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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 3:56 am
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there were two kingdoms that were constantly at war. They had been at war for generations; perhaps the reason for their fighting was lost, but still they fought.
The kingdom of Demagoguerod tamed bearicorns as well as humanoids for the armies, while the kingdom of Xelan raised an army of giant echidnas to fight alongside the humanoids. Both kingdoms were evenly matched; hence the battle having been going on for centuries. But the new rulers were cunning, far more so than their predecessors. Could this bring about a change in the war? If so, who would win, and who would lose?
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 4:01 am
 The Demagoguerians:The Sentinel of Demia, Champion of Bearicorns, Grand Poobah of the Realm, and All Around General Big Wig.: played by Demagoguery
Name: Rayel
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Bard/cleric
Magic: Typical bard spells and special cleric spells. These spells include: Summon Bearicorn, Photobucket Smite, Pwn of Ultimate 1337ness, Greatly Irritate, etc.
Special Abilities: Rayel is like her God in many ways. Her bard song allows her to greatly inspire or greatly annoy, though she can't always control which. Has a powerful song of confusion, another gift from Dema,
Weapons: A fiddle, a battle guitar, and her voice. And vast armies. And her bearicorn mount.
Bio: Due to the chaotic nature of the Demagogue hierarchy leadership positions are extremely unstable. Titled Sentinel, the lord of Demia can rule anywhere between sixty years to sixty seconds. Rather than having an inherited line, Dema chooses her leaders personally, giving them a mark. Although the position of Sentinel fluctuates there is a select group of followers set up to help and guide the often confused leader. These followers remain in power until death, or until Dema gets annoyed and kills them off. For the last few years her two principle followers Phoenix and Angelic Illusions served her people well, ushering in a golden age of prosperity and merriment.
However, with the unexpected murder of Angelic Illusions (rumors of Xelan involvement were never proved)and Phoenix's illtimed burning (for which he will not be blamed since it is a necessary part of his cycle), the land was plunged into darkness. Still recovering from the War for Gamer's Intent, the Demians were shattered by the loss of the beloved Phoenix and Angelic. Seeing the weakness of their hated rivals, the treacherous Xelans marched on the Demian lands still in mourning.
It was at this time of anarchy and grief that a young bard traveling in the mountain borders that separated the two lands caught sight of a Xelan patrol searching for quick passage through the mountains, large enough for an army to pass through.
Using a combination of power and cunning the bard managed not only to drive the patrol away, but also sealed the passage they found.
Although a small victory, the people of the land praised the bard as a hero. Even Demagoguery herself was impressed, and gave the bard the mark of her favor. When the people saw the mark of Photobucket they fell on their knees and praised Dema, for she had given them a new leader.
Confused and terrified, the bard was thrust onto the throne (actually, more like a really big sparkly rock that Dema had declared a throne on a whim) and pronounced Sentinel of Demia. Used to their God's capricious ways, the high priests and priestesses were able to rush the bard through the orientation process and various rituals, although they had to pause in the middle of the coronation to ask the bard's name.
And so, Rayel the bard became the Sentinel of Demia, Champion of Bearicorns, Grand Poobah of the Realm, and General All Around Big Wig. She also became a high priestess of Demagoguery, a strange act even for Dema.
Born in the mountain regions Rayel knows the area well, and plans to delay Xela's troops as long as possible while she waits for reinforcements. Several small guerrilla troops are stationed there, each with a mage or clairvoyant.
Personality: Although grossly inexperienced, Rayel has risen to the challenge, typical of Dema's chosen. In her short reign she has managed to develop and put into play a battle plan, as well as calm the people. Although growing more confidant of her ability to rule, Rayel was humble enough to send off envoys to ask Dema's allies for help. Intelligent, she pours over tomes of knowledge, seeking confirmation of lost civilizations and forgotten magic. Clever, crazy, or both, Rayel has sent several mages out on secret missions. Highly charismatic; when shes gets into one of her impassioned speeches one can barely notice her limp.
