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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:41 pm
"Stop worshipping me, Stop calling me a Goddess and a Queen, let me be me...as I said or I will leave you forever. I will go back to uncle and my maid dress with Dobby. I was happy with little."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:50 pm
*he takes her hand in his* my darling wife...i would die if i lost you...i will do as you say...in me you will be my goddess...yet i will stop all of that... i will change...i will do anything for you
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:53 pm
"Right now I am hungery."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:56 pm
*he stands and holds out his hand* then come...we shall return to the mountain...i shall prepare our meal
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 4:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 4:13 pm
*he carries her on his back and spreads his wings* you must hold onto me...there is something more i must show you yet we can fix it...*the doors fly open and they fly out together*
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:25 pm
Khazid walked along the cobblestone paths to a shrine of an angelic warrior with a pulsating glow arround him, carved into the most excuisite pristine white marble. He bowed deeply to the angel, left a rose at the base of the shrine and slowly stalked off.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 1:26 pm
*The swordsmen wanders into the church. Its filled with light and peace. He kept his swords close to his side. He would have put them down but they were too dear to him. He looks over the row of pews and takes a seat in the front. He never has been to a church before or really followed a religion. He wonders what this place was for.*
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 10:27 pm
Leo slowly walked into the church, making his way to the third row from the front. He sat in one of the pews in silence, holding the golden crucifix around his neck. He began to pray in Dutch, which was somewhat odd to hear from him since his regular tone of voice seemed hardly dutch at all. Still, he continued to pray in silence...thinking.
"It's nice to see a little sanctuary now and then," he thought as he prayed. "But I can't help but feel worried for some of the people here. Christians aren't exactly that welcome in places like this, where beings of superior development scoff at mortal attempts to connect to the divine. Still...I know there are others out there. Other humans who were a bit more 'gifted' by God than higher beings realize..."
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 12:39 pm
"Hello there!" She set beside the man and smiled.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 7:47 pm
}|{
A house of Worship was a house of blood. No matter what the religon, through it's years there would have been bloodshed in such disagreements and wars.
Blood.
The air within the place grew heavy, hot and any light faded to a still, silent darkness.
Though, breaking the short silence ever so gently was faint dripping noises;
'Tip. Tap.' And a strong, bitter smell was collected in the heavy air, a smell to leave one gagging for just the slightest of fresh air.
With choking flicks, the lights of the house slowly returned, only to bare what had happened to such a special place.
Blood.
It was everywhere.
The place to be like a pool of bloodshed. Painting the walls, the floor, even dripping from the roof top.
The blood, thick and dark left the room in a presense of death.
But the being of this 'crime' couldn't be seen. No one was there. No traces were left of who could have done such a thing, only the suspisions in ones mind.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:40 pm
He wakes from his sleep with a beam on him, he trys his hardes and slides out from under the beam. He looks around in horror and gets out of his room and looks out at the open sky and sees the only think standing was the cross from the alter. " good lord....what has happened here...oh my...please lord protect all those who have survived and bless the sould os those that might have pareshed" he kneels infornt of the cross and prays
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:44 pm
During his walk Yawgmoth discovered trees crushed under the weight of wave. Without thinking his curiousity got the better of him and he followed the trail of destruction to see just what that thing had done to the RDS. His fist stop on his walk was what used to be the church. He saw the father kneeling before the cross and praying. "What have we done giving that thing life..." he said viewing the destruction. Yawgmoth was never a religious man by any means. The only religion he followed was the one his Phyrexian's created. Phyrexsis. He sighed and walked into the church, er. what was left of it. He found a seat crushed under a beam. Using his great strength he lifted the beam off of the seat and tossed it aside sitting down in what was left of the chair staring at the father and more importantly. The cross that was left standing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:03 am
He stood up when he heard the person move the beam. "Ah welcome child, have you come to pray or just collect your thoughts in a peaceful place?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:05 am
"We have to come to view what we have caused by being a fool." Yawgmoth eyed the priest standing up himself. "Perhaps. It is time we finally confessed something to someone who will listen. And doesn't descriminate us because of what we have done in the past."
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