Gabriel blinked and shook his head as Kie confused him, "Well," he shrugged raising his hands with it, "are you at least on your own side?" Gabriel smirked, "Because that should be enough, the necromancers wish for everything to be undead-you are not. The Eldar wish for all things good to survive . . ." Gabriel's tone turned more serious, "this all depends upon the reaction of your heart. The elves value good, and hate evil-that is all, there is no in-between for them, their philosophy does not see any possibility to 'serve two masters' I suppose you could say." this made himself think . . . 'Does someone command her, or is she a wanderer as she says . . . I will not make any judgments without evidence, I will see how she reacts.' he thought to himself. He chuckled and looked to her, "You wouldn't have to make a committment to aid the elves . . . just non-aggression I suppose, Wulf should decide since he is an elf however!' he suddenly added, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
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Sabin blink once, almost mechanical-his emotions sure were, "Good, Kthulu shall be pleased when the weapon is released, and the Eldar will not be prepared for our assault-once the weapon is released, they will fall," Sabin turned and scoffed slightly 'It will be a wonder if they are not destroyed as well . . . he moved away, his robes softly rustling, silent among the excited exclaiming of necromancers and pets. ((Hey, would Eruadan be near the cave somewhere outside of Aeri Forest? ^^ A greeting of green fire perhaps? MWAHAHA))
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Terran looked to see Wulf had the situation perhaps under control, and he had regained his energy-running in heavy silver armor can sometimes take it out of you. He began to move in the direction of Wulf and Terran, trusting Barrhin to follow. He made a mental note out loud as he walked, not caring if Barrhin was able to hear him or not, "We shall recieve a judgment on two trustworthy souls-but unworthy flesh-and advice from a fool, how grand." he said with a scowl, but on the inside he was grinning ever so slightly.
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Artim nodded to her and ran as quickly as he could to the front doors of the museum, finding them locked. Artim yelled in frustration-kicking the door irreverently, "To be stopped by this! Of all the destroyed doors in this ENTIRE city, WHY didn't he say it was locked?!" he rubbed his forehead, hearing the dragon come closer. A look of fear and annoyance crossed his face as he turned and fired witch-stone bullets at the creature. Two of the three bullets hit the massive creature on the right side of it's face, making it growl in pain as the stones magically exploded on it's-only stunning it since they were relatively small explosions, but would shake it off after a while, he had to wait for Alyra-to see if she could manipulate the door into opening-he would hate to have to destroy it.
