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Post by Razgat on Oct 26, 2011 21:32:22 GMT -5
Deyanira shook from Roluo's grasp, seeming to completely ignore everything. After all, she did have a veeery short attention span, and at that moment, she was very distracted by the fact that she was looking at someone who looked just like her.
For once in her life she was acting completely serious. She walked up to Nathaniel and placed her hand over his forehead, wiping the hair out of her face so that she could get a better look at it. Then she moved her other hand over her own face, removing the hair from her face. Normally, she had half of her face covered. Now she was allowing him to study her as well.
She still had her nosebleed as she studied his face. "You look...just like me...My name is Deyanira Iphigenia. I've lived here my entire life, yet I've almost never met anyone else, yet you look just like me. Our faces are the same. Why?"
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Post by Mizagium on Oct 26, 2011 22:54:57 GMT -5
Time passed by fairly quickly for the passengers aboard Ixion, the Thunder Dragon. Maybe it was the magical properties of the creature, or maybe he was imagining things, but Valendis was sure they were moving much faster than that airship had. Which made sense, in a way. This was a dragon. That was a boat. To Jorsin, it made no difference. Either way, he was flying - something that he should not be doing.
He made semi-awkward small talk with Kazan and Lenore, and Izaak and Sorin. Only Izaak seemed in a talking mood, but it didn't last long. In the end, they all just ended up sitting apart in silence.
Valendis reflected on his ancestor, Adden Gae'om - in truth, he was not actually descended from the master summoner. Adden was cousin to his ancestor, Volitar Gae'om, noted as a Chronomancer who abandoned the art to help rebuild Ossen with his wife, Yolanda, and the rest of Dark Wing.
He sighed.
He wasn't exactly following in either of those great mens' footsteps. All this was was just a scholarly excursion to recover a lost text. A lost text that might not even exist anymore, he reminded himself. So this entire journey might end up being for nothing. At least he'll get to see Kyros, he decided.
"What's your problem?" Raefe was sitting in Valendis's lap, braced against the wind.
"Oh, nothing."
"Oh no, you're spilling it, Val. I don't want to travel with a depressed kid through the foremost city of magic in the world." Her cat eyes pierced right through him. "Spill."
"I just...you ever feel like you're wasting your life?"
"No." He stared at her. "Continue."
"I don't know. My Summoning research is important, but being out here - it hasn't even been two days and I already don't want to go back to that life." He looked out over the ground rolling away below them. "Maybe my sister was right."
Raefe closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm old, Val. I don't act like it - but I am very old. I was around before my blood-bonded family married into the Gae'om family and I had to deal with Jorsin every day. I've seen your ancestors come and go, and only a handful of them stick out in my mind - Adden, and a few others perhaps. What I'm trying to say is: it doesn't matter what you do because in the end, you die and are forgotten. So do whatever you want because it doesn't matter."
He stared at her for a long while.
"No need to thank me." She stretched and turned away.
A fit of laughter overtook him. He laughed until he couldn't breathe and his eyes teared - he almost fell fell of the damn dragon. When he finally sobered he scratched Raefe's head behind her ears. She purred for a few minutes before flicking her tail at him, signalling him to cut it out or she would claw the living hell out of his face.
It wasn't much longer before the gleaming city appeared below them. Ixion descended rapidly and landed on the outskirts, so as not to attract too much attention. Valendis and the Familiars slid down off the great dragon. He gave it an affectionate pat and said his thanks.
"Well, my friends," he called to his companions. "Is this where we say our goodbyes?"
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Post by Monika on Oct 26, 2011 23:32:11 GMT -5
"Mmm," Lenore nodded her affirmation and (gracefully, as usual) jumped from the dragon, Kazan following rather clumsily afterward. "It has been a pleasure traveling with you, Valendis, " she bowed. "This is where we shall part w-
"You've got some nerve showing your face around Kyros again, Eleanora!" Before Lenore could finish her lordly parting speech, she was interrupted by the Brooklyn/James Earl Jones-esque voice of a large, gorilla of a man. He was wielding a large battleaxe and was donned in what appeared to be very cumbersome full plate armor...decorated with the Morana family symbol.
"Wallace!" Lenore turned around to face the man, confirming her suspicions. The man our protagonists stood before was none other than the great Samuel Wallace.
