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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:11 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 9:52 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 2:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 7:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 2:10 pm
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UltaMatt:
As he looked down form the now flying citadel, he could tell that this world was not all that much different from the Dark Ages. However he couldn't sence any dragons or other mystic creatures, at least not in his area. He walked back to the throne room of his citadel and pulled out a crystal sphere which gave off a black myst. It slowly began to cover the room and as he encanted some words he created a summoning ring.
"Razoric, the time has come." The dragon rose out of the myst and looked at UltaMatt.
"What is the plan this time."
I believe we should continue to watch this world, something may arise either than that Drow, although he did manange to fend me off, it was not in my interest to defeat him."
"Indeed, they have much experience of these worlds. If he did or does manage to find the artifact, he won't just hand it over to us you know."
"We'll deal with that matter when the time comes, in the meantime, we wait for the opertune moment."
"Which is?"
"We'll know it when we see it."
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 4:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:41 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 5:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 11:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:11 pm
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Name: Kytseo Age: 18 (human years) Race: Vampire Personality:emo, hatred for evil, otherwise, pure hearted & cares for his friends Powers: Scouter detects how strong an enemy is relative to him, caster gun allows him to use all types of magic, but he (ironically) specializes in solar magic Appearance: see left Bio: I was born a human a long time ago in a villiage in the middle of nowhere. In my villiage, I was taught the art of marksmanship since I was five (in human years). Eventually, when I was 18 (in human years), I was sent to slay a nearby coven of vampires (I succeeded, but they gouged one of my eyes out and I became one of them). Once I came home, everyone recognized me, but they all began to hate me, even my own family, and eventually, they exiled me. Over the centuries, I've traveled as a drifter who fights any and all evil that come my way. Throughout my adventures, I got this weird monacle from some alien (they called it a scouter, good thing it was set to English when he was wearing it) and I bought this caster gun from some weapons merchant (I think his name was Ted Luo, or Fred Duo or something). To this day, I've been wandering, searching for people who can accept me.
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