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| Wyrmling | Mar 26 2009, 05:33 PM Post #161 |
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RP-Crazy @_@
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Seeing with relief that Mercinus and Sindra were okay, Alyre nodded and hopped closer. Shuffling around Sindra and Mercinus, she heard the dragon introduce herself as Rhindani, and Mercinus respond. Apparently the shining wyrm meant no harm, and the grey bird hopped closer for a better look at it. The drake was surprisingly small, barely five feet from tip to tip, with a wingspan of perhaps twice that. A fascinating idea occurred to Alyre, that perhaps if she got to know this dragon she might be able to borrow its form. She had never tried shape-shifting with a magical animal before, and wondered if it would work. "You are quite welcome, Mercinus Greyback. It was my pleasure to be of assistance," the dragon chirped, seeming exceedingly friendly. Alyre realized that it must be only a child, and that would be the reason for its small size. Its coppery, horned head turned and looked at her, and its mouth opened slightly, revealing several sharp teeth. Alyre was rather taken aback, and considered trying to fly to safety. But the dragon made no hostile moves, and she realized that it was only smiling. "And what might your name be, shape-shifter? I haven't met one of your kind before." She ruffled her feathers, fluffing them and laying them flat once more. "My name is Alyre Seerwater," she told the dragon. "It's nice to meet you, and I am grateful for your protection of my companions. Now I would love to stay and chat, but now that I know all is well here, I must go in search of my equipment." With that she became a tiny finch and zipped swiftly out of the circle of illusion, flitting around the ice shield and winging into the trees to determine if their enemies had left yet. She didn't trust them to turn a blind eye while she retrieved her armor. --- Rhindani kept an eye on the swift-moving bird for a moment after she left, then turned her eyes back to the two humans. The one called Mercinus had reached out and retrieved a large sword, and the dragon noted with surprise that it also contained vast amounts of power. In fact it rivaled the energy of the battlewand that had been so viciously fought over, and she wondered why the lich had not stayed to take it as well. Surely he knew that his enemies were severely weakened. Shaking her head, Rhindani decided to save the puzzle for later. Time was something she had in excess, and she would still be young and vital after the party of humans passed into dust. Sliding around Mercinus to the human female, the dragonnet stood in front of her and stuck her snout closer, blinking with inquisitive green eyes. "Hello," she said. "What is your name? I don't believe I've heard from you yet. I'm a copper dragon, and my name is Rhindani. I saw you fighting the undead, and I saw Mercinus get hurt. I saw you go over to heal him, and then you collapsed and your shield turned into a half-dome of ice. Which is very nice by the way, but kind of conspicuous, so I hid you both from view in case the undead came this way. Which they did not as a matter of fact. Did you know all of the undead just fell down right before the lich left? He's leaving anyway, I don't know if he's gone yet. Alyre, your changing elf friend, will probably know when she gets back." Finished her triad, the dragon paused for a moment to see if the female human was ever going to say anything. |
| "From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon | |
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| Oracle | Mar 28 2009, 12:30 AM Post #162 |
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When Mercinus granted her to keep resting, her body fell limply against him, as if by some strange chance she could be restored just from being close to him. Maybe physically she couldn't but emotionally it was feeding her soul. She did not look forward to going back to the scene of the battle to see Brodin's dead frozen form. The toll of this day was too much, every second she could shove the reality of it away was precious. But she did know she could not leave this place until Brodin was buried properly, only then would she be able to lay his memory to rest. The shifting elf had flown in to ask how they were, and Sindra assured Alyre they would be fine as soon as they had rested a bit more. Then she saw a large head looking in from the opening above the shield. "My name is Rhindani, and I am a traveling adventurer! It was I who created this illusion to hide your friends from the encroaching undead horde! Have no fear, for I am a benevolent wyrm, and I am sympathetic to your cause." Sindra couldn't help but smile. It sounded so like a child wanting approval. She turned slightly to look up at the gentle creature. "You have our sincerest thanks Rhindani. We could not have asked for a better guard in our time of trouble. Would you like to travel with us? Have you someplace you need to be?" ~ ~ ~ The one with the power turned when Brodin announced himself, and if there could be a look of astonishment on a skull with glowing eyes, it would have looked shocked beyond description. All