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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 2:36 pm
Donner watched the town close up, swallowing itself like a clam. There would be no infiltration now. People would still get hurt. The undead would still reign.
He ran his fingers through his hair, grinding his teeth together. "Damn you, you metal-clad idiot...why didn't you tell me there was a time-limit?"
The people were scared. They obviously didn't have a lot of time.
Donner simply looked at the boy...before turning to walk away. "It's over now, boy. Get out of here. Dont come back."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 2:56 pm
After a lot of tries at opening the door the shirtless man gave up on Barton, for now. Maybe after he had visited all other alters around the world, maybe then he would be able to get into Barton town, and then he would be complete.
Turning around the man got onto the motor bike and started her up. The next stop would be Aekea, and that would be rather far away from Barton. But that didn't matter to Jack, what else was there to do apart from train for the HoH. Reving the engine he rode off into the distance towards Aekea.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 8:30 pm
"Pft," was his only reaction toward Donner before he, too, was walking away as well.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 3:07 am
A man dressed in silver and red armour rode down the rode towards what used to be Barton Town. He sat upon a chopper motorbike, silver in colour with a red cross on the fuel tank. His white cape flapped out behind him in the breeze created by the fast moving motorcycle combined with the wind. This man was known as Jack Nozima, and he was here to complete a quest.
Barton town was just up ahead on the dirt road, and Jack was closing in very quickly. He would have to finish this mission quickly, missing the Heaven or Hell wouldn't be too good at all.
Eventually he reached the plains in front of Barton Town. Coming to a stop Jack dismounts the chopper and turns the engine off.Now all he had to do was find where to start this little quest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 3:29 am
Barton was a place as devoid of answers, as it was of life. It looked at least from the entrance to be a ghost town. Whether that was because it was indeed empty or because its owners had taken to creating ghosts out of visitors...no one could say.
Jack had one clue, hidden away in the mission statement itself. This mission was about a rose...a flower. And Barton was home to the well known Barton Flower Shoppe, run and owned by Barton's very own Rina.
Perhaps that was the best place to start looking. Of course...that meant passing through the suspiciously open town gates.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 3:34 am
Looking onward Jack saw that the tower gates were open, an entrance! That looked like the only way in right now, but it could be a trap. Nothing Jack couldn't handle. Walking forward at a normal pace towards the gates Jack looked around with quick eyes for anything out of the ordinary. Getting about fifteen meters away he broke out into a fast walk. His long legs carried him forward into the open doorway.
Jack peered around with icy blue eyes for anything, or anyone, that might attack him. He was ready for nearly anything.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 11:14 am
Jacks chilling blue gaze would allow him to see...nothing. Not because of some magical disturbance, but because there was nothing to see. There was however something to feel. Gaia is filled with strange magical, mystical and otherwise supernatural creatures, as Jack breached the doorway he would be able to feel an intense dampening aura. Its source was unknown, but and all of his supernatural abilities, if indeed he had any would be barely accessible.
A supernatural insurance clause, by Barton's captors.
If Mr. Nozima was previous capable of launching a roaring flame, he would find himself now just barely able to light a cigarette on his own. Was that the only magical defense? Unknown, others would likely appear as he tested them. But his hurried steps would carry through the gates, past several dilapidated buildings, and directly into the thick of Barton. The streets were still stained with blood, splashes and silhouettes framed spots where bodies once lie.
And if Jack was quick, and didnt allow himself to be taken in by the carnage he would see a figure dash down a nearby alley, entirely too quick to be seen, but most definitely there.
Was he being watched?
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 7:15 pm
Now in the streets Jack saw the dead bodies and blood stains that were left of Barton Town. Walking down the street he looked around, the alleys, the buildings and that strange shadow that just dissapeared. Taking a double look he found that there was nobody there, or was there.
Thinking of what his quest was an idea came to mind, he had to find the flower store. Maybe the world known gardener Rina might be there, unless she was dead.
