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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:01 pm
"I am not sure I have your sword, for Eleazor is older than you. Sebatious, I am not sure about if it as accursed as you say. The only reason I inquire of it is that..... my mission might be completed." He looked down, hiding something. He looked back up. "Is Eleazor yours truly? He has been a relic to my people for generations."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:06 pm
"I am older than I look young Archer, a curse can do...Many things. I have indeed forged Eleazor, it was in a line of four swords created.." Marley points to the sword on his shelf that had spoken to him earlier "That was one, your's, Eleazor was another..And I dare not imagine what befell the other two bearers of these swords.."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:11 pm
Archer looked to the other sword. "Indeed, it must be terrible, and as you must realize, Eleazor has changed since you forged him." He held the blade, resting the edge in the wood floor, and grabbing the handle o show that indeed, its form had drastically changed, in just a few short weeks. "It has become darker than anything I know of. It still does not seem.... accursed as of yet though."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:15 pm
"It channels through it's bearer...Eleazor will consume you if you let it, this merging of man and the blade spirit is a powerful form indeed..But to try and control it is sheer madness. The other two who purchased this line of swords were after the mastery of this ability..." Marley laughed, "I'm sure that worked out just swell."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:17 pm
"Honestly Marley though.... When this sword was corrupted, I was able to unlock potential of my race's natural ability. It seemed as if... the light were holding me back." He put Eleazor against the wall. It's crystal eyeseemed to stare at Marley blankly.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:23 pm
Name: Zenocabe'leano Acklanevien ~ZenoKABE' Lee Ano~ Last one sounds like its spelled.
Age:20
Race:Azerian
Gender: Male
Weapons: A 5' staff carved from oak, and carved with runes of his element.
Secondary Weapons: An assortment of short daggers and athames in the folds of his garments.
Powers: Dabbles in hydromancy, though he prefers the use of a staff to magic.
Allignment: Evil.. though he will vary from time to time.
Appearence:
I may draw another.. though I'm insure.
Biography: To be exposed throughout the events of the story.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:26 pm
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:27 pm
((No.. I'm not satisifed with that pic.. I'm going to draw another.. this one.. I don't believe fits right.))
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:28 pm
Marksman in the Chaos "Honestly Marley though.... When this sword was corrupted, I was able to unlock potential of my race's natural ability. It seemed as if... the light were holding me back." He put Eleazor against the wall. It's crystal eyeseemed to stare at Marley blankly. "Who passed this blade onto you?" Marley drew out Khastur's blade, and wrapping it in cloth laid it upon the table, it was dusk now and Marley had kept his promise of three days.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:28 pm
watchtower-guardian ((No.. I'm not satisifed with that pic.. I'm going to draw another.. this one.. I don't believe fits right.)) ((Oh ok lol, I was about to be like: WTF AM I DOING, DONIG THE LINE ART!?))
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:30 pm
"My Father. He was the Azurin as well, he was a... prominent Preacher in my society, he was given the job of something like an 'altar gaurd'" He sighed.His parents brought back memoriesof a different type. Less painful than he would have liked to admit.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:39 pm
"The touch of a priest..That may have been what slowed the El..At any rate, do you know how to cook? Anyone? I haven't eaten a good meal in years, and I'd like to have a send-off before you all go fight this Reinsen fella."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:43 pm
"Sendoff? I have yet to recieve what I came for. I will cook in exchange for it though." His expression became stoic and slightly angry. He stood, His white wings seeming to grow slightly. His wings, still recovering from unconsciousness, twitched and moved.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:43 pm
Zenocabe'leano, or Zeno as he was more commonly called, walked through the massive army camp quickly, nodding at the soldiers he passed. The black wings on his back ached for a flight, but camp rules were strict about the type of high-flying he needed to relieve the cramp.
His lord, Reinsen, had recently returned from his hunt. If rumours were to be believed, Lord Nevar had come back unsuccessfull, if that were true that would mean everyone would pay. The uncertainty only added to his pain by giving him a head-ache.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 11:45 pm
Marley sat down in a wooden chair with a plop, ignoring Archer's sudden change. "Oh aye, and what is it you want...?"
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