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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:33 pm
((NOTE: Ulthran Tower is in the deepest point of Andalusia. Characters entering this thread must post in Andalusia before entering the area. Characters foreign to Andalusia without special knowledge of the Tower or a guide to its location are unable to find it without 5 posts of searching. Native characters may locate the tunnel's entrance in two posts.
SECOND NOTE: It takes one extra post to reach the Tower from the tunnel when walking. It can be reached the in same post when running from its entrance.
FINAL NOTE: Posts made in this thread without following the above notes will be disregarded and deleted.))
In the deepest reaches of Andalusa, past the Sky Basin, plazas and even the defaced private quarters of the now dead Blood Barons, there is a wide tunnel. It's entrance is black, and no torches are lit past the adequate black portcullis that hangs like waiting teeth above the darkness.
The way down this tunnel is dark, and only gets darker as the last light from the last torches is swallowed in the blackness. It is wide enough to walk without fear of striking an obstacle, but still the pitch black makes it impossible for anyone to walk with ease unless they have a means to see.
Those who can see in the dark would notice measured rows of torchless sconces on the carved tunnels walls; decorations made of bone and ruby. Through this tunnel, it is damp and cool. There is a faint, faint scent of copper, aged but unable to escape this windless place. Blind eyes searching for any illumination would see ghostly pulses of blue-gray light along the floor. Further progress, and the lights grow barely brighter, rhythmically glowing in patches on the ground and walls. It would be enough light to see the spectral outline of the tunnel, comprehend it's size -some 10 meters wide and nearly 115 meters in length- and see its walls yawn out into greater darkness.
Only after reaching the far side of the tunnel does one truly grasp the nature of this place. In a cavern nearly as large as The Sky Basin, contours illuminated with the ghostlight of the cave fungi, is a large black tower. It reached up from the ground and into the cavern's rock fanged ceiling. The smell of blood is more apparent here than anywhere else. The echoes of water and unseen motion are swallowed in the space of the cavern; and other sounds almost like voices haunt its furthest spaces.
The tower's entrance no longer has a door. The mossy remnants of it remain shattered and discarded by its threshold. Beyond it is a short hall and then another door -this one intact and new. Beyond it lies a round chamber centered by an ornate table of stone surrounded by plush chairs untouched by the moisture outside. There is old blood on the floor; the walls; the chairs; the table; the tapestries. New maps, and documents are visible on the table , but unreadable in the nearly unnavigable darkness. Beyond, a breathtaking stair and banister carved from the tower rock itself, with naked stone etchings where gold was once inlaid. What lies beyond is best left unsaid.
This is was once the Ulthran Tower, The Blood Baron's unholy gathering place of sacrifice and slaughter. Here, they supped on the blood of children. Here, they charted they crafted the plans that brought the tribes into a century of slavery, and plotted their systematic rape of their culture and wealth. It was here where they planned their revenge against the Were-Serpent Azur and the Anima Krayth, and here where they made their final stand against the interlopers. rebellion. Here is where they died.
The tribesmen do not come here. No one does. It is said that the ghosts of all of Andalusia's dead sunk down into this place, and that Blood Barons still watch and whisper their commands. They do not. Simple shadow play and tricks of sound. Superstition is a powerful deterrent. Now, it is the Lord Krayth's war room, and place of sanctuary away from the palace. There is no place in Andalusia as dark as this, and he finds great comfort in that.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 6:29 pm
“I have foreseen your destruction.”
Without slowing her pace Rivkah moved down the tunnel, oblivious to the near pitch blackness surrounding her. With pounding heart and shallow breath, she moved through the tunnel with even steps.
Every step Rivkah took was accompanied by a flash to what had happened up ahead.The smell of blood becoming more pronounced as she ran. The images playing in her mind becoming more vivid, making her feel ill as she witnessed the blood gushing all over again.
Continuing her run, almost out of breath and will, Rivkah passed through the rotting remnants of a door long destroyed. Carefully picking her way through the remains of the door she continued at a walk now, aching to relax in her [his] sanctuary. With the metallic stench of old blood filling her nose, She pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, where new variations of the same smell assaulted her senses, almost making her dizzy.
She continued into the room, finally collapsing into a chair and slumping across the maps strewn across the table, a sense of peace slowly oozing into her being as she closed her eyes and waited for her heart to slow its wild pace.
"The dead shall rise. Then you will fall,"
Energy: 375/375
Skills used: N/A
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:43 pm
⇥| |⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙  He moved as silently as his time before birth; a fleeting shadow in the growing dim of the caverns.
