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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:20 am
Ayla didn't even bother to look at Aliator. "Why are you complaining? It's not like you got hurt," she spoke as she massaged the muscles in her neck. "You insulted me, I tried to kill you. I'd say we're even."
The Psion sighed softly. Her limbs continued to ache, as though her skin was on fire. One arm remained protectively clutched around the injured side of her ribcage. Her ribs would heal, but she was growing impatient. She felt disabled when she couldn't move the way she preferred to.
"I'm guessing that what you're speaking of is some sort of power, Titus?" she inquired curiously. Of course; the only way of destroying, or even breaking Yawgmoth was through means that Ayla did not possess.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:25 am
Titus coughed for a moment, a forced cough clear that he meant for them to stop arguing less they make the massive thing angry. "Aliator speaks of...a material called a power stone. A colored...magical rock found scattered...over the universe. They are..fossilized sources of mana...found on older planets. I do not...believe I have ever heard...of one being discovered on this one...but perhaps there are some. You see...Yawgmoth was bore forth from these stones..and they affect him in..various ways depending on..which color the stone is. Some make him weak..like a child..some make him a walking god...some have rather odd effects such as forcing him to grow..a third arm while it is around him...some do nothing to him and are..as harmless as pebbles. If I knew...which stones did what...I might be telling you both now...but even I do not know." The dreadnought finished exhaling a steam from either side of its mouth that blew into the night, the wind catching it making the warm water vapor rush over top of Ayla and Aliator.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:55 am
Ayla had to stifle a laugh. "A third arm?" she mused, finding the thought intriguing. She waved her free hand in front of her face, trying to rid the chilled air of the air's sudden warm moisture. "So, other than these... power stones, Yawgmoth is pretty much invincible? Not even a single fear? Fear of spiders, perhaps? Gnomes? Weakness to women?" she sighed once more. She could hold her own, but she couldn't run from him forever. Once he got his hands on her, she was screwed. Not literally speaking, one would hope.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 3:59 am
The breathing mountain began to laugh, a loud rumbling laughter at Ayla's examples of what he would be scared of. How absurd they were, Quieting his laugh Titus chuckled lightly for a moment before speaking once more. His tone going eeirely serious with his words "I would say....he has a weakness to women...being a womanizer and everything...and as for fears...well let's just say we all have them. Yawgmoth..is not so different despite..his uniqueness. Does anyone besides himself know these fears....probably not..." Titus said as his arms plunged into the ground living his massive girth off of the ground. "I do..hope you take care of yourself..tiny creature...I would like...to speak with you again soon...stay alive...if for nothing...but that notion. I bid you..goodnight." he said rearing back, a display of how simply massive he was, it was almost inconceivable like he could crush a small army of men simply by flopping on them. Turning towards the left the huge serpentine dreadnought thundered off the ground violently shaking as his arms powered his body along, for as big as he was he certainly was quick though moving out of view in a matter of moments.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:12 am
Alley comes outside, gently placeing Raven on the ground.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 12:20 pm
Raven kissed Alley on the forehead and smiled. "Thank you." Petting Alley's hair she sunk into the darkness crawling over Raven and she sunk into the darkness below herself.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 1:52 pm
In the middle of the field he had drawn signs, runes, incantations and ritualistic marking in the ground. Kneeling in the middle of it he prayed, praying harder then he ever has in his life. He finally recorrected himself and fought his inner evils back down and now he wanted to find his wife* He continued to pray in complete concentration, praying to the Dark Gods for guidance.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:53 pm
Walking outside, Reevis held the small dragon close to him. Before he had left, Twilight had asked for a very specific place to sleep. Though it seemed odd, Reevis did what she asked from him. Soon they reached a tree and Reevis placed the small dragon on one of the branches, then sat down next to the base of the tree and closed his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:57 pm
After a long day or prayer and hope he got his answers. Opening his eyes a righteous fire and fire burned within them as he left in silence to prepare himself to wage his holy war if need be
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:40 am
Ayla almost swayed back and forth, on her way to the inn. Her body was just recovering from the hard liquor from last night, so she was a wee bit hungover. Groaning, she brought a hand up to rub her temple and stopped moving to regain her balance. <********> she cursed inwardly. That's what she got for drinking on an empty stomach.
But oh, how good it tasted. And how useful it was in certain problematic situations.
