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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 10:01 pm
To commemerate the 2000th post in this guild. This is sort of a darker Fallen Wings Mansion, with more evilness and stuff. Heck, maybe there will even be murders!
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2007 5:17 pm
(there's a murderer in whatever RP i'm in!!!! jk lol!!!)
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 7:19 pm
(Since the name of every humanoid demon I made in your guild sucks except Trarr I suspect that will be the name I will be using. Also, this is evil-trarr, not trarr-trarr kamiss-friend trarr-trarr. Woah. Im confuzzled sweatdrop )
Trarr waited for his guests, sharpening his dagger. He was pleased with some... and not with others. He grinned, turning to his servants. The finished setting the ebony, carved table in the eerie dark hall, the light minimal, emanating only from the candles and the stars shinnig through the multi-paned windows. One servant was taking too long putting a chair into place, and Trarr's grin widened. He threw the dagger before any could blink, crumpling the servant with the force of the blow. Trarr sauntered over, rubbing the blood on the chair with his sleeve, which only smeared the stain around. "Move this peon." He snapped, smiling strangely. Guests would soon arrive.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 10:49 am
Moryennin slid from shadow to shadow, not even the ruffle of her skirts perceptable over the normal night-noises. Her eyes glinted red, holding a hatred for the world so deep that the stain of it could not be removed. It rotted her, from the inside, and she rarely found pleasure in the activities of the Norms, nor even the Demons. This night, though, she has been invited to a Gala...
She would attend, as promised, but with her she carried a blood stained dagger, rusted but strong. She bit it in her teeth, pale moonlight unable to shine on the visible blade, so dark was it's past.
She came to the manor, infected light flowing eerily from below the darkened door. She knocked, once, an evil, echoing sound thudding from below her as well as in front of her. She waited.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 2:43 pm
Two old, hunchbacked servants scars from who-knows-what bent forward and opening the creaking doors. Trarr's hunting knife, which he was playing with idly, had been retrieved, and cleaned of blood. He removed his boots from the tabletop and walk slowly towards Moryennin. "Welcome to the Manor." He said, bending to grasp her hand, which he kissed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 2:55 pm
The dagger she had slipped into a pouch hidden within the folds of her gown before the doors had opened, so now she stood proud on the steps, a slight fang showing at the corner of her smile.
Moryennin pulled her hand slowly, away from Trarr, leaving a scratch, thin and ragged, across his palm.
"Thank you ever so much for inviting me, kind sir."
She bowed, in her every movement there seemed to be mocking laughter, though she was silent. She stepped past Trarr and slid into the Hall, flickering flame making the red of her eye seem to ripple and sway.
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Posted: Fri Sep 14, 2007 4:45 pm
Trarr scowled at her behind her back, not really caring whether she knew or not. This meeting was not for pleasentries or a party, and he felt everybody knew his goal.
He had a feeling there would be a murder before the second course.
And he would be the murderer.
(Muhahahahaha. Also, everyone make a double, and then say which one is allowed to die and which stays alive.)
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:52 am
(A double? By double do we mean twin, or second character? If it's twin, I'm golden, but... gonk You've caught me at my least creative. Lemme post something plain and boring, and I promise I'll be uber creative in my next post.)
Ah, a paradise. The walls seemed heavy with the weight of weapons. Some gleaming silver, some dull and rusted with blood. Lovely. Moryennin glimmered a sickly red, seeming to stand beside herself, then calmed and solidified as the owner of the house stepped in to the room.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 6:42 am
(Another character. It's fine, wait till you get a creative streak.)
The door rang with the sound of a heavy knock, and it was opened without waiting for a receptionist. A huge man walked in, skin dark from days in the sun. The way he moved in of itself seemed evil, for his gait was not flowing but strained. He was not a natural being; no, he was one ressurected from the dead. His name was Paul.
(That would have implications if it did. Which it does. Which it doesn't. Trarr is the one who can't get killed.)
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 7:08 pm
Moryennin clutched her pouch, feeling the sharp of the blade through the cracked leather. She ran her fingers along the edge, loving the thrill, and kept her wary eyes on the shambling figure in the doorway. She did not trust the undead. She did not trust the living, either, but with the ressurected always came the stench of treason and deception. She growled low, under her breath.
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