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 Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:53 pm
~A large black cast iron gate looms over the road. In the gate is a cemetary. The place where warriors passed have been buried, and warriors of future will be buried. It does look very sinister in the dark, and few people dare to venture in there, becuase people often talk of noises from within. Those that do go in often have a story to tell around a camp fire afterwards...~
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:01 pm
~Anna wanders over to the sinister, forbidding gate of the cemetary. She looks inside~
If only my parents could have had a grave where those who knew them could mourn them and leave them flowers which would not be disturbed. People of the village claim this place is haunted and evil, but I don't believe it. Although the people who lay in here may have been evil, only their bodies are kept here. Most likely their spirits, if they stayed, have left. Besides, I have encountered far worse. The screams of a hundred people falling of a cliff, trapped in a train, magnified by my fear as I slept in the forest at night. Could this really be worse?
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Requiem of Antiquity Crew
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:05 pm
Anna slowly opens the gate and walks in. She walked among the tombs, silently giving respect for each life taken and the pain it left behind. Sooon the sun started to sink and a cold mist started to appear. Anna turned around to go back to her home. Then she heard a noise behind her. She spun around and saw a large dark figure in the mist. "Hello?" she called.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:08 pm
~On the way to the Dojo, Hawk saw Anna by the gates. He stood next to her~
A beautiful plave, full of friends and foes. But trust me, in the day time this is a place of fond memories and rememberances, but at night it is not this, it is not safe. Lost and trapped souls remain here, and it is best that you do not
~Hawk walked on, hoping that she would heed him~
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:09 pm
"Strange," thought Anna as the shape seemed to fade away. She turned back and started to walk faster then she had before. After a little bit, she realized she should have been out by now. The fog was getting thicker and she thought she heard rustling nearby. She started to run. She pulled out her sword in case she should need it, but she did not, for she soon found the gate. As she walked out, the fog seemed to clear and she turned back to the graves. The fog was still in the cemetary and she blamed that and the setting sun for the slight movement she saw.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 1:48 am
~Hawk opened the cast iron gate and entered. It was day, and the grave yard was forlornly beautiful. He sat on a bench, opposite was a grand mausulium, his fathers resting place. He sat there a while, then stood and left, to the tavern~
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 4:30 am
~Two deep red eyes watched hawk leave the cemetery from the branches of a large yew tree drenched in shadows. The perfect place for Drucashti to sit until night came and he could move to the tavern. Drucashti enjoyed the graveyard, not because it was filled with dead people, but because it was fun to scair others when the fog appeared at night.~
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 2:04 pm
*A bright soft light can been seen though the mist. The light is coming from a large orb just above the door to a small magic shop that is just on the edge of the cemetary. The light gets lighter and lighter as the mist gets closer and closer. The mist stops as it just reaches the light. Onio-n looks out the window.*
Ha, you will never reaches this shop you evil undead. With the power of this orb protecting me, I am safe from you.
*He laughs and walks off in to the shop*
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 1:39 am
~Hawk walks past the cemetary in the daylight, he looks at his fathers tomb of stone. He thinks he sees a piece of paper, tangled in some thorns and thistles. However, in a rush, he walks on by~
Probably just another piece of rubbish
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 4:39 am
~Hawk walks towards the cast iron black gate of the cemetary. The night was dark and the mist swirls were thick. He reluctantly entered the grave yard, heading towards his fathers Mausulium. his Katana was in his hand, and on the scroll he had was written the spell that he would need to cast.~
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2005 4:43 am
Hawk the Ripper ~Hawk walks towards the cast iron black gate of the cemetary. The night was dark and the mist swirls were thick. He reluctantly entered the grave yard, heading towards his fathers Mausulium. his Katana was in his hand, and on the scroll he had was written the spell that he would need to cast.~ ~As the mist thickened Hawk saw several shapes around him, or rather, felt them. Looking in the direction of one of these, he cast the spell, then holding his breath from fear he jumped foreward and his sword stuck the strange entitiy. Hawk held the stone in his hand, he turned and ran out the cemetary, closing the iron gate behind him~
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