tapping his empty ribcage behind his plate-curiass with a bony finger. "Don't you want her to be happy again? I swear, if you give me the chance, once I have tried, I will give you back your Forsaken Weapon and leave. All I want is to see if my spell works." |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 13 2009, 09:24 AM Post #103 |
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Mercinus eyed the lich carefully. Although Gerald did not say that he had worked with Lord Sacremento and the Dark Ancient directly, mentioning that he was working with them indirectly had raised his suspicions that he was not what he appears to be. He listened as he spoke. "And really, what threat am I to you? You are a whole bunch of people with great magic powers, impressive fighting skills, you have a companion that is an immortal seer, and you are in possession of no less than three Forsaken Weapons, and I..." Mercinus' suspicions went straight up, knowing that the lich knows how many of the Forsaken Weapons that he had, including the hidden Merrano Derrevato. He slowly raised his sword, and started to get into his battle position. He had ignored the rambling from a new person who was with him, thinking that he was slightly mad. However, his movements stopped when Sindra spoke to Gerald, making her decision. "I love my brother more than you will ever know, but I will not relinquish my sword to anyone in this world, save Mercinus. As much as my heart desires the return of my brother, I am certain Menza would have mentioned it. Brodin himself entrusted his blade to me, I cannot even for him deliver it into darkness." A small feeling of relief came to him when she spoke those words. At least He was thinking along the same lines, even if he had noticed something that the lich had said earlier. He watched her walk towards him, her face lined with the tear stains from earlier. "I need help building a stone pyre for Brodin. Then we need to leave this place. It is up to you, though whether or not to trust this one with a weapon. I have sworn to trust no one after Semanaia turned on us. I want my brother back, but at what possible cost?" She placed her head against his chest, and he placed his left arm across her body. "You will be given back your Forsaken Weapon afterwards, of course," The mercenary glowered at Gerald, and noticed a certain degree of greed that was in his eyes. He wanted to refuse the offer again, but the lich had aimed a question back towards him personally. "I swear it. And... even if you are not willing, perhaps this Mercinus whom you love more than such a close relative would lend me one? Yours is not the only Forsaken Weapon here, after all. How about it, Mercinus?" For the first time in this conversation, Mercinus had looked into the eye sockets of the man in front of them, and started to shake slightly. There was something deep within the glowing eyes that made him nervous. Although he didn't shake in an obvious way, his body shook enough for his love to know that there was something that wasn't right here. "Surely, the death of a close relative of one you love hurt you as well. Not to mention that I am sure that her sorrow is tearing out my heart - I know it would to me, if I still had one." He chuckled, tapping his empty ribcage behind his plate-curiass with a bony finger. "Don't you want her to be happy again? I swear, if you give me the chance, once I have tried, I will give you back your Forsaken Weapon and leave. All I want is to see if my spell works." Mercinus lowered his head to Sindra's ears, and began to whisper. "I am not liking this person at all. There is something that he is trying to hide, though I don't know what it is. I think he knows about Merrano Derrevato, even though it hasn't been out of my backpack at all." Once he had finished telling her of his suspicions, he looked towards the lich again, with his decision in mind. "I know that the sorrow for my love is hurting me, since I knew her brother well, so I would be tempted to accept that offer. However... There is one thing that you had said that is bothering me..." Once he began to feel more comfortable with the situation, he started the question that might exploit Gerald's possible deceit. "... How do you know that we have three of the Forsaken Weapons, even if two of them are visible now? Unless you have been following us from the Drægar's cave, and you are thinking that now is a good time to try and steal them from us, give us a reason of how you know. From what I know about this 'necromancy', it is a magic school about raising the dead, and not about seeing other people through magical items. Tell us, Gerald. How do you know about the third Forsaken Weapon?" He had said the last question in a more threatening, and awaited for the lich to answer. ------------------------- Lord Sacremento watched the experiment that was happening to Bloodfang from another room. What he had planned for the Werepyre was going to be dangerous, and thought about the poor souls that were inside, knowing that if something went horribly wrong, a few of them would be killed in a gruesome way. He heard the door open, and watched as Alexandria walked into the room. "I guess everything is in order, scientist. I don't want this 'project' to go horribly wrong, like your attempt to gather the Forsaken Weapons from dear Mercinus." He received a slap across the face, though he didn't show any signs of it hurting him. "I guess that the answer to the first question is a yes then. I want you to deal with the creation personally. I don't want anything to turn out for the worse, since a small miscalculation could ruin the entire experiment." Alexandria was moving her hand across to slap him again, but Sacremento had expected it. He grabbed her wrist, and started to tighten his grip. She fell to her knees, grabbing hold of his hand with her free hand. "You have your orders to obey my command, making me your superior. I could tell the Dark Ancient that you had struck me with your hand, forcing him to dispose of you. If you don't want that to happen..." He threw her wrist away from him, forcing her to the ground. "... Then I want you to obey my commands. Understood? Now... deal with this experiment personally." Alexandria glowered at Lord Sacremento, and remained silent. Listening to his orders, she got up from the floor, and walked out, heading to the next door. Once she was inside, she looked over to one of the other scientists in the room, and held back her tears from the pain in her wrist. Damn that bloody Lord Sacremento. Once I am done with this experiment, and I am free from his command, I am going to order MZ to kill him. I swear to..." She walked over to the side table, where Bloodfang was laying on, and picked up a syringe from the nearby tray. "Alright... Stand clear! Injecting Chemical 57 into new specimen" All of the scientists stepped back, and watched her. Alexandria lowered the needle to the Werepyre's arm, and inserted it. And she pressed the plunger. Edited by Mercinus3, Mar 13 2009, 04:04 PM.
