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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 9:12 pm
(Yay the RP's back in buisness biggrin and lol Magni you get an entire page to yourself.)  Haxtes emerged from the portal with a handful of men. Not exactly the invasion he wanted but it would have to do. He holds his hand up and moves it over his face, his sign for them to put the gas masks on. He would normally do the hand gestures in a stealth mission, but there was so much madness here, even for a small invasion, that he still had to do it. After the men did so, he took a few small grenades from his pockets. They weren't any normal grenades. Inside was a chemical, or chemicals rather. They were designed to fill the lungs of a person, or crowd making it damn-near impossible to breathe and Haxtes knew that even the tiniest loss of breath would cause instant panic. He nodded at his men and they all tossed grenades. He hoped Celestials had an identical interior anatomy to humans. As the grenades hit, a growing cloud of greenish fog spread from angel to angel. He hoped this would work. Haxtes smiled slightly, but it quickly vanished when he saw Rael flying toward Famine. He knew Rael would utterly crush most of the morale, so Haxtes did his best to keep them. " Just avoid him. Focus on causing as many casualties, and helping the Horde if necessary."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:06 pm
Roselia's decision of leaving the recovery tower would soon haunt her. The crimson-haired angel had hoped the battling and hardships would come a bit later, but it seemed that her wishes would not be answered today. Aqua eyes widening at the sight of the small enemy groups entering Sarra, she hid around the side of a building structure to catch her breath and calm herself down. Of course, her attempt was made ill once she saw Rael taking Famine head-on; even worse once the humans' chemical gas creeped up from around the corner. Coughing a couple times, she turned towards the direction the gas was dispersed, walking backwards as she used her wings to blow the gas in the opposite direction before she began to jog away.
Roselia didn't know what to do. Her people were being attacked, and the worst part was that Rael was taking the most of it. How could she help? As she passed clouds of the noxious gas, she heard the horrid hacking of her fellow angels, using her other method of flapping her wings to disperse the gas from her circumference, coughing slightly as she grabbed hold of a soldier's arm and wound it across her shoulders. As quickly as she could, she brought him to safety near the entrance to the recovery tower, making sure he got in before she returned for others a few times. The more she returned, the more the fumes were getting to her. Wheezing through thin breaths she turned to go back for yet another, the woman she had just rescued begging her to stay, but Roselia's loyalty and sense of duty kept her from retreating.
A grim approach seemed to be sneaking up on her. Roselia flapped her wings through the cloud of gas, hearing sounds of distant coughs, though she couldn't spot anyone. Squinting her eyes, she saw the figure of someone walking towards her and she cautiously took a step forward. Her assumptions of the figure being someone in need of her assistance ended up being totally wrong. Her eyes widened, red and watering from the fumes as the human soldier stalked nearer, it's gas mask looming like a bad omen as he rushed up and struck her across the temple. Stumbling, she kept herself from falling completely to the ground, Sarra's effect on her kind was the only thing keeping her at all stable. Before she could regain focus on the human, he took her by the throat, laughing through the mask at her weakness as he pointed his weapon at her heart. The only thing he forgot about was to restrict her arms, which seemed to be going limp as she struggled to take her long silver dagger out of the folds of her white gown. Striking him in the side with her weapon, the human winced, making a roaring sound as he tightened his grip on her neck with one hand and made a deep gouge along her collar bone as she struggled and wriggled in his grip to get his aim off center. As she choked, she mustered up all of her strength to bring the dagger up to the man's slightly exposed neck, slicing deep through his jugular, a tinge of vengeance in her defensive act as she fell to her knees before the man as he held onto his throat, repulsive gurgling sounds escaping his mouth as he too fell to the floor. Even she could not watch as the human died, struggling to hold on to his life. With a quick slicing motion, her sharp blade cut the man's head clean off, ending his life immediately.
