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Epy |
Jul 1 2005, 03:09 AM
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Quotinator
Joined: 14-February 05
From: Top of the world. Norway, to be specific
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Channler |
Jul 1 2005, 05:06 AM
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Master
Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina
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'Hell, it could be worse, at least they're well fed werewolves, maybe they won't eat me" Falx muttered as glanced out the window, while searching for a sword of the sort. "Argh.. I remeber the old man said something about hunting, said he used to do it up in the mountains in his youth, so there has to be a bow or even a short sword around here somewhere.."
He reached the ornate fireplace and looked on top of the mantle, "That'll have to do" Falx mumbled as he reached for the ceromimonial(SP) dagger. The snarling grew louder outside and Falx figured that they had caught on to his scent. His trot turned into an all out sprint, jumping over a couch and then up a flight of stairs.
There was a crash of a window, the werewolves were in the house.
The Stronghouse
Brutus face lit with a firery rage, "Damn you! You and your incompetence! There is a man, who will either be dead by the next nightfall or a werewolf! Damn you all to oblivion, I'm going to help the man!"
Afer started walking towards the boy, about to give him his word of help but Selvia held him back by the arm, "No my dear! You are to old! I wouldn't be able to live if a werewolf got a'hold of you!"
His eyes were glazed over, "I... I know, I am but a helpless old man, nothing of my former glory." He stared at her, "I think I need to sit.."
Mr. Afers House
Falx slammed the attic door shut and latched the inward bolt, "That should hold em" It came him as a surprise when door started to buckle in on its self.
"Damn!" He now frantically started throwing everything atop of the door untill it was hardly visible. He hadn't realized he was panting as bad as one of those foul creatures, then he did realize that the panting had stopped, and everything had become eerily quiet. Albeit, to quiet.
He turned in horror towards the window...
The Stronghouse
The young man was still muttering, damn you as he fought his way through the crowds and to the door and then he felt a hand upon his shoulder, "You not going alone boy, and besides, I've always wanted to kill a werewolf"
He readied an arrow and stepped out the door
Part II
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“I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.” -Anonymous
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Dantrag |
Jul 1 2005, 05:28 AM
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Councilor
Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz
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When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Sel saw the from of Megil in deep meditation.
How did he get here? Sel thought. He tried to shake the dunmer out of it, but it was no use. He wished he could have - company would be nice in such a dark place. Having nothing else to do, Sel went to sleep.
He woke up what he guessed was a few hours later. Arcyakt was standing in front of him, holding the young dunmer's sword.
"Here." Arcyakt said. "You will need this for the duties you will do for me."
Sel took it, glad to feel the familiar hilt. He unsheathed it and was utterly surprised. Whereas it use to glow green, now it had a fierce red glow. and where the blade used to be silver, it was jet black.
"Your first duty is to torture this mer when he wakes up - you are quite good at that , if I am not mistaken. If you please me, the young healer will stay alive."
OOC: arcyakt is just a badass
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Kuukulgur |
Jul 1 2005, 10:54 AM
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Agent
Joined: 27-June 05
From: Estonia
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Shadow stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Boy, was that a run. Haven't run like this since I was freelance... He followed Acro in a slower pace, keeping his hand on his bow just for precaution.
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He who knows everything, knows he knows nothing.
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Wolfie |
Jul 1 2005, 01:52 PM
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Mage
Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland
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OOC: Yeah, go ahead Fuzzy
IC: Jonacin ducked and weaved around the Storm Atronach, lashing out with his sword whenever he spotted a gap in it's defenses. Witha final roar, it collapsed to the ground and faded from existence. He pressed deeper into the ruins, looking for more Daedra. The Urshilaku had told him there was five or more, he had killed three, a Hunger, a Frost Atronach and now a Storm Atronach
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D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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