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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 8:50 pm
"I see you truly are quite the braggart, aren't you? Well, I suppose for someone like you, confidence is helpful. I'll need your help to protect me on the battlefield. My spells can be quite devastating, but require some time to prepare." I reply to Mazurn.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:43 pm
Willow:
You find something better than passages or a door: a staircase leading up. It is between Christeo, the God of Order, and Joandis, the Goddess of Chaos.
Layla:
You find the center of the city to be a great cathedral, the doors of which are ajar. As you look upon it, a memory comes to mind: your character's manor, which is designed to look like a cathedral from the outside. You remember days of walking around it as a child, cared for by the maid, who always seemed just barely older than you.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:52 pm
I walk into the city very military like, seeking cover, and checking around corners before advancing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:57 pm
I pull out my dagger and move slowly beyond the forge to find the source of the noise.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:15 pm
this memories start to interest me, they seem to feel so... real. It seems that there are certain events that trigger these memories... but what I could tell... my character's pasted seemed to be rather religious... and probably rebellious. I step into the Cathedral and look around.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:24 pm
Claw:
Other than corpses and the other players, nothing is present. As you maneuver around, you end up at the armor shop. Looking in, you feel that you could easily make better armor than those. Next, you end up by the deli. Suddenly, you feel rather hungry...
Nyx:
As you move toward the back of the forge, you see a staircase, mostly like leading up to the owner's flat. You identify the sound as crying.
Layla:
Inside, you find several statues dedicated to various gods and goddesses of the Universal Religion, the world's only religion. To the right, you can see the God of Death, Ghuran. In the middle are Christeo (to the left of a staircase), the God of Order, and Joandis (to the right of the staircase), the Goddess of Chaos. You find Sylane about one-quarter of the way between Joandis and Ghuran (when moving your eyes from left to right), suggesting that Sylane was a fairly chaotic goddess.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:29 pm
"I don't see the harm in it, unless the food is all rotten, then not even a squirel would eat it!" I then walk into the deli, and look around.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:30 pm
I move slowly up the stairs. Crying...?
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:44 pm
Claw:
The deli is filled with meats, cheeses, and other assorted food items that most commoners could afford with relative ease. They are all packaged with care, and do not seem damaged in the least.
Nyx:
At the top of the stairs, you find a young female anthro cat, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:46 pm
I admire the architecure of the cathedral, noting that this was build for all of the deities rather then just one. I look around for any signs of enemy occupation. The enemy flag was flown here, but I was surprised that there was no soldiers thus far... surely there were still some looters, though...
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 10:49 pm
I put my dagger away edge closer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:00 pm
I then use my amazing skills at making sandwiches to, well make myself a sandwich.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:17 pm
Layla:
You see the black-haired girl looking at the staircase between Christeo and Joandis. Other than this, there is no one in the main chamber.
Nyx:
As you approach, a floorboard creaks. Immediately, the anthro cat's ears twitch. She looks at you, frightened, and quickly crawls away backwards, never taking her eyes off of you and curling up under the table. No one else is in the room.
Claw:
You create an amazing triple-decker sandwich with the finest meats, cheeses, and assorted garnishes. As you look at it, sitting on the counter, you feel that it is surely fit for a king! And could feed two commoners at once...
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:20 pm
"No, hey, hey! It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:25 pm
After admiring my work, I take my heltmet off and gently place it on the table then, I devor my sandwich.
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