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 Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 5:09 am
◆ March 13 - March 20 ◆
This is an RP prompt for this fella. You should read the rules below, and then post your entry in this thread.
◆ Fill out the following form:
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Played Name:[/b]
[b]Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning?[/b] (Yes or no)
[b]Race: [/b] Majin or Human
[b]Tea:[/b]
◆ Then, following the theme below, write a reply as if you were RPing with him. Don't worry about the depths of his character for now, you can always go into that later. <3
RP Prompt He is at his wits end in a battle for not only his life, but that of his comrades, who are too weak to get up. He is surrounded by Witch Eaters who have the utmost intent on robbing he and his comrades of not only their hearts, but their lives, and they are closing in. Failure is not an option. This might be his last fight, but he'll make it a good one.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:33 am
Character Name: Kailash
Player Name: Corsair Vitari
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
Race: Human
Tea: Ether Pistrix (Sea Serpent of the Heavens, basically, Pistrix also means Shark or Sawfish in latin.)
Prompt Response:
His breathing was labored, one cornflower blue eye glinting in the light of the moon, the other barely open, wreathed in his own blood. Kailash stood in a macabre circle of blood and bodies, some of the fallen being allies, the others the foes that they had been warring against for hours... Days... He couldn't tell anymore. It all seemed one long, exhausting blur, filled with the pain of injuries, the cries of the dying, and the burn of his muscles as they worked, swinging his hammer into enemy after enemy. Now he was alone, enemies encroaching on what was left of them, many of them unconscious or helpless, their pained grunts and wet coughs forming a horrific soundtrack for the advancing Witch Eaters.
Briefly he wondered how everything had gone so horrifically wrong. This was supposed to have been a simple reconnaissance mission, one which was meant to track the movements of a sizeable group of Witch Eaters, monitor where their base of operations was and report back. However their simple mission had turned out to be a setup, furious Witch Eaters lunging at them from the dark forest around them as if appearing from thin air. A few had been lost in the first wave, driving them back quickly, but his team was not full of amateurs, no, and they had taken many more of the seemingly ravenous Witch Eaters, dispatching them left and right.
However it slowly became apparent that they were far closer to the nest than they had thought they were as the Witch Eaters continued to replenish their numbers, throwing themselves at the Knights without a care for their own well-being; they were attempting to wear them down. They had done a good job of separating them from one another and tiring each of them out as time wore on, one knight falling after another. Many were simply injured, still breathing, their hearts still intact, but he knew that they would not stay that way for long if he did not do something soon.
Finally Kailash let out a slow exhale as he stared out at the hoard that surrounded him, reaching up to brush a blood-stained lock of hair from before his eyes, shoving it back behind his headpiece. He lowered his hammer to rest on the ground, stroking the base lovingly as he looked around at the men and women before him, their wings fluttering in excitement even as they jeered at him. However they failed to realize that he was far from giving up on this particular battle, not when he still drew breath and his allies relied on him. No, he would not accept defeat lying down, nor would he allow those that had been a part of his team, a part of the proud Cerberus Knights that he had grown to cherish like a family.
"Do you know... What happens to water when it rises too far into the heavens?" he questioned, ignoring the jabs they directed at him entirely, his face serene, lips curling into a small smile. "You silly abominations... It freezes, of course."
As soon as he'd set his hammer down, he had begun to quickly accumulate a small layer of water in the air above them, keeping them distracted as he spoke, all the while focusing on creating the ideal pattern to keep his companions from harm. When he stopped speaking he lifted both arms, clenching his fists as he willed the water to freeze, urging it into the shape of needles, large enough to do significant damage. He then quickly lowered his arms, urging the needles to descend, raining down onto the enemies present on the field before he suddenly sagged, blood pouring anew from a wound in his side; he had been unable to keep it sealed shut as he called magic and was almost too exhausted to reseal it.
