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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 7:27 pm
A strip of arid dry shrubland east of the Black Rock mountains and the Celest Valley, stretching all the way to the coast.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 9:03 pm
"I'll need to forcefully summon him to this place" He says while planting candles in a large formation around them. "This is a binding zone, once any type of summonable creature enters, it may not leave until the summoner is either Incapacitated, Dead, or stops the bindings"
"Next, you'll see that their trickery works in the opposite way...If i hurt myself, they come to see, because if my body is destroyed, it'll lose its form and have to take someone elses." He pulls out a knife a starts to make a number of small cuts on his chest and draws a symbol on the ground with the blood. "This will allow you to see him even though you don't have the Crest of Ambrigion on your forehead"
"I can sense his aura heading this way, so be prepared" The Divine Shotgun is removed from its resting place near his hip and brought to its new home near his chest, pointing towards the horizon.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 6:29 pm
"Usually it would've been you tellin' me to shoot and i'd just blast where you pointed. But thanks with the visability aid. ...I hate the ones that hide so I can't blast 'em." Jon hefted out his Uzi, already loaded with ammunition that had been blessed. He'd been working with Macleod long enough to expect this sort of thing. He checked and rechecked his gun. He sat cross legged, laying the Uzi in his lap. Jon then drew his 7.62 custom handgun, checking and rechecking it as well along with his explosives. It would not do to have any of his stuff jam or missfire.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 7:58 pm
(combat ensues and closes, cut scene back to town streets)
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 6:58 am
Marc was getting tired. He couldn't keep this up much longer. Soon, he saw people. "Help!" he yelled, not daring to look back and see how far they were behind him. "Help!"
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