Kazan walked up to Lenore's side and whispered to her. "Who's this 'Wallace' guy, Lenore? Friend of yours?"
Too concerned with the situation at hand to comment on Kazan's obliviousness, she replied with "That's Sam Wallace, my old babysitter. An apt title, since he acted like a baby and did nothing but sit all day..."
"That's Marquess Wallace to you, missy!" he snapped, fortunately not seeming to have noticed Lenore's snide remark. He smacked the palm of his free hand with his axe in a very menacing fashion, clearly annoyed at not having his new found title recognized.
"I suppose even the brutes deserve a promotion every now and then," Lenore smiled. Turning toward Kazan and Valendis, she explained the situation as quickly as possible. "This guy, Wallace, was my old 'caretaker' and a servant of my father's. It seems that he has since gotten a bit of land for all his hard work, and now he styles himself as a 'Marquess'."
"'EY, WHAT ARE YOU JABBERING ABOUT OVER THERE!" Wallace's face turned a violent shade of scarlet as he went into an unorthodox battle stance, holding his axe with both hands. "Your pops told me to patrol my land and capture you if you stepped foot on it! I get to use any means necessary, too!" he grinned.
"Oh, so this is your land. It's good to know that my father takes such great care of his servants, providing them with deserted land on the outskirts of Kyros, nowhere near anything important..."
"YOU SHADDUP!" Wallace screamed. "I'LL KILL YOU AND ALL 4 OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS OVER THERE!" Without any further discussion, he charged at the party, swinging his axe wildly.
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Post by Damien on Oct 27, 2011 9:32:36 GMT -5
"I don't think you want to do that, sir," said Sorin, a dark and eerie calm falling over his face. He turned to face the threat, moved his hand through a series of mystical passes, and spoke the incantation. "Vokun gron!"
When the casting was complete, the shadows in the area stretched from their points of origin and converged around Sam Wallace and started to climb his massive form, trapping him in pure shadow that became corporeal and as strong as the thickest iron chains.
Sorin then held out his hand, palm facing Wallace, and spoke more words of power. "Ronaaz do vulon!"
A multitude of arrow-like projectiles made of pure and hardened shadow appeared in front of his hand, aimed straight at Wallace's head. "Now," he said darkly, "try and harm us."
Izaak looked at Sorin with a look of horror on his face. This Sorin guy is scary when he's serious, he thought. I'd probably better not piss him of in the future.
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Post by Mizagium on Oct 28, 2011 19:07:54 GMT -5
"That has to be some kind of record!" Jorsin complained rather loudly. "We were barely even LANDED and we got attacked. I don't even think we had that problem with Adden!"
"Hush," Valendis scolded. "Lenore, why is this oaf of a man trying to kill you?"
~~~~~
It was some time after Red skipped off into town, leaving him alone with the snoring drunkard. Inanis studied the figure, contemplating simply smothering the poor soul to put him out of his misery - but decided it was too much effort and took a nap.
"Wake up, sleepy-head!" Red violently shook Inanis awake. The soldier lazily wiped the drool from his chin.
"What?"
"I figured out where we need to go."
"Where."
"West."
"Why?"
Red rocked back and forth on her heels. "Greenbeard made it almost all the way to Nostia - or so the legends say. Well, most of them. Some say he made it the Darkened Isles. There's one that says he actually went to the Frontier - well, the Frostlands, but - "
"Stop." He held up his hands in plea. "First off, I don't know where any of those places are. Second, this treasure might not actually exist. Third, there's no way a girl like you should be going off on her own through possibly hostile territory alone."
"That's why you're going to protect me," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"And why should I do that?"
"Cuz." She grinned a scheming grin. "You might not remember who you are, but you look like the heroic type, the kind the wouldn't let a helpless little girl traipse off on her own. Am I right?"
"You are most certainly not a helpless little girl," he scoffed. But he didn't deny her accusations.
"Either way, the treasure is real."
"And how do you know?"
"A little...spider told me."
"Spiders aren't exactly know for their honesty." A beat. "Or the ability to speak."
"Hmph. Are you going to come with me or not?"
"I'm not bringing the drunk."
"That's fine."
He sighed. "Yeah, let's go find Greenbeard's treasure."