Roselia tried to stand, staggering as she tried to escape the gas while at the same time holding her wound in pain, wincing as the human's memories flooded into her thoughts. Through her struggle, she fell to the floor, hacking as she breathed in the fumes, and wincing as the violent thoughts entered her mind. She began to crawl in the direction of safety, even though she wasn't sure how far that safety had become since the gas had been spreading quickly. Her own crimson blood dripped to the floor, as her dagger, dripping with the blood of her attacker stayed clenched in her right hand as she moved along slowly on her hands and knees.
((Edited))
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 6:44 pm
Degial threw his feathers where he could, while protecting Mirina from the battle. Where ever his white feathers struck, the human would fall on their knees in remorse. Whenever it struck a demon, Quickly, he pushed Mirina to a safe upper area and took wing. Hundreds of feathers flew down, seemingly endless in its supply, to fill the hearts of humanity with its pureness, filling them with remorse and guilt for all the lives lost. They would kill no more after that, instead dedicating their life to careful penance of their sins.
Then, he spotted Rosella, with a downward curve, he spiraled towards her, coughing as he entered the gas. Although Degial was more immune to the poisonous air due to his ancient and unearthly body, it made it harder to breathe. He felt the poison penetrate the pureness of his celestial being, tainting him with its misuse of the creator's love. He picked up Rosella, scattering feathers around them to prevent anyone hostile from approaching. "Come, let's get you to the recovery wing." His voice was overly calm, he willed it to be so. Panic would not help them in any way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 9:02 pm
(( approximately 51 hours have passed. I assume that is enough time to make a counter, thus making my next post fair game. ))
With dawning horror, Rael realizes too late what he has done. The binding cord, thicker than a human infant, ensured both the doom of Famine-- and his own corruption. The runes and powers of his armor deign the absorption of light and energy, both to heal his body and embolden his spirit. The enchantments are constant, and non-sentient. Seeing the form of a spiritual horseman waiver and be consumed by the tendrils of light, Rael cannot stop what is coming. His body heals at a remarkable pace, his wings glowing brighter and brighter as his lifeforce is returned several fold. Then, at the trailing edge of the transfer, comes the alien spirit of humanity's failing.
Famine enters the king of celestials just as easily as the rest of the spiritual energy. The horseman is gone- and so is Rael's light. As if a switch was turned off, his light vanishes, and he begins a free-fall to the ground. While not high, his fall is hard, and impact creates a wind that pushes back the green gasses as air following him rushes to the ground as well. In a cracked depression of the ground, Rael holds deathly still for a long moment. Two of the human soldiers wading through their gaseous assault come near, carefully holding weapons out.
Within melee distance, they wonder if the flying one is dead, and are proven wrong as the body rises up to a standing position without moving. Floating in midair, wings unfurl- but not of light. The pure light of Rael's wings do not shine in white now, instead they glow with a purple hue. When he opens his eyes, they are sunken in and share the same color. Lunging forward, both humans are taken by a hand, fingers curling around the seam to their chestplates at the neck. Pulling them in closer, the emotionless face of the king looks deep within their masks. Releasing them, Rael flips his hands over, and as gravity pulls the humans down, his fingers grab the masks- ripping off the protective garments. Half-metallic faces look upon the uncaring face of a scorned celestial as the king drops those masks.
With green smoke pulling closer, the humans have nowhere to run as Rael reaches down again, touching their flesh. It is here that the stoic face of the celestial changes to a mixture of horror and awe. Imbued with Famine, his touch is vampiric . . . veins and capillaries strain on the flesh of those humans, both screaming in pain and terror. Whereas Rael feels a glimmer of energy enter him. Not enough to do any real good, but enough to whet an appetite growing in his body. He didn't know he needed this until his first taste. Without thought, he pushes hard against the faces of those humans, and within seconds their lifeless bodies scream no longer. Kneeling with their fall, Rael presses so hard that his hands literally crush through flesh and bone, and he rises with blood soaking his hands to walk through the fog.