With every step, his thoughts darkened. His face darkened. Left alone to his thoughts and the rhythmic footfall of his trek, he was a slave to the inescapable descent of his mind; the shame, the grief, the doubt... In the depths of his mind opened another door; knowledge of The Void, rising to clutch his face with its protective embrace. It became a funerary mask, shadows enfolding his features to become a faceless enigma... Anonymous in The Dark.
There was no means of consolation. Every step he took, he wished would be his last. To fall into the darkness he tread upon, and into the abyss where he might finally find peace. He tried, and Beyruun urged him to maintain it, but steady breath was lost in his mecca to Ulthran. [1/8]
A patrol passed close by, in the last caverns before the tunnel. He shyed from them, and pressed himself further into the blackness of shade. In the cool of the dark, the heat of his blood was all the more apparent. [2/8]His flesh and the organs that tortured his insides were agonizing.
Krayth found it hard to separate himself from the damp cold of the stone. As the patrol passed, he felt close to the darkness. [3/8] He could feel its slick, unsearchable inks gliding over his skin. It was his oasis; the only respite he had from the world around him. He slipped from his position against the cavern wall and pushed forward, fingers loose and eyes half shut as he ambled onwards. [4/8]
Finally, the mouth of the tunnel. The blessed, sanctimonious shield of pitch black. He did not run; he feared his footsteps might echo out the cavern. The Anima moved slowly - slower than he needed- feeling the darkness glide over him; growing thicker with every passing moment. [5/8] Like water, he could feel himself wading further into the feeling he knew best. Like traversing the void in a Shadow Step, but deeper. He could feel himself sinking, yet he was more aware than ever. Every abrasion of stone and rise of minerals at his feet registered in his soles. Each passing moment took him further from the world, and yet he somehow remained. [6/8]
It is to be and not to be. To know the world but walk it not.
Yes, he did not know this feeling but knew what it would be... this gripping sensation of disseminating his every fiber; spreading like the unwoven threads of a textile over its loom. He did not look at himself. Why would he? The thought of unraveling into nothing seduced him. [7/8]
It was then that he became aware. It was not his yearning imagination. It was the truth. He looked to see his hands; they were gone. His feet, gone. He, as flesh and bone and blood and heart, was no more. He rode on the causeway of shadow as nothing but itself. His siblings in shadow whispered unheard to him... the Black Tongue issued all around him. It was peace. More peace than he had known in the past three days. [8/8]
Only then did he realize that he was at his destination. The Tower loomed above him; the door... was... open... It did not register with him that this was not how things were; that he had always left the door shut. The way was open. He was free.
Were Rivkah conscious, she would not see him. Not until he fell to the table, whole again, and shaking with unrestrained agony at being alone; finally free to scream. And he did. He screamed like a man afflicted by torture. He howled like a wolf hip deep in the blood of its pack. No escape; no consolation. He faced the truth with lungs and eyes and heart erupting; his violent cries echoing upon through the tower until they reached back down to them, the bereaved echoes of the many dead. He couldn't find the time to breath. His fingers clutched the table so tightly he could feel his joints creak. Ever muscle flexed to combat the pressure; the anguish that was crushing him to death. The weight pressed one word from his mouth; strangled and haunted with such a power that it might wake the dead... and that was his most genuine wish.
"AZUR! AZUR!!!!"
He was as blind in the dark as she was. He had no desire to see. He wished to be consumed. He wished to cease to be.
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-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
[Move Silently]
[Anonymous] LEARNED
[Shadow Meld] LEARNED
-Energy-
*560/2400
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:32 pm
“I have foreseen your destruction.” Soothed into the place between waking and sleeping, Rivkah hovered, the dreams and memories not so scary in this safe place. They flowed through her, awaiting her analysis. Her own memories merging and twisting with the memories of the others, flooding her very soul until it was as if she had lived both lives. Her pain grew. The ache that filled her counterparts heart flooded her own. The lost love that was Azur. Every moment with her blazoned in her mind, filled her, the sorrow filled her as it had Krayth. Then the screaming began, jerking her out of her almost slumber, the pain fading as fast as it had flourished. She glanced about, the lack of light not making a difference to her sight, yet she could see him. Laying there in his anguish, alone and in so much pain, yet he was not alone, not completely.