Despite his weariness he lifted his head, quickly looking across the field of battle, taking note of how many were dead or wounded. One of their healers had healed himself and was beginning to assist others nearby, helping them to their feet so they could all work together to help heal what was left of their team. With a small nod to himself Kailash rose to his feet, nearly stumbling in his weariness, and proceeded to work his way around the circle of bodies, making sure that all of his targets had been dispatched; perhaps he seemed ruthless, almost too ruthless for a Cerberus Knight, but he valued his team, his honor, and justice above all other things. Anything that attempted to damage any of the above... Well, the results were obvious.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 3:12 pm
Character Name: Aysu Gorlois
Played Name: Orpheus Solon
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
Race: Majin
Tea: Crescent Crush
*****
He was only one man but he was a honorable man, while there was that small voice in the back of his head screaming at him that if he went forward, were he to unleash the full power of his great hammer, were he to really push himself, he would be able to break the lines and retreat, but it was a voice he ignored. He was of the Gorlois family, they were fighters, yes, but they were also honorable men and women to the last. Were he to retreat, abandoning those that needed him and his strength he would never be able to go home and face his family, they would see him as only a coward and he was far from that. He would protect them no matter what he thought to himself, pushing aside that voice in his mind that begged him to run. Survival at the expense of his honor wasn't survival, it wasn't a victory, it was the act of a desperate man. That he even allowed such a voice to whisper in his head showed though how desperate this battle had become. To think that they would come in such numbers, they must have known that he was the only one of the Cerberus Knights out here while the others were merely trainees.
"It will be alright, stay close to me." There was no backing down, there was no retreat, there was only the present battle and after that the next battle, whatever it took to keep such evils at bay he thought to himself as he wrapped his hand around the haft of his massive hammer and easily swept it up so that it was resting on his shoulder, looking toward those in front of him before turning slowly to look at the others. They were slowly creeping in, looking like wolves, eyes gleaming, all but salivating over those that they had run down. It really did make him sad, to think that they had fallen so far. Witch Eaters, they were little more then animals and rabid ones at that, "Where are the Reapers when you need them." He muttered to himself, feeling no guilt over such a thought even though he was standing across from others of his kind. No, not his kind. He was what he was, a honorable man while still being Majin, while this group... they were what they were, a pack of wolves that sought the hearts of a group of children.
Aysu gritted his teeth, hand tightening on his weapon as he watched one of the Witch Eaters take a step forward, looking as though he were testing the guard of the Cerberus Knight and he merely shifted his stance, standing a bit taller, forcing the man back with his intimidating presence alone, "Bunch of cowards, waiting until you can get a good shot at my back, huh?" Nothing worse then a back stabber he thought to himself. As though to prove his point one did just that, lunging at his back... though it also might have been going for one of the trainees huddle behind him. He gave a sighing sound as he caught hold of the haft of his hammer with his other hand and then, with a move that look as though it were straight out of a baseball game, Aysu whirled around and caught the attacker in the midsection. There was a terrible cracking sound, a flash of light from his magic flaring to life, and the Witch Eater was sent flying into a distant tree before collapsing like a lifeless doll.
"One down." He muttered, knowing that there were far more then just the one and he somehow doubted that they would have the good sense to see what had become of their comrade and back off. No, he was sure that he would need to fight each and every one of them, kill every last one of them. Such a shame, he didn't want to be a mindless killer, would rather take prisoners, and he might in fact try to do just that were it not for the fact that he was protecting others. The lives of those at his back was far more important then those of the men trying to kill all of them. While he wasn't judge and jury normally he had weighed the situation and decided how this was going to have go, he would deal with the rabble, protect as many of the trainees as he could, and he would apologize to those he served later for his actions and hope for their understand.
Rolling his shoulder he dug in a foot as he made a quick survey of the Witch Eaters around them, what they were doing, who it appeared would attack next, and started to make his plan in his head, "Come on then, we don't have all day." He called out to them, wanting to get the waiting over, it was starting to really grate on his nerves and as made such a demand of them they moved, seeming to be easy enough to goad on. Giving a shake of his head he prepared himself, this was going to be a long, exhausting battle and, while he knew he might not be able to save everyone, he was going to damn well try. It was his group or the Witch Eaters and he was going to make sure that it was the former that came out on top no matter what he had to do.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 11:07 pm
Character Name: Albrecht Dragnov
Player Name: Makokun
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes.
