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 Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 7:41 pm
Everything in the room has a specific place. The owner isn't a neat-freak or anything to that extent, but he likes to make sure all his books are where they need to be. The room is lighted by a single candle, and the shadows dance around as you take your steps inside.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 11:49 am
Greg walked into his room and collapsed on the little bed in the corner. He watched the shadows fly around him as the flickering candle shifted from the tiny breeze....I have nothing left.... He flicked his wrist and a book came over to him. He opened to a page that had been exposed to the world more than all the others.
Releasing all magic at once is a fatal gesture that ends in mass destrution.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 1:40 pm
Myra walked past Greg's goor. As she walked, her eyes kept straying to the door. She sighed and walked up the the door. She raised her hand and was about to knock, when she stopped in mid knock. myra sighed and turned away, running down the hall to her room.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 6:23 pm
Greg put the book down....those were myra's foot steps...He reconized them. In the past, when he was still a part of her squad years ago, he could hear her running off in the middle of the night, just to get away from the chaos of battle. He stood and walked to his door....should I?...a minute passed and he left his room and turned down the hall towards the commander's.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:28 pm
Greg returned to the room that had been barley used. He closed his door with a flick of his wrist and collapsed onto the small matress that had been his bed. Unlike all the rest of the armies barracks, the bed in his room was very low to the ground, to the point where he could roll from his bed onto the floor without falling. He took the spell book in his hands and reopened it to the same page as before. "This will kill me...i'll never use it if I can...." he lay it down beside him and closed his eyes......I could use it, it'll kill me, but it can also kill all my enemies....but it would also kill my allies....it's war, people die....why don't we stop it without killing anybody then?.....as soon as I can find out how to do that, then i'll reconsider......He reopened his eyes as a cold sweat coated him. He was aware of his voice in his own head, along with the inner-soldier's that wanted to kill everybody off. "Why me?" he whispered to himself, sitting up with his head in his hands.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:18 pm
Greg stood and walked to the center of the room, picking up a piece of chalk in the process. He sat on the ground, and drew a large circle around him with latin writing around the exterior of it's ring. the process took mere minutes, and at the end, he tossed the chalk to the ground ourside the circle. He stood up and stepped out of his diagram, nothing important about it, it just helped him visualize his focus points. Removing his jacket, stained his blood, and tossing it into the orb that would clean it, he picked up another piece of chalk. The chalk was made of coal and ash, so that it would leave a trail if rubbed. He stood before the mirrior, and wrote symbols on each hand, and then a few that arched across his chest. The final step, he summoned his scythe, which already had symbols ingraved into the steel, and returned to the circle. Sitting on his knees, he closed his eyes once more. Without saying anything, the lights dimmed and the door locked. He took a small breath, and pressed his finger against the circle. It began to glow a bright red, which woul be obvious to anybody outside his door, but he had his doupts anybody would notice. The red glow covered his finger, and he pressed it against the center of his chest. The black symbols began to glow white, making his body burn deeply, but it was nothing new to him. He reopened his eyes, the red aura reflecting off his eyes.....tame the power of the magic. turn it to my own.....He focused hard, and the red glow turned into a strong blue....now take the newly tamed power as my own..... He released his sycthe, which now began to float above him, and held his palms facing the outside of the circle. The blue aura began to channel itself in front of Greg before it seeped into his body, making his interior glow beneith his skin. HE felt the magic flow through him, almost burning, yet not. He stood and held his scythe tightly, the symbol on it began to glow as well and also absorbed the energy. And his final task, he removed the pendent from his neck and pressed it to the floor, absorbing the final remains of the newly developed magic. The glow subsided, and he removed himself from the circle. The lights stayed dim, and the door unlocked itself. Without saying anything else, he lay on his bed, the symbols burned into his skin showing, and feel asleep.
((okay...so i got bored...lol, Sue Me! but in all seriousness, if anybody were to walk in, all they'd see would be the burnt floor, and him passed out with all his symbols burned into is torso))
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 6:09 pm
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 8:41 pm
[[[he had to regain his magic in a quick way somehow...]]
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:40 pm
Greg stood from his bed as he slowly woke from his slumber. He walked over to the orb and pulled out his coat, his uniform. Before putting it on, he examined the scars across his body from the inscriptions that were burnt into his skin. His palms were beyond healing with magic, only time would cure them. He pulled his uniform onto his body and exchanged the torn and tattered pants that he had on from battle with fresh new ones. Before leaving, though, he slipped gloves over his hands to hide the marks left by the ritual.
[[exit greg]]
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