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| Teslyn | Mar 13 2009, 09:57 AM Post #104 |
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a fleeting presence
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They were talking boring things. Boringboring boring, 'cept for the girl that looked like Meryc sometimes, because sometimes Meryc brooded and felt sad and sad was what the girl lookedfelt like, thought like sadness -- "Should heart or head rule in this matter?" Jey repeated what she heardnotheardnotrealwords. "Should heart or head hearthead rule-which hearthead? Ohoh, Sindra chooses head Mercy would've chosen heart and Jeyjey - I would've runrunasfastasican. Dislike death - so sodeathlike. Dislike death - sosodeadly. Sosadthough. Sosad-sad like Merycwas..." Galangdei trailed in the dirt behind her, glinting in the sunlight prettily though not quite as prettily as maybe and when she painted it would look so beautiful but before she painted she had-wanted-had to play play nice play nicely and play nice. So Galangdei trailed in the dirt behind her, glittering prettily though not as prettily as it could when she moved forward to Sindradadee and Merc-mercisumthing and Galangdei laid in the dirt by her feet (easy to get though easy to get) when she attempted to wrap both her arms 'round the two sadsad people but -- "You aren't too sadsad," Jey told Merc-mercisumthing, pulling back and tilting her head sideways, like it was a puzzle a conundrum something she wasn't aware of before but knew now. "Nonono. You - GeraldRiver-whowan shhh, Meryc his prettypretty eyes make you ner-nervous. Why's that, Mercc-mercisumthing? Uncover GeraldRiver-whowan shh, Meryc's possible deceit? Nono no deceit 'cause his eyes are so pretty. But that's okay. That's okay." She said that's okay with a note of finality, a note of decision, and then she attempted to wrap her arms around them both because that's what her brother her brother had done when their parents died (mother and father are dead, jeyne. i'm so sorry. we don't know who - ... his paint had been so pretty). "My brother - brother hugged me when my mother and father - why, jey? -- whywhywhy, when they diedieddied. Hugged me and made me feel better and then we painted together. Painted. -made me feel better." Edited by Teslyn, Mar 13 2009, 11:03 AM.
