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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 10:00 am
It was a cold and misty day in early fall and Zotz found herself sitting aimlessly on the cliff side, hoping the fog would lift soon. She always liked the sun, and days like this made her a little moody. Twirling her crow bar a little in her hands she felt restless. Zotz knew it was time to make a move. One that would determine her freedom and the freedom of all of her kind.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 11:16 am
The slow tapping sound of claws on concrete could be heard in the distance as the Drakon approached the famous Sinis gambler's den known as 9th Circle. His current employers sent him to this cesspool of human design. This place was the target of his mission. His gaze traveled to his familiar who, in typical fashion, had claimed his shoulder as a perch. He spoke softly in a smooth baritone, "Sen, this is it. To think that these fools would use dromes as whores and slaves for their brothels. I am glad I accepted this contract, if only to remove this stain from the earth. Even the Deep Halls feel less corrupt than this place. I only hope that cutting off this part of the operation will cause it to collapse." The phoenix looked down at his bonded and let out a clear chirp that sounded to Hira's ears like, "I know how you feel. We can't go charging the place yet though. We have a partner for this mission, remember?" The Drakon growled in annoyance as he spun on his heel and walked swiftly to the hotel he was staying at waiting for his assigned partner.
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Red Mage Hira Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:26 pm
Zotz growled deeply as she watched the city scape from her cliffside perch. She had been run out of the city after starting a series of violent protests for drome freedom. Letting sigh she listened to the city sounds, the beeping, the rumbling, and the humming that always seemed to come from a busy city. Zotz wondered which of the revolutionaries hadn't been captured and charged yet, she wondered what they were now doing to give dromes their right to freedom.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 12:08 pm
Hira sat alone in his hotel room. Sen had left to scout the area surrounding Sinis to make sure their arrival had gone without notice. The Drakon mentally read the report in his claw again. 'Extortion, prostitution, drugs...the list goes on. These people are in charge of this city even if only from the shadows. There is a supposed group of rebels that have tried to stage protests against these scum. They have been unsuccessful. My partner is a member of this group.'
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Red Mage Hira Vice Captain
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Requiem_Dragon Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 5:08 pm
Kneeling on the cold marble floor of the Galahad Spiritual Embassy, Klarran looks up at the grand Ivory statue of his god, Kain. Rereading the Epitaph on the gold plaque of the statues base reminds him of what he once was and who he once was. His life....how far he had come from those days. His concentration is broken by the sounds of High Priest Grandis's boots tapping gently on the marble as she strides gracefully towards him.
''Mother, I think it is time.''
''Klarran, son of mine, son of Kain. You have nearly reached the pinnacle of The Holy Light. Your dedication is realized, but now your will must be tested. Our Church is surrounded by filth, corruption, and hatred. The Drome race is being captured and put into slavery. They are doing dark things to them. Though you are merely human, you must go and break this wall of darkness that clouds the minds and hearts of others. This is your task. Go now and with the Grace of Protection and Grace of Courage, purify this land.''
His mind began to spin at the realization of his duties. he was just one man! Could he manage these heavy burdens? If so, how will he manage them? Will he fall to darkness? Will he return to what he once was? Unwillingly he spoke, ''As you wish Mother. For you, for the Brothers and Sisters. For Kain. I shall go out and cleanse this land of impurities!'' *grabbing his mighty stone cross and wrapping his prayer beads around his forearm he turns and walks out of the church steeping out into the dark streets and began wandering*
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 10:27 am
An strange black shape had slowly hovered down on the marble floor before the statue, and let out an eerie giggle. "Ehehee~ Sleep soundly my fellow fluffs, and dont feel the night with it's long claws that scratch and sharp teeth that bite. Under the covers theres no need to hide for your uncle sergal's a monster, and hes on your side!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:51 am
-lands infrotn of everyone- this is the so called WereRaptor Clan hmm my species has grown thin sinc 1998,-runs off and grabs the nearest WereRaptor- hey where am i? and where's the nesting area?
im Shadow the origional WereRaptor of 1998
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