The gas bothers him, but not nearly enough to offset the hunger . . . "More!" he breathes, the chemicals making his smooth baritone hoarse and gravelly. His vermillion hue lighting through the fog, he begins to lightly beat his wings, pulling air downward to thin the damned obstruction to sight. Finding another human wading through the torment, the one preying on victims becomes one himself. With a punch of deep need and celestial might, Rael rams a fist through a seam in the side armor of this lowly human, and drains him dry of life far too quickly. Again, the gnawing hunger sates just a tad, leaving the desire for more. The only light showing through this chemical cloud is that of the invading force- and in his mind, a voice that sounds so unlike his own tells Rael to do one thing. "Feed on thine enemies! Take their will, their power, the life from their bodies!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:18 pm
(Where are my humans? And my Horde? sweatdrop )
Haxtes hears a commanding voice. He points his gun toward the source and lowers it slightly. It was the King of Celestials, Rael. What the hell happened to him? He was turning into something...else. Something slightly demonic. He looked up, amidst the chaos, searching for Famine. He was nowhere to be seen. Swearing, he turns his attention back to Rael. The wings were obviously turning the gas back toward his men, and without an airstrike of any kind, Haxtes was in a tight position. The last of the troops were coming. They had to bring something more lethal.
"This is Haxtes. Do not bring Titanus. Repeat, do NOT bring Titanus. he yelled through a communication device implemented in his mask. He knew they would probably be confused, but they had a right to be. "Bring BP1936"
Words Haxtes never wanted to say. This was such an inhumane chemical, but according to the Demons, these Angels were being just as humane. It would take a while for the new humans to arrive, but Haxtes had to hold out. He had to.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Sarra, near the portal, the new Vandor slowly emerges. Being Half Celestial now, he was able to walk through the portal, however difficult it was. He heard the order and was fortunate enough to be close by. Titanus was stationary, but he had no say here anymore. He roared at a few Angels. They immediately stepped back. They were afraid. And they damn well should be. being in Sarra and in the presence of Grathrym made him very strong, none compared to the might Rael contained.
Vandor's veiny hand grabbed one of the Angels by the throat. He was strong, but it was easily comparable to holding a strong fish by the tail. Vandor chuckled and tightened his grip, and felt the bones crush beneath him, kind of like crushing a cup in your hand. He dropped the body, and the other celestial ran.
He turned now his attention to Haxtes, who seemed to be ordering in more troops. Vandor thoughts returned to the many, many, dimensional barriers in that portal. Another troop transport would NOT be possible, yet. He spread his wings, the force of the wind hitting them causing a loud PHOP sound. Vandor flapped them a few times and landed near Haxtes.
"Another troop transport is not possible right now." he practically screamed. "Rael has put these...barriers in place. We can't just walk in. There has to be another way."
(Magni, perhaps you and Vandor should engage in combat?)
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 11:50 pm
Roselia would have felt light-headed if the sudden surge of human memories hadn't weighed down on her mind like a ton of bricks. The feeling was almost like vertigo, her head was reeling from the pain, the fumes, the mental pressure she had been put under. She felt powerless as her eyes widened, certain memories of the human becoming clear as she gasped, coughing from the sudden intake of air mixed with chemicals. The news was hard to bare, hard to even believe that their enemies had accomplished such a feat. She had to tell one of the archangels, but it didn't look like she'd be seeing anyone soon.