Race: Human
Tea: Dragon’s Tears
Albrecht had been met with scenes like this before; battle-scarred countryside, wounded soldiers, and advancing enemies - it was something you got used to as a Knight of Cerberus. And as much as he detested violence, he was now left with no other option, as a dozen Witch Eaters gathered around him and his fallen comrades, their vicious intentions pressing like needles against his skin. He knew very well that his next actions would determine whether he and his companions would live or die, and his hammer hummed with an eagerness almost scared him.
They had been ambushed. Of course, there were no excuses, as Albrecht had learned that anywhere could become a battlefield at any time. But where his experience had saved him, the inexperience of his subordinates had left them woefully exposed. They were supposed to rendezvous with another band of Ars Lilium and Cerberus Knights, but the attack had come in the middle of the night, and now their tents were ablaze, and their lives, in jeopardy. Albrecht had at least made sure that their backs had been protected by camping up against a small cliffside, but the element of surprise and overwhelming numbers had given the Witch Eaters a clear advantage. The enemy retreated after removing the last struggling Ars Lilium from the fight and formed a parameter around him and the camp, quite literally trapping him up against a wall.
“You’re the last one, knight,” the leader of the Witch Eaters snarled as she stepped forward, momentarily breaking their formation. She had heavily lidded eyes, thick black hair, and a dark, unpleasant aura to match. “I’ll say this once: surrender now and your deaths will be fast and painless. Choose to fight, and I cannot promise you won’t suffer.”
“I think you’re bluffing,” Albrecht retorted. “I think you just don’t want to fight me because you don’t know if you can win, isn’t that right?” He let an uncharacteristically devious grin play across his face in an effort to unnerve his opponent, and thought he saw her flinch ever so slightly.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re completely outnumbered!” the Witch Eater spat back, rage flaring in her eyes.
“Oh, you don’t know who I am?” he asked, assuming an air of superiority to further bait her. Fear, anger, it all worked to his advantage here, and he intended to exploit it as much as possible.
“No, but please do tell, I’d love to know if I’m about to take a famous head!”
“‘Dragon-Tortoise’ Albrecht.” Recognition sparked in her eyes, and his grin grew wider.
“I was under the impression that ‘Dragon-Tortoise’ Albrecht was a fearsome mononoke – you’re clearly a mere human!”
“Just because I’m not a mononoke doesn’t mean you shouldn’t fear me” he said calmly, lifting his giant hammer over his head. A thunderous rumbling and groaning from the earth shook the air around them a moment later, and the top of the cliff behind him came crashing down in a mudslide, arching over his wounded subordinates and their campsite as directed by Albrecht to collide mercilessly with the enemy.
Three of the Witch Eaters were caught completely off guard in their overconfidence and slammed into the ground with enough force to incapacitate them, while others were left in varying states of confusion and recovery. Albrecht also needed a moment to recover, as it had taken him most of the battle to gather up enough energy for that attack, and expending it all at once had left him quite winded. But he knew this was his one chance to turn this battle around, so he sprang back into action quickly, hardening the earth flowing around the Witch Eaters once more until it was like stone. It wouldn’t be too hard for them to break free with the proper magic, but it would at least slow them down, which would allow him to strike first.
Strike first he did as he rose his hammer up once more and slammed it into the ground, sending tremors rushing out towards the Witch Eaters and splitting the hardened mud in their wake. Stone pillars shot up amongst three of the Witch Eaters as they struggled to free themselves, cracking jaws, ribs, and legs as Albrecht himself rushed forward to directly engage the others. The first two were easily dispatched with a blur of the massive hammer that he swung as easily as a broadsword, but the third had his guard up despite still being stuck in the mid. Albrecht approached with a bit more caution, knowing that missing with an attack like his last would leave him highly vulnerable, and instead swung with the hilt of his hammer, easily knocking the Witch Eater’s weapon away. Releasing his hammer with one hand, he finished him off with a quick jab to the neck before turning towards the remaining three.