Brodin saw was a brightening of the red flames where his eyes should have been. He also felt a surge in the aura that drew him to the lich. Brodin felt sure that was what he was, but couldn't remember how he knew such a thing. There was a lot Brodin couldn't remember. "Well, greetings Brodin, and welcome back from beyond the grave. Please excuse me, but may I ask, if you remember... do you know who, more exactly, Mercinus Greyback is?" Brodin just stared for a moment, "Mercinus Greyback is the descendant. Sindra is the key. I am Brodin. I need my sword back." He looked at Gerald, his eyes hungry as he looked at Merrano Derrevato. His hand stretched forward then dropped. "No it is similar, as is the girls," he said as he pointed to Jey. "I need Harrugyo. Can you help me get it? I feel I must stay near you. When you went away I got weak. Yes, I must be near you to be strong." He looked deep into Gerald's eyes, "Mercinus is strong. If he is gone I can get my sword. He must be separated from Sindra. This I know...they need to be separated to be made weak." The compulsion to say the words was strong. The sword and his need for it seemed to block his memories and emotions, if they were there at all any more. |
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| Neutual Demon | Mar 29 2009, 07:00 AM Post #163 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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What was he doing? Luman, instead of leaving, he sat down on a log, watching everyone in curious silence. He should've been gone by now, left without anyone noticing, so why was he still hanging around? Well, he figured he had nothing else to do, and besides, he didn't even know where he was. At least, it seemed to him, that this group, dispite the many fights with some random groups, knew where they are, and knew what they were doing. Unlike him, who had not a clue what he was doing. The dark elf heaved a sigh, running a finger across Kura's smooth surface, watching everyone. From the conversation, he figured out who everyone was mostly. The leader was Mercinus...a name he didn't reckonize. Not liked it mattered, no one would no him if he said his name. But no one would even care, so why bother? He kept his thoughts to himself, still watching everyone, though no one noticed that he was still around. He didn't mind, he had been completely ignored many times during his swashbuckling years, so nothing didn't change much. Except he didn't talk to himself much then as he does now, but that's another story all together. |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 29 2009, 01:22 PM Post #164 |
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Mercinus had watched Alyre and Rhindani exchange introductions. When the elf had flown out of the dome, saying that she had to find her equipment, he felt something coming from Silver Moon. With a weakened body, he turned his head, and looked at it, holding a look over what it was doing. He remembered the words that Master Tolorandez had told him, during their encounter 5 years ago. I honestly don't know how Damenth required this powerful weapon, since it was lost through the sands of time. This claymore has a name of Silver Moon. Before he could look up to the dragonet, and begin talking to her, another voice had resounded in his head. ” Hello, Descendant.” Before he was alarmed, his entire body was shifted into another realm, leaving Sindra, Rhindani and everyone else behind. He felt his body being fully restored, allowing him to stand up within this realm. When he looked around the white area, he saw no one. Then, the same voice called him again. ”It’s good to see who my wielder looks like. And I must say… you do look handsome…” His eyes widened, surprised about the speech that the being was saying, and had thought that it was a woman. The giggling had confirmed his suspicions, as he turned around on his heels. In front of him, was a slender young woman, wearing a light plate mail, with a cloth rolling between her legs. Her armour was missing a fair number of plates, revealing much of her skin. Almost too revealing. ”I haven’t seen a man blush like that since I was alive. That makes you cute.” She gave him a look of innocence, almost a playful look in her eye. “Who are you?” He had questioned. While looking at her, she had a very remarkable resemblance of Sindra, with her nearly white hair and the icy blue eyes. “Why have you brought me into this realm? I thought that only Master Tolorandez had a realm like this.” In a blinking of an eye, she disappeared from view, which made Mercinus skeptical. Whirling around in circles, wondering where the mysterious woman went. Thinking that she was going to let him stay here for the rest of his life, a whisper reached his ear. ”Why are you so nervous, dear warrior? Afraid of the truth? He whirled around, and looked in amazement that, instead of the woman that he was looking at a moment ago, but it was Sindra herself. Smiling, her form quickly changed from his lover’s looks to her own. ”Don’t worry, dear Mercinus. I’m not going to allow you to go against the one that you love.” With a wave of her hand, his sword appeared before him, and she simply ignored it. ”Just to kill of any suspension that