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| The Grounds; Are you ready...? | |
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| Asha'man of the Black Tower | Jul 14 2006, 08:04 AM Post #201 |
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Sojourn Hellbringer
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Ash waikes at the words "I don't care" and briefly thinks to himself about his situation. First, he was in the middle of doing something that slpips his mind at the moment, the BANG- he is in the dank hallway and this creepy guy shoves him out this door, and now here he is in the middle of somewhere, and getting very, very scared. He gets up and dusts some imaginary dust off of himself and grunts. After looking around and seeing the various people, Istar coverd in blood, Matt looking emotionaly distressed, and everybody looking downright miserable, his first instinct is to put them ALL out of their misery and blow them away with a wall of flame (his sense of compassion), but then he sees Fross and a second instink arises. To blow HIm to hell with a wall of flame, because he looks like the sorce of everyones' misery. He always likes to follow his second instinct, but in the rare acasions his THIRD instinct. That is to go up to them, introduce himself, flare his cloak a bit, shake hands, and see if they have any free food. He desided to follow his third, baser insticnct. Ash sets himself into a purposeful stride and swaggers over to the group, heading upwind so that his cloak billows out behind him. "Hiya folks, did I miss out on breackfast and the free eatables in yon mansion? Ah, well, tis a sad fact but a good one none the less." Ash briefly glances at Ishtar and thinks he can vaguely recall her in his memory. But failling to do so he flits his thoughts back to the matter at hand, food. "My name's Ash", he says, looking at each face in turn. Then his gase falls again on Fross and something about him makes Ash freeze in the middle of his traide. Then studdying him a bit more closly, his bravado shatters altogeather. "Alright fighbelly, I have no idea what silverpike spawned you but you give me the creeps- your not Fross are you?" He says in a voice only Fross could hear, and he tilts his head to the side in a conspiratory manor. "I hear faint mutterings about you among the arcain circles... do mind if I put you through a little test?" ((btw, why doesn't the spellcheck work for me?)(What times will you be on in Central time Crow?)) |
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We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We dashed to the sound of thunder, We danced among the lightening bolts, As we tore the world asunder! ~~~~~Asha'man poem~~~~~~ | |
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| Ghostbane556 | Jul 14 2006, 08:35 AM Post #202 |
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I'm a pirate. I want to collect some booty
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The last thing Matt wants is internal conflict. Deducing that perhaps everyone here is in the same boat, the least they could do is not start a rumble so soon. Besides nobody has even known each other that long to give reason for a fight. Matt decides to draw attention away and lashing his tail on the ground, striking it with a loud ~thud!~. Matt pays no mind if he has caused a disturbance as long as the group can put there grudges aside, and reties his cloth bandages for a tighter fit. Upon doing so, Matt unconsiously reveals his scales. |
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| Luigi5 | Jul 14 2006, 08:44 AM Post #203 |
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Keep holding on when my brain's ticking like a bomb.
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Victer sits by the gates "This place is a mad house." Victer said calmly. |
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| Ghostbane556 | Jul 14 2006, 08:51 AM Post #204 |
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I'm a pirate. I want to collect some booty
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Matt is satisfied by the tightness of his gloves, as he tugs it a bit more with his teeth. After checking his bow by pulling back and releaseing a few times. Matt Puts his equipment away and waits for the journey to begin. "Everyone here looks really strong. I hope I can keep up." |
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| Gideon | Jul 14 2006, 04:22 PM Post #205 |
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Waymaker
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Jaithin stubles out of the forrest and then proceedes to stagger up the hill to every body. When he had touched the tree on the edge of the forrest, he had seen what was inside and stayed out. Desideing to watch what everybosy else did he stayed there with his had on a yong sapling and he bent the sapling to touch the base of an old oak that was connected with the rest of the forrest. What he saw, was- shocking- to say the least. He saw every member of the "team" blundering about in the forrest fighting the air. But weather they had gone insain, were hullucination, or what they were fighting was not ment to his eyes- he could not tell. Not being able to stand seeing them in this situation, he had ran headlong into the forrest. (and b/c Crow ingnored me, but it's ok) As soon as he enterd the woods, he was emidaitly surrounded by an endless desert. AS the Kah get sick if they are away from trees to long Jaithin should have been fine because he had just touched a tree 30 secs