Appearance: Short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a long scar along her face. One of her legs is badly maimed, a gift from a manticore. Always wears a necklace with one long manticore tooth and a pelican feather. The significance of the feather is unknown. Always walks with a staff or cane, which makes her unable to walk while playing an instrument.
Plague Bringer:played by Lovable Parasite
Name: Nelo Lyllandrix
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Nagi
Class: Barbarian
Magic: Poison and mild vampiric powers (Dema insisted on this one because of my name).
Weapons: Really big ax. Really big.
Bio: An orphan, Nelo never knew her parents. She was raised in one of Demagog's temples. At the age of 15 she left the temple to return to her homeland and learn more about her people. In only six years she became a prominent general in the army. When she heard that Demagog needed her services she immediately pledged her armies to Rayel and now marches for the mountains, leaving half of her army behind in case one of the coastal cities is attacked. Several small nagi patrols are currently watching the seas for any enemy ships.
Personality: Nelo is usually very cheerful and friendly but she's an extremely serious commander. She is very dedicated to Rayel, as she owes her all of her success (that was also put in by dema xd )
Lord Jaded of the Rosenvour Brigade:played by Jaded_Illusionz
Name: Cyril
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Race: ???
Magic: Cyril is an Illusionist. His illusions are so vivid though, that one’s senses are completely fooled. He’s also said to dabble in the darkest of magics; things only devil worshipers would partake in. Plus, it’s said he sees glimpses of the future at times, though never anything important. He did foretell the cavity their High Priest obtained 3 years back after he’d eaten Cyril’s cake, though many people still wonder today if Cyril simply hadn’t cursed him.
Weapons: He carries a paintbrush, but this is to indulge his love for art. Plus, he paints images of people’s deaths, and while some believe he tells the future, the people he paints are usually old and decrepit, or being put to death. Really, in melee combat, his best bet would be to throw teacups. Very reassuring.
Bio: Cyril’s real name is unknown, and so is his life before he became a productive member of Demain society. Of course their Goddess Demagoguery knows this much, that having been a weak child, Cyril was ill quite often. This was why it was even more unfortunate that he was hit by a carriage and died. His mother was quite distraught, and thus paid for a resurrection. It took place 2 days after his death, and the ressurection was quite a failure, despite the fact that he was alive. The veins near his left eye moving out towards his ear bulged, and his right eye was a red and glowed in the dark. Even his personality was changed, and it was said that the boy’s soul wasn’t returned to his body by itself, but a demon also dwelled within it now. This could be quite a fallacy though. He appears to be an elf barely hit adulthood, though he’s an illusionist, so for all people know he could be however old and of whatever race he chooses.
He’s been a follower and a Demian for some 150 years now, and following the distressful death of his assumed twin brother, he slipped into a seat of power in the Demian Hierarchy once held by Angelic.
Personality: He likes dark places, enjoys the company of twisted beings, though he doesn’t like evil beings, and he’s quite fond of tea. Actually, he’s been known to sway the masses and change the course of people’s fate, simply for a good cup of tea and some cake, for he’s also in love with cake. Because of his fondness of twisted, and good things in his opinion, he’s quite in love with the skeletal unicorns seen in Dema’s lands.
Chief Quartermaster, Judicial overlord of all things slimy, and Timewaster:played by Phoenixstormclaw
Name: Corvee Tadara
Age: 237
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Magic: Corvee has limited control over time magic; he can move almost twice as fast as others when he sets his mind to it, and is able to cast an aura of slowness over a wide area. This ability has vastly helped him in his bureaucratic career.
Weapons: Is not the quill mightier than the sword? Generally, no. However, when you wield a giant, reinforced steel feather that has been blessed by Dema herself, that old adage does indeed hold true. Due to his centuries of battle experience, Corvee is capable of competently wielding this one-and-a-half handed weapon in his right hand as though it were a normal quill, allowing him to grasp his tower shield (shaped like a lawbook, with the word 'Justice' engraved in elvish on the front) adequately with his left. Incidentally, the shield was also enchanted by Dema, giving it spell resistance.