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| Shienvien | Mar 14 2009, 09:54 AM Post #105 |
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"I love my brother more than you will ever know, but I will not relinquish my sword to anyone in this world, save Mercinus. As much as my heart desires the return of my brother, I am certain Menza would have mentioned it. Brodin himself entrusted his blade to me, I cannot even for him deliver it into darkness." Not give? "Why?" He asked the woman. Looked at the dead man. Yes. Why. "Why A Something?" He didn't understand. She loves. She said she does. The one who now is dead. A Something. Being dead was becoming A Something. But she chose leaving? Leaving him as A Something? The worst possible? As no task? No purpose? No names? No body? No self? No I? Why would she leave him? Like that? When given chance? To do other way? Of course. Weapon. Destruction. Eradication. Changing. Killing. Bringing death. Not the opposite. But given chance? Wanting but NOT doing? WANTING and NOT doing? WANT. NOT DO? He repeated in his mind, several times. Arech barely heard the rest of her sentence when she mentioned that she desires something over all and won't do it. Arech's mind was different from human's. Elf's. Yes. And this was beyond what his imagination reached. For him all this. Want. Desire. Need. Doing. Purpose. Destination. Task. Thing what has to be done. Choice. What comes into his mind. It all was exactly the same for him. For Arech. For the Changer. That was why her words were so alien. To him. Alien. Different. Deviant. Unreachable. Un-graspable. He was incapable of understanding the logic, as the being he was. "Desire? Not do?" He finally asked out loud. "Possible?" More quietly he add: "Leave him? A Something? Less than Nothing? A Something? Worst possible?" Will he see awakening? No? Their choice... Choose one. Do another? No. NO. That must not be. Choice. That was what one did. Whatever the cost. Whatever. "I need help building a stone pyre for Brodin. Then we need to leave this place. It is up to you, though whether or not to trust this one with a weapon. I have sworn to trust no one after Semanaia turned on us. I want my brother back, but at what possible cost?" "Cost?" repeated Arech the Fake-Serahhr. "At all cost. Want. Do. Want- Must do. At all cost." Arech stared at Nothing again. "Yes. That I do. I. Arech. The Changer. The Shifter." Yes. That was true. He did. Did at all cost. Whatever the cost. Chances against. Lich talked again. Only doubt. Hesitation. More questions. Want. Not do. Because no like no like at all. Not risking. Losing themselves. Losing themselves to A Something. Body. But still dead. Soon still A Something. A Something with body. Not bodyless. As usual. Body, but still a something. Unnatural. But possible. As bad. As bad as being just A Something. When no desire. No want. No doing. No doing what needed. Soon body ceases. Ceases to Exist. Yes. "I know that the sorrow for my love is hurting me, since I knew her brother well, so I would be tempted to accept that offer. However... There is one thing that you had said that is bothering me... How do you know that we have three of the Forsaken Weapons, even if two of them are visible now? Unless you have been following us from the Drægar's cave, and you are thinking that now is a good time to try and steal them from us, give us a reason of how you know. From what I know about this 'necromancy', it is a magic school about raising the dead, and not about seeing other people through magical items. Tell us, Gerald. How do you know about the third Forsaken Weapon?" Long-speakers. Many words. I want. I don't do. Because knowing. That there are three. Not visible. One not visible. Shouldn't. How? That he had wanted to say. "Sixteen. Not three. Four here. Three yours. I know. Time teaches." Arech explained. In a rather plain way. He thought. He himself thought that. At least. The whole scaling decided to turn ruby-red now. Jey. Yes could see not only through but also. In. Yes. In. A few had the ability. As rare as seeing the future. As rare. Exactly as rare. |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 14 2009, 10:25 AM Post #106 |
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"Right..." Gerald mumbled as he listened to what Jey/Meryc and Arech had to add to the conversation, and as most of the time, Gerald found that he could barely have them make sense. Jey kept talking as if her head was just a random mess of words that came out in random numbers and in almost random places, and Arech kept speaking sentences of one or two words. But perhaps the group, and this so very careful Mercinus would understand? That warrior was annoyingly thorough with Gerald - and it furthermore, it also annoyed Gerald that he could not seem to remember when he had heard that name before. But he still figured that he owed Mercinus an answer, but this time, Gerald could not just be completely honest, like he had been with his relationship to Lord Sacremento and the Dark Ancient. Mercinus had, in fact, guessed right, although Gerald had little idea what a Drægar was, but he knew that he had followed them since the cave. If Gerald admitted to having been stalking them, they would never let him try out his spell... he had to make something up, quickly. "As I introduced myself, I am one of the leading experts in necromancy and mana manipulation," he reminded him, "I can mold, change and control mana, as well as sense its presence. The energy that the Forsaken Weapons are infused with is merely refined mana in enormous amounts, so naturally I can sense them like flares in the dark, and hiding them in mere containers is little hindrance to that sense." That was not entirely a lie - Gerald did sense the energy within the Weapons, but it felt faint to him, and the hidden one Gerald could not feel at all. Still, perhaps that explanation would suffice for the paranoid mercenary. |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 14 2009, 12:04 PM Post #107 |