ago. But the Longing came apn him suddenly and his nerves began to spasm and go into a late state of Despiration. He had fallen to the ground screeming in pain and agony and fear for his life and for that of the group. (eventhough they have ignored him to this point! ) Then a group of Rakkendath, the antagonists of his race came screaming over the hill. Jaithin had tried to rise to fight them- to reach his bow to teach them a lesson- but he couldn't. Before he knew it thdy were apon him pummling him with crude clubs and fists. Jaithin got a few swings and kicks in at them, but with his body racked with pain (Desparation is like a hightend dehydration), he couldn't fight for long. Soon he was on the ground with snarling faces filling his veiw.The leader of the group had leanedf over his face and spat in his eye. "You are truly a son of the sands. We had expected you to put up (had to edit here) a better fight tan this!" The creture took out a curved dagger and slashed across Jaithins face. It started mis forhead and drew . Only a faint moan escaped Manchura's mouth before he had slumped into blessed blackness. When he had awoken, the slases where still there and bleeding profusly. Leaning on his bow he used earth to stop the flow of blood and made his way up to the congrigation above. As he passed he gave Istar and Ash strng looks and then stood there next to made- looking miserable. "And once again, nobody notices that I even exist." |
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| Ghostbane556 | Jul 14 2006, 04:33 PM Post #206 |
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I'm a pirate. I want to collect some booty
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Matt sat anxiously as he waited for when everyone was to set off. To pass the time he just stared at the clouds admiring the plethera of shapes they taken. |
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| Luigi5 | Jul 14 2006, 08:18 PM Post #207 |
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Keep holding on when my brain's ticking like a bomb.
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Victer got up and looked at the gate. "Hmm...." Victer takes one of his throwwing knives out and makes a gash in his hand and starts to wipe his hand on the gate, making a trail of blood. After a moment he steps back and looks at what he did. "I hope this is some come of cherished relic." He said. "So people will know a fear this name." Victer sat back down and tore some of his shirt sleeve off and rapped it around his hand. |
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| Asha'man of the Black Tower | Jul 15 2006, 04:10 AM Post #208 |
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Sojourn Hellbringer
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Ash waiting for a reply from crow brushes past Istar and Jaithin and stands there with his back to them. Eventually a flock of ravens fly into sight -going only who knows where- when a forceful updraft forces them to land (created by me of course). Ash them creates a cage of fire around the ravens and sonters up to them gleeful about his work. Ash produces his LSJ from underneath his ankle-length coat and grins. One by one he steals the life from the ravens and sends them off in off. The flock consisted of about 150 ravens, now all of them are under my personal command. All the while a rabbit sat quivvering in a bush nearby. As Ash walks past it he snarls then grin when the rabbit runs off. He mutters to himself about him not interested in controlling rabbits, because undead rabits don't taste good and give you the worst indigestion. As he walks past Istar he winks at he and walks up to the blood smeared gate and ponders at it's simple brilliance. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 15 2006, 04:50 AM Post #209 |
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No matter what you try to tell me, Zantos has been with the group. The whole time. I swear. Scouts honor. Zantos looks around at the various people assembled. "Do all of you have to be such overly dramatic idiots? Honestly, the combined ego of this group is enough to plug an erupting volcano. You can't possibly all be the mysterious wandering master warrior you're trying to act like. Do any of you even have a personality?" He pauses. "Self-cutting psychopath doesn't count," he adds, with a glance at the pointlessly bloodied gate. |
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| Ghostbane556 | Jul 15 2006, 05:27 AM Post #210 |
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I'm a pirate. I want to collect some booty
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Matt slowly raises his hand in response to Zantos. "I just hope we'll make it through somehow. Considering everyone's personality and skills produced. I might be the weakest link here, as always." sighs Matt putting himself down after observing everyone and sees how cool their powers are while Matt still has dormant abilities of his own. |
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) Then a group of Rakkendath, the antagonists of his race came screaming over the hill. Jaithin had tried to rise to fight them- to reach his bow to teach them a lesson- but he couldn't. Before he knew it thdy were apon him pummling him with crude clubs and fists. Jaithin got a few swings and kicks in at them, but with his body racked with pain (Desparation is like a hightend dehydration), he couldn't fight for long. Soon he was on the ground with snarling faces filling his veiw.
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