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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 1:13 pm
((Once I get some points back by winning the games I'm engaged in and you guys are more familiar, I can host a Cabal game of Diplomacy. biggrin
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 5:03 pm
((Wait, but I still don't understand the game! Explain?))
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 6:15 pm
((It's all explained on the game's front page. o_O))
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 7:59 am
((That was terribly sneaky of them in my opinion.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:40 pm
((Oh, har har. All I saw was a bunch of opinion posts, so I didn't check.
Can we get the story moving again?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 3:13 pm
After however long they waited, Gertrude did not leave, even after all of the civilians were outside.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:12 pm
Joe shrugged, turning to Marco and Fyrin. "Well, doesn't look like she's coming out. Shall we leave then?"
Marco nodded. "If we go to the Council's plane, I'm sure we'd be safe. Although I'm not sure how we'd get people there who have no clearance and have never been there before..."
((Venom, go with a Deus ex Machina. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:48 pm
((I'm trying to remember...
Is everyone from your group outside?
<_<
>_>))
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 7:06 am
"Killing everything and anything that gets in our way?" Fyrin suggested sarcastically.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 6:14 pm
((Umm...yyyyyyyyyyes? I think so.
Jacob, Joe, Marco, Fyrin...anyone else? We're all outside.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 7:05 pm
((Fyrin's minionlings, too.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 11:45 pm
((Awesome. Round 2 of this fight begins tomorrow. biggrin ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 5:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 5:35 pm
A flash of something in the corner of Joe's eye made him spin around, trying to track what had moved.
A black gauntlet slammed into Joe's face, throwing him backwards. A man with black, green-streaked hair and bright green eyes stood where Joe had. He had a knife in his right hand, with a black blade of the same texture and shine as the gauntlets. They were like obsidian, only blacker, almost like one of Abaddon's unlight sources, but where they had a shine, they lost none of the incoming light. The rest of his body was buried in a black cloak.
A flick of his left wrist opened a hatch on the back of his single gauntlet. He drew the blade across it and flicked the hatch closed. His face was peaceful.
Each warlock soul warned their descendant as they recognized it.
((Necroguild: Mostly neutrally aligned, the Necroguild is a guild in the classic sense - a group of tradesmen regulating the proficiency of practitioners. They do Blood Mages, Necromancers, Demonologists (different system of summoning from Demoniacs), and Shadow Mage assassins. All of those are open to anyone interested, so just throw me a PM. xd ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:03 pm
Jacob managed to catch Joe before he hit the ground and helped him back to his feet, "What the Hell is a Necroguild?" Jacob mumbled to his Ohanzee aloud.
Ohanzee explained.
If they're neutral, why'd he punch Joe
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