has arisen from this conversation, I am the spirit of your sword. Well… it was originally mine to begin with, but that was a long time ago.” The mercenary’s eyes had widened, knowing where he was. ”And you are within Silver Moon. Don’t be surprised. This was supposed to happen, even though the task that you have to face is a massive burden for you to take. Before I can let you go, and leave you a parting gift, I must warn you of one thing. The times that are about to happen to you, those that will happen to you, will put the bonds that you and your loved one to the test. Only when have you faced these challenges, I want you to head over to the heart of the Unforgiven Islands, and face the true trial, proving your worth as the Descendant.” Before Mercinus could respond to such advice, the essence of Silver Moon kissed his lips, and returned him to reality. The mercenary looked around, wondering where he was, and saw that he was in the comfort of the ice globe. Before he could face the reality of what is happening, his lips had moved, and against his own will. “Chrono Valora.” Confused about the words, something happened in the instant of those words being spoken. He felt a surge of energy entering his body from Silver Moon, and entering both him and Sindra. During the time of him feeling the powerful magic, his entire body began to glow in a light blue aura, covering both him and the Galactean. He felt the pain in his muscles disappearing, and giving him renewed strength. A few minutes later, and the aura had disappeared. A voice resounded within the entire dome. May the stars and the heavens watch over you, Descendant, and may the bonds between you and your loved one be as fruitful as it can be. Then, the voice had entered Mercinus’ mind. ”You are now able to restore anyone’s ailment, and restore them to full health. However, this magic cannot be used without the possession of the sword. Good luck Mercinus, and may the Creator watch over you, and allow you to enter the Great Sanctuary when your time has come.” Then, the essence had left his body, and entered Silver Moon again, and its aura began to shine again. He turned his head, and looked at Sindra. Smiling, he sat up, feeling no pain, and kissed her on the lips. Words had lingered on from the event, and he looked at the copper dragon, remembering what she had said to the Galactean. "What is your name? I don't believe I've heard from you yet. I'm a copper dragon, and my name is Rhindani. I saw you fighting the undead, and I saw Mercinus get hurt. I saw you go over to heal him, and then you collapsed and your shield turned into a half-dome of ice. Which is very nice by the way, but kind of conspicuous, so I hid you both from view in case the undead came this way. Which they did not as a matter of fact. Did you know all of the undead just fell down right before the lich left? He's leaving anyway, I don't know if he's gone yet. Alyre, your changing elf friend, will probably know when she gets back." “Her name is Sindra, dear dragonet. She hails from Galacteo, and is the wielder of Haruugyo, one of the 16 Forsaken Weapons. She is also the love of my life.” |
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| Wyrmling | Mar 29 2009, 04:24 PM Post #165 |
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RP-Crazy @_@
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"You have our sincerest thanks Rhindani. We could not have asked for a better guard in our time of trouble. Would you like to travel with us? Have you someplace you need to be?" Rhindani smiled a toothy grin at the human female’s response. When she opened her mouth it was apparent that there was a small gap between her front teeth, making her somewhat frightening smile a little more comical. "Thank you for your kind offer, human. My destination is no more specific than where I am not at this very moment. I travel simply to see the world in all its varied forms." She sat back on her haunches and looked around the small space once more. Hearing the male human speak, she turned her head to look at him. It startled her to feel an intense amount of power coming from his sword, and realize that the man was glowing blue. He seemed to strengthen as she watched, and when he had stopped glowing he looked completely healthy. He sat up and kissed the woman on the mouth, an odd practice that Rhindani had never understood, but was nevertheless quite common among humans. Then he turned to her and spoke. “Her name is Sindra, dear dragonet. She hails from Galacteo, and is the wielder of Haruugyo, one of the 16 Forsaken Weapons. She is also the love of my life.” "The forsaken weapons?" Rhindani chirped, blinking thoughtfully. "Your sword and that battlewand are forsaken as well, are they not? I suppose that would explain the amount of power they contain. I did not realize that the forsaken weapons had emerged, though I have heard of them. It seems strange that in this wide world you were in the possession of three of the sixteen. That must have taken some doing." She whistled briefly between her teeth, taking a closer look at the sword. "Very nice, very nice. Sindra," she said, apparently just registering the rest of Mercinus's sentence. "How nice to meet you, Sindra. It's good to know that you two are mated: those close to each other wield more power together than the combined might that they hold separately. Where are you and your party headed? It might just be that I decide to take you up on our offer and accompany you." The copper wyrm looked at Sindra and Mercinus, her expression curious and open. Humans were always such fast-paced and frantic creatures: they would provide no end of entertainment. |