~~~~~
Somewhere deep in Nostia, a figure made his way through the tundra, silent and swift as the wind. The heard turned this way and that, surveying the wastelands, checking for signs of change. It had passed this way many times before and not much changed - the Necromancer Lords preferred to hole up in their castles, protected by the walls of a dead civilization.
Kelenyr loomed ahead, once the seat of the prestigious Sorian family during the Mage Wars, now a decrepit fortress of the one known only as Lord Apophis. Whispers of this Apophis reached even the figure's ears. Most only spoke of his great power, or of the fear and loyalty he inspired.
He must be some genius Necromancer, then, the figure guessed. Or...something else. But what else, it couldn't guess what.
A commotion caught it's ears. Up ahead, on a lower battlement, a group of soldiers were accosting a young man and girl. Five or six guns were pointed right at them, aimed to kill - and the girl inexplicably reaches across and touches the squad leader's face. The sheer stupidity of it left the figure dumbfounded.
Now it had a choice to make. Interfere, or continue onward.
The choice was simple - Vaerian Mage Hunters were not the figure's most favorite people in the world.
The figure vanished from it's hiding spot and reappeared in mid-air, as if in the middle of a tackle, sending one of the stormtroopers to the ground, his rifle spinning away. The figure scooped up the firearm and vanished again, reappearing on a higher battlement.
He then proceeded to fire a shot at the other soldiers, deliberately missing.
Abel Xander Damasca smiled like a madman.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Oct 28, 2011 20:24:34 GMT -5
Nathaniel moved, his arm a blur of motion as he spun away from the girl, who until just recently had been dangerously close to sudden death for the sudden close contact, now aiming his gun up at the source of the gunshot. There was a figure standing on the tier above them, newly acquired gun aimed down at the Vaerians. Nathaniel mentally swore, eyes darting between the newcomer and the two -suspected- necromancers. Would they try and make a break for it?
Faust swore, ducking to one side while the troopers redirected their aim. "Now what?" one muttered.
"You alright Kasser?" Nathaniel asked, eyes locked on the mysterious figure perched on the battlements above them. The trooper pulled himself up, dusting off his pants with a growl of annoyance.
"All good, sir." the corporal said, glaring at the newcomer. "Bastard stole my gun."
"Whoever you are, you're making a big mistake firing on members of his Imperial Majesty's forces!" Nathaniel called, his voice carrying above the wind that howled through the cliffs. A storm was gathering, and Nathaniel really didn't want to be around when it happened. Faintly he could hear a humming sound in the background. It was faint, but growing steadily louder. Slowly a shape began to materialize in the sky above them. Their ride had finally arrived, the Vaerian pattern airship Vandred. The captain was an ex-navy man that Nathaniel knew fairly well and relied on for several mission in the past.
Nathaniel reached into his pocket and withdrew a small metal box, a communication beacon. The Mage Hunter had had enough. "Captain, target forward guns fifty degrees up angle of our position, the second tier above us." From the ground Nathaniel could see the long guns of the airship slowly swivel around, locking on to the battlements. "Fire."
The air exploded with gunfire as the long-guns struck the cliff-face.
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Post by Mizagium on Oct 28, 2011 20:55:19 GMT -5
Abel watched the cliff-face explode from the force of the guns. He nodded in appreciation as he slung an arm around Nathaniel's shoulder.
"Quite the sight, isn't it?" he asked of the assembled Mage hunters.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Oct 28, 2011 21:38:53 GMT -5
Roluo was well...dumbfounded could be used, but he still wasn't quite sure if that would handle it. Did that...thing? Just telepo...or...
He wandered over near the man in charge, of whatever this was, and placed his hand on the empty shoulder. This only made sense to him because he was the only person not touching the militant at the time. He glanced over at the figure next to him, who could seemingly kick everyone's ass if he wanted. The man would probably just make a game of it if he tried, and give himself bonus points if he could literally kick their individual backsides, without even using his feet to kick. How would that work? Who knows, but nothing has made sense since this guy has shown up anyway, so there.
Still caught in his glance, Roluo asked, "Umm....sir....what the FUCK are you supposed to be?"
Before the man could answer they were interrupted by the sound of a horrific gasp coming from the gunless corporal, who possibly pee'd himself at this point the poor fellow. He has terrible luck. A feral mass landed on him in a comedic fashion, it was Liulfr coming down from the cliff. This most definitely confirmed the unfortunate corporal peeing himself. Liulfr then casually jogged over to the now huddling group of strangers and clamped down gently on the popular soldier's pants leg.
