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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:20 pm
Ohanzee considered the circumstances and determined the most likely reason.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:32 pm
((That was helpful, because I honestly had no idea, lol sweatdrop ))
Jacob nodded, Alright, so if he goes to draw some blood, he's gonna cast a spell and I should try to not be in the way. he thought to himself.
he warned.
So don't be the target.
Gotcha.
He stood next to Joe and looked to the Necroguild, he was hesitant to say anything, "Uh, hello."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:37 pm
Fyrin unhesitatingly grabbed the upper half of the eyeslot of his bandages and pulled them loose, revealing the bleached bone of the top of his skull. "We have no fight," Fyrin told the man relaxedly. "I once was a Necroguild man myself."
((This could be a fib, or it could not be. It depends on whether Venom says it's possible.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 7:03 pm
The Necroguild man looked at Jacob and nodded. "Good day." He turned to Fyrin and looked at him critically. "Show your Drake," he demanded, offering no explanation.
((You'll note that the Necroguild is a Council organization. Fyrin could not have been part of it.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 9:25 pm
Joe wasn't particularly injured, but he looked as incredulous as could be determined from his pose. (Since he had like, no face.)
"Umm...what the hell was that?" he asked. "Do I know you?"
Marco edged cautiously out of the way. He didn't want to catch s**t for this group any more than he had.
((Consider a PM thrown.))
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 10:08 pm
"It's gone. Part of the price of being dead," Fyrin offered. Hopefully this man would know nothing of self-necromancy. Oh, hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 5:59 pm
"You have no idea what it is," the man said, rolling his eyes. He flicked the hatch on his gauntlet open once more.
((Joe, no PM was thrown. o_O))
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:12 pm
"You have no idea what Hell is," Fyrin returned evenly. This much he knew to be true. The man was catching on, but he hadn't been one of the souls in Hell. Not like Fyrin was.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:32 pm
The man sliced the back of his forearm again.
"Actually, I'm a Four-Orders Disciple. I know quite well what Hell is. Hell is the three Tiers below Earth's Tier," he declared, letting the blood well out. "The top layer is a flat plane suspended in space. Territory there is valuable because it's where most fresh souls arrive. The middle layer is the one most demons reside on, where the demon lords hold their fortresses at points easy to jump up a Tier. The third and final level is where the Farthest Fallen and the other most powerful and apathetic demons go to brood for eternity. Oh, also. Watch out."
His gauntlet glowed red and familiar attack - a bolt of force made visible by an accompanying red light - hurtled at Fyrin
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:42 pm
Fyrin raised an eyebrow, more or less. A quick spin-step to the side put him out of harm's way, executed just before the bolt hit him to negate any homing ability it might have had. "Have you been there? Been one of those souls, latched into Hell? Do you carry a piece of it with you everywhere you go?" It was a sort of challenge, but not one for fighting. "And why are you tossing spells at me? How did I ever affect you?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:44 pm
"I am tossing spells at you because Legion put in a formal request to the Necroguild to hire a high-level Four-Orders Disciple. That would be me. Oh. Counteroffers start at a hundred.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:50 pm
"A hundred? Dollars? Souls? Sacrifices?" Fyrin spoke interestedly. Counter-hiring seemed a brilliant strategy, and if it was just money, Fyrin probably wouldn't have any trouble procuring it; after all, where had his men's assault rifles come from?
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:51 pm
The man smiled. "Millions of dollars."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:55 pm
Fyrin nodded knowingly. "Hold off on that," he told him, then pulled loose a string of bandages. This was his storage device; much like the theoretical wormhole storage system, but magical.
It could only be imagined how much Fyrin's money was now worth after inflation.
He slapped down the bandage, nudged it with his boot, and with a "pop" a briefcase appeared. Fyrin frowned. Sort of. "Well... how much is even in here?" he muttered to himself, kicking it open.
((How much is Fyrin's money worth?
Or is there GOLD in there?
Maybe diamonds.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:58 pm
"Mmmm. If you have any rare spell reagents you can lower the cost, but unless you have a briefcase full of powdered dragon hearts I doubt that's enough," the man said after a pause.
((BRB FOODZ OLOL))
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