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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 5:22 pm
At the camp to the East of Crater Lake, Kitxoone paced, nibbling on the side of his thumb, "this isn't Good - With Qehj back, Kahlidah is awakening.. Getting Angry... A spirit of Balance is being twisted. Kahlidah. The great Mother..." His eyes lift as the Sandpainters arrive, "Not as many of you as I hoped. Hopefully they are hiding in the Great Hall..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:15 pm
*Charon lands near the worried fairy, his powerful wings beating to ease his decent. As he approaches he appears visibly irritated, tail whipping from side to side and nostrils flareing.*
Voices in my head. How dare they... I won't tolerate things talking inside my head.
*He grumbles, settling down before Kit and folding his wings.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:22 pm
Soaring in soon after Charon was Orion. The call to make a choice had been made, but he'd already made his decision years ago. He scanned the camp below, unsurprised to find his "brother" missing. Huffing a sigh, he landed a few yards away and walked up, leathery wings tucked on either side of him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:49 pm
Ran quietly flew into the training grounds, idling flying by till she noticed that Kitxoone and a few Sandpainters were within the village. Curious as to what was happening, as she wasn't aware of the day's events, she landed softly nearby but kept her distance. Sitting down and making herself comfortable, she watched soundlessly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 4:52 am
As soon as night fell Seiki took to the skies, not knowing exactly where he was going but knowing it was someplace where he would be needed. His wings beat silently as he flew farther and farther away from the scrub forest. His eyes scanning the grounds below him searching for others. Within an hour of flying he found what he was searching for, others.
Circling around the area like a vulture Seiki glided down towards the rest of them, his powerful wings fanning the grounds as he landed. “Did anyone else feel the rumbling of the earth?” He spoke softly as he stretched himself out causing his wings to spread and flutter some. Yawning Seiki folded his feathery wings and walked over to the rest of the group.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 4:58 am
In tandem, Sidera and Solaris kited in, riding with breeze off the waterfall with practiced ease. Sidera's face and manner betraying nothing, though Solaris could not stop the agitated twitching of her own tail. Moonlight glinted from the Aviadracus' jewelry as she turned and offered a proper bow to Kitxoone.
"We have come to offer aid against the darkness...if we can," the Aviadracus intoned solemnly.
"An exercise in futility," Sidera informed her friend, "But, still, I have no wish to lose the stars, or my sight of them, to some 'darkness' that speaks within minds."
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 11:40 am
Marlowe flew ahead of Korrit, hoping she'd follow closely. Brimming with the need to protect his new found love, he hurried to Kitxoone's training ground. His eyes glowed with fierce intensity as the shining moon illuminated the night. Within a matter of minutes, he found his way to the campsite. Landing with a gentle thud, he approached the other Painters that had gathered around Kitxoone. He bowed his head and looked into the sky, waiting for Korrit.
"I have come to help ward off the darkness...and defend the one I love."
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:23 pm
Ren knew fighting ment there was a chance to get hurt but he couldnt stand by and do nothing, let alone help hurt those around him. He wasnt that mean, least he didnt think so. He hoped she was a bit behind him tho he wasnt sure. The sun beat down as he back winged into the clearing to sit with the rest of the painters that had gathered.
"Im here to fight also"
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:26 pm
 This item seams to be sprawled out on a table by the training grounds, PM to equip.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:30 pm
Korrit of course came swooping in just behind Marlowe. Something about him had changed, though what she wasn't sure. All she knew was he was worried (who wouldn't be?), and she wanted to keep him safe from...whatever worried him. Those voices...the evil. She was determined to fight for herself, him, and everyone she could.
I also have come, for the good of all painters." She cast a quick glance at Marlowe. The one he loved...? Well if he could fight with such conviction, she could too! And she'd try her best not to waste too much time snooping to try to find this 'lover' of his...
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:32 pm
Aziraphael had run from her cave, sniffing out the sources of the voices in her head. She had eluded their sickeningly coy and sweet nothings to trot instead towards the strange fairy-creature's training camp. Something exciting and yet foreboding is happening. She knew it in her bones.
As she arrived, she hoped that she was not last. However her fears may have come true. There were already others at the camp. She crooned 'hellos' around, looking curiously towards the already arrived Sandpaints.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 4:29 pm
Kaliska spiraled in for a landing slowly to give time for her coyote Nida to join her. She was really nervous but she prefered the idea of doing something rather than waiting it out. There wasn't that much passivity in her personality. As she got closer she spotted Ren, a little surprised he was there before her but very happy to see him. The rosey swirled dragoness landed near the tiger striped male. "Good to see you're here," she said to him.
Nida was silent as she arrived at Kaliska's side.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 5:18 pm
This was the training grounds Aziraphael finally decided. She grabed the wooden sword with her small taloned hands. She half-heartedly saluted Kixoone, whom seemed busy at the moment anyway. No one would notice what she was doing anyhow. What would this strange little branch do anyways? Ginger might know, but she wasn't here, the companion to the Sandpaint was probably out somewhere anyhow.
"I suppose training with this branch ought to help," She commented to herself as she swung it a little, albeit clumsily. Dragon magic, she thought as well. We'd need training in that!
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 5:52 pm
Sabola lead the way as they headed towards the training grounds. It was time to learn their new magic. He landed swiftly on the ground.
Heqet followed close behind them. She glided over the air currents and landed not far from him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 6:02 pm
*Upon noticing Aziraphael pick up the strangley shaped wooden item, Charon padded over to inspect one for himself. He picked it up in his claws like the other had done, brows furrowing in curiosity.*
...What in the world is this piece of wood meant for?
*He wondered aloud, turning it over and over in his hands.*
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