Bio: Corvee spent his early years as a desk clerk in Dema's highly inefficient (just as all should be) bureacratic government, an organisation which was ineffective largely because it held no authority other than to delay things occurring. However, he received rapid promotions, causing all his colleagues to suspect Dema's involvement, even though (to Corvee's knowledge) he merely cheated his way to the top.
Corvee was Phoenix's predecessor as the Demian Sentinel's follower, and had enjoyed his voluntary retirement once the seemingly omnipotent Phoenix took up his post. However, after a decade in power, the Phoenix ignited, destroying a wooden stool and a delicious salami on his way out into oblivion, resulting in Corvee being called back into service. He doesn't resent Rayel's decision, and is in fact enthusiastic about using his experience to provide this most recent ruler with guidance.
Personality: Corvee was born with a talent that is generally considered to be a prerequisite for a bureaucrat; patience. Of course, he also seems to lack emotions, as evident through his ability to sentence a criminal to immediate death when the subject's only crime was to sign instead of initial on the dotted line underneath the fourth (and a half) paragraph on the second page of the 'Foster child adoption application document 7-B'. Despite his cold heart and stony gaze, Corvee can at least claim that he is consistent in his judgements within the law courts, and above all is loyal to his leader and his God.
Appearance: Tall for an elf, Corvee reaches just over 6 feet in height and shrouds himself in the bright red robes of a statesman. In his presence, one can occasionally hear the c***k of steel or spy a glint of light reflecting from his armour. He tends to wear glasses although his vision is almost perfect; he decided long ago that the spectacles befitted a man of his lifestyle.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 4:05 am
The Xelans:
The Queen: played by iPray
Name: Joshua Xelan
Age: 93
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Magic: Pyrokinetics. Has to meditate for an hour each morning at sunrise to provide her with full magic strength.
Weapons: Handbag
Bio: For the first ten years of her life, her parents thought she was a boy, hence the origins of her name. As she was looked after by a nanny, her parents didn't realise that he was actually a she until she hit puberty and it became a little more obvious.
She grew up knowing that she was to be the ruler of her kingdom. With her parents unable to bear anymore children, she was the sole heir to the throne, and took her position very seriously. Her mother died when she was thirteen from a deadly illness, and her father just over when she was 23. Noone knows why, although many suspect that a cow fell on his head. However, the cow ran away before they could catch it, so no questioning was able to be performed.
She has ruled, uncontested, for over half a century now, and shows no sign of dying any time soon. Some say she was granted immortality by Xaltan, the only thing he ever managed to do right.
Personality: Joshua is quite fiery tempered, a fact belied by her age. She rewards loyalty fiercely, while punishes traitors with a vengeance. Most things are very black and white to her, there is hardly any grey area.
She is very wise and cunning, making her an excellent ruler. She is fiercely adored by her people. Despite her diminutive stature [Only 3'11"], her personality is larger than life.
Warrior and Assassin (I will be leafy's most ruthless warrior faithful only to teh queen LeafY!!!): played by Ame Mi Vita
Name: Renata Xeran
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human.
Magic: Unnaturally acute sense of hearing. Invisibility.
Weapons: Sword, Kukri, Bow and Arrow, Fighting staff.
Bio: Renata Xeran was a very unusual child. She had no brothers and her father was disappointed for lack of a son to pass on his skills to. At seven years of age, she demanded that her father teach her the ways of the warrior as if she were his son and after some hesitation he obliged. At the rate that she progressed he soon became very proud of his daughter and after several years, began to treat her more like a fellow man rather than a daughter that required protection. She began developing some strange abilities at the age of 14 which proved very useful.
Her father died in a battle when she was 16 and it was up to her to continue her training and fight for her freedom, for her family and for her home.
Personality: Renata is a young woman who takes pride in her skills. She is willing to fight and kill ruthlessly to protect who and what she loves. That includes her home and it's ruler.
She is loyal and has no certain phobias. She cannot name her greatest fear because she doesn't know what it is. Whatever fear arises at some point in time will be her greatest fear for that moment, until it passes. She will let nothing hold her back.