The blind woman stood, moving in the darkness in silence. She climbed onto the hard, rough ancient wood of the table before her and crawled to him, kneeling behind him she stroked his hair, murmuring gently, even though he would doubtfully be able to hear her over his cries for Azur. Knowing touching him in this state could well result in personal injury, she stayed. She stayed first for her promise, but also because she could feel as he felt, his pain was her pain. The intensity of the heart ache overwhelming, though it was not her time to break. He needed this time and all she could offer was her presence, so she stayed. No matter what he would throw at her, she would stay. She would stay by his side and give him what was needed, try and sooth him through this pain so he could recover and in that recovering become stronger than ever before, for his people, for his nation. Supporting him in this time of need so he could reach his highest point, even through the darkness, even though he revelled in the dark as she could see, allowing it to cloud everything, she would stay.
She started to sing, softly, nonsensical words of nothing in the hopes of calming him, of soothing the wild beast before her, as to some that is how he could be perceived. It was how he had been perceived. A life of exile and only finding solace with the one, yet losing her so soon. She sang. She sang and stroked his hair. Hoping that somehow she would be able to provide this man, this strong, dark man, some sort of reprieve from the grief and the all-consuming sorrow. Whether he rejected her comfort or not, she would not leave him. Not now that she understood completely his heart ache, as she knew the pain she felt was just an echo of his pain.
"The dead shall rise. Then you will fall,"
Energy: 375/375
Skills used: N/A
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 7:19 pm
⇥||⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙ Within the abyssal black of the tower; his mind; his heart and his soul, the Anima cried. In all of his life; every waking and sleeping moment distilled into a neat record of existence, he had never wept with such abandon. His lament was deafening, and the tower only served to amplify the screaming from his lungs. He could not keep his eyes shut against the tears that rushed from them. He could not breath amidst the cries that reported without end. With every call of her name, the hope that she would respond withered further. Hope that the murder, and pain of so many had been worth anything at all died in him, knowing that after Sephra's head hit the floor that he had butchered and defiled a woman acting out of love. Her memories had exonerated her from the attack on Triwinds. He was simply a cold blooded monster, and it was his very own negligence that resulted in his Azur's death. Him. HIM. The fault was no one else's! The blame rested solely on him! His words could hardly be understood, so breathless and unshaped, but the meaning was there. "My beauty... My Blue Bascule..."Forgive me... forgive me...Beyruun was unable to speak or console its brother. It knew nothing of his loss, or any loss at all. As it struggled to communicate with him through the fatal sea of his sorrow, a hand reached out to him. An unseen and unsensed spirit of mercy, whose warm touch was a spotlight through his blackest night. His entire body convulsed at her touch; tension rapidly unraveling as his lungs drew their first full breath since his arrival. He said nothing more, and made no attempts to look up. He clutched at the hand. He held it as tight as he could; clinging to it in desperation as he sobbed. He held on like his life depended on it, and as a song began his cries softened. They did not lose their pain, but they descended into softer sobbing. He needed to hear the music as his head remained against the table, wetting its stone with ceaseless tears. ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙
-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
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*560/2400
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 3:55 am
“I have foreseen your destruction.”
Rivkah watched Krayth, her hand clamped tight in his. It was somewhat painful, but she didn't pull away, her voice never faltered as she sang to him, the words fading out as she voiced only the melody now. Her heart ached for him, he had lost his world, and as he quieted somewhat, she realized that her singing was reaching him.
After a few more minutes, the singing became quieter until she had stopped completely. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his brow as a mother would to a distraught child, "Krayth, I know it hurts, but you know it wasn't your fault. She was fighting for the desert, for your people, just as you did. It isn't your fault that she died. She wouldn't blame you." Rivkah couldn't take her sight from his signature, "I know how you are feeling Krayth. You made sure I would, but you know this won't bring her back. Do you think someone like Azur, who spent so much time searching for revenge, would want you to break when there is still a war to be won? She loved this desert, as you do, and she loved you more than anything. Let's honor her by finishing what they started. This will never be over until we kill them all. She deserves to be avenged..."
"The dead shall rise. Then you will fall,"
Energy: 375/375
Skills used: N/A
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 12:09 pm
⇥||⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙ His grip on Rivkah's hand didn't relax. Even as her song faded back into silence, his weeping echoed mournfully up the tower walls. It was only at the sound of her voice that he raised his head from the table. It was a mere inch; enough to lift his face from the puddle it rested in. He gathered what breath he could, and turned to face the soul beside him. It was Rivkah... and how she came to be here or why was unknown to him, but he did not care. As Liliana had before, she knew him. There was nothing he hid from her, and now her mind would always have his memories. He had cursed her... just as he had cursed himself.