| "From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon | |
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| Latanya | Mar 30 2009, 11:53 AM Post #166 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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Syrak looked at the little cruiser with friendly smile that hid the enervated grimace he actually felt like making. He was supposed to cross nearly the whole of the Aranth Ocean with a ship that resembled a fisher boat more than the cruiser he had been promised? If those were the cuts the war against the Tettira and the Aghainy families forced them to make he could very well do without it. Even if it had been pretty fun until now, hands down. A few months earlier, when those Werepyre-creatures had stayed in the mountains where they belonged and the relationship in between the major families had still been relatively slack, he hadn’t been allowed to spend whole nights in the taverns sheltered by other families, frightening the guests to death and watching the innkeepers nearly loosing the control over their bodies while they were trying to supply everyone to their full satisfaction, while had watched them with the everlasting smile on his face that normally was more effective than holding them at knife’s point. Even if he had to admit that it was pretty mean, Syrak had spent more and more nights that way. It was just too amusing… However, he had to admit that he might have exaggerated a bit last night. Sure, it was the last night before he left to Celbaron port, and he had been in a pretty bad mood, even though it was unlikely that anyone had noticed – but the incident with the inn-keeper’s wife probably wouldn’t have been necessary. Maybe he would apologize once he came back; if her husband was already calm enough not to try to cut his head off as soon as he saw him. “Sir Therijin?” Syrak turned around, suppressed a yawn and smiled at the man who had approached him cheerfully. “You must be captain Erimen?”, he asked in a rather friendly way, considering that he hadn’t gotten two minutes of sleep last night. “I’ve heard much about you already.” Well, as much as you can find out in the two days he had known that he would go with that guy. “That’s entirely mutual.” The captain looked at him with a strange expression on his face. Syrak answered with a happy grin, simply ignoring the other’s obvious nerviness and hostility, making a casual gesture towards the boat with his chin. “Can we leave? I think the ol’ wrinkly wants me to leave before the sun is set. Probably is too ashamed for me to let the public see me if he can prohibit it.” The captain nodded, leading him to a small yawl to bring him to the ship. Judging from the constitution of the yawl the ship wouldn’t even survive the first two days of the journey. Still, although Syrak’s protégé was known as a tightwad, Syrak was sure that he would let him go down somewhere in the Ocean. His death would have messed up the whole power structure in the Crestca family – and rivalries within his own ranks was nothing a man needed if he was stuck in a war. What was more important – Syrak knew that the old man loved him. They reached the ship and climbed up the deck with the help of rope ladder. Syrak looked around in the small ship. He didn’t know much about nautics, but even to him it was obvious that the ship was in a better condition than one would expect from the outside. Well, it didn’t matter. As long as they didn’t sink it was fine with him. Syrak went below to his cabin and fell into the bed to catch up sleep. He didn’t even spare a thought at the reliability of the crew. Not even in these unsettled times a man would dare to harm the proxy and fosterling of the head of one of the families of Chaldon. It would be suicide. |
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| Dark Jack | Apr 1 2009, 02:05 PM Post #167 |
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Listening carefully to what the undead told him, Gerald felt his hope of finally having discovered the answer to his eternal quest dwindle. This Brodin-character most certainly was far closer to being alive than any other undead servant Gerald had ever risen before, and it seemed that Brodin even retained his memories from life, and had genuine desires of his own. However, not only was it painfully obvious that Brodin was not the person he used to be, seeing that he wanted his former companions dead in order to aquire the sword he craved, but Gerald also realized that Brodin did not approach Gerald as a gesture of obedience, out of loyalty towards his maker, but because Brodin simply needed Gerald's presence. Brodin could stay alive, obviously, but he needed to be in contact with Gerald's aura of energy to sustain himself. So, in short, Brodin was a step furhter, but still far from being