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Mercinus watched as one of the members of Gerald's group had looked towards them. She walked towards the two lovers, with a Forsaken Weapon trailing behind her. It looked like she was about to embrace them like a child would do with their mother. However, what she had said next completely took him by surprise. "You aren't too sadsad... Nonono. You - GeraldRiver-whowan shhh, Meryc his prettypretty eyes make you ner-nervous. Why's that, Mercc-mercisumthing? Uncover GeraldRiver-whowan shh, Meryc's possible deceit? Nono no deceit 'cause his eyes are so pretty. But that's okay. That's okay." Although she had said those words, the thing that had caught him off guard was the knowledge of how she knew about his nervousness. Before he began to ponder on them, the woman attempted to embrace both of them. In one thought, he thought about moving slightly back from the possible exchange. However, with Galangdei near her feet, within easy reach for her to attack if provoked, he decided to allow it to happen, with Jey hugging him and Sindra. He heard the mumbles from the lizard man, And thought about ignoring them. However, when he was talking after he had spoken to them, he thought about what it had said. "Sixteen. Not three. Four here. Three yours. I know. Time teaches." The mercenary thought long and hard on those words. Sixteen? I wonder what they mean? Three of the sixteen is ours? Then, it all clicked into his mind. The sixteen. I think that he is talking about the Forsaken Weapons! It is the only thing that is making sense out of all of this. I know that Haruugyo, Kaljio-Rejjio and Merrano Derrevato are under out protection, and Galangdei is the teenager's ownership. So... He thought about trying to convince the woman hugging him and Sindra to join them, since he did not trust Gerald one bit at all. And speaking of Gerald, the lich had spoken to him, replying to his question. "As I introduced myself, I am one of the leading experts in necromancy and mana manipulation. I can mold, change and control mana, as well as sense its presence. The energy that the Forsaken Weapons are infused with is merely refined mana in enormous amounts, so naturally I can sense them like flares in the dark, and hiding them in mere containers is little hindrance to that sense." Mercinus felt a bit defeated from this little conversation that was happening. He wanted to see if there was any deceit that was hidden inside what was left of the lich, but it seemed that there was none. He was about to give in, when an idea came into mind. "I would like you to prove that you have a manipulation of this mana. I can guess that Sindra's weapon has some sort of an ice essence within the metal, and I guess Kaljo-Rejjio has a fire essence. What does the third weapon have the essence of? Tell me, while the weapon is inside the pack. If you are correct, then I will consider your offer. If not, then I can see that you have been trying to deceive us." He gripped the golden handle of Silver Moon, which the blade was glowing a bit brighter than normal, now that Galangdei was close to the icy-blue edge. His eyes looked at the lich, as he waited for his reply. |
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| Shienvien | Mar 14 2009, 01:24 PM Post #108 |
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I want, I can, I do
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"As I introduced myself, I am one of the leading experts in necromancy and mana manipulation, I can mold, change and control mana, as well as sense its presence. The energy that the Forsaken Weapons are infused with is merely refined mana in enormous amounts, so naturally I can sense them like flares in the dark, and hiding them in mere containers is little hindrance to that sense." Sounded... Powerful. Mana. Magic. A lot of it. He had a lot of power to change... But not enough. And... Did he share Arech's ability? Solme were the ones who saw future. Foreseers. Seers. Menza had been that. He was gone now. Some read thoughts. Read as a book... Or not quite so. Saw in Arechiarnaw called that. Not seeing through, seeing in. Seeing through was what the others might call ignoring. Not noticing. Not paying attention to. Seeing in was feeling thoughts. Thoughts of others. Jeyne could do that. Did that. Saw in. Some could fear presences and sides of persons... The very inner sides. But not thoughts. And they knew where you were. Where everyone else was. Known or unknown. The clawed werewolves of the mountains could do that... But those were not alike werepyres. They were different. But had the ability. And had the ability werepyres didn't. For opponents luck. For the Group's luck. The group's here. Yes. There were many senses. Senses a few had. Arechiarnaw. Arechiar. Arech. The changer. The shifter. He too had one. Yes. He too had ones. None of those mentioned. None. His own. Completely his own. Arech's. He could sense Talents. Abilities. Elements. Essences. A Somethings. All of those. Nothing less. Maybe something more. Time will tell. Only passing of the days. Besides that, he also had the Changes. Besides the Changes he had his own ability to feel... Those things. All those things. Elements. Essences. A Somethings. That was how he knew about the Lich'es crown. The Sixteen. The death of Brodin. He became A Something... A fate no-one should have, unless a part of someone's else's purpose. Destination. Task. And even then the chances could be reset. Without damage done. Only good. "I would like you to prove that you have a manipulation of this mana. I can guess that Sindra's weapon has some sort of an ice essence within the metal, and I guess Kaljo-Rejjio has a fire essence. What does the third weapon have the essence of? Tell me, while the weapon is inside the pack. If you are correct, then I will consider your offer. If not, then I can see that you have been trying to deceive us." Arech's ability was for that kind of questions. Yes. It was. He didn't care to who questions were. No. He never cared. Questions were questions. Questions needed answers. They needed to be answered. Because they were questions. "Fire. Winged lizard's. More fire. Ice. Mountain of ice. Continent of it. Yes. Fire. Ice. There are. Two of four." He nodded. "And Water. Saltwater. Lots of it. Endless. Around everywhere. Even us. Thing hidden. Set away." He turned his head to the pack without looking at it. He stared the horizon as always, when there was nothing to see. Worth of it. "Fourth. Jeyne. Hers. Trees. Many. Numerous. A forest." He paused for a second, before adding: "Four here. Ice. Fire. Saltwater. Forest. Yes. I know. I feel. Sense. Like death. The same way. Ability... Why? Why A Something? Could awaken? Want... Not do? How could? Impossible. For me. My kind." Arech now did indeed look at Mercinus, his now overly red body glinting in the few rays of sun. Edited by Shienvien, Mar 15 2009, 09:57 AM.