Roluo bend down and patted his companion on the head with his free hand (careful not to take his other hand off the soldier).
"Feel left out boy? Well now that we are all here...again...who the fuck are you mr teleporter man?"
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Post by Mizagium on Oct 28, 2011 22:04:45 GMT -5
"Hm." Abel scratched his beardless chin. "Who am I. Who am I? Who am I?" He took a theatrical breath. "Well, asking me who am I am is a difficult question to answer. You see, I suppose I could begin by saying that I am a male human. I could also say that I am eighteen years old. I might also say that I have bright green eyes and light brown hair. But I suppose that is describing WHAT I am, rather than WHO I am. Saying that I hail from outer Ossen is also insufficient as it tell you where I come from, but not who I am.
"You see, answering who I am is much more than a simple answer. For you to fully understand who I am, you would have to have spent an extended period of time - approximately the time it would take to travel once over the entire world - and possibly find a new way into Mundas Veritas. In that time, we might have become close enough that we share stories about our pasts, and indeed become close friends.
"Then and only then would be know who I am"
He shrugged and squeezed Nathaniel's shoulder tighter, giving him a friendly shake.
"I guess for now I can say that I am the Specter."
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Post by Monika on Oct 28, 2011 23:17:49 GMT -5
"'EY, WHO ARE YOU CALLIN' AN OAF?" Wallace shouted from his shadowy prison.
Rolling her eyes, Lenore faced everyone and sighed. 'I'm guessing they didn't see my flashback just now...' she mused. "To make a long story short, my father - Allen -"
"-THAT'S LORD ALLEN TO YOU, MISSY-"
"-is a prominent senator here," she continued, apparently unfazed by the interruption. "He's also very, very bad at the whole parenting thing. So, I ran away a few years ago." Lenore paused momentarily as if in consideration. She gave a quick glance to Kazan, who was cheerfully oblivious as usual, and opted not to bring the memory up by going into too much detail. Instead, she gave a quick summary of the story.
"To make a long story short, he values his public appearance above everything else. When I ran away, the people of the city found out and apparently ridiculed him. 'How can you make laws for the country if you can't control your own daughter?' they asked. And so now he wants me captured so he can redeem himself, I guess...although it must not be too high on his list of priorities if he sent this buffoon to do the job."
"SHADDDUUUUUUP!" Wallace's face was now purple with fury and his shouts were loud enough to shake the ground they stood on. "MAY NOT LOOK LIKE IT, BUT I KNOWS A BIT O' MAGIC TOO!" Wrinkling his nose up as if in concentration, he let out a mighty bellow. "RRAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" The ground behind him opened up, and from the fault in the planet's surface rose a very large hunk of diamond. "I took a bit o' science when I was a kid!" he beamed, proud of his work. "All I gotta do is use Earth elemental magic to pressure the naturally occurring bonbons in the world's crust into turning into diamonds!"
"Is that really how that works? Awwwww...all I can do is make glass," Kazan mumbled, hanging his head down to mope about his 'inferior' class of magic.
"I'm not going to dignify either of you with a response!" 'How could I have been 'cared for' and befriended such...idiots?' While contemplating what she could have done to deserve such acquaintances, she failed to notice that the chunk of diamond was moving around Wallace, slicing away the shadowy mass that currently entombed him, probably breaking one or two magical laws in the process.
"YEAAAAA! I'M FREE, BABY!" As he landed on the ground with another earthshaking thud, he resolved to use another battle strategy. This time, he magically shattered the chunk of diamond in front of him and fired the shards at the protagonists. "THESE DIAMONDS IS GONNA CUT YOUSE UP REAL GOOD!"
