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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:07 pm
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Built near Angeko Ruins.... Guarded by creatures like Rock Golems and the spirits of trees.... Is the castle fortress of the Virtue of Patience, Jesse Okirodem. A full hundredscore regiments of his knights are constantly on the alert, coming, Going. But sometimes, in his presence, everything becomes silent, and the flurry of activity Stops. It is a temple. The purifying aura of the place has been corrupted.
Enemies: Jesse Okirodem[[If he is Here.]] Rock Golems White Knights. Tree Spirits. The spirit of the abbey Itself.
Environment: Cherry trees, currently in bloom, with the abbey rising above Them. The mighty outer walls are buried in a forest with the Angeko Ruins a mere arrow's flight Away. If one watched closely, one can see the light reflected off the armor of the hulking White Knights. In the main courtyard, a statue of Feora Stands. The light is a sulfurous yellow, and flecks of darkness can be seen rising from the ground, a nearly-see through wall of dark energy encases the temple. Any with a pure heart cannot enter, this area is for evil characters ONLY.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:39 pm
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 9:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:28 pm
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A knight rose to his Feet. His helmet was steel, in the shape of a dragon's head, but there were holes in the front for the long, swept-back horns that grew from his forehead, and in the back for his rabbit-appearing Ears. He was encased in plate armor, of a metal that was resilient, yet Light. The Dreadknight chuckled, freeing his evil blade from it's Sheath. It was about the length of a broadsword, but thicker, and made out of a substance that appeared to be black Glass. His weapon was far superior to the rotted iron blade clutched in Zaragi's Fist. He spoke, his voice Booming. "I will let you Pass. You may take one weapon from the Armory. Then we will Fight." He crossed his arms, standing to one side of the narrow Corridor.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:01 pm
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