revived completely. But perhaps with the Forsaken Weapon... "Wait," Gerald held up his hand as if to signal Brodin to stop, "Mercinus Greyback is the Descendant? That was why his name sounded so familiar! Now I remember, I heard Lord Sacremento mention it to a Werepyre some time ago, and..." He paused as he realized what he had just been told. "By the arcane! I just were in a fight with the Descendant! I'm lucky to have gotten through that alive!" Automatically, his hand sought behind his plates, behind his ribs where he found his prize from the fight - Merrano Derrevato. Lord Sacremento had given it to him because the Lord knew who Mercinus was, because he knew how dangerous he and his group was. But why Gerald? There were many stronger servants among the Werepyres than Gerald, and lots of them were far more loyal than Gerald. All Gerald had was Omni, his necromancy and his ability to control mana... and now, thanks to Sacremento, Merrano Derrevato. What was that old fool's plan? And why was Gerald a part of it? "I don't like this at all..." he muttered under his breath, scratching his jaw with his fingers - another habit that died hard, despite that, being a skeleton, Gerald could not itch at all anymore. Remembering what he was doing, he looked at Brodin again. "Whether I will attempt to get your sword or not depends entirely on a little test I will have do perform when we get a little farther from the battleground," he told him, knowing that if Brodin was indeed reliant on Gerald's mana, Brodin could not kill him, nor refuse to go where Gerald pleased, "But if it proves that I need more Forsaken Weapons after all, that group will probably be the ones I need to take them from anyways." Turning around, Gerald signalled for Jey/Meryc to follow. "It's time we move on. Considering that we - that I just made the Descendant my enemy, I doubt it would be healthy for any of us to stay near them for too long." He nudged the undead squirrel on his shoulder on the head with a skeletal finger. "Besides, as I told our new friend, Brodin, I have something I need to test. We can always come back and paint some more later." |
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| Teslyn | Apr 1 2009, 02:56 PM Post #168 |
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"Descendant?" Jey repeated confused. "Descendants. Haha. Scary -- Mercmerc-something was nice. So nice. Bad hugs though. Very bad at hugging - are you good at hugging GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld?" she asked hopefully. If he wasn't a good hugger than Jey would have to teach him to hug because he had such prettypretty glowy eyes that she just had to hug him one day one timeone time soonsoon but she didn't like bad hugs. "Mmmkaykay," she agreed though she didn't know what she was agreeing to. She was just following, with Galangdei trailing in the dirt trailing in the dirt and glinting in whatever light was left in the sky and then later because at night Galangdei still glinted pretty in the moonlight. "Kaymmkaykay." |
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| Shienvien | Apr 1 2009, 05:26 PM Post #169 |
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I want, I can, I do
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"Mercinus Greyback is the Descendant? That was why his name sounded so familiar! Now I remember, I heard Lord Sacremento mention it to a Werepyre some time ago, and..." "He is." Arech confirmed automatically. Lich didn't listen to him. He said what one was. The one standing there. Dead not dead. But he didn't care. Not much. Whether someone listened. Or didn't. Questions needed answers. He answered. Others may listen. When they want. They might not understand. He knew. But he was he? He said what wanted. Did what wanted. Now he was here. Now he was he. How came? That he didn't answer question. Dead not dead answered. Brodlin? Similar... Somehow. But not the same. How could be similar? But not same. Incomplete. He was. Differently. Not like him. He was deviant. Not alike. But he was not like him. Different from both. His race. Others alive. He had been A Something. No parents. Existence. He had had... Been? The other had been dead. The one dead not dead. Now was not. In-between. Dead and alive. Half-being. More than A Something. Less than the rest. The one was. Arech was alive. But his race was still different. From all others. Never born. Never awakened. Only beginning. On his own. Before was less than nothing. A Something was. One re-risen, other risen? Resurrection and the beginning of existence? Returning and formation? Both A Something. Had been. But was no longer. That the similarity. Difference came from coming to be. Remember... Not Remember... There is nothing to remember, as what was before, is no longer. I wasn't alive before the point 284 years ago, so why would I care what was before? I don't deny there could have been something in the time before I formed myself, but what once was, is no longer- now I am already repeating myself. I am Arechiarnaw, or Arech, or even Arechiar, and simply that, for now. Though I am not sure what could change what now is, the broken line of thoughts, chopped to pieces, as it is the way of the half-being I now am. And yes, there is