"Haha! I got this!" Kazan snapped his fingers on each hand, prompting bolts of lightning to dance around his fingertips. In what was ostensibly an attempt to help, he outstretched his hands and fired lightning toward the shards of diamond. The ones that didn't break into even smaller, deadlier shards dispersed the light from Kazan's attack into a myriad of different colors. "I made some rainbows!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Oct 28, 2011 23:32:40 GMT -5
"That's nice." Nathaniel said rather calmly. A calmness that hid the fact that he was rapidly losing the last vestiges of his patience, as there were now three people, all of them potential enemies, hanging off of him. The troops shifted nervously not sure what to. They couldn't open fire without hitting their leader. Faust was grinding his teeth in irritation...and Ishabel actually looked to be enjoying the situation. "Now would you all mind GETTING THE HELL OFF ME?" Nathaniel roared, shaking the trio off of him and walking out of the crowd, spinning around to face them. Once again his gun was pointed at them. "That's enough. You," he looked at the Specter, "I don't give a crap. You," he pointed to Roluo, then the undead hound, "are very close to being under arrest and detained until I feel that you are no longer of interest, and you," he turned to Deyanira "I...have no idea why you look like me. I have no idea who you are. All I know is that we are leaving. Faust, radio the captain, tell him to lower the ship and pick us up." "Er, right. Yes sir." Faust snapped a quick salute and quickly began radioing the airship above them. Ishabel just giggled while Xing shook his head in exasperation. The Vandred descended slowly, leveling next to the edge of the battlements, cargo bay doors opening. Nathaniel strode purposefully towards the opening. "We're done here. We need to return to Helgras and report our assignment. Move out." He barked. The troopers snapped to attention and followed, Kasser managing to shake the undead hound that had found interest in his pants leg. -=- A figure watched intensely as the strange group of humans interacted. They obviously weren't all friends, from the way the big one was swinging around that axe. It was actually rather fascinating to watch. This entire city was a wonder to behold, but it was the humans that truly fascinated Varaask. "Hmm, time to interfere I think." Varaask shuffled out of the shadows of a nearby building. His form was garbed in deep blue robes with strange patterns decorating the hems. Metal and feathered pauldrons were strapped to his shoulders, and a black cowl covered most of his face, save for the hooked beak jutting out from underneath. He began making for the group. Without a word he raised a feathered arm, small skulls and totems clinking against his sleeve, and strange unnatural syllables came out of his beaked mouth in a squawking rasp. The air shimmered and twisted for a moment and suddenly a bolt of eldritch lightning struck Wallace in the stomach. "You should calm down, human. Making trouble for others you are. Not a good idea, I think."
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Post by Mizagium on Oct 30, 2011 21:08:47 GMT -5
"You know, it's very hurtful when you blow me off like that," the Specter shouted after Nathaniel. "I'm the Specter, after all!"
He shook his head and sighed. "Oh well. Hey, you two," he pointed to the two Necromancers, "Want to ditch this place? Getting captured by Imperial Magehunters isn't exactly on my list of things to do for the day."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Oct 30, 2011 21:51:39 GMT -5
Is this guy serious? He wishes to just stroll out of here with a couple of prisoners and an undead wolf? Having the guard do nothing? This guy terrifies me...
Roluo squatted down and patted his feral companions head and asked, "Liulfr what do you think? Should we go with this guy?"
Liulfr of course didnt answer him, being a wolf and all, and an undead wolf at that. Roluo half expected this so he wasnt quite sure why he asked in the first place, it just somehow seemed to help to talk to him sometimes, sense he has no one else to talk to usually.
"Well Specter you terrify me, but I guess we will take you up on that since you are the only one here not trying to arrest us or too spacy to help me escape."
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Post by Razgat on Nov 11, 2011 0:21:48 GMT -5
Deyanira pouted up at the sky. Nathanial hadn't answered her question...well, he did, but it wasn't a very good answer. 'Oh well, I'll find him again later.'
Deyanira turned to her 'brother' and the strange man. "Well, I kinda live here with my parents, so I probably can't just go wandering off."
Never mind the fact that she's in her twenties.
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 14, 2011 1:09:08 GMT -5
Specter considered this. "Uh huh, I can see how that would be a problem, girly, however - if I may?" He took her firmly by the shoulders, checking to make sure he had a decent grip, centered his head with hers, stared into her eyes and proceeded to violently shake her back and forth.
"YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF BEING KIDNAPPED BY IMPERIAL MAGEHUNTERS. I THINK YOU HAVE BIGGER ISSUES THAT YOUR PARENTS."
He released her and cleared his throat, as if nothing happened.
~~~~~
Volitar just sort of gave up at this point. Someone else had just fallen from the sky - literally - and started meddling in a fight he got caught up in because of someone he also just met.
He found a suitable rock to sit on and waited for the ineffable introductions that would follow.