Just as that thought passed her mind, she was lifted into the air, looking down at the scattering feathers that fell to the ground like large snowflakes as they rose higher. A slight amount of whip lash had her mind spinning again, though she heard the smooth, melodic and calm voice say something about getting her to the recovery tower. "Degial," she said, recognizing the voice, her watery eyes widening as she realized she was in the arms of an archangel, "Degial!" she tried to exclaim, her graceful voice cracking as she forced her head to turn up to face him, the pressure on her wound making her wince slightly, though she tried to ignore it. "Halfbreeds," she said, breathless, repeating herself once again, "Halfbreeds. They have created them, two.. There could be more, but at least two!" Roselia urged, giving him the insight she had just recently received. "They're not complete Halfbreeds, but they are planning to bring them here, to fight against us," she said, wheezing through breaths between every few words.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:48 am
Degial had landed gently on a balcony, "It's okay now, shush, don't speak." His voice was soothing, not betraying the panic in him about hearing the statement. He had to send a message to Rael, immediately. They must not be allowed to penetrate Sarra, else the losses may be too great. He waved two women over and handed Roselia to them. "Watch over her." He wanted to get more information from Roselia but her wound had to be treated first, it was of the utmost importance. It wouldn't be long though, the light always had a way of healing its beloved. With a gentle kiss on the forehead, Degial handed Roselia a feather, "Have faith, and rest." Those were the soundest advice he could give.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:19 am
((Horde leaders computer went fritzy but Im back and IM ready to cause some pain. Oh btw Rael it is safe to say that sending a beast made of spirits is okay here right. Even with your forcefields))
"It seems Famine has done his job to the best of his abilities." Grathrym bade over War. The flaming horse slowly trotted over. "Lets see If I can do this. Time for all those longs years training for this day have finally come to use." Grathrym took in a deep breath and stood there for nigh on five minutes. As he breathed out spirits of demons and human and even angels came out of the Devil lord. These spirits began to circle the two and as they came more and more Grathrym’s physical form began to wane. He continued this process until he was completely gone. As the spirits continued to float and fly around the horse something mysterious began to happen. The souls and ghosts began to be absorbed or drawn into this flaming embodiment of war. As they did a small black core appeared inside the body. The horse bucked and rebelled against the growing pain. but eventually collapsed and the flames died out. The black horse was now a smoldering pile of ash. But all of a sudden more flames began to sprout from the hooves and mane. however something seems to emanate form these areas. It was the pure malice of Grathrym himself. "I may not be able to do this many times but I've been waiting to this for long enough. Fear me Rael like you should."
The horse rose and charged towards the force fields blocked plains of Sarra. The electrical charge and static shock pulsated form the small hole that could only show the image of Sarra. "You shall keep your fears tucked away no longer." Grathrym roared and the horse rammed through the barrier. However it was a hollow victory as the barrier only stayed open for just about five demons and humans to join the fight before it reshaped itself. "Now lets see what we can do." The horse began to pulsate and the form of purple flame left the body and was replaced by the normal red blaze. The form of Grathrym began to reappear. Soon he was back to his normal self. "Now let the fun begin." He rose his hand and molded black flame into the shape of his most trusted weapon. His scythe, the black flame scythe that with one touch of the blade could tear a soul form someone’s body. "Who’s first?" Grathrym saw a few foolhardy angels charge him. They were easily dispatched and he slowly strolled onward. Slicing and cutting down a brave angel. All the time his scythe absorbed the soul and grew stronger. "Go war. Tear this plane asunder. Leave your mark upon this land." Grathrym snapped a finger and the horse galloped off.
War heard the snap and order form his master. It understood and rose on its hide quarters and slammed its feet down. As it did this an intense heat rose from the craters and burned the few angels and demons that were close. The demons were used to the burning sensation of fire. But they still singed and some died. War began to neigh and buck wildly shooting fire balls from its mane and hooves. They landed in amidst the battle and set flame to the plains of Sarra. After the rebellion stopped it sunk into the ground. Galloping from place to place. the heat began to build its mane as he galloped. The first time it happened unexpectedly. The mane released the fire in a large explosion. It erupted the ground and tore a hole in the earth and burned alive a few angels. It continued to do this process as he raced around under the ground. Not knowing where the horse would strike caused the flames of war to grow brighter on the horse. It neighed in pleasure and continued with its warpath.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:55 pm
Degial's calming voice soothed Roselia's frantic mind to an extent; though at their landing, her heart skipped a beat. Just the thought of being on the ground again made her feel unsafe, though she knew the archangel would never put her in danger. As the women took hold of her, and Degial handed her a feather, she bowed her head and forced a smile onto her red lips in respect and thankfulness. Roselia watched from over her shoulder as the nurses lead her into the recovery tower, gripping the feather in her small, pale hand.