a 'race' formed of those who are like I am, as I am not alone in that. Though, could we be called a true race, as there are no ancestors in common? Or actually, there are no ancestors at all... Why was the questioning? He was alive. And that was that. The lich was. Not Arech. Arech was alive too. Arech just didn't think himself lucky to be alive. He just was that. And defended that. Why to be lucky? Because of something... Which didn't even happen? When it had happened... It would have been something else. Another matter. Crowned lich. Doesn't die anyway. Why Fear? Had not happened. That mattered. No fear. Arech himself knew no fear. No need to. Useless. Only to distract. Stop. And has cost. Larger than death. To prevent from achieving. Back to what was. "...depends entirely on a little test I will have do perform when we get a little farther from the battleground... It's time we move on." "Test." Arechiarnaw repeated. "Which?" He asked. Needed to know. To want to. To not want to. Decisions. Impossible without. Without knowing. What will be. Should be. Might come. "Considering that we - that I just made the Descendant my enemy, I doubt it would be healthy for any of us to stay near them for too long." "Not me. No side. Only me. Alone. Just with you. Not together." That was true. Entirely. He did what wanted. What had to. No following orders. Free. "Besides ... I have something I need to test." Repeat. To say what already said. "We can always come back and paint some more later." Paint. To kill. The woman called it so. Bringing death. Blood. Red. Paint. "Time." Arech had time. Endlessly. Time didn't kill. Not him. Not the lich. "Descendant? Descendants. Haha. Scary -- Mercmerc-something was nice. So nice. Bad hugs though. Very bad at hugging - are you good at hugging GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld?" After that she only had made a some kind of slightly muffled sound of agreement, on the crowned lich'es, words. Agree to what? Nice. Seemed so. Bad hugs? Didn't know. Not likely to know. Arech didn't hug anyone. At all. This far. Not likely to be going to. Lich... Bones. Metal.That was all. Many bones. Nothing much besides. Only metal. A staff. Wand. Crown. Nothing much besides. Hard. All hard. The scaling seemed to gain more featherlike appearance, as the fiery- at this point it couldn't be described as anything else- pattern crawled over them, turning the deep red-golden into something in constant motion, a dance of red, orange and yellow, always shifting and almost glowing. |
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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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| Oracle | Apr 2 2009, 07:55 PM Post #170 |
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Brodin was having a hard time thinking past the muddle of his brain, but some things were becoming easier to understand. It felt like the frozen parts of his brain were slowly thawing out, here a thought, there a memory. A million pieces of jumbled puzzle parts were scattered in his head, reordering themselves one bit at a time. He stopped walking when Gerald held up his hand, and ordered them to wait as he spoke again of Mercinus and some sort of revelation. "Mercinus fought with me, he is my friend. Gerald raised me, I am no longer dead. I did not want to go. I was not finished...Thank you. I want my sword back." He continued to follow Gerald, "Why did you raise me? What don't you like? I am strong, I can help. I am a ...Mercenary. My thoughts keep coming." His hand flew to his head with a confused look. "Whether I will attempt to get your sword or not depends entirely on a little test I will have do perform when we get a little farther from the battleground, but if it proves that I need more Forsaken Weapons after all, that group will probably be the ones I need to take them from anyways." "I think I should help you. You have no muscles. You do not look strong. The girl," he stopped and pointed, "she does not look strong. The other one changes. Only Brodin is strong." He held out his longsword toward Gerald. "I will fight for you until I get my sword back. I will help you with your test. Then we will go after the swords." The girl was talking singsong and caught Brodin's attention, "Descendants. Haha. Scary -- Mercmerc-something was nice. So nice. Bad hugs though. Very bad at hugging - are you good at hugging GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld?" "Brodin can hug. Brodin hugged Sindra before she took his sword. I can hug, but you can't take my sword. I need it to fight for Gerald." He held his arms open for her to decide if she wanted to be carried. He could hug and walk, maybe talk too. ~ ~ ~ “Her name is Sindra, dear dragonet. She hails from Galacteo, and is the wielder of Haruugyo, one of the 16 Forsaken Weapons. She is also the love of my life.” "Mercinus what happened? I feel restored." With her sword she knocked away the remained of the shield surrounding them. A sorrowed look came over her, "I need to bury Brodin Mercinus. Can we spare enough time for that much at least? I don't think I could leave knowing his body was left behind as food for the vultures." |
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