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 Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2006 11:20 pm
Damrius nodded, and headed back to his tent he had awoken from. He crawled into the far corner, or what was the far corner from his point of veiw, and would rest, and wait until morning.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:31 pm
Morning came quickly, and soon, the whole group was heading into the mountains where Ragnarok lay.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:34 pm
Damrius remained towards the back of the group, looking at Ryugi's back.
Vargus... is dead? Then how is she alive in my time?
Damrius shook his head to get away from the though, and slipped his hand onto the hilt of the vengeful. Mountains were dangerous things, especially when traveling with Ryugi.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:55 pm
Luckily for the group, nothing really eventful took place until they reached the mouth of a cave. After a few minutes of clearing the opening, the group would make their way inside it. They moved into the first dark room, and tried to get their bearings.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:57 pm
Damrius stood there, looking around the room, the only decent shapes he could make out were the ones of the party.
How far in is Ragnarok?
Damrius drew his sword, listening for extra breathing patterns, or footsteps that didn't match theirs.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:08 pm
Illumination!
Kara's voice was heard and a soft white orb of light appeared in front of the group, lighting the cave and showing just how narrow this entry tunnel was.
I'm not sure, but according to legend the sword is supposed to be in a chamber deep in the mountain surrounded by the Divine Light of the Adamants.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:10 pm
I just hope Ramiel's not here...
Damrius whispered to himself, figuring that this was probably way before Ramiel was even in existance.
Sounds like a helluva walk. Any of the Legends mention what might be guarding it?
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:14 pm
They mention a dark scourge that must be defeated in order for the sword to be reached. We don't know what it is, but either way, it won't be a cake walk.
Deven answered that as the group continued to make their way into the cavern.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:16 pm
Ah...
Damrius remained quiet, and pulled in some energy, preparing for any upocming fights, and for this "Dark Scourge"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 6:14 pm
Silver Moonblade Well...It seemed that the lady was fully capable of taking care of the both of them, and as much as Silver hated to do nothing, he was in no situation to do anything about it. His keeping a keen watch would have to suffice... for now. After quite a bit of running and jumping, the young woman stopped and landed on top of one of the few buildings which still had any kind of discernible roof. She brushed herself off and turned to face Silver, speaking to him. That was quite a nasty run-in you had going on there. What exactly were you doing that sector of the city anyway? It's practically suicide!The young girl's eyes were a bright rosy red-violet, and she looked a bit quizzical, rather than mad. Her hair was nearly a perfect shade of white, but was tinted violet at the same time, almost making it look like a whitish-violet in the light that had begun to break through the harsh clouds. Her clothing was simple. A pair of black boots complete with shin and knee guards, some thick dark blue pants that appeared to also serve as armor, a simple white shirt with a thick black vest over it that covered her shoulders to just under her armpits, and thick gloves that rose to her forearms, metal glinting where it was evident she was wearing forearm guards. She sheathed her sword, Junketsu, at her waist as she spoke. Silver would notice that the sword was beautifully crafted, and shone brightly in the sunlight peeking through the clouds. The handle was wrapped with a thick black material for better grip, and the hilt and top of the handle were both shining white silver. And pressed into the silver of the hilt was an elaborate design made of two letters. "KI"
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 7:17 pm
"..."
He was quiet for a moment. He was drained physically, mentally, and magically. Which wasn't much of a surprize; he was just in three intense back-to-back fights. He scarcely had the energy to talk, much less walk straight. He couldn't even handle an Ambush Drake in his condition.
And it showed. There was no way one could hide that.
"I'm looking for something. That's all."
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 7:18 pm
What exactly could be so important that you were running around in the west side of the city? Everyone here knows that the west side of this city is practically crawling with monsters and minions...
The girl continued to interrogate him, but she seemed more inquisitive than angry, and more friendly than adversarial.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 7:38 pm
Silver merely shrugged.
"Something personal. It isn't exactly something that has a physical form."
It sounded like he was searching for something symbolic. Well... it was somewhat true. He was looking for a way out, and for semblance of old landmarks. Not like he had to tell her anything, anyways.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 7:49 pm
Ini wer Adamants...
Well, whatever it is that you're looking for, just be careful, ok? Its a dangerous city out here. We don't need anyone else dying...
The girl rubbed a hand through her hair before turning around, her back to Silver. She pulled out a large white scarf from her pack and wrapped it around her neck.
Make sure to stay warm... It gets cold here at night.
She then walked towards the end of the building, making ready to hop down and continue on her way to wherever she was going.
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 8:10 pm
Is that...?
He thought he recognized a certain article of clothing, but he couldn't be sure.
"Heh. Vur tokeq travels ekess wux, ichl."
He staggered off towards the eastern sector, taking the womens advice.
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