"I inspired her to revenge, I put such thoughts of retribution in her mind... she became like me because she loved me, and now she is gone. I will avenge her. I will!"
He couldn't maintain his composure. He didn't want to. He allowed himself to continue to weep, and his words were muddled in that grief. "But it never gives me peace, Rivkah! It never brings them back! No matter who I kill or how, this hole will never fill. She was my life! My tie to this world; to the future I had always wanted..."
He clutched his face and howled. "All I want is her! I need her! No amount of revenge will bring her back... nothing in my life can give me what I want... How am I to live with that - with the knowing there will never be peace? That all that was good is now gone? How..."
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-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
-Energy-
*560/2400
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:53 pm
“I have foreseen your destruction.”
Rivkah's heart filled with the sorrow she could see in his eyes, yet he had things confused, didnt he?
"Krayth, remember that first time you saw her. Her eyes were filled the desire for blood and destruction, the need for revenge. Just as you were. Besrim hurt her as much as he hurt you. You did not plant that in her. That was not your fault. She chose her path. You were of a kind. Kindred spirits. No matter what comes to pass, she will always be here," She said, placing her hand above Krayth's heart. "She will live on as long as you honor her memory. She loved these people as much as you do, did she not? Was her desire to protect them, and save the wildings from any future pain and war?"
As he wept, her heart ached. There were no words she knew to help him with his pain. This had never been her life yet all she wanted in this moment, was to take his pain away so he could smile. “If anyone is to fault for her death it is Besrim, for seeding that need for revenge in her, and Grix, for sending his armies to your land and setting them to ripping it apart. She was doing as any lady should do for her land. I am sure she put up a good fight, and many fell before her. I would stake my life that her only regret would have been not being able to say goodbye to you.” With that said, Rivkah lapsed into silence, her pale hand still resting on his chest. A single tear rolled down an ivory cheek.
"The dead shall rise. Then you will fall,"
Energy: 375/375
Skills used: N/A
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 10:20 am
⇥||⇤The Black Knife | Master | Lord of The Devil's Eye Desert | Anima | Dark Avenger
Strength= 8 (9 wielding Beyruun)| Speed= 10 ❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙❚❚❚❙❙❙
The Anima shook his head violently, clutching his skull to keep it from exploding. "No! I - I... I could have changed her... I..." There came a dread realization. He could not have. He was so filled with rage and hate and revenge then -so much like today- that there was no way he could have changed her perspective. It was not possible. The past had been written... it had been fate. Fate. Was it the Gods responsible for threading him into the darkest shades of Rykros' tapestry? He groaned, and could not bring himself to stand. He physically recoiled from her touch as her hand lay over his heart, and as she mentioned Besrim's name his breath caught in his lungs.
The gentle slope of Her belly, slashed open from the blade of a knife. Her insides outside, peeking up at him from her separated scales. Remembering that... the fury coiled in him. How dare she say his name. How dare this woman evoke his name! He seized his chair to busy his hands and keep them from the Seer's throat. How could she act as if she knew the man who took everything from him in life and once again in death?? Her belly... the knife... the cut. His handiwork, from beyond the grave.
Yet Krayth realized in agony that she had every right. She knew him as he knew himself. She knew Azur as he knew her... a revelation that chilled his boiling blood. Beyruun slowly rose from inside the collar of his shirt, at its brother's command. In the dark, its shape was meaningless... but Rivkah would feel it reach out, and take her outstretched hand. In silence, it drew her palm back to his heart. The Void Lord's sigh collapsed him. He fell back in his seat, limp and defeated. Forces beyond his control had place him here, in this present that not a gift, but a blight on him. Only two stood beside him... his darker half, and this Seer who knew him completely yet not at all. He covered his eyes with trembling fingers as she mentioned Azur's final moments. "Please, stop... It is done. She is dead..."
And it struck him like lightning. Her power. Her knowledge. The Dead Lands... and the ghosts of necromancy possessed him. He had been so blinded by his grief, he had not even thought that... "I can bring her back..." said the Anima, his voice washed clean of disbelief and mended with mighty resolve. He looked at Rivkah in the impenetrable shadows. Part of his Master... part of his purpose... "I can bring her back! I will bring her back to me!"
She could feel his heart racing fast and hard beneath his ribs. He clutched her hand with both of his. His words were filled with hope amidst the blinding dark... but omens of doom hung in the still cavern air.