High Mage. (The highest in the Kingdom, however only second in magic to Queen Joshua!!):played by TallTwin
Name: Jamie Xylaria
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Magic: Mostly Elemental, Jamie prefers to not cause people pain from status magic, he has morals you know. He also has control of the Giant Echidnas.
Weapons: When not using magic, an exotic halberd
Bio: Jamie has been a wandering traveller ever since he was five years old. He has little knowledge of his parents, except that they left him behind in a previous war. Since then he has wandering across the land, learning various skills from various people. The most important person in his life (aside Queen Joshua of course) is the Wizard Curtis, who taught Jamie most of the skills and magic that he knows and uses in the war today. Another blow to Jamie's temper is the fact that Curtis was brutally murdered in an unfair battle where Jamie was sent off to the nearest village to purchase supplies, and ultimately was unable to save him. He sought a place or hobby to help him get over his loss, and has thus found the Xelans. With them he vents his anger at the Demagogians.
Personality: Jamie is rather aggresive when it comes to defending the queen, for obvious reasons. He is well known for helping the ones in trouble or in need, healing them with his magic if deemed necessary. He thinks that no one should endure a grueling loss like the one he has suffered.
God/Lord of all Xelans:played by Panthera Enigma
Name: God of the Xelans, Xaltan
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown to everyone, even itself. Refers to itself as male.
Race: God.
Allegiance: Xelan (Questionable)
Magic: Godly like magic that seems to go wrong or even backfire occasionally. Correction, most of the time and it usually benefits Demagoguans over Xelans.
Weapons: Walking stick
Bio: Xaltan has been around for as long as the Xelans have. He believes that they thinked him into existence, so therefore he has a duty to protect them. He's spent his entire life devoted to protecting them. Unfortunately, they also envisioned him as a really old dottering man. So he is and has, in the past, accidentally aided the Demagoguans instead of the Xelans.
Personality: Xaltan forgets everything. Except for the fact that the Xelans are to be protected. He's never quite sure where he is and always seems to get lost, even though he's a god. It takes him a while to remember how to cast spells and even then he usually gets it wrong. Its a wonder that his followers can even cast the simplest spells, but many theories about this can be boiled down to maybe that the spells just come from him and aren't granted directly by him. Otherwise all Xelans would have died ages ago to their own stupidity in asking a grissled old god for spells.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:29 pm
It was morning, and the Queen was meditating on the shoulders of one of her guards. It was the greatest honour, and any guard was pleased to do this for his Queen. After all, her meditation is what gave her her awesome power.
The hour completed, Torkyn gently let his Queen down, and returned to his station. The Queen returned to her rooms, where she was to meet with the aging god of the Xelans. Of course, the doddering old man had probably forgotten, she thought with affection. Xaltan might be a bit forgetful and largely unhelpful, but for a god, his personality was far more entertaining than any of the other gods the Xelans had worshipped over the centuries. After all, forgetful gods didn't come along every day.
Actually, Xaltan reminded her of a book she had read, also with a forgetful god. Fizbud? Fuzzball? Fizban! That was it. Good book, that.
But anyway, there were more pressing issues to deal with lately. The current ruler of the Demagoguerians was actually worth fighting. Perhaps even one day they could sign a peace treaty? After all, Joshua knew that the war was taxing on both peoples. But it was such an old tradition; the people would probably baulk at the idea of peace. And anyway, it wasn't like the Demagoguerians were likely to accept a treaty. Joshua wasn't even sure it would work anyway. It would probably be best to simply wipe out the opposing army and then merge the two peoples. Of course, that too, would probably end in bloodshed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:49 pm
It could be said that Jamie woke up, but he doesn't sleep. He meditates through the evening hours. However, Jamie rose from the floor all the same, ready for what there was definitely going to be a long day. He glanced over to his painted bullseye target on the wall in his room, a threw a lightning bolt at it. Wandering casually over to the target, he noticed a small burn mark right in the middle of it. Pefrect shot. Jamie was happy with himself.
