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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 10:18 pm
" Just what I wanted. " He Said to him self as he walked over to the dark king . He grew in size so he was his 17 year old form just so he could hold this mass of a man, Takeing him in his arms, like he did any other hurt poerson . With this he started to walk off to the Doungen, but that was not his final distoanshion. He was heading to his kingdom, he knew of the portal in the back of Crow's room, Thow he did not know if he would live or die, tho he had to help Yawgmoth. His hero's life was mush more to him then his own and the only people that Fox knew of that could help Yawgmoth where his own kind, so his mind was made up and he was going.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 10:33 pm
Watching Yawgmoth move to the couch made her twinge again with empathy of discomfort. When he finally reached his destination, she rather sighed with relief. That is, until Fox moved in. She could not believe what he was doing. "You will come to regret this, Little One." she said to him in warning, watching him descend the stairs. She waited a moment in the silence, making sure no one else was around. With a small pop, she too was gone.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:32 pm
A gentle wind began to travel through the inn, the scents of the forests' flowers and trees brought with it. The fire danced steadily as it met the breeze and after a few moments leaves began trickling along the pavement outside the open window.
The door opened and then closed no more than a minute or so later, followed by gentle taps on the floorboards which seemed to be sounds of very lightly placed footsteps. The breeze continued during these sounds, but a few moments after the sounds ceased, the breeze followed.
Although there were no strange occuring noises in the tavern now, the strange aura of a presence inside the inn remained.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:39 pm
*Ali rose from his seat and turned in such a matter that the torn cape swayed violently to his left, his eyes looking around inside the bar for the sudden source of the new presence. The spirits? Probably, didn't matter though. He was ready for them.* Come out cowards.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:45 pm
Silence. Silence was the reply to Ali's words, the presence remaining inside the room simply watching him. It was not whom he expected, and the aura of the unknown being became soothing and kind, in hope to make itself known. He would know who it was, regardless of whether he chose to admitt and believe it or not.
The breeze returned, followed by a few more tapping sounds on the floorboards and what sounded like a long, quite exhale, almost like a long overdue sigh. The breeze remained this time, although very suttle and barely noticable.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:56 pm
* Ali looked around himself even more before he simply shrugged it off, just a restless spirit wandering around. Unable to harm him or others. He had seen worse things then ghosts, sick things and people in the worst parts of cities. Condemned buildings filled with rubble and rats, psychotic people as well who killed for fun. A restless spirit was hardly enough to put him high on hid edges.*
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:59 pm
Fox walks in and he was covered in a light mist of blood, Ali would know the smell it was Yawgmoth's He came in slowly and wiping some of it off of him self and then he headed over past the two of them and went to the sink to wash off.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:06 pm
With a small pop, Ziven appeared in the bar, her hand resting on the shoulder of a young boy. Looking down to him with a smile, she spoke to him. "And now we are returned to where we met last night. This is where I most often eat and drink - Would you care for something now?" she asked softly. Blue eyes then looked around the room, seeing there were a number of people present. She nodded her head to greet them, but made no effort to say anything.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:08 pm
Gerrick looked around and nodded. "Umm...s-sure....I'll eat anything, really...and some water please." He took a seat at the couch, a familiar spot to him. He had torn the sleeves of his shirt off, now staring at the symbols of Khorne and Slaanesh on his forearm with a bleak glance, wondering about who these gods were...and why he should choose to serve any of them for that matter.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:10 pm
Nodding she produced a glass of water for him. With a smile, she created a cup of tea for herself also and looked to him with a smile. "Of course. What would you like to eat?"
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:12 pm
".....Anything, really. I haven't eaten for a while now...something hot please.." Truth was he hadn't eaten for days save for scraps he stole, but he wasn't going to say he was a theif. Sighing, he stared into the fire and reached into his pocket, pulling out the last momento his father left: a holy symbol of Khorne. Gerrick pondered on it, asking himself why his father left a holy symbol of his god behind..
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:14 pm
The blood was mostly off of Fox now and he looked back in to the room adn saw that the boy from the night before was a wake now. He changed back in to his childish form and he headed over to Ziven and the boy. " What replacing me now?" He said as he looked at the two of them and smiled at the boy then at Ziven.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:14 pm
Who is the brat?* Ali spoke as he poured himself a drink, glancing up at Ziven afterwards as he settled the whiskey bottle back behind the bar counter. Waiting for a reply.*
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:20 pm
The door opens with a gust of wind, ryan walks in his hair longer now. His eyes were glowing gold. His hair and clohes ripple with the wind. he looks about. He smiled shaking his head. He loved making an entrance. He always had to keep thinking of newer ways to enter the main room.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:22 pm
Gerrick peeked over the couch, failing to recongize anyone but Ziven. Frowning, he sank a little lower, stringing the symbol around his neck and waited in silence for Ziven to return. She wasn't too far...but he wasn't keen on being alone for the moment.
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