((Off to the Recovery Tower!))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:20 pm
Slowly, the hunger begins to ebb, human psyche chipping away at the overwhelming need. Still, the more that he becomes cognizant, Rael has the dawning realization that such meager quality will not sate this need. As Famine, there was only unfocused need. As the King of Celestials, Rael is fully aware of this world and when a disturbance rears off elsewhere, he knows. Something came into his home . . . something new . . . something powerful. Without any real idea what has come, the purple-tinted celestial leaps into the air, still gripping a human corpse. As he flies straight to the new disturbance, he drops the corpse onto some other humans, hearing their muffled screams as a comrade falls in perfect condition- yet fully dead, in their midst.
The portion of his mind that reclaims ground in this madness screams how Rael is acting foolishly. My people need me! Hungry. This assault is going to rip the people apart! Must consume. This is madness! There . . . . Arriving at the far end of the conflict, he finds the flaming steed of War. All he knows is that there is strong power here, and the flashy form of War is grabbing his attention far more than Grathrym. Fire is made of energy and light. In his armor, energy is absorbed, and with the hunger, such is like a sweet smell. The destructive flames call to him. Rael sees light, feels comfort, and races straight in.
An animal! The flames and explosions are not hard to follow, and Rael closes from the rear. Unfortunately, War is not taking a single line. The chaos of it's path easily turns to see an approaching, and with an idle kick, Rael is sent flying coated in flame. Leaving a trail of ash, he is instantly back up and racing toward the horse. Again, it saw Rael approach, and this time turned to rear up. Not thinking, the king of celestials again reaches to grab the beast . . . only to see it stomp a moment before contact creating a burst of flame and power. Again, Rael rebounds instantly, not caring for his burns and the trickle of silver blood out of the corner of his mouth.
In his fury, the hunger becomes secondary, and that means the celestial rods come into play. Without thinking he readies the weapons, and calls out to War. "Want a carrot, you singed mangy pile of dog-meat?" Insulting both his intelligence and equine stature in the same comment seems to get the attention he desires. War, already a massive conglomeration of fury, charges whinnying in fury. It's mane flares up again for another massive explosion, and in the moment of patience, Rael feels the hunger start to push again. This time, both the hunger and mind work as one. As the horse barrels down on Rael, he holds his ground, and once committed, War begins to ignite.
Rael, forms his twin-pronged spear using both rods in his hands, though this time the weapon is decidedly purple in hue, and impales the horse. In most cases, the explosion would solve this issue, but War has a nasty surprise. Using the light of Rael, the drive of Famine instantly begins to bleed dry the energy of that explosion before such even happens. The buildup is literally reversed, and War can feel life draining out of the two massive spikes deep in it's chest. Crying in pain, it tries to escape, but already, a new voice speaks in Rael. War.
The single points grow barbs deep in the horseflesh, and before the horse can pull away, it is impossibly stuck on barbs of pain. The purple fuzes with red to be a violent swirl of color, and Rael feels more than hunger- now there is rage. Unfocused, undirected rage. Combined with his need, a new paradigm of power surges through his mind and heart. As rage and hunger battle for dominance, his mind emerges. As his surroundings again make sense, the burning bodies and grounds feel more like the netherworld than the Sarra, and amongst the carnage, he sees Grathrym for the first time.
"You!" The voice is again lost from tones of baritone and calm. Instead is a gravelly growl almost feral in it's nature. In the past, the sight of such a demon lord standing there would send chills down his spine. Now, fueled by a need for dominance, a hunger for battle, his cestus reform. No longer smooth and beautiful, they are barbed on the gauntlet to form glove-nails, and the blade is serrated and jagged. Something painful and made to rip more than slice. Suddenly, he is surprised as his wings fade from sight. Unconsciously, he feels them still there, but like a shadow. An after-feeling.
A heartbeat later, he is lifted in the air and a being of light appears beneath him, made of light and energy, it forms into a Pegasus- winged and facing down Grathrym. The being is made of light, swirling cream, silver, red, and violet. All along the being, spikes and barbs are evident on barding. What should be a being of light and beauty is now adorned for combat, armored and armed as Rael is- pawing the ground and just a reflection of his own need to rip this thing- this invader asunder.