He exited his room to go over to the Queen's quarters. He waited outside the door patiently, awiting his Queen's orders and proceedings of the day's events.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 12:51 am
iPray Fizban! That was it. Good book, that. ((WOOO! My favourite male mage/God! ...oh yeah, back to writing the profile XD))
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 3:50 am
A loud snore greeted Joshua as she opened the door to her lounge room. Xaltan sat in an armchair, his head resting on the top of the back of the chair, his mouth open. A warped piece of wood lay resting against the arm of the chair.
The deity didn't so much as bat an eyelid as Joshua walked in. If he was awake, he would have been slightly amused by the fact that Joshua would have been able to see straight up his nose.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 9:20 am
Lord Cyril sat in the Queen’s dining hall, at the head of the table sipping some tea while eating some cake. This wasn’t uncommon for him, for he was always doing these things. Though today, while he did this, he was doodling upon a piece of parchment, stick figures with names above them. Nelo was on the left side of the parchment, brandishing two triangles on a line, most likely her axe, with a whole bunch of scribbles behind her with the words “Beautiful, Awesome Army of Awesomeness and Lady Nelo the Undestructible.” He nodded in approval, and began to draw on the other side of the paper. He began to draw the stick figure Queen Xelan, and above it wrote “Dirty, Wicked Crone”. Yet again he nodded in approval and continued with his doodles.
While he doodled he continued to sip his tea and eat his cake, until he went to take another sip and it was all gone. His eyes grew wide and looked about frantically, after trying to pour himself more to find that the pot was also empty. “Emergency!” He yelled out, standing up abruptly. His eyes were tearing up as a maid hurried into the room, quietly speaking her apologies as she poured him some more tea and replaced his empty pot. He quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled brightly at her, positively beaming. “Thank You.” And with that he returned to his drawing.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 12:47 pm
(I'm bored... And I love this character. Do not make me post pictures of all of you all over myspace for your lack of posting. You do not wish to be blamed for blinding thousands!)
Cyril sat there, doodling his doodles. Actually he’d started some hours ago, the better half of the large table was covered in his drawings. Many of them had no significance at all, and others foretold the future, but not to his knowledge. Some were stick figures and childish drawings, while others elaborate works of art quite possibly worth a very pretty penny if it hadn’t spilled tea on them, which seemed to happen to all of his beautiful paintings and was under much scrutiny if he did it on purpose or by accident.
He put down his quill and rested his elbow upon the table, and then his cheek upon his palm. “So bored and there’s no one to play with...” He watched the maids hustle and the butlers bustle and he sighed deeply. If only his good friends were awake. Then the thought occurred to him. With a smile of delight and a wave of his hands a perfect image of Queen Rayel appeared before him. “Oh my dearest Rayel, how good it is for you to join me.” His voice was brimming with joy. “I’ve been so bored waiting for some one to join me. Please, come and have a seat.” The image smiled and moved to a seat next to Cyril, in opposite spots where they’d normally dine.
Then the image spoke. “Oh, I would never leave you, Mr. Cyril, to draw magnificent pieces of art in boredom.” She fingered a particular drawing of a line-sketched bearicorn, quite badly done also. “These are such beautiful pieces of art.” She sighed. “I only wish I was half the artist you were, so I could paint beautiful things.”
Cyril frowned. “Well, that’s the most you could ever hope for, for my talents are the greatest and the bestest.” His tone was a little cold, as if she were crazy to think she could even be half as great as he was. It softened though as he remembered he loved his queen. “But do not fear, I will tutor you.” He edged closer towards her on the throne. “I will come to you tonight in private, and show you my... my secrets, yes secrets will do.” He smiled brightly, beaming again. Of course to him he was just going to show her how to paint, but his words may sound quite different to other ears. “Though mind you, I tried to show Nelo once and she was quite furious. When I say 2 in the morning, I mean it, but it was as if she never expected me.” In his moment of poutiness the image blurred, just for a moment.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 7:51 pm
Forgive my absence. I took a short break to remind myself how grateful I am to live in America the Awesome. And eat my weight in mashed potatoes>
Rayel walked into the room, saw her image and Cyril, and promptly walked out again.
