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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 10:21 am
Heirophant_of_the_Broken No, it is merely the fact that the Grinder, though of less CP, is still a better developed (and therefore more powerful than its CP would suggest) creature. At least in my opinion. Though if you would prefer another creature of the same CP then by all means let me know and I'll change it. Your comment had nothing to do with the decision, simply looking at things from outside the box...so to speak. You handled that very well... mrgreen
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 3:20 pm
Thank you Lazarus, for the support. And thank you MoG for the moral booster. I hope you see the same as us Di.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:26 pm
Eryka returns to the tavern, sighing heavilly. She pockets the potion she recieved from the ghostly weapon some time ago, thinking of it's usefulness, should she decide to follow that path. She steps around the destruction of the tavern, shaking her head, assuming there was some battle here, that unfortunately she was un-able to participate in. With a shrug, she sat down at the bar, and ordered a drink.
The demonic influence coursed through her body, and she could feel the power as it expressed itself in her body, changing the look of her eyes. She knew that even her vindictiveness was empowered, because she could now see it, when charged, courseing as red energy through her gauntlets. She was now a bit more formidable, and she knew it.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 3:34 pm
Strolling casually through the wreckage of the inn, Vincent walks over to the newly constructed bar and takes a seat. He orders his usual, tea and honey, and gently sips at it while enjoying the aromatic smell. However, Eryka, or more specifically the curse she bears, distracts him from his peace. Vincent isn't the only one who can sense the curse, and he knows full well that it's garnered the attention of the Demonic Sword as well. He could feel it sending out its message, the waves of evil that once passed through his veins now traveling freely through the two feet that seperated Vincent and Eryka. Vincent quickly sends his holy energies into the sword, seperating it from the world around it. Hopefully he was quick enough...
Little did Vincent know, however, that his intervention came just one second too late. The swords message carried loud and clear into Eryka's mind, its voice as deep and rumbling as Hellfire, "I can sense your hopes, child...You wish for power! An admirable goal, and one that I can help you in...I can grant you all the power you need, but first...you have to get me from this oaf of a Paladin. He won against my control in the end, thanks to the intervention of that forsaken potion! But if you had enough power to defeat him...you could take me for yourself. If you want power enough to acquire me, then follow the black cat..."
Even after Vincent's intervention, the message buzzes through your head, a constant reminder of the power sitting not two feet from you. Suddenly you hear a slight jingle, like that of a bell. You turn to face it and find a black cat perched in the window. Around its neck is a small bell, attached to a blood red collar. It stares at you with soulless eyes, waiting for you to make the first move.
((My first beginner dungeon: The Black Cat, should you choose to except it, will be ready for you once you find your party. Otherwise you can ignore the cat and I'll find someone else. Your choice, Eryka.))
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 6:20 pm
Eryka sips her drink quietly. She ponders the message she recieved from the cursed blade, and contemplates it's power. It would be alot of work, for her to be able to wield the weapon effectively, but in the long run, the rewards would most likely be worth it. Not to mention that the path to being able to achieve the weapon would be rewarding in it's own right. With that thought in mind, she got up, and quietly walked out of the tavern, pausing to scratch the black cat on the head, signaling she would return, with a few others.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 9:51 pm
The cat waits idly. It begins to purr at the gentle touch, but never once do those souless eyes leave you...
((I'll get the dungeon up and running as soon as I can and PM you when it is ready. Once you have your members let me know.))
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 6:59 am
FARGORE bursts threw the wreckage and walking straight up to Vincent pulls his SNC off his back and plaints it with a heavy swing into the side of Vincent’s head and then grabs him by the shirt lunching him into the air till he lands down the street with a loud thud. “What is it with you people and destroying my inn!?” stressed Lifting his hand up a ball of glowing light forms and slowly spreads around the destroyed inn. After the light fades away the inn is back, standing again in all its glory. “I swear I’m going to put my foot in the chest of the next person who destroys my inn!” scream With that FARGORE storms off.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 8:40 am
Wandering back from the outskirts of town, Bellamin was amazed to find the tavern back together again.
Stepping into the inn, he took a bar-stool close to the door and waited; note in hand.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 9:17 pm
As Bellamin waits the door to the in opens and a girl walks in. She has pink hair down to the middle of her back that is tied into a single braid. She’s wearing a flowing garb that gives her the appearance of a mage or wizard. The pointed and rimmed pink witch’s hat doesn’t hurt either.
She opens the door slowly and looks around the tavern before slipping in. She only opens the door far enough to barely squeeze in and gets started when the bell on the door chimes her entry. She even go’s as far as to turn around and putting a finger to her lips shushes it. When she turns back to the room she spots Bellamin, and seeming quite happy starts moving towards the bar where he sits. As she moves she sticks close to the wall and is constantly looking around as if expecting someone to jump out of nowhere and hit her.
After carefully crossing the room she stands in front of Bellamin for a moment. Mostly staring down at the ground she does peer up nervously from time to time before pinning her eyes back to the floor. after a moment you realize that it is not really you that she is looking up at, as your sword the Soul Stealer. After a moment she finally speaks.
“Um… Hello.” redface
Outside:
As soon as the door to the tavern closes a man wearing black jeans and boots walks out form an ally way and approaches now closed door. Once he arrives he turns around and leans his back against the hard wooden door and puts both of his hands behind his head. For a top he is wearing only a black leather vest with no under shirt. His skinny and slightly muscular chest could be seen threw the vest’s opening. As the man leans on the door he looks up at the night sky as if watching the stars.
Sytro (??)
Stats: ??
Token: Symbiotic Spirit (??)
Stats: ??
Note: no one may enter the tavern at this time without first confronting Sytro, the man leaning against the door.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 8:09 am
Slightly miffed at being headbashed and thrown like a ragdoll down the street. Walking with his head down and muttering violent curses he stops just shy of running into the man in front of the door. "Hello." He says with a friendly smile, something he wasn't quite certain he would be able to summon so easily, "Excuse me please." Vincent says politely as he points to the door, indicating that he wants to get in.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 8:25 am
Lazarus returns for a moment, wanting a drink before he returns to the town square to pester FARGORE a bit more. He looks at Vincent, and the man standing at the door.
"Umm, hello? This is FARGORE's tavern, and we're allowed in at any time."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 9:13 am
"Well... hello there?" Bellamin held up the pink stationary. "So, are you Mimiharu?" The spellsword gazed down at the floor before looking at his little collection of blades. "So, whats this letter about?" He once again held up the letter, but already guessed her intentions.
"Its the Soul Stealer isn't it?"
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 9:42 am
Varnis walked up to the Pub wondering what was going on. Walking up to the man that is leaning on the door, he looks around him for a moment, before just standing there looking at the man. "I just wanted a drink. Why do they have to make it so difficult to get one..." He said as he took a few steps back.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 6:19 pm
Inside:
The girl shakes her head yes for a moment without looking up. Reaching her hands up she taps her pointer fingers together in a coyish way. “It’s just.. can I just see it… for just a second?”
Outside:
Sytro lowers his head seeing the three people in front of him. Standing up straight he places his hand to his waist and bows slightly. “I do apologize for the inconvenience. It is not my intention to cause trouble. There just some business that a friend and I are attending to that I would like to go uninterrupted. Please understand I don’t mean any harm and I do not wish to fight.” after saying this he completes his bow and waits for your response.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 6:25 pm
Pondering this for just a second, he gave a 'What could possibly go wrong?' kind of shrug followed by nod.
Reaching down, he grabbed the sword and held it up to the girl.
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