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 Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 4:32 pm
now he was on top of them seing there evray move. he felt glad that his drake had the whispersilk cloak only people that draw on dimir mana would have felt him coming and anyone else wouldn't he still did not learn how to comaflegue his mana.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 7:20 pm
5 shuriken fly out of nowhere, aimed at & around the drake,trailing razor sharp wire ,& creating a killing net.Black mana rippled along the blades & through the wire.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 8:41 pm
"It's not that", Throat Slitter interjected, "im good at running distances, but not sprints. By the way, as I've said, my name is unknown to me. They just call me Throat Slitter. And that rat is a remnant of a very powerful necromancer spell that has not worn off to this day. Even if the others have..." he lookeds at the mouse. "i call him Mortis-Mus...latin for rat of the dead, and he has nothing to do with cards"
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 8:48 pm
Well Throat Slitter, do you see what I see? *indicates to trail of black streeking through the sky*
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 11:42 pm
"Hmm, interesting...I'm fasinated by this all..." Memnarch said in response to Throat Slitter and Varentill. He then turned his head to the sky. "Ah, black mana. I can feel the darkness radiate off it from here. Be careful...we apparently aren't the only spell casters here...although I think I sense more mana, the feeling is fuzzy at best...hmm, but I sense a familer power," Memnarch said. Focusing his mana, he felt the familiar mana signature of an artifact. "Ah, yes. Whispersilk Cloak...a handy piece of equipment...but I must warn you, never bring an artifact to fight against Memnarch." he said. This time he began to focus large amounts of blue mana. A blue aura appeared around the Whispersilk Cloak. It merely shone for a few seconds before the cloak suddenly flew off the drake and through the air to Memnarch. "As I'm sure you know, artifacts are made of metal...in fact, artifacts from Mirrodin always have a little bit of metal in them, making them easy targets for my powers." Memnarch gloated as he held the cloak in his hand.
Bosh made a rumbling sound, and then said, "We have company."
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 6:28 am
"you two fight, ill bring reinforcements" I whispered as i literally faded into the dark. "I'll be back, I promise. You do have my mouse"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:27 am
"damn" he foucused his mind on one spell that his father tought him the one spell that he knew would save him from anything." becon oof tommarow!!!"his father had told him to always use this spe;; to get another turn if playing a card game called magic the gathering. now he felt all the mana that he had used that day. and summon forth all the mana that he had used. and foucused on on person he who gloted about artifacts being week agisnt his power. he called out " wrath of god!!!!!" a white light came down from the heavens and engulfed all. he used this to destract asll and started to run he knew the fate of his drake but it will come back. after all nothing ever stays dead.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:27 pm
*feeling the flow of the mana his father had used so much, focused thoughts on the mountains of his home**Charged mana into fist & hit ground below them**large circle around them sunk into ground & was instantly covered with a sheild of rock, knowing there they would be protected*
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:31 pm
Whatches as snare irradicates drake & smiles under mask & says under breath One more down.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 10:42 pm
Memnarch quickly clapped his hands together. Slamming them on the ground, he raised a protective metal dome around himself, Bosh, and Throat Slitter's mouse. However, this was no ordinary metal. The dome he had created was made of Darksteel. The wrath of god harmlessly bounced of the enchanted metal. However, underneath the dome, Memnarch began to breathe heavily. Darksteel was very difficult to create, and Memnarch had to channel huge amounts of mana to make it. He was just a little weak for a couple of seconds. Channeling large amounts of mana were exhausting.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 1:18 pm
his voice echoed throught there minds.
who are you and why did you atack me. i was doing nothing to any of you, none of you had the right to do so. so speak now mortals.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:04 pm
hades_from_hell his voice echoed throught there minds. who are you and why did you atack me. i was doing nothing to any of you, none of you had the right to do so. so speak now mortals.They where not involved, only I was.Your spy could have revealed my presence.I resent having to take it down the way I did but not that I took it down.By the way, I have directed this little conversation to just you & sheilded it so as to keep my position hidden.Send any more spies such as that drake & that second rate cut-purse, & we will have a problem. Presence disappears
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:08 pm
*turns to Memnarch*Are you alright.I could offer my assistance with a rejuvinating spell if you need it.I just wish you had trusted my instinct in that placing us all below ground would protect us.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:41 pm
Memnacrh turned to Varentill. "Sorry, defensive reflex. I'm just used to having to look out for myself...I tend to be a bit jumpy whenever I sense anykind of magic," Memnarch said, "A healing spell would be nice. Darksteel isn't easy to make...that much mana puts a strain on me" He then turned to Hades. "I'm sorry, I'm just a tiny bit paranoid...but I must ask, why are you spying on us?" he said. As a sign of friendship, Memnarch held the Whispersilk Cloak out to let Hades take it back if he wanted.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:45 pm
*places hand on Memnarch's shoulder & eyes flash green**all signs of fatigue fade*
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