This time she knocked before entering. She needed to start taking advantage of that Herald running amok in the Imperial Place of Pointy Spires and Pretty Important Stuff (IPPSPIS, pronounced Ipspies by the natives, or just called that really big castle thing over there). Rayel didn't want to have any more embarrassing interruptions.
Although she had no idea whether this was embarrassing or not. All sorts of strange and unspeakable things seemed to go on here. Like the Photoshop development lab.
Horrible horrible unspeakable things.
Despite a few horrible unspeakable exceptions, Rayel was growing accustomed to life here. Her first night she had locked her bedroom door, terrified of some lunatic coming in and stealing her kidneys. Now she locked her door to keep out roaming packs of platypi and chancellors seeking a bedtime story.
"Forgive my tardiness," Rayel said, seating herself opposite of Cyril. "Meetings, important stuff, the usual rubbish. Can I get some Sprite Remix?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 12:46 pm
“Of course, just a moment.” He had just waved away the illusion as Her Majesty, the real one, entered the room for the second time for he hadn’t noticed her the first due to his intense conversation about his horrible nightmare about vicious man-eating Chiwawas. They had wanted his paintbrush to paint the future for Queen Joshua the icky, and the warp reality with it.
Cyril stood and clapped his hands, and paused. Nothing happened, no one came. He frowned. This wasn’t right. He coughed loudly and clapped even louder, this time for a small maid to poke her head from the doorway to the kitchen. She waved her hand at Cyril and he moved towards he, not even bothering to ask why the servant was commanding their master. “Yes, what is it? Her Majesty wishes for some Sprite Remix, and it’s best not to keep her waiting for such important and wonderful things.” He spoke with a grave tone. The little maid replied. “But sir,” Her voice was meek. “I told you this morning about the... The bad news.” She then whispered in his ear and he nodded and with a sigh of understanding he turned back to the queen. “Still, fetch us a bottle, will you?”
Cyril made his way back to the table with a bright smile and hands clasped together. “My how ravishing and delectable you look today my darling Queen.” He paused. “The Sprite Remix shall be here in a moment, but I have some bad news. Apparently the Xelans have done a horrible, and once thought impossible task. They have taken control over our roads to the Cokery, so what we have of Sprite Remix is all we have until we regain control over the situation.” He was actually unsure of how she’d take this, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be with a sane smile upon her face.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 6:20 pm
"The bastards," she exhaled, resting her head on her fists. "Those clever clever bastards." It seemed every hour there was some new disaster. And not the regular typical disasters, like the constant explosions or that strange musical episode last week. People had been dancing in perfect choreography all day, all the while singing about the joys of cleaning and love and sandwiches and whatnot.
"We need to contact the temples," she said, pulling her head out of her hands. "They need to start conserving the reserves." The priestesses used sprite remix to enter into a spiritual meditative state, making them conduits for pure awesome.
Rayel leaned back, staring at her empty glass forlornly. "Enough talk of war," she said, prodding the glass. "Let's have a pleasant lunch. Afterwards we can gather the others and discuss more serious things."
There was an old Demagogian saying: If you get too serious the Glorious Lord Dema will drop a cow on your head. It came from an old fable. A Sentinel saw the slaughter of a thousand innocents by the Xelan army. Grief stricken, he climbed to the top of the highest mountain and cried out to Dema: Why?
She replied "Why not?" and dropped a cow on his head.
The cow the became Sentinel and her reign was one of peace and prosperity, one of the greatest in history.
Rayel had thought it only a story before her chancellors had told her it had actually happened to the esteemed Sentinel Roni several centuries ago. At least they think it happened. It's hard to tell, what with Dema constantly bending reality to suit her whims.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:28 pm
((*Itches to join in* ...Leafy hasn't accepted my profile yet, so I can't come and play with you... crying gonk domokun ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:57 pm
Phoenixstormclaw ((*Itches to join in* ...Leafy hasn't accepted my profile yet, so I can't come and play with you... crying gonk domokun ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 2:15 am
((Why pick on me?!?! I'm more likely to say no than yes.
Approved, reluctantly. If I get to play a god, he at least gets to play a time-waster.))
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