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-Condition-
Uninjured
-Skills Used-
-Energy-
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 3:07 pm
Liliana moved along, guided by Krayth's memories and her connection to him. "Did you ever gain the true identity of the one who turned you, Dominic?" she asked as she walked.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 3:11 pm
Dominic shakes his head slowly as she asked the question."His name... His name I could never remember it. He only told me when he had turned me...I was fading in and out so I cant remember." He said putting his hands in his pockets, she would be able to see if it was in there so maybe it could work out.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 3:36 pm
Liliana peeked in deeper to Dominic's past, trying to spot a name. It would help if there was a common thread of pain between him and Devil's Eye but she couldn't seem to find it for now. About to say something, the expanse of the tunnel opened up into the yawning cavernous space of the tower. Liliana's eyes searched out, lighting upon Krayth's and Rivkah's energies. Approaching them, Liliana could hear the thoughts churning through Krayth's mind. "Try to stay behind me," she said quietly before reaching them. "Krayth, that would not be the best idea..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:12 am
“I have foreseen your destruction.”
Rivkah flinched back as krayth recoiled from her touch, the smooth touch of Beyruun on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, yet at the same time she knew it. Not bonded to the weapon, the creature, the being, as Krayth was, yet she knew it hungered, and knew its ties to the dark side of Krayth. If not for Krayths ties to the weapon through his blood, through his nature, then he would have grown up in a happy healthy home, yet Beyruun helped him, so conflicting emotions towards it warred for dominance. The memories she shared, however, made her love the creature more than loathe it. How could se ever hate something that ad been with him through everything in his life?
The thougt of bringing Azur back to life sent a trill of joy through her as it had through Krayth, however, she could see the downsides more than he could… “It may be a possibility, but you would not be able to birth her into her own skin…” Rivkah startled as Liliana entered with another. “His idea may not be the greatest, but it gives hope…” She frowned as she sensed the other. “Krayths idea may not be sound or wise, however it is born of love. What did you base the decision to bring a vampire into our most secret place?” She asked, venom marring her voice as she spat the word vampire, as if it were a foul tasting lump she had been forced to taste.
“I see no wisdom in bringing a stranger into our sanctuary,” The fact she was saying our instead of his, escaped her completely, as the memory’s blurred, and she felt at home here in his dark fortress. “I think you should take him back to whatever hell place you dragged him out of.” A second of thought. “Unless, you have brought him as an offering to Beyruun… in this place of vampire death, it would be fitting.
"The dead shall rise. Then you will fall,"
Energy: 375/375
Skills used: N/A
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:51 am
 Dominic㊋Czar"This is a curse, Not a Blessing. This power, cause me my pain. Revenge... Power...Justice.. Is all I want"→ Dominic slowly walked behind Liliana as they came to the tower, he said nothing or did really nothing beside keeps his eyes on liliana and where the hell he was walking. His body felt odd in this place, he felt like he could smell the blood that wasnt filled these halls and the scent of kin around him. Dominic quickly be came uncomfortable when he spots a man and women talking before Liliana. He kept his tongue as he listened to what liliana had said to the man. His crimson eyes watched as the girl words spat like venom at him, truly these people had a great hate for this cruse. Dominic sighed as he thought of what he should do in return for her spiteful comments towards him, truly he wanted to explain and maybe rant alittle but that would do very little to help him at this time.
Taking his left hand out of his pocket he brushes hair out his face and stays quiet, he was starting to get the Thirst and the last thing he wanted to do was drink the blood liliana had gave him infront of them. But something made him think, the girl had said vampire death... but he could feel more death than just mere vampires here. The tower gave him something more haunting than just the beast with his curse... It suddenly hit him, the Barons had stayed here. The place before him was where the Barons had once stayed, It was genius! Underground and no way for true sunlight to come in and with it being underground there was very few ways in and those were hidden.... He hated to think it but they knew what they were doing once they came down here. Dominic slowly shook the thought.. they were monsters not men.. He shouldnt thinking in such a way towards them ←
 Energy Levels and Skills used;Normal Energy Levels, Max EnergyWho I'm with:Liliana, A man named "Kyath" and a girlMy mood is:Keeping calm but on guard{ Out. of. character; }
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:21 pm
"It is one of false hope and torment," Liliana said, blocking their view of Dominic so he would be able to quickly gulp down the blood. "Remember yourself, Rivkah. Don't become an Echo." She looked back to Krayth. "I know it's hard to handle loss but if Fate deemed it so, you can't go against it. There are too many things that can go wrong and it would only cause you more pain," she said in a quiet tone. "And if you tear her from the fabric of Fate, you can possibly cause your people more pain as well."
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