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Post by Damien on Nov 14, 2011 11:01:35 GMT -5
Sorin turned his attention from Wallace to the newcomer, perceiving him as a threat. His shadowy arrows were aimed squarely on the birdman's forehead.
"Sorin, stop," said Izaak. "He just saved us. Calm down."
Sorin sighed, aimed his spell upwards, and released it. The arrows traveled for what seemed like an eternity and finally dissipated in a puff of shadow.
Izaak turned to the Arkarris. "Thank you," he said. "He would have killed us had you not intervened."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Nov 17, 2011 21:20:56 GMT -5
Nathaniel just shook his head. "I'm tired of this. Apprehend them Faust. Use it if they resist." that said, he stepped aboard the waiting airship. Faust saluted sharply then turned to the trio. "Alright you lot. I guess that means you're coming with us." he grinned. Behind him the troopers once again aimed their weapons. Ishabel nodded seriously.
"You should probably do what he says." she added.
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Veraask cocked his head to the side, observing the group of humans curiously. "Think nothing of it." he nodded his head sharply. "Shouldn't be fighting amongst yourselves. you humans. There's much worse things to be fighting." he squawked, then paused for a moment. "Ah, where are my manners. I am Veraask, Sorcerer of the Ninth Dominion. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." he bowed deeply.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Nov 21, 2011 2:39:25 GMT -5
Roluo stood there in silence, inwardly contemplating the various ways that this may play out.
I don't think Liulfr and myself can quite take care of ALL of them, especially after we have been walking all day. That girl is...distracted...and that Specter character doesn't seem very reliable. Sure, he could disarm and humiliate all of these soldiers on his own, again, hijack the airship, fly it into space, take a piss ON the sun itself and put it out, plunging the entire galaxy into a devastating ice age and kill us all, run out of fuel halfway through the universe and instead of hitch hiking (if that were even POSSIBLE) just kick eternity in the face and call in a favor from God himself because the almighty owes HIM one....but I think he is possibly too bored to even try. I guess we have no choice.
Roluo sighed and put his hands up.
"I suppose we'll come quietly and all that jazz." Wandering around the wasteland wasn't helping us to begin with anyway. Maybe I'll find a chronomancer wherever we end up...maybe...
The pair then made their way onto the ship, not knowing what would happen next, or if they would be stuck with that spacey girl along the way.
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Post by Mizagium on Dec 6, 2011 20:09:54 GMT -5
Raefe let out a long sigh and stretched out on the ground. "I always hate this part of adventure stories."
"What part?" Valendis had given up and was seated against a rock, absently flipping through one of hsi summoning tomes.
"The part near the start of the story where a bunch of new people show up and introduce themselves for no reason. It's rather clumsy and kind of bad writing."
The young summoner looked up. "Bad writing?"
"Oh, nothing!" Hesseppatt cut in sharply. Giving a glance to Raefe. Before he could ask her questions, she flew off. It was Jorsin who spoke next.
"Something like this happened when eh were with Adden. Met some interesting people during that time. Like Ethan and Sofia. They were cute together."
"Wasn't Sofia the one with the baseball bat?" Raefe asked.
"Yes."
"Heh. She was a tough one."
Valendis looked his Familiars over, glanced at the group and shrugged. He was at Kyros, but this group was wasting his time. "Let's go guys."
"Where to?"
"The library of Kyros. We need to find that summoner's tome."
He dusted himself off and started towards the city. If he saw Lenore and Kazan again, he would thank them.
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Post by Monika on Dec 18, 2011 22:30:22 GMT -5
Apparently not strong enough of a sorcerer to give his creations ontological inertia, the moment Wallace was hit in the stomach by the Arkarris' lightning spell, all of the diamond shards he had created instantly disappeared.
"The convenience of that situation's resolution astounds me..." Lenore muttered. We went from conflict to no conflict in less than five minutes, and the only one to get injured was Wallace! Lenore looked around at all of the people standing around her and came to a quick decision. I could definitely get used to traveling in a large party...At the very least, it would be better than traveling alone with Kazan any longer... She gave a quick glance toward Kazan, who was busy scavenging the ground for any leftover diamonds.
"Awww...I could've made a nice necklace with those!" he whined.
"Valendis! Hey, Valendis!" Lenore called, running up to the summoner before he disappeared.
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