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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:43 pm
::Aniur gives a small nod of approval towards her students, then shift slightly on her heels to face the cooks. She allows her eyes to wander down the line of people, then back up again until they fall upon the head cook.::
Thank you very much for all you have done. For the next few weeks, we shall be cooking for you. Consider it a gift for this first night of a wonderful meal.
::Bowing, she turns back to the students, still standing as she looks down the table. The abbey staff silently leaves to tend to their own meals and clean up. With a small sigh, she leans forward, resting her hands flat on the table to either side of her plate. The upcoming trials would prove to be difficult, but so was anything else in life worth doing. She would teach them in the same way she had been taught by the finest warriors among Bith. Whether the teachings actually took would be up to the individual.::
I would also like to thank you for doing what you just did. Within that action was a lesson that you will have to learn well in order to protect yourselves properly. You first lesson is respect. Respect for those around you, respect for yourselves and respect for your weapons whether they be steel or magic. You might not think of this as anything important right now, but it will come in handy in the future. When you respect your weapons you are careful with them and understand that while they can protect you, they can also cause harm to you. This might seem trivial, but its the most obvious of things that people forget to take into account in the heat of battle. With that said, sparring will take place tomorrow. I am the steel against steel, but not all you are of that persuasion. A friend of mine from my home country will be joining us. She is a cleric named Ceanne. She will be the magic against magic. I expect you up bright and early tomorrow. After dinner you may have free time to roam the halls or perhaps go outside in the cool night's air. I would suggest the library. You may eat now. Please eat your fill and relax for the night in whatever way you wish.
::Quietly, she heads into the kitchen to gather her thoughts amongst the rhythmical clanking of the pots and pans. One of the bakers hands her a cup of tea with a small smile and they proceed with idle chatter as they lean against an unoccupied wall. Their conversations ranged from the currently blooming flowers to staff gossip. Lately though they had been focusing on the influx of students who had been overrunning the abbey. Aniur tried her best to glean any bit of wisdom she could from the shrewd older woman. She might be well taught, but nothing could replace experience.::
((Note: HAH, take that! now you're going to have to really think about this next set of posts. You get a few to wander around at night and then perhaps one or two in the morning before we actually get down to business. Ceanne is another character of mine that I will be bringing in. She's quite a bit different from Aniur so don't assume anything. This will also act as an illustration of how to have different characters with different personalities. The spar should be a lot of fun too. We will work as a group on rp fighting and defending. I will teach you to properly attack and defend. :3 Oh and I'll be sure to do some grading tomorrow. its late though and I need to work on my guild a bit. :3 Remember, invites for all once you finish tutoring. I can't wait to have you all there.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 10:28 am
Aeros Endeem Aurak hears a small ring and snaps his head around to look at the paladin, holding a small, silver bell in her hand. Faintly he hears the pad of footsteps. Shortly a group of chefs appear in a rush, slowing down and moving to their assigned possitions by each person. Aurak Looks around a little, the chefs seem to be standing too stiff to be comfortable. Out of his right Peripheral vision, he sees a young woman approach him with some large pillows. Aurak watches her give him a delicate bow. Bringing his right hand from behind his back and transfering the picture to his left hand simultaneously, he takes the pillows with a great amount of respect and watches her bow again. "Th-Thank you." He says quietly and turns back to the mistress to hear what she has to say. Quote: These people took the time out of their day to create for you. It is their passion, their art and their life. I asked you to not be late in order to show them the well deserved respect they have earned. Would you tell them to their face that you were late, thus perhaps ruining what they have put so much in to? Aurak looks back to the chefs and to the other guests, the chefs stands still as stone statues. Looking back to the paladin, he thought. Well, I wasn't technically late. I arrived in here on the stroke of six, so that shouldn't count me as late... right?Quote: Before we begin, anything, I will ask that you show your respect to them in whatever way you wish. You must do this though. It is your first lesson. Showing respect to even those viewed as quite low in society is vital. He looks confused at the paladin a bit then realized what she was saying. I see now! He thought happily. This is like a test almost. A test to see how one would react or interact in different situations, using this abbey as the school. Hmm, Interesting. Smiles lightly