A smirk curled at the corner of the Psion's lips. But remembering yesterday's brawl made the smirk fade instantly. She found it funny how the brute's wife just happened to show up when the Psion was the one making the advances on Yawgmoth... instead of showing up all of those other fun times when he had threatened to rape her. Figures, she frowned. The woman is ignorant towards his free time activities.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:48 am
The groan of the woman caught the attention of the ronin. Takara was sitting high in a tree staring at the night sky. He was a dreamer most of the time, always hoping for a better things than what he had. It had been a long time since the ronin had seen another living creature beyond the animals that roamed. He preferred his solitude having been forced into it for most of his life. Takara's gentle blue eyes followed the woman's every move like a hawk from where he was sitting. She seemed..jaded, at least that was the best word Takara could think of. The ronin turned his blue eyes to the sky and sighed
"Perhaps, I should say hello"
He said quietly to himself. Tucking carefully the weapons that were on him the boy leaped down from the tree and landed with a graceful impact. He was trained to be stealthy, after all he was a former assassin. Standing up the ronin brushed his yukata off, readjusted his weaponry so that they were not in a threatening manner and proceeded to walk towards the girl. Takara wasn't anything threatening to look at, the boy was only five foot five inches and less than a hundred and fifty pounds. He was thin with long blue hair that ran halfway down his back and carried with him a boyish look on his face which coupled with dazzling blue eyes.
"Greetings Miss."
Takara stated with a gentle smile, hoping she wouldn't take his look or his weapons in the wrong light.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:16 am
Ayla's eyes narrowed in suspicion upon seeing the new figure approach her. With the events that had occurred over the past few days, she sure wasn't going to take any chances... especially not when she was in the shape that she was. Injured and hungover. Not really the best combination.
"Hello," she responded cautiously, one hand reaching up over her shoulder to absently play with the quiver on her back. Her corset was secured tightly around her upper body, working as a bandage for her slowly healing ribs. Her boots were back on, despite the bruise on her ankle. She wasn't risking going into the inn without some sort of protection, since Yawgmoth had a knack for causing her intense pain.
The Psion studied the stranger, like she did everyone else. She was so used to always being around men much taller than herself that Takara's height actually surprised her. He wasn't much taller than her. And skinny as hell, she mused to herself. It was obvious, even with the yukata, that Takara was pretty thin.
"Can I help you with something?" she inquired politely, fighting back the lightheadedness that had been intruding her mind ever since she woke up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:26 am
Shaking his head back and forth which caused his long blue hair to toss a little bit the ronin responded.
"No in particular Miss no. I am simply looking for some company. I saw you come out, I decided to say hello. If I am bothering you please say so. I do not wish to burden you if there is anything important you are in the middle of."
He said shyly. One of his hands reached behind and rubbed the back of his head absently as he spoke. It was clear being social, especially with women, was not exactly his strong suit. His hand slipped down off of his head and his view tilted towards the ground. His hand pulled a small knife like weapon with an extending bar on it from his belt, at first it might appear as though he were going to use it but instead the ronin began to simply spin the weapon around his left index finger idly. The sound of the object making small whooshing noises as it cut the wind with its rotation could be head if one were listening carefully.
"If you do not mind my asking though, you seem to be jumpy. Why is this?"
The young boy inquired turning his face back up from its half stare at the ground to try to keep eye contact.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:55 am
"I'm not sure jumpy is the proper word. Cautious and hungover would be more suitable," she shrugged with a small smile. Her dark eyes were clouded over, and it was obvious that she was weary from yesterday's events.
The Psion quietly excused herself as she seated herself on the spot she had been standing, then laid down flat on her back in an attempt to rid herself of the dizzyness and nausea. "The past few days haven't exactly been... good, so to speak."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 7:08 am
Takara watched for a moment and nodded his head showing that he was indeed listening to her. He knew most men thought of women in certain ways and from her initial look he had assumed she felt the same.
"I see. I am sorry your days have turned ill. Would you care to tell me why? I'm curious."
The boy said taking a seat on the grass in a cross legged fashion. The whooshing sound of the jitte spinning around his left finger stopped as he caught it by the handle and slipped the weapon back on his belt. Sitting with his long sheathed blade however was uncomfortable and so he took that weapon off of his belt and merely held it against his shoulder waiting for her to speak or not speak perhaps.
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