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 15 2009, 06:10 AM Post #109 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Luman watched the whole coversation with curious red eyes. He didn't like the whole idea the lich was trying to get the others to agree on, but he didn't like the whole idea of the dead guy in the first place, so he kept his mouth shut as the others argued with the rather stubborn lich. "This is a mess..." he said softly, a finger running across the smooth, glowing Kura. The stone darkened slightly, which he nodded at. So, both he and his friend didn't like the lich and his ideas, at least that was a good thing. Luman believed that...whatever this lich wanted out of this conversation, it was going to be like pulling teeth from this group, for they too, seemed quite stubborn. Or...were they smarter than they seemed? The dark elf knew not to judge people, and with two females in the group, there wasn't going to be a stupid idea left unchecked. Females were smarter, or seemed smarter, than normal men, Luman knew that from his homeland and from his kin. You never underestimate a female, even if they were shorter or not as strong as you were. Luman put his hand over the glowing stone, his eyes watching the group without blinking. He hoped this group...whatever they choose, would make an agreement that didn't backstab them later. |
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| Dark Jack | Mar 15 2009, 11:55 AM Post #110 |
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That question caught Gerald entirely off guard. Mercinus-who's-annoying-name-Gerald-had-heard-before-but-he-could-not-seem-to-remember-where now stated that he already knew that the Forsaken Weapons were infused with mana molded to match a certain elemental power of kinds, and that he already knew the element of the two visible of them, but now he wanted Gerald to prove his capabilities by identifying the nature of the mana infused in the hidden Weapon? Gerald could not even tell the kinds of magic energy within the visible Forsaken Weapons apart, so he most certainly had no chance of sensing what kind of energy that was in the hidden one! He had some knowledge of the Forsaken Weapons - not much, since he doubted that he was ever going to see one himself, yet now he had four within his reach! - and he thought he could remember the nature of each of the Forsaken Weapons, but he could not remember which of them was named what. The blasted mercenary had ruined Gerald's plans after all, damn his soul for all eternity. Then he guessed that he had to try the hard way, and have these pesky creatures hand over the Forsaken Weapons as reanimated corpses instead... However, even as Gerald had already started accumulating mana for a necromantic spell to raise the dead after the battle that had just been going on here, Arech spoke - and for once, Gerald managed to understand what that annoying shapeshifter said! By combining its words with its body-language, Gerald figured that Arech told them that the two visible ones were of fire and ice-molded mana, thereby confirming Mercinus words, and that Jey/Meryc's Galangdei was of nature-mana. And not only that, Arech even revealed that the hidden Forsaken Weapon was water-augmented! Gerald could have run right over to the creature and kissed it, if Gerald had still had lips to kiss with and that he was not downright disgusted by its very existence. "Quiet, Arech," Gerald said in a loud and, he hoped, commanding tone before anyone else could act on the shapeshifter's words, or even worse, think about what it had said. He had to make it sound like Arech was just babbling nonsense, or else those people would have realized that Arech had delivered the answer to him, and thus Gerald proved nothing. "And Mercinus, the hidden Forsaken Weapon is of water-element, which tells me that it is the battlewand known as Merrano-Derrevato. How could I miss it when its presence screams out to me? Now, are you done delaying the revival of your lover's brother, or will you let me perform my spell with the aid of a Forsaken Weapon?" |
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