at the paladin, understanding completely. Quote: I believe the phrase “Treat others as you would wish to be treated.”, sums it up. From the right side of him, Aurak sees the chef by him place the dome-covered plate in the center of the table, then watches that chef line up against the wall with some of the others. He sets the pillows so that he balances them on his right hand, he uses his other hand to pick up the chair and bring it around behind himself, then places it back down on the floor. Now where the chair once stood, is an empty spot to place the down pillows. Placing them down one at a time until he had no more, he counts three pillows were brought to him. Aurak turns back around to see that chair hasn't moved from it's spot, he picks up and light-weighed chair and takes it over to a chef, seeing as he won't be using it.. Walking back to his spot, halfway there, the picture he was holding stealthly slips from his hand and floated towards the paladin and skids about three feet closer to her. He stops behind his spot and turns to the chefs and bows to them respectively, before turning back around and waits at his spot. He looks at the paladin, waits for what she'll do next. Then something diverts his attention. A little scent... a sweet smell of meat... one that tickled his nostrils a bit. He took in that wonderful scent, that wonderful smell a little. Mmmm... I smell pork, beef, lamb and chicken. Mmmm, tasty. Aurak licks his teeth underneath his lips, saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth, now a little eagar to start eating. "You have to wait before you can just start." He reminded himself He nods to himself a little, regaining his control and looks back at the paladin. ((WOW! I think this is one of my longest posts EVER! Deugaro also gave me a helping hand. Thanks man! ^_^)) Quote: Shortly a group of chefs appear in a rush, slowing down and moving to their assigned possitions by each person. Quote: Shortly a group of chefs appear in a rush, slowing down and moving to their assigned possitions abreast to one another.
Otherwise, its a wonderful post. You did so much there with the detail and maneuvering of your character, it was even slightly comical, which is always a plus. That aspect tends to make for a good read. While it not mandatory that you character be seen in a comical light, it shows that they are fallible and thus prone to some sort of weakness. Makes for a more dynamic character.
Oh and yes I did note the picture when you dropped it, but because it was not mine it was of no consequence, that and you guys are stressful to Aniur so she's pretty wrapped up in her thoughts right now. Did you noticed that she doesn't even eat right away and instead leaves and opts for a cup of tea instead? :3 Anyways, stellar job. I don't expect you to post like this every time, but it was pretty impressive to see you do it so well.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:18 am
Squireof the son (Sorry about the mix up. For some reason I thought Deugaro was a dragon-kin. Ooops. My fault. Also, I might be allowed on more often soon. Hoping for it. I edited my character’s history a little. Same basics though. Just changed a few details. Also, helps him fit in with the story and how exactly he got here, or anywhere for that matter.) Liran turned around after the guy entered the kitchen. Shortly afterwards, the dark vibe vanished. Weird. The vibe vanished. Liran thought. A ringing noise and the sound of several feet snapped him back to reality. Liran turned and saw several cooks walked in with silver platters in their hands. The cooks moved gracefully, and with great skill across the room and set the platters down on the wooden table with a light clank. The paladin/mistress started to speak with an authoritative tone: “These people took the time out of their day to create for you. It is their passion, their art and their life. I asked you to not be late in order to show them the well deserved respect they have earned. Would you tell them to their face that you were late, thus perhaps ruining what they have put so much in to?”Liran began to flush because he was guilty of the crime. She continued on: “Before we begin, anything, I will ask that you show your respect to them in whatever way you wish. You must do this though. It is your first lesson. Showing respect to even those viewed as quite low in society is vital. I believe the phrase ‘Treat others as you would wish to be treated.’, sums it up.”The bible popped into his mind. He couldn’t think of where he heard that or something similar in the bible. The movement of everyone snapped him back to reality once more. Liran walked slowly up to the cooks along the brick wall with his head hanging low in despair and humility. Liran began to speak with a tone of humility, and spoke softly, but loud enough all the cooks can hear: “I’m sorry for my lateness. Please forgive me. I will work for your forgiveness if you wish. Just ask what will need to be done and when and I’ll do it. Thanks for the great meal. May the lord be with you.”Liran turned around and walked slowly up next to Raoden‘s seat and sat down. Liran forgot Raoden was even there. Liran looked around at the glimmering platters set in front of everyone. He bowed his head and started his prayer of thanks. (Yeah. One I believe that is truly worthy for posting) Quote: The vibe vanished. Liran thought Quote: Weird. The vibe vanished..., Liran thought.