Remembering how Barton once was Jack turned down a side street. It was getting very dark and gloomy now so Jack raised his right hand and clicked his thumb and middle finger together. A small spark happened. Must be some kind of magical defense.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 11:01 am
What ever happened to that party of adventurers who had gone into the sewers to do some cleaning? They were probably just retconned out of canon, since that arc seemed to have been Forgotten... Realms...
>.>
The sewers were still infested, and lately people have been going missing; nobody important, but enough to start becoming noticeable.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:42 pm
Sewers or not, any zombie that showed it's face would have it removed pretty quick. s**t like shambling corpses and spell-slinging zombie-magi would be a short route to a city-wide alarm to get armed guards with rifles, or worse.
So until some dead guy found a pair large enough to overtly start making a ruckus, the sewers would be all kinds of infected.
Topside, everybody was alive and not eating brains.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 12:11 pm
Scarker wandered the streets of Barton quietly. How or when he got into the town was never truly understood, but here he was, walking around with a hand over his coin-pouch, mumbling quietly to himself. "I'll never get a place to stay at this rate. No way to get a duel going without all these hard asses on my case, might as well head out." He happened to walk by a bulletin board and started scanning it for a name of an interesting sounding place to go when a want-ad caught his attention. "'Help wanted to investigate abnormalities in weather patterns.' 'Field work...' 'Decent pay...' Sounds fun!" ----- Gaia News BuildingScarker walks calmly through the doors into the building lobby and walked up to the person behind the front desk, displaying the flier. "Hi there! I'm here to see Cindy Donovihn about this want-ad. Could you tell me where I could find her?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 5:42 pm
The guards knew when he got there, and could tell he wasn't undead-- this was all that mattered, right? The city's 'front door' and the GNB had the same kind of guard that would likely regard him the same way before passing him with no troubles... you couldn't be suspicious of all the guy with weapons in a place like this.
The inside of the building was as beautiful as ever, with stuff that identified it as a news station or whatever. Imagination!
The secretary up front leaned up and read the ad, then motioned over to a waiting room of comfortable seating.
"Wait right in there, and I'll call her for you."
Seconds later, she was calling the anchorwoman to ground level to meet someone who'd answered her bill. However, it would be a full ten minutes before Cindy actually came down, followed by some rambling heads. She was carrying a stack of papers, which was unceremoniously dumped into the arms of an intern.
"File that, please. Keep the items relevant to the evening 'cast out." The intern groaned under the huge stack of portfolios and manilas and documents he already had, and grunted with the new weight before shuffling rather slowly out of the area, to the elevator from whence they came. The talking heads went with him.
"Alright... so you're the one who came about my ad, Mr....?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:28 pm
Scarker waited with no hassle. He didn't take one of the seats because while the swords on his back were wrapped up so that they weren't so obviously weapons, they still made it uncomfortable to sit down without taking them off.
When the anchorwoman came out of the elevator, the mage turned around. He left his sunglasses on to keep himself looking as normal as possible. When she finally got around to addressing him, he gave a slight bow.
"Scarker Navrodel. Nice to meet ya. So what is it that you need investigated and where is it?"
It's entirely possible that the want-ad had mentioned just those things, but Scarker's method of seeing made reading anything but the larger headlines of the ad. The paper also happened to be really beaten up, so maybe it was hard to read anyway.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 7:31 pm
"Scarker, nice to meet you too. Down to business right away, I like that."
She patted herself as if looking for something, but then shook her head as whatever it is wasn't on her. "Well, I've been getting wind of reports that there was some sort of geological event in Guldor. The place is a tundra, but those reports say that there's a sort of Eden-like garden somewhere in there... if you know the stories about the Biblical Eden, garden of life, don't eat the apple, all that stuff.
"What I want you to do is simple-- see if it holds any truth, if there's really something out there. If so, bring back some evidence. The best thing would to have some pictures or film, something we can shoot up and show the public. Aside from that, a sort of map to it would be great, so we can get back to it, if there is an 'it' to get back to." She thought for a second. "Yeah, any good, hard evidence is good. Snagging a flower or talking snake won't cut it.
"So, what do you think?"
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