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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:04 pm
"Well, there you go." Angel drummed her nails along the surface of the table.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 2:14 pm
Marinalla Ash nodded. "Maybe your right. Maybe I should start a new life." She told Ali. She smiled. "But. If I ever find out about my past I will be happy." She told him after a while.
Ali's expression turning stern before he told his soldier to head back home, he was going to deal with the invitation himself.* I hope your past isn't as dark and horrible as mine, nor that the future is aswell just like me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a soldier who's most likely undergone intense torture and missing an eye that I need to retrive.* Ali gave her a quick smile before he began to head towards the enterance, stopping abruptly for a moment and turning back around.* It might not be fruitful but you could try to seek out a Drow by the named of Lazarous Vitilarian in Euphoria, He's quite knowledgeable when it comes to ruins, legends, lore and whatnot. If anything he could maybe tell you what the ruins you woke up in used to be. Could trigger your memory a little. Here, use this card as a one day pass into my City. The patroling soldiers and inhabitant can probably direct you too him.* Ali plucked a card out from his back pocket and flicked it towards the bar. Sending it gliding through the air and landing ontop of the counter. Heading back out himself afterwards.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 1:01 pm
a faint roaring noise began to fill the air, growing louder and louder as a trail of dust drifted off the dissused road that ran to the guild. the sound came from a well tuned and maintained motorcycle with a lone figure crouched low along the length of the bike.the figures his dragon tail was pointed strait back and his wings wrapped firmly around his shoulders as he began to downshift and brought the bike to a slow stop with minimume trouble near the front door. nictating membranes that serived as his googles uncovered his pale blue dragon eyes as he looked up over the anceint building. dissmounting the bike the figure's tail looped under the heavily laden sadle bags as he made his way towards the front door. the arm that came from under his right wing to push open the door was a dragon's arm, with three claws that tappered down into wicked pointed talons. with no effort the massive double doors swung open on their protesting hinges as the figure made his way into the bar. with the saddle bag's contents clinking gently as his tailed swade back and forth. he made his way the the bar top."by the flights elders, its good to be back"
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