Um, lets see. What bible are you talking about? In this particular thread I've allowed there to be many gods and goddesses, so perhaps in your next post you might explain which religion you choose. It could be a real religion or a made up one. For instance, the island country Aniur comes from is watched over by 10 gods and goddesses that are of the chaotic, lawful or neutral positions. Her goddesses Ceras and Rem are the neutral twins of healing and death respectively born of a union between the lawful and chaotic families. The last note I would give you is to remember to not use the same word for the beginning of several sentences in a row. You can write your original post before submitting it like that, but I ask you to please make sure you go back and change your words around so you don't start all your sentences with the name of your character. It just gets really hard to read after a while, Liran does this, Liran does that, Liran herds small kitty cats?
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Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
Thats about it. Really glad to have you back. :3 It was a little too quiet without you around.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:48 am
Deugaro (Heh Seiryu and Suzaku are supposed to help each other! Right Aeros? I understand what you are saying that I forgot to put in, I get this sudden burst of inspiration and then when I need detail poof. Gone. I'll try to put detail back onto the gauntlet. ... er, Would you be mad if I said I borrowed the your writing form on your bio?) Deugaro removed his talon from the ground. Dirt had ground it's way into it's rough texture, turning it from charcoal to a dark brown. He grunted and picked up his discarded gauntlet, it's obsidian sheen dull under the dying sun. He pulled back his red cloak and set the metal on his hand and closed three rings underneath the armor's hood that kept it close to his arm and respun the three locks. Hearing the satisfying clank of locking metal he set about getting back to the Garden Shrine. He started by removing the top half of his clothing, exposing his torso to the world. A red muscle shirt was the last article of clothing for his upper half, minus his headband. It slowly unraveled from his shoulders, sliped around his chest and stomach and finally stretched out behind him. They were great wings of vermilion hue, a trade mark of who he was. The Phoenican tied everything together in his cloak and held it tightly in his talon. "Why did I bother bringing the kettle?", He asked aloud. "My brew needs no contamination, and that means it needs to be made in a room... I'll have to make do with the kitchens." He raised his feathered appendages high before bringing them down sharply, sending him high into the air and creating a large dust cloud underneathe him. He glided for a short while in the general direction of the Shrine, the occasional flap to keep him airborne, and soon arrived in the Shrine's courtyard. He calmly reclothed himself and set off towards the abbey once more, making small adjustments to his wear. From here he could hear the sounds of dinner occuring, the scaping of silverware on plates, the unveiling of main courses... That was no place for him, someone who couldn't even taste food. His eyes drifted to a rampart wall that looked to be in the best shape. "I'll just have to begin my medicine's cooking up there... nothing should get into it." Even now he took his time, admiring the sights and sounds of evening life, on his way to the walls. The quiet man picked up stray pieces of wood he could use for kindling and soon had an armful that could keep a fire going throughout the night. His small area for his camp was soon set up, his borrowed kettle filled with water from his canteen and his mixture of herbs. Deugaro took out a piece of flint and striked it against his talon, creating enough sparks to light up the large ball of dry grass he had scrounged up. A normal person would have yawned by now, but Deugaro could never sleep. His closed eyes played him nightmares of a past life that would shake even the most cruel of people. He couldn't even enjoy death as it brought him back into life almost as quickly as he died. "Who is enough of an idiot to actually want eternal life?" He asked the wind bitterly. He would recieve no answer.
As for the post, its fantastic. There was good flow, good tempo, good detail, you name it. Just great. I think you've more than earned this rank up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:17 pm
((I hope the school is still open?))
Avas sneezed a couple of times and grumbled. The sun had long set and he had arrived later than expected. He was cold and tired. Everything seemed to have gone wrong but his heart still pounded excitedly as he stared hard at the rusty gate.
This is it my friend Avas, this is it. He thought and lightly pushed the gate. It creaked open, revealing a breathtaking view. Avas stared again, this time harder. Oh god... if this is a dream, please do not let me wake up.
It took him a couple of minutes before he gathered enough of his wit to pinch his cheek, which made him cursed, and then entered the compound. Avas closed the gate behind him and took a step forward. He grinned. "Father must be having fits about right now." He muttered and took a step forward again. He closed his eyes and inhaled as much as his lungs let him to.
