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4 years ago ::
May 17, 2009 - 7:06PM
#11
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Slipping out from a Soup Kitchen, Zipperflesh glides silently into a dark alley. Suddenly, not ten feet in front of him, a large claw darted out from a crack into the street grabbing what appeared to be a young human. In a flash both the claw and the boy were gone. Yet, Zipper saw that a man remained in the street.
"Ah, the Pillar Tombs. Off we go," said the man, and off he went.
Zipper waited a few moments and followed behind, staying to the shadows.
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4 years ago ::
May 17, 2009 - 7:22PM
#12
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Date Joined:
Jul 16, 2001
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In the shadows that blanket the dark alleyways near the outer wall of the City, Rhox nimbly scales up the tall, omnipresent wall in between the guard towers. Knowing that no guards currently patrol the guard towers at night, Rhox knows that he can safely enter the city this way without being seen.
As he reaches the final notch in the old, worn wall, he climbs over the top and rests at the peak. Perfect, he thinks. He glances over the opposite edge below at the outer edges of the Bazaar.
Just the place he wants to be.
The slender elf does a quick scan of his inventory, double-checking to make sure nothing was lost on the climb up. He has dropped several items making the climb before; his bow, which sometimes comes loose from around his back, his sword, which sometimes slides loose from his well-strapped belt, and the worst - once his quiver turned upside down and all of his arrows rained toward the ground. He had to climb down and pick all one-hundred and fifty of them, one-by one.
This time though he had made it up with nothing lost. Rhox smirks, impressed at how better he is. He catches his breath and reaches for the city-side of the wall and begins to make his decent into the Bazaar.
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4 years ago ::
May 18, 2009 - 12:26PM
#13
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Terisia was used to tragedy, especially where spellcasters were involved. It took little time for figures of authority to come to investigate the scene, quickly finding the small red hat. It'd take them some time, but they were well on their way to seeking out those gifted in magic. Those who would see what happened.
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4 years ago ::
May 20, 2009 - 5:01PM
#14
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Date Joined:
Nov 16, 2004
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*After leaving the Ivory Tower, Repax finds a nice gutter in the streets to lay in and resumes his nap.*
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4 years ago ::
May 20, 2009 - 7:27PM
#15
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Date Joined:
May 27, 2006
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A Ckystone in quotidian clothing follows Repax for a ways in a less-then-subtle manner, then breaks of his game and wanders cheerfully towards the Bazaar.
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4 years ago ::
May 28, 2009 - 3:28PM
#16
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Armada looks around at the old city he once lived in, it had changed since he left...drastically. He was no longer trapped inside of Lorventi's crystal...mainly because in this alternate universe, Lorventi and Armada had never met. His red eyes scanned the near deserted streets, spotting a few people sleeping here and there. He was glad very few knew who he was...and even fewer knew his past. He glanced to the large abandoned hill...he remembered what used to be in that spot...a place of much conflict in his past. he turns on his heels to the hill, walking up it as he remembered his friends back then.
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4 years ago ::
May 31, 2009 - 8:50PM
#17
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Date Joined:
Nov 16, 2004
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*Dragging himself out of the gutter, he stretches and yawns then proceeds on his way.*
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4 years ago ::
Jun 03, 2009 - 8:01PM
#18
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Date Joined:
Apr 10, 2005
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Azahel stops in mid-stride, hairs standing up on the back of his neck. One of the tiny clockwork charms he wears is vibrating at his neck, violently enough to make the others clink together like windchimes in a crisp breeze. A warning.
The artificer touches one finger to the small medallion, silencing it for a time. As he he releases the medallion, you can see a clock face inscribed in it, indicating the type of activity it warned against.
"So, the Laboratory arrives." Without speaking to anyone in particular, Azahel already knows his voice will be heard in all the right places. "I suppose they expect me to run again." A mischevious smile steals across Azahel's face, and he starts striding back towards his shop. Better to prepare now than be rushed later.
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4 years ago ::
Jun 03, 2009 - 8:38PM
#19
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Closing his eyes the Agent feels the residual psychic pulses left behind by all those who had traveled in this area. It's faint...an echo of an echo.
It's him. The thought passes behind him to other cloaked individual in the shadows. The Dragon's Agent will be pleased, the complacent fool has not left the city. No, too many people I can't track him, but we can follow the echoes and soon he will reveal himself to us.
It had been a long time since his name was spoken, years even, before the great Dragon had been trapped upon another plane. In those days the battle machines of the Laboratory freely roamed the planes, selling there skills to planar conflicts and yet it was that this fool, having disgusted at the use had shattered the ancient portals. Many of our brothers had been lost across the planes never to be found.
Azahel...
Run...
We will wait, for time...
Is ours to command.
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4 years ago ::
Jun 04, 2009 - 8:45PM
#20
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Date Joined:
Apr 10, 2005
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.o(They are still too many. Allies, I need allies.)
Azahel disappears down an alley. A crackle of magic is heard, the ping of exploding machinery, and the artificer is gone.
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