The raven-haired leader he had conversed with earlier was already upon him, and he was only just able to dodge her attack. Her rage was even wilder than before, so much so that he was certain he felt it radiating from her like cold fire. She was fast, and he could tell that her attacks were laced with dark magic, but her movements were rash, whereas he was calm and collected, giving him a certain level of control. Unfortunately, her three companions had also freed themselves, and he saw them spreading out around him in his peripheral vision. He quickly regained his grip on his hammer and began parrying the woman’s blows with his hilt, letting her build up momentum before stamping his foot down to shoot up a pillar of rock under her feet, causing her to stagger backwards to avoid it. He took the opportunity to thrust the head of his hammer into her chest, knocking her back several yards, although she remained on her feet.
“Get him!” she screeched, and two of her companions charged at Albrecht from behind, swinging their blades at his backside with deadly speed at one moment only to find them glancing off, deflected by an invisible barrier the next.
“I’m not called the Dragon-Tortoise for nothing!” Albrecht growled through gritted teeth. His defensive wards were one of his stronger points, but even they could not take many more blows like that and survive. He needed to finish this quickly, and evidently the Witch Eaters’ leader felt the same way.
He felt a strong surge of energy rushing through her, and in the next instant, she loosed a wall of black flames that he knew to be a deadly combination of fire and dark magic. Without a moment’s hesitation, he leapt into the roaring inferno towards the woman, his affinity for the earth element granting him some protection against the fire while the darker magics involved sapped his wards and his strength at an alarming rate. He would be burnt up, he thought. Nothing would be left of him. But if he was going out, he would be damn sure to at least take her with him! And just as he thought his wards would shatter, he swung his hammer in a grand arc, and felt flesh and bone giving way underneath.
The flames vanished, and the woman lay underneath his hammer, her legs crushed. Her companions had fallen victim to her final desperate attack. Albrecht would have pitied them, but at the moment, he could feel nothing but pure disgust for the woman crumpled beneath him.
“Your kind seems to make no qualms over sacrificing each other,” he spat, his normally serene eyes now piercingly cold. “Are you perhaps familiar with the incident near Moonfall seven years ago in which an Ars Lilium woman was murdered and an innocent Majin was framed and put to death?”
The Witch Eater remained silent and scowling, but Albrecht saw her glance away for just a moment, and that was answer enough for him.
Calm yourself, Albrecht! the voice of his once giant tortoise-familiar radiated from his hammer. Nothing good will come of this anger! Albrecht ignored him. This feeling was something beyond his control.
“Tell me, then, do you know who orchestrated it? Lie to me… and I cannot promise you won’t suffer.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 11:23 am
Character Name: Aodhan Coinneach (Ae-o-dan Ko-in-ock)
Played Name: Infinite Nebulae
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
Race: Human
Tea: Moonstone Runes
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Aodhan gasped at air, forcing it down into his lungs, willing himself to keep moving. His hammer felt heavy within his rough palms and his shoulders cried out in protest against him as he played the defense. They were surrounded, and he had already seen many fall prey and die. The witch eaters were fast, but so was he. He’d always been smaller than most, never as tall, never as strong, but he had a lot of willpower and he was smart.
While he carried a “big stick,” he never swung it without an exact reason or meaning. Being small had advantages though. No one took him seriously, but they have always been proven wrong. Yet today though, with the sun setting behind the clouds, shaped like tears as if the sun was weeping for him and his companions, he felt his size only made him more prey to the witch eaters.
He was behind the cool ground of the Earth, within the trenches. He could feel his armor shifting as his lungs opened to receive much needed air. He peaked out from the trench, seeing the witches feasting upon his comrades. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t break down. Any captain, any leader who told him emotion was worthless, was wrong. He channeled his anguish, his hate, his passion for those who had fallen all into his heart, encasing it with power; power that he would unleash upon them.
They wouldn’t die in vain…
He roared, jumping from the trench and drawing attention to himself. Several witch eaters snapped their heads up, looking at him, with sly, vile looks upon their faces.
”Get away from my friends…” he growled.
They laughed, like hyenas. How they worked together, Aodhan would never know. Why wouldn’t they snatch each other’s hearts? He narrowed his eyes at them, spitting vile, figuratively at them.