"At last, the sanctuary of knowledge."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:21 pm
No_1_cares A Ronin walking down the path finds himself lost in thought. Only those who are strong may endue what lies ahead...Perfect. He walks on, his hand resting on his Katana whilst moving fluidly through his surroundings, his traditional Japanese Kimono flowing loosely with his movements. Upon reaching the heavy wooden door he opens it and steps inside the monastery, speaking with a voice that echoes through the empty hall. "Hello?" Smelling food and hearing voices emerging from the dining hall he proceeds to wander through the monastery searching for it, taking in the scenery that harkens back to ancient Japan, the place of his birth. As he enjoys the scenery he discovers the door to the dining room slightly ajar and he quietly slips between the two wooden doors, unnoticed except by the cooks who stand on the opposite wall, quietly taking a seat on the cold stone floor away from the others, head lowered in dishonor. Sitting there he begins thinking, I've missed the serving, I cannot join them, it would dishonor those that have made the meal.
Um, this is a good solid post. You seem to have a good grasp on basic grammar and the workings of the English language, so let's focus on fluidity and technique.
First up:Quote: A Ronin walking down the path
Let's see, what else. Katana should not be capitalized unless it is the name of your weapon. While a katana is a particular type of sword it holds no true significance as a personal object unless it has a name. Then it would become a proper noun. I would though like to see some background on your sword if you name it. It would be horribly interesting.
On the same note, you do not have to note that a kimono is Japanese, nor do you have to capitalize it. Just putting kimono is fine.
Now, other people have established this is a abbey of many gods, goddesses and cultures so this: Quote: taking in the scenery that harkens back to ancient Japan, the place of his birth. Quote: taking in sights around him, some of which echoed the place of his birth, Japan.
Ah, one last thing thing. Quote: As he enjoys the scenery he discovers the door to the dining room slightly ajar and he quietly slips between the two wooden doors, unnoticed except by the cooks who stand on the opposite wall, quietly taking a seat on the cold stone floor away from the others, head lowered in dishonor. Quote: As he enjoys the scenery, he discovers the door to the dining room slightly ajar and he quietly slips between the two wooden doors. Unnoticed expect by the cooks who stand at the opposite wall, he quietly takes a seat on the cold stone floor away from the other's with his head lowered in dishonor.
Well, good job. It was a decent opening, interesting read. You can chatter, but make sure that if you are its tacked on as OOC to your posts so we aren't getting a bunch of fluff in between real posts.
Questions, comments, bitching? Voice it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:39 pm
Omirao Raoden jumped slightly when he hear the ring of the bell. He looked around, startled as the cooks flood from behind the woman. He tensed, flustered as he watched the procceedings enfold. He'd never been faced with this kind of situation before. What should he do? What would bring the least amount of attention to himself? He stood staring at the food on the table, the conflict and confusion obvious on his face, his fists clenched, and his shoulders tense. I don't know what to do! he wailed mentally. How could he bring himself to face people after he'd spent so much of his life avioding contact?
Hello my dear, shall we?Quote: ...startled as the cooks flood from behind the woman.
Remember, don't begin two or more sentences in a row with the same word. Your next sentence could have been:Quote: Tensing, he became flustered as he watched the proceedings unfold.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:56 pm
TwoDou Van watched the other guests get up and give the chefs their due. Feeling shamed by how the others were giving their praise, he knew there was only one thing he had to give. Van sought out the chef that had placed the delicious smelling food before him, he bowed deeply and said, "I, unfortunately, have nothing to give you as a token of appreciation. I sincerely hope that for the moment my gratitude will suffice." He raised from his bow and turned on the spot heading back to his seat. Keeping his gave low Van hoped to keep others from seeing his humiliation. He deserves so much more than just my thanks, but I had nothing to give.((I would have posted sooner, but I just got power back this morning crying I was off since Thursday morning.))
Hmm, good post. :3 Very, very good. Short, sweet, no problems what so ever. One more solid post like this and I'll bump you up to advanced.
Good work. Really use the fact in your next post that you have food in front of you now and also have some reserved free time. Post wisely. :3
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:56 pm
((thanks for the assessment, I'm still kinda new to the whole literate RP environment.))
