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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:20 am
Charr lifted the man's now decimated head from the ground. He made a pulling motion and a cloud of black shadow was pulled from the strangers face. Charr looked bemused "Un-dead interesting..." he then made a small flame dagger and began to cut the robes but for some reason the wouldn't be severed " I think we have our selves an Un-dead enchanter or a enchanter who has brought back the dead... What do you think?" He directed this straight to Mort without any hesitation.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:13 am
((Undead is one word))
Mort stared at Charr, who was struggling with cutting the robe. Limping forward, he lifted his scythe and pushed it into the robes, the blade spraying blue sparks around it for a few seconds before it piecered the enchantment and passed through the material. if this scythe could cut through a building, i figured some enchanted cloth would pose no problem, Mort said as he removed the scythe from the robes, faint blue lines on the robes sparking as the magic within them disapperated.
((Yeah, its a cleaver's scythe. Razor woven and can theoreticaly cut through anything.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:57 am
"I was wondering how long have you been doing magic for?" He frowned "no pun intended but you not exactly... What's the word... refined" he grabbed a small cane from the dead dude and handed it to Mort " lean of it" He said pointing out the obvious.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:50 pm
Mort looked at Charr then shrugged, just recently. He stated as he stared at the cane, raising an eyebrow before dropping it and leaning on his scythe. though it's getting easier to control all the time, He claimed, holding out his left hand and reversing gravity around the dead body to prove his point. As the body floated up in the reversed gravity, a small black orb dropped out of a concealed pocket, bouncing off the ground without being marked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:42 am
"I'm guessing your on your way to the Sanctuary" he slowly began to scuff his feet across the pavement "I remember the first time I went there" he clicked his neck and continued " I was asked to stop a bunch of mages that had got a taste for diamonds they broke every bone in my arm when they threw me off a building..." He then began to sniff rapidly " Do you smell them?" He looked from left to right "there here... there's more of them.. Get up we need to fight."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:52 am
Mort's nose twitched slightly and he nodded, moving his scythe into a battle position as he backed against a wall, in order to stop people from surrounding him. what is them? what are we looking out for? He asked as eyes became visible in the shadows. ((I have finished making Fiend Necro  . What do you think of it?))
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:16 am
"More Undead" He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a two twin rapiers "The art of black fire, adept the fire goes over any weapon and lets me copy it flaming or not whenever I bid a heavy breathing could be heard from the street outside. The stench or rotting corpses and death had grown to nearly unbearable. As Mort and Charr readied themselves for a fight, to the death...
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:33 am
Mort watched as an undead creature lurched towards him, before suddenly crossing the last two meters in an instant as it dashed towards him. Lashing out with his scythe, Mort managed to decapitate the attacking undead before striking it with the handle of the scythe, sending the creature reeling backwards. Pushing his left hand forward, Mort focused on a point where the undead seemed to be coming from, his eyes glowing with a fell energy. There was a small thunderclap and 4 of the undead were crushed as gravity increased around them, smearing their remains into the ground.
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