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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:47 am
The God's presence swept into the room as his purple gasous form took shape in the dark dungeon* Crow
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:01 am
The enchatress looks up from her spot on the chase lounge where her pet is brushing her hair dutifully. "Yes Slannesh..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:06 am
Mistress Crow Darkstride The enchatress looks up from her spot on the chase lounge where her pet is brushing her hair dutifully. "Yes Slannesh..." Have you not seen the destruction caused by that husband you keep?
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:10 am
She looked at him, confused. She had just been from the tower to here. "I was in the tower where you put me...I know nothing but the disaray of my dungeon."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:12 am
Because he could not control his anger he exploded and took out much of the Syndicate, injuring many but none as bad as the one you keep dear in your heart even though he is not in your care
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:14 am
She stood, gently pushing aside Zyler. "Riddles do me no good Lord Slannesh, tell me....who has fallen at his hand?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:15 am
The child left with your sister, the one you also lay claim too
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:17 am
Her eyes flashed a brighter red as she felt the claws of her own hands sink into her palms. "Where is he?" She spoke of her son, the one they stole away from her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:19 am
He is laid up at Pulse's, he's been in a coma since the incident
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:21 am
"Take me..." She felt a surge within her as she bit down on her lip, causing the blood to seep onto her chin.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 10:23 am
His gas form disolved and surrounded her, taking her to where the child was
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 12:03 pm
*She then went and sat in her very corner, the shadows then cover her form except her eyes. Her yellow eyes were no longer bright. She has news for Angel, but from hearing about Yawgmoth's anger and what it did to the syndicate is more important than what the news she carried. Raven just sat in the very corner she usually sits. Used to being ignored by her own Mistress, she sits and waits. Waits for when Angel appears and Raven can sense it. Raven will disappear from the dungeon and will be talking to Angel of the very news she carries*
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 12:18 pm
*after thinking she got up and left out the dungeon, she had to tell someone or else Angel wont be able to get the message that she carries*
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:10 pm
Seth entered the dungeon, his curtasy to knock served him no right. Slowly making his way down deeper and deeper his head lowered. Soon he would be at the bottom of the steps, not once did his head lift while he was down her. Seth sandy blond hair fell infront of his face wich created a shadow from the many flickering lightsource.
He stood still a moment to grasp the area, then he moved closer to one of the walls. Spinning in place he then leaned back so that his skin touched the wall. Slidding down into a sitting postion his back made a smeering noise.
He let out a breath, and bent his right leg. Resiting his arm loosly on his knee. His head fell limp and tilted down further, closing his eyes he would rest and wait for his beloved Mistress.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:34 am
The feel of that pathetic God crept over Yawgmoth's skin as he awoke lazily from Crow's bed. He grumbled and half thought for a moment that maybe he'd get the shadow that was one hundred times his own power to wipe slaanesh from existance before he had it killed. But then again, he didn't want to risk that thing joining with Slaanesh, then together they'd be nigh unbeatable. Slaanesh could wait though. This shadow posed a bigger threat to his Crow than that false god ever would. "Are you around my beloved?" Yawgmoth called out rubbing his crimson eyes.
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