Seeing the paladin make her way to the kitchen he follows, unsure of the consequences and not caring for he would bear the burden of the others, he felt it was his duty. Stepping up to where Aniur and the head chef stood he bows to them. Being older than he appeared through the gift of Okimishu, the god of life, he has seen the future become past but holds true to his roots. His voice humble he speaks to both the teacher and the cook. "Excuse me Sensei Aniur, but their burden shall be my own. I was the latest of the group and do not deserve to enjoy the fine meal the most honored chefs have prepared. I would like to cook the meals for those here." Turning to the head chef he produces a book, old and well used and presents it to him. "In this you will find dishes from the far reaches of the globe, some you will undoubtedly know, others will be as new to you as the rising of the sun each day." Rising from his bow he turns not toward the way he entered but towards the back of the kitchen making his way to the training grounds for the upcoming sparring matches. The training grounds, the very thing that reminded him of the Meji Era, drew his attention as soon as he had entered the sacred place. Bowing to the straw training dummy as he would a real opponent he moves with a speed and precision that only comes from years of intensive training, though his swiftness was a gift from Okami, the god of winds.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:10 pm
Van savored the amazing scent of the food before he dug in. It was the most delicious meal that he had eaten for a long time. I truly MUST find a way to repay the chefs! Much sooner than he would have liked, the food was gone. Sighing dejectedly he got up from the meal and took his dishes to the kitchen, it was the least he could do. Afterwards he walked to the library and began the tedious quest for the scrolls and books on his list. As predicted most were as bizarre as their names had suggested. Tales of mages who bartered with the Dark God directly and had committed nefarious acts that had gotten their names written down for generations to come. He shuddered as he flipped page after page, each one describing mass murders and grave robbing that led to attacks on villages by the undead. Van walked away from the table he was working on and reached for another scroll on the shelf. He stood up as high as he could and just managed to grab it, but in the process bumped into the shelf. He was paralyzed with fear as the it wobbled and tipped back over Van, "Oh my! Someone help!" he yelled as he was covered by the overbalanced bookcase.
((The transformer outside our house got struck by lightning and the insulator exploded, cutting the power.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 11:04 am
HosiAkira She had only heard of this place, it's ruined look and beautiful gardens had attracted her a few month back. But as she was in need of back home, she left and vowed to return someday. And this some was today.
As she was left to wander on her own, she noticed movements inside the three storied building.
'Someone already lived there.' She concluded.
Her gental red hair brushed back with the finger of the wind, her dark brown eyes were thoughtful and intelligent. There was a grace in her movement that told of her class.
Coming to the door, Sophie raised her gloved hand and knocked at the wooden door pain in a shade of grean-brown. A door nobb moved and she saw eyes grow onto the expressionless face of the metal feature.
Suprised, she screamed.
Let's get down to it. What you have here is a nice little post. There are some technical issues to it, so we'll handle those first.
#1 Never start a sentence with the words 'and', 'but', or 'or' unless its verbal by the character. People talk differently then we write.
#2 Use the two links I have provided in the first post wisely. They will help you much.
Now to the finer details:Quote: She had only heard of this place, it's ruined look and beautiful gardens had attracted her a few month back.
What you have is a flow problem here. You end up pulling in several different directions at once because you don't seem to finish the idea that after hearing about the abbey, you were attracted to it. There is a way to put one, an explanation in between and then the other, but something got mixed up here. It was a good attempt though. The main problem we have here though is the use of the word "only". That implies that you must finish up that thought right away. There is also the fact you are new to the thread so you should have quickly started out with your character's name so your fellow rpers would know who you are. Oh, one last thing. Unless you're starting with dialog, always start with an action. An action always makes for a good opening. So there were two ways you could have done this:Quote: What a beautiful abbey... Sophie had heard of this place, it's ruined look and exquisite gardens had attracted her a few months back. Quote: Sophie looked around in awe. She had heard of this place only a few months back, the ruined look and beautiful gardens being what attracted her. Quote: But as she was in need of back home, she left and vowed to return someday. And this some was today. Quote: She was in need of back home, but the idea of an adventure pulled at her so she left her family, vowing to return someday.
Moving on:
Quote: As she was left to wander on her own, she noticed movements inside the three storied building. 'Someone already lived there.' She concluded.
A few last things before I post. Hair is never gentle, it can be brushed aside gently though. The doors are smooth without knockers, this is due to the fact the abbey is very plain. They do have huge handles though.
