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Rorschach and Prozac Captain
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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:40 pm
Under Fathers control, what was once a place of joy is now a place of work and organization. It's eerie, every house now looks the same, the streets are full of children, playing, the boys bouncing balls, the girls skpping rope, all in perfect rhythm. Too perfect.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:40 pm
~volunteers at the soup kitchen in the name of justice~
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Rorschach and Prozac Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:42 pm
*strolls down peasantville throwing out gold coins*
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:43 pm
Silverfang the Cursed *strolls down peasantville throwing out gold coins* Yay! Gold coins for all! ~pulls out some gold coins from her money pouch and pieces of the millennium puzzle throwing them all to peasants~
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Rorschach and Prozac Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:46 pm
*someone suddenly whispers something King Silvers ears and he rushes to the Forest*
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:47 pm
Silverfang the Cursed *someone suddenly whispers something King Silvers ears and he rushes to the Forest* ~watches and follows~
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Rorschach and Prozac Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:51 pm
((Off to the Forest Sub-forum!))
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 1:18 pm
-Glances around at the empty streets-
HEY!
-listens to the echo and laughs-
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 10:46 am
Finaly deciding to venture outside the castle, the Queen slips out the back door and makes her way into the nearby village. Night had fallen by the time she reached the first row of houses. Madison spilled out into the streets, taking the physical form of a foggy night and as she passed each house, her long, black painted, claw-like nails raked across the front door, leaving behind long ingraved gashes in the wood. This seemed to amuse Her Sadistic Magisty.
After an hour or so of taunting the village residents from their safe, warm beds, she waited, hiding amongst the fog for a villager to emerge from their abode. A couple, probably in their mid-thirties came out into the eerie, foggy night, leaving the front door open. This was the chance she had been waiting for.
As the man and woman searched the front of their house for the source of the loud scratching sounds they had heard, the faint sound of a little girl, giggling playfully echoed through the fog. Shortly thereafter, the form of what seemed the very girl they had heard moments before came skipping through the fog. The vision the couple saw was simply an image of Madison, herself, as a child. Madison used her 'fog child' illusion as a youngster to lure in her prey; this time, it was both for hunting, as well as a means of entertainment.
The woman moved out onto the street to confront the little girl, and soon vanished into the thick fog. During which time, Madison, who had remained entirely conceiled by the cover, emerged and slaughtered the woman in cold blood, draining her life-force then leaving the body in the stret momentarily. When his wife did not return, the man grew worried and set out after her, and he, too, was claimed by the fog, and in turn, drained of blood and breath.
Once she had taken her fill of the two, she carried the corpses back into the house. She laid the two in their bed and simply stared at her work in awe of her masterpiece until she heard the wailing of an infant in the next room.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 11:34 am
*stands in the fog, watching Queen Madison, sadly shaking my head*
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 2:49 pm
Madison slowly made her way into the next room where the infant was crying. For a long while, she just looked down at the bundled, sobbing mass in the crib. The baby looked up at her and instantly stopped crying. This puzzled Madison a bit, and she contemplated leaving the babe to starve.
Just as she turned away, the baby began to cry again, so her attention was returned to the baby and it stopped its crying. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she reached down and lifted the infant from the cradle, holding it to her chest. At that moment, Madison knew what she was going to do with the baby.
A faint grin crossed her black-painted lips before heading out of the house. She reached the street and turned toward the house. Spying Alara from the corner of her eye, her grin grew and she lifted a hand toward the house and it was instantly set ablaze. Madison quietly walked past Alara, carrying the now slumbering babe in her arms carefully, going back to the castle.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 6:52 pm
Aiyana walked through the foggy village looking for someone to feed on. It was that time again, the time she when couldn't resist the need for fresh blood. Because she disliked hurting people, she usually looking for willing victims, but there didn't seem to be anyone outside today.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 5:26 am
If you are looking for victims, look in the capital punishment area of the dungeon. They at least deserve it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 7:26 pm
Aiyana smiled at Alra, bearing her white fangs in the process. "Thank you for the info." she said as she walked away, making her way to dungeon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 8:29 pm
A_Dragon_Y Aiyana smiled at Alra, bearing her white fangs in the process. "Thank you for the info." she said as she walked away, making her way to dungeon. Just for you information, I am one really called Alara by Queen Madison. The others call me Ylsesalra or Advisor, whichever you prefer. Or you can call me Alara, whatever.
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