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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 1:15 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:12 am
He sat alone in a dimly lit library, flipping through book after book, pouring over the acummulation of knowledge. There had to be the secret he was looking for here. There had to be something, anything that would help him control this power he was born with. Brushing his hair back from his face, he noted that it was longer, and shrugged. Looking down at his arm, he lazily traced one of the runes, staring at it as it lightly glowed. What did they all mean, what did they all do? How to control them?
Shaking his head, he put the dusty old book he'd been studying to one side, and stood, browsing the shelves again, stopping from time to time to look at a book, then shake his head. He'd been over this part of the library time and time again. Nothing....Nothing at all. Still, his instincts told him there had to be something here. Sagging against one of the shelves, he gave a yell of suprise as the floor cracked under him and he fell through, tumbling into darkness...
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:27 am
How long he was out, he had no way of knowing. He drifted in the lands of the sleeping and unconcious for an uncertain amount of time, but he finally awoke. And what he awoke to was strange. It was like a charge passing through him, from the top of his head, down to the tips of his toes. Shivering, he sat up and looked around, his frown quickly being replaced by a smile...
For around him where books and books and books, all of them marked with glowing glyphs and runes. Rubbing his hands together, he stalked through the rows of books, noting the door that lead upstairs, likely to a hidden entrance. Looking up, he concentrated a moment, a few of the runes on him glowing a moment as he caused the wood of the floor to grow again, covering up the hole he had created. This was his sanctum, his treasure, and no one would take it...
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:40 am
"This is it. This is what was calling to me..." He sat down in a chair, a globe of light mounted on the wall the only thing that provided illumination. Tracing a finger over the iron bindings of the book, he turned it open to the first page, running a finger over the words written there, over the glowing runes, and he smiled. At last he had a way to learn about his power, to control it. Someone had forseen that another would be born to the runes, and that they would need instruction......
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Dras wiped the sweat from his brow, and looked over the circle in front of him... The three runes glowed up at him lightly, and he nodded slightly. Taking up a dagger, he pricked his finger, and let exactly one drop of blood drop on the center of the circle, and watched as the lines and runes took on a new ruddy light, and something started to form in the middle of them. After a few minutes, there stood a small man shaped form, created from what looked like black ice with two puddles of blue water as eyes. It bowed slightly, and started to clean when Dras directed it to do so. Dras just grinned, looking down at the book. It had been right. He now had an endless supply of servents, and he had a way to learn his power. All it would take now was practice.
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