There are more problems you have, but I figure this should be enough for you to go over for now. Good post. Lets see if we can get you up to advanced eventually. :3 Questions, comments, ranting? Post it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 9:53 pm
Arch_HitsujI ((I hope the school is still open?)) Avas sneezed a couple of times and grumbled. The sun had long set and he had arrived later than expected. He was cold and tired. Everything seemed to have gone wrong but his heart still pounded excitedly as he stared hard at the rusty gate. This is it my friend Avas, this is it. He thought and lightly pushed the gate. It creaked open, revealing a breathtaking view. Avas stared again, this time harder. Oh god... if this is a dream, please do not let me wake up.It took him a couple of minutes before he gathered enough of his wit to pinch his cheek, which made him cursed, and then entered the compound. Avas closed the gate behind him and took a step forward. He grinned. "Father must be having fits about right now." He muttered and took a step forward again. He closed his eyes and inhaled as much as his lungs let him to. "At last, the sanctuary of knowledge." Quote: Avas sneezed a couple of times and grumbled. The sun had long set and he had arrived later than expected. He was cold and tired. Everything seemed to have gone wrong but his heart still pounded excitedly as he stared hard at the rusty gate. Quote: Avas sneezed a couple of times, grumbling. The sun had long set as he had arrived later than expected. He was cold and tired. Everything seemed to have gone wrong, but his heart still pounded excitedly as he stared hard at the rusty gate.
This on the other hand: Quote: This is it my friend Avas, this is it. He thought and lightly pushed the gate. It creaked open, revealing a breathtaking view. Avas stared again, this time harder. Oh god... if this is a dream, please do not let me wake up.
Picky notes: 'Entered the compound' will be instead be 'enter the compound'. Read both versions out loud to yourself and I think you'll understand why. Otherwise, this is very good. I can't wait to see your next post. Try to clear up those little issues I've pointed out and you'll shoot right through the ranks.
Questions, comments, bitching? Post it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 6:08 am
(My jaw is breaking, I'm in awe of how you transform my sentences burning_eyes Never thought of that. Well, here is my next post and thank you very much biggrin
Oh yeah, I do have a question. Do you know when to use ; in sentences? I do have heard that you use it when you are writing long sentences.)
He looked around the compound, trying to find the stairs which would lead him to his quarter. Nevertheless, at that moment the moon decided to hid herself and the compound turned bleak in colour. The place was poorly lighted. The only few sources of light present were candles, which often seemed to vanish as the night wind blew and lit back when the wind left.
"How would I find the stairs... with such a dim lighting...?" He muttered as he adjusted his glasses. He scratched his head for a moment and then sighed. "...I guess... by not standing here all night is one solution."
Avas studied the candles and then he chose the longest of them. Nodding to himself, he smiled and moved in a pace that would ensure the candle's survival.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 3:29 pm
"Blasted firefly.", Deugaro thought, slightly annoyed at the luminescent insect perched upon his nose.
"Oh my! Someone help!" Someone yelled from inside the abbey before being accompanied by the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
"Might as well do my bit around here.", He thought before quickly assessing the situation. "The yell came from higher up so it means that the person is either at dinner or on the third floor. If the person is still at dinner then I needn't to worry because there are others closeby... however if it originated from the third floor..."
The Phoenican decided his course of action and set off towards the third floor as quickly as possible.
"Dakoon, Darkchain."
From his right palm, an obsidian chain was being rapidly assembled and coiled up onto the ground, creating a small sound of metal hitting stone.
"Soar Darkchain.", he commanded calmly before the dark links themselves shot off towards the bell tower.
A bell sounded in the night sky as Deugaro's dakoon weapon attached itself to the clapper.
He quicky stood up and leapt off the wall, his cloak trailing behind him, before the chain went taut and hauled him up to the third floor window while casting a shadowy form onto the moonlit ground. He landed on the window sill, pulled out his boot knife and flipped the catch on the inside of the window before sliping in and searching for the "accidentee"*.
Once he arrived in the hallway he ran until he found an open door and candle lit room. He peeked inside, this was the correct room unless the paladin liked to decorate with toppled bookshelves.
He was about to dakoon again but was interrupted by a painful spasm in his lungs, which led to coughing and him covering his mouth with his talon. As he pulled his talon away, he took a mental note of the maroon ichor and set about removing the large bookcase.
"Dakoon.", Deugaro rasped, and motioned his hand to move the mass of wood. The invisible tendrils of power wraped around the wooden creation and gently placed it against the wall.
He knelt down to the pile, exhausted and breathing heavy. The Phoenican picked up a book manually and looked at it's title.
"History's Greatest Necromancers II" it read.
He took a moment to think about his appearance and setting.
"I'm wearing black and red, there is a bell ringing, it is night, I have red eyes and blood over my mouth along with my talon...", He paused in his thoughts. "If I don't get called vampire I will be very surprised."
Deugaro sighed and began sifting though the books, searching for the flattened scholar.
(Accidentee was supposed to be a small joke, I know it isn't word. Itai, my hands hurt crying .)
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