His feet tingled. Instincts wanting to take over and make him run. He was fast, he could do it, but he’d never leave his companions, dead or alive. He’d burry his friends and heal the ones who are still alive.
”Why don’t you just give up…” a female said. Her eyes were hypnotizing, and Aodhan found himself walking toward her. He recoiled, using the Earth like a carpet to increase the distance. Earth was his power, but it was more complicated than that.
The moon was his power source, and the gravitational field between the Earth and the Moon was what he channeled into his magic. That force was what gave him the power he’d use to end these monsters, while cradling his friends to safety.
”Why would a capable body give up, if it can keep going?” he shot back, resting his giant hammer over his head, a smug smile playing at his features.
They laughed, leaping at him, finding talk was wasted feasting time.
Aodhan jumped back, using his hammer to balance as he moved the Earth under him, going up and out of harms way. He jumped down, allowing the soil to crumble, not caring if it fell on them.
Aodhan was tactical. The earth fell upon the witch eaters, doing small bits of damage as heavy rock within the earth crumbled over them and tiny particle dust fell into their eyes. His plan was already beginning to work.
They roared in pain and anger as they scratched at their eyes.
He wasted no time in grabbing two of his companions; pulling them into the trenches he’d created, covering them gently with earth, making sure it didn’t fall on them though.
The witch eaters, now decreased in number as some of them met their fate under the red rock of the earth, came after him, tears streaming down their face if they were some of the unlucky ones to get dirt in their eyes. Aodhan smirked, good, he was glad it was annoying to them.
He slammed his hammer down, knowing full well the tears in their eyes were a distraction, and the earth shook underneath their feet as the shockwave came at them like a hungry lioness, going for the kill.
They were knocked off balance, growling and snarling in anger. Aodhan used this moment to grab more of his companions, putting them into the trenches and covering them back up with soft earth, blanketing them with protection from the witch eaters.
They stood back up, but his plan was working so well! They moved just where he wanted. It was almost disconcerting. Aodhan was proud, small, but smart, and exceedingly tactical.
And angry.
They had touched his companions, they had killed his friends, and they had threatened the balance of this world. While Aodhan wasn’t your stereotypical knight, he was still trained in the code, and a sense of duty and the overwhelming drive to protect those he cares for fueled him.
He smacked down his hammer again, rumbling the earth.
The witch eaters stopped moving, looking about, getting prepared to jump. Confusion dotted their faces. ”You didn’t do anything, little one!”] a female coaxed, her wings flapping in excitement.
“He’s just wasting time! Kill him!” another shouted, his tongue lapping at the sides of his mouth; hunger taking over his mind like a fog.
“Oh? I don’t swing this big thing around for nothing!” The ground continued to shake, and finally, just as Aodhan predicted, it was beginning to contort, slowly, into a sinkhole.
The witch eaters tried to escape, but Aodhan used his giant hammer to knock them back if he had to. Physical violence wasn’t his forte, considering his strength was limited, but his mind was powerful, and that’s how he knew a few swings wouldn’t hurt.
They finally collapsed into the hole, buried alive.
Aodhan smoothed the earth out, packing it down, moving it like ocean waves, crashing the mud, soil and rock down, creating hard, earth. He nodded, content with his work, feeling the faint echo of exhaust finally creeping into his spine and lungs.
He removed the blankets of soil over the trenches, pulling out his companions, smiling as they looked about, dazed and exhausted. Aodhan felt no pleasure in killing, but he understood sacrifice had to be made, his own life or someone else for the good and balance of earth, nature, and his beloved moon.
Silken moon rays caressed his face, as he pulled the last of his friends out of the trenches. They had lost so many, and they’d lose more as the years went, but Aodhan wouldn’t allow himself to just give up. Emotion was what he fought by. He loved fiercely, laughed loudly, and cried passionately. He’d pour his soul into his friends, and gladly give his life. No hoard of witch eaters, teeth bared could ever change that.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 5:24 pm
Character Name: Caelestis; answers to Cael.
Played Name: Chrystali
Do you understand that if you are a new player and you win this character, you can lose him if you're not active with him/in the thread for 3 months after winning? Yes
Race: Majin
Tea: Herald of Broken Sky
Silence.
