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Megil Tel-Zeke |
Aug 26 2005, 07:28 PM
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Master

Joined: 25-June 05
From: Wilmington NC

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"Well how many have you spared from death's grasp then Serene?" Megil said trying to spark some conversation.
he laughed at Anthanes's comment, "Agreed."
This post has been edited by Megil Tel-Zeke: Aug 26 2005, 07:28 PM
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"By keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust. But while you may not be hurt that way you musnt forget that you must endure the loneliness." Friendly Hostility Fanboi
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Megil Tel-Zeke |
Aug 26 2005, 07:34 PM
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Master

Joined: 25-June 05
From: Wilmington NC

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"Locked in combat with the mage, how else do you think that we have managed to make a dent in his army. Jonacin is keeping him busy" Megil said, "I wouldn't worry to much, he can handle himself. and he has the sword," he added, trying to reassure Serene. OOC: i hope you meant physics. serene is a psychic. so unless your theory had to do with esp, then youmeant physics This post has been edited by Megil Tel-Zeke: Aug 26 2005, 07:37 PM
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"By keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust. But while you may not be hurt that way you musnt forget that you must endure the loneliness." Friendly Hostility Fanboi
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Megil Tel-Zeke |
Aug 26 2005, 10:05 PM
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Master

Joined: 25-June 05
From: Wilmington NC

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"If you were an assasin Otik, you would end up killing your bosses, with your itchy fingers when you draw that bow of yours."
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"By keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust. But while you may not be hurt that way you musnt forget that you must endure the loneliness." Friendly Hostility Fanboi
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Dantrag |
Aug 26 2005, 10:20 PM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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Sel was still seated, twiddling his thumbs. He looked up at Celia after a few long moments of silence. "Celia," He began after a deep breath. "I'm in love with you." he said, averting his gaze in embarrassment. OOC: Sel got less stupid! QUOTE(MerGirl @ Aug 26 2005, 05:41 PM) (*mutters something about male love-interests always putting Celia in awkward moments*) This post has been edited by Dantrag: Aug 26 2005, 10:44 PM
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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MerGirl |
Aug 26 2005, 11:18 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 11-May 05

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Celia went outside of the Under Skar towards where she had last met the others: at the Rat in the Pot. If they were not there, she could always wait for them there. She did not see much danger coming her direction, but, to be safe, she ran alongside of the Ald-ruhn dwellings, trying to keep into the shadows whenever she could.
Just in case.
She thought she saw the bad mage from where she was, and immediately sped up, frightened. She barged in through the Rat in the Pot, and stopped at the enterance, taking in her surroundings and the people in the tavern...
Seeing some familiar faces, she sat down at a nearby empty table, feeling tired as well as a little depressed. She hoped this war would end soon... so she could go home in peace... If it was still in one piece, anyway...
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Dantrag |
Aug 27 2005, 01:36 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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Sel walked past the Rat in the Pot, looking for a fight with some constructs or undead to take his mind off what just happened.
There were a few nearby, and he flung himself at them. There weren't very many left though, and after dispatching that small group, all the others were too far away to kill before someone else got to it first.
As he opened the door and took a step in, he noticed that Celia was right there. How had he missed her going by him? He stood still for a second, trying to decide what to so. They had probably already noticed him, and it was already too late to walk out, so he kept walking, avoiding eye contact with Celia.
He was a jumble of emotions at the time; he couldn't tell if he was confused, embarrassed, heartbroken, or all three put together, though he guessed it was the latter.
He walked past the group, found an empty table in the corner, and sat downin a slump, still holding on the the faint hope that nobody had noticed him, though they probably did...
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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