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Clarissa walks into her study and sighs as she sits at her desk. Their was so much to be done but for now she was just going to rest.
The Tower can do some stuff on their own can't they.
((I actually have a name now, awesome!!!)

(( in all actaulity that is what makes it so interesting now isn't it........someone different from his own race...........so different from that of the world that everyone is so acustomed to............yet so much a part that seems to just fit...........tell me if this world were real then nobody would expain exactly what goes on from extreme to extreme.........though if it really bothers you after what i said I will make a change in my profile though i would not hesitate if our gracious Mother were to agree with you............so I won't post from here on out..............until everything is figured out.............if that is yours and her wish))

(( thank you, Mother 3nodding I have always found that everything becomes more interesting if you add a little more and unkown to something already known, if you catch my drift, hey did you get my pm?))

*Raznon jumps around the other fighters slashes and parries where he cannot jump from. He bats away thier bare steel, they had only wanted to use practice wooden ones but Raz did not see any point in training with a useless weapon that you did not use in combat, he comes to several points where had this been an actual dance of spears or as he said now a dance of blades they would have been dead already. He then stops the training and goes to cool off.*

"I guess some of these wetlanders can fight, well enough to kill shadowspawn and the likes but not enough to kill those of exceptional skill."

((Perhaps someone would be kind enough to somehow include me invents or in a story line I am sure i oculd follow along even make it more interesting, though only if you want to.((

"Okay, im ready." Alina Embraces te Source and starts to make the first weave agian, a simple disc of air.

trying not to shiver or laugh Alina finished the weave and moved on to the second one, a ball of nothing. as she started the first weaveing of it, a bead of sweat dripped down her face, not becuase she was hot, but becuase she was trying so hard to stay clam. i...can...do...this. as long as he dosnt tickle me there i will be fine. "if this one falls apart" she breathed, "it will make a loud noise in my ear. so i hope it dosnt fall." Oh Light this is hard

tyring to still form the weaves around his pressure on it and the dampness of her white dress, which now has become more sheer the a Domanis, her cheeks reddened slightly. ALina started to breath heavily and more sweat ran down her face into her eyes. she wipes away the sweat one eye at a time, so as n ot to take her eyes off of the mass of Sadair. as she finishs the weave and starts to mov e on to the next even more complex then the last...
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ALina, for the first time in her life has made it to weave 98, she has been, wet, then dry, then cold, then hot, then this, then that, a million times over. By now her face is redder then ever, becuase Dupre has just stripped her down to her shift and stockings. this weave, is one of the hardest weaves, and another that is useless. as she makes it she wonders, what is he going to do to me now?

Oh BLOOD AND ASHES! alina stops eaving and then splits her weave making a ball of light, very hard to do in the dark but it wsas the first thing she learned in the tower. now she can see. she finishes the 98th weave and moves on to the 99th. "almost there" she mumbles...