"You did this . . . you invaded my home! We had a deal, b*****d- I leave the nethers to you, and you keep your filth-ridden, disgusting ******** out of the Sarra! This is now more than a battle, beyond war. This is a crusade!" At the mention of the final word, the steed rears up in threat to the demon lord. In his heart, Rael feels the approval, and instantly knows that this thing, once the horse of war, is now a part of him just as he absorbed that vile leech. War is gone. Now the winged steed of 'Crusade' lights the way.
"There will be no returning for you, filth. You and your human pets have made a grave error, and now will pay THE ULTIMATE PRICE!" Driven by the need to destroy, Crusade charges, eyes smoldering in the gaze of doom cast both by steed and rider. The distance is not far, but heat begins to emanate from the pair. Not of fire, but of intense light made manifest. Rael pours all his enhanced energy, all that he has gained in this battle, everything into the drive to destroy those that invade here. One way or another, he will end this war- personally.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:31 pm
Haxtes turns his attention to Rael, and watches as he consumes War. Another line of defense, gone. "Son of a b***h..." Rael dropped to the ground, and headed towards Grathrym. Even a Pegasus was in sight. They could not afford to lose their leader. "s**t.." he said silently then he rose his voice above the semi-silence. "s**t EVERYBODY ON RAEL RIGHT NOW DAMMIT. EVERYBODY!!!" he screamed with adrenaline surging in his veins as he lifted his sword and began firing open the changing leader of the Celestials. Everybody paused for a moment, then a massive firing began upon the King. Sparks were flying all around his body, but still it should just piss him off. He hoped if he was pissed he wouldn't think straight. Demons dropped the corpses of the Angels and ran toward Rael. "KILL THAT b*****d DAMMIT"
Meanwhile, Vandor watched, impressed. But as he headed toward Grathrym, well that was something he couldn't allow. He teleported himself in front of Rael, his new form. So sweet...so..inviting. So powerful. He launched his vein ridden hand at Rael, attempting to clutch around his throat. His wings also slowly headed toward the Kings face, trying to give him a sense of claustrophobia and fear. The humans had good aim, thank God, that they didn't hit him. Not that it would matter, anyway, but still. "Gaze upon me, King. My celestial side gives me power in your world. My demonic side gives me wisdom. he hissed the last words. This king would be dead by dawn. That was a fact.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:15 pm
"I found out something about you Rael. You are prone to power. Look back in your memories Rael." Grathrym laid his hand on Vandor. "Release him." Grathrym looked at Rael. "You know I can make another War from the souls of those you have just killed. But this one will be stronger. Fueled by your desire for this crusade. However it seems that now more then likly, your angels follow you out of fear. You now know what resides inside you, dont you Rael? You absorbed Famine, I know how to cooperate with my horses, you, not so much. What are they thinking Rael? Your once loyal subjects, what are they thinking? Let me tell you Rael. I will tell you what they say. They saw you suck the souls and blood from those humans, now they fear you. Just like they fear me. 'What was that. Our leader Rael, waht was that just now. What if we make him angry, will he suck out our souls too. We can't trust him anymore. We must only follow him out of fear.' That is what they think. You know this. Deep in the darkest parts of your mind, You know this Rael. You know this Brother." Grathrym stared in Rael's eyes. "If you dont fear what you know is true. Look into my eyes brother. Face your fears, if your not afraid to."
((Btw may I call god-mod, you didnt allow me to fight back as War. He's my charecters manifestation of power, whch btw still needs to be put up Indrid. I mean if its okay with everyone else I suppose this could be a llil bit of pay back. But still))
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:41 pm
(I was under the assumption War was an NPC. And you still have 2 horses left.)
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 3:25 pm
((I know and I could always fuse with mine, but I was thinking that they were more like under my control. Seeing as I dont summon them that much))
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 9:12 pm
(( stare dammit. Aston, I tried to respect the character before turning War into Crusade . . . and when you made no attempt to fight my end to Famine, I assumed you were alright with War being treated in the same way. Do you want a rewind as was done for me?
I'm really disturbed that this subject has happened twice in the same fight. ))
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