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Aiseth
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Posted: Mon, Oct 28 2013, 16:47 PM |
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Joined: 21 Dec 2011
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A poster finds itself tacked on the wall of The Ghostly Kraken: And another near the Forge: A similar poster on the city's general noticeboard:
_________________ MuseReader: Aiseth Nosdivan- Master Enchantress
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Dark Immolation
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Posted: Tue, Oct 29 2013, 5:49 AM |
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Tester
Joined: 20 Apr 2008 Location: The downeaster "Alexa"
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Shortly after dusk, Beldor could be seen approaching the poster hung in the Ghostly Kraken. In an instant, his eyes narrow sharply behind his mask and his hand raises as if to jerk the poster down from the wall... However, after a moment of his glove hovering over the banner, he lowers the hand back to his side. The cloaked and armored figure steps back and looks it over once more, its shadowed eyes rolling dispassionately over the poster's iconographic undertones. Another few moments follow as he seems to think to himself, his hand gripping at the bottom of his chin. Finally, he gives a defeated sigh and turns away. Striding towards the exit with deliberate steps, he tugs his hood slightly lower and mutters something under his breath, just barely audible to any he passes on his way out.
"... So be it..."
_________________ You think Magic is your ally... but you merely adopted the Art. He was born in it. Molded by it. Sometimes, an angel is simply a devil with better intentions.
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Dergaii
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Posted: Wed, Jan 01 2014, 14:09 PM |
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Joined: 01 Jun 2007 Location: Waffles, Beer & Chocolate
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As of late, the poster seems to be turned into a small shrine. An armoured young man can be seen to light candles and incense at the site, even going so far as leaving small mythal crystals there as an offering.
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bobofwestoregonusa
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Posted: Wed, Jan 01 2014, 17:58 PM |
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Joined: 09 Jun 2012 Location: Eastern Washington
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The High Captain rolls his eyes and mumbles something about how his sword is cooler.
_________________ Gerald EdmundDiscord: Metal Viking Guy #5433 DC taxation is theft!
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Q't'ulu
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Posted: Thu, Jan 02 2014, 6:56 AM |
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Joined: 20 Jun 2012 Location: Russia, St.Petersburg
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The one-handed elf, seeing posters, wonders - "was it mandatory to bolt white ring behind head to his back?"
_________________ Evolution by any means!
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Dark Immolation
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Posted: Mon, Jan 06 2014, 16:01 PM |
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Tester
Joined: 20 Apr 2008 Location: The downeaster "Alexa"
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Beldor happens upon one of the newly-made shrines near the noticeboard and regards it from distance. He shakes his head, giving a heavy sigh, until he spots the mythals apparently left in offering. His gazes fixes keenly upon the crystals, and for but the twinkling of an eye it seems that he is oblivious to all else...
A crack. A spark. A sound like shattering glass. Light. Warm, violent light, pulsing, bounding, streaming into his veins, rushing joyously into every fiber of his being and then--And then darkness returns...
A long, cool exhalation. Perhaps one of satiety. Perhaps one of a still lingering hunger. Beldor clenches his fist tightly as a few arcs of light course over it. He continues onward towards Castle Tarkuul.
A misty ocean breeze whistles through the now mythal-less shrine.
The others soon follow suit.
_________________ You think Magic is your ally... but you merely adopted the Art. He was born in it. Molded by it. Sometimes, an angel is simply a devil with better intentions.
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linlan
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Posted: Mon, May 05 2014, 23:58 PM |
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Joined: 24 May 2009 Location: South of Grumdek Murr
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At the various shrines, a number of fresh candles are lit. The atmosphere around is filled with the scent of incense burning on small metal plates.
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Eurgiga
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Posted: Fri, Mar 13 2015, 22:10 PM |
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Joined: 12 Jun 2012
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An unusual figure visits the shrines, placing at each a small plinth of gold with a star sapphire in each. Above and around the plinth flit small illusory lights, almost like tiny fireflies. They hover in the vicinity of visitors, yet seem as solid as the air around them. The sapphires themselves seem to be singing softly, a tune one might recognize as an ancient Netherese hymn to Mystryl. With these newest additions, the very air of the shrines seems to anticipate magic.
_________________ ~Diana de Priondragas - Enigmatic druid, Arbiter, Counselor, Bear. ~Corinn Aldaine - Just a girl with a big heart... who can turn you into a newt. ~Vigdis Haldorsdottr - Walk softly and carry a big axe.
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Silkelock
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Posted: Sat, Mar 14 2015, 5:31 AM |
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Joined: 17 Jun 2011 Location: Sweden
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A dark clad figure is accompanied by a skeletal work crew. Directed by his hand the abominable shrine is removed along with any posters of the Spellblade. The sapphires being the only thing collected from the remains of it.
_________________ Life should be prolonged only when it serves the greater cause of the death of the world.
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