It was all that answered the jeers, the cocky remarks that fell from lips ripe with promise of victory. Cael could be a joker and light-hearted as any, but in the face of the Witch Eaters who continued their tirade of threat and promise of the meal to come, the Knight could do little more than stare forward in stoic silence. He couldn't hear them clearly, the ringing in his ears from the battle hard to hear over, blood trickling out of the pointed appendage and down the length of his jaw. His hair was matted with blood and less savory bits, his armored lathered with much of the same, one his his legs screaming against the balm of adrenaline in promise of broken bones, his cheek fractured beneath his steady gaze and his comrades...had it worse than he.
Eyes cut from the sky itself held the color as vibrant and alert as ever, not because he was unphased but because he couldn't waste any small movement. Each breath could be his last, each shift of weight could send him to his knees, and he knew -- he knew that if that happened, he could not protect his fellow Knights. He had to, and while 'die trying' seemed probable, there was no fibre in his being that would even acknowledge letting the heathens win and feast on the powers of those who had fallen. Then again, maybe he was being selfish. If the Eaters got their hands on him, there'd be a whole new world of punishment and more than that, he didn't want his secret to get out. If the Knights knew he was a Majin...all his efforts, all his trials and tribulations would be for naught. He couldn't risk the lives of his men, he couldn't let the Eaters get their hands on his Majin Seed and more than anything, more than any threat or fear, he couldn't fail. Not here. Cael always knew he'd die in battle, but not to these monsters. There might have been a blade with his death writ upon it out there but it was not present.
His hand readjusted ever so subtly on the spiked hammer against his side, the din of the Witch Eaters now little more than a whine over the blood that still coursed through his ears. They wouldn't risk taking him out one by one, and he was banking on it: the only way to secure victory was to take out as many as possible, as he didn't have the energy to tango one at a time. Grimly, Cael noted the shift in weight of three of the dozen or so around him, their bared teeth and triumphant snarls easier to discern than words. He'd been preparing himself for the pain that was about to grip his body, putting his weight into his badly injured leg as soon as they were in range and swinging the hammer around with vicious accuracy. The Knight saw the teeth of the weapon embed into one stunned skull before the Witch Eater disappeared from his vision entirely, though if it was because the head was no longer attached or because he'd hurled the startled creature aside, he couldn't guess and hardly cared.
The second was at his elbow furthest from where he swung, but he was not helpless. Letting the weapon's momentum pull him with it, he pivoted on his injured leg and lifted his good one, neatly impaling the Eater from beneath her jaw with his knee-guard. Another heartbeat, and the armor was withdrawn, barely catching himself as the pain became too much to bear on his single hurt leg. The third lunged, but the blade only caught Cael's cheek, leaving a hideous gash but it wasn't going to kill him; none of these disgraced creatures would. His free hand snapped to the Witch Eater and gripped his attacker's face, tapered nails digging into the skin. The allure was too great, and abruptly pulling the offender's body close to his, he kept his back to his fallen Knights -- and began to pull the magic out of the Witch Eater. The glow was fast and bright against his hungered, desperate call, and when he'd satisfied himself with the awareness of what the remaining Witch Eaters were up against in the darkening of their stare, he twisted the head in his grasp until he heard the tell-tale pop and dropped the listless body to the ground.
It wasn't a cure. It wasn't an end-all or a surge of power, but it was enough to take off the blurriness at the edge of his vision and give him just a little more grounding. Using both hands to twine his fingers around the hilt of his hammer, his back slightly bowed in preparation to life and maim, he retained his silence and put his energy into continuing his bid for silence. Nothing wasted, nothing gained, but he had an objective and he'd see it through. Only once they were all dead would he rest, unless silence came to claim him first.
There was only one way to find out.
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Vanilla Cryptid generated a random number between
1 and 30 ...
26!
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:56 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Thank you for your entries <3 Everyone had really good ones so it was hard to choose a few to vote from, but staff mutually voted for the following to be drawn:
Chrystali - 1-10
Corsair Vitari - 11-20
Infinite Nebulae - 21-30
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
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