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Wolfie |
Jun 29 2005, 09:40 PM
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Mage
Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland
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OOC: Reflect will flip a spell cast at the person under reflect back at the person who cast it.
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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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Channler |
Jun 29 2005, 10:29 PM
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Master
Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina
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'Hurry quick! Women and children in the stronghouse! Hurry, they're coming!" Falx's eyes fluttered open, "What the hell, and for once I was having a good dream"
His gazed wandered out of the window, and to his surpise numerous werewolves lurked outside the house.
"Damn..."
In the Stronghouse..
"Is everyone okay?" The village elder looked around on the crowded townspeople, "Is everyone here and acounted for Brutus?"
"Sir... There's one still out there. Remeber the man that Mr. Afer took in? Well sir, he's still in their house" Brutus was a strong young man, merely 17 years of age yet incredibly skilled in the usage of bows.
The elder rubbed his wrinkled chin, "Hmm" His face turn downcast before saying, "..May the god's have mercy on his soul" The elder stepped from his spot and sat down.
"But sir!" The young man pleaded, "We can't just leave him there! Surely the wolves will find him! We've got to do something!"
"Listen boy! I will not endanger the lives of our town for a stranger. The man doesn't even know he is! Perhaps this is the god's will.."
"Sir..." the boy tried to continue
"Enough! I have made the decision and that is final!"
Mr. Afers Home
Falx quickly put on his borrowed clothes, not bothering to wash. "Great, they leave me here, alone.." He stopped for a second and pondered that, "No, nevermind, not alone. In the company of werewolves!" Calmly he searched the house for anything that could be classified as a werewolf fighting weapon. The Knight found it odd that he knew how to fight a werewolf, but not anything of his name...
Part I
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“I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.” -Anonymous
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MerGirl |
Jun 30 2005, 12:21 AM
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Mouth
Joined: 11-May 05
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Celia slept heavily for awhile now, until her nose started feeling ticklish. Then, she breathed in some sort of dust and sneezed.
Now awake, she stretched herself and stood up--
And saw, right in front of her, Konrad and Sel.
"Oh!" She jumped a foot from the floor, startled. Then, she said sternly, "Warn a girl, why don't you?"
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BobV |
Jun 30 2005, 12:27 AM
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Mouth
Joined: 28-June 05
From: Mordor/Netherlands
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Anthanes' longsword was confiscated by the Imperials, but they didn't bother to remove his armor, confident that he wouldn't need it.
Anthanes and his escort of guards set out from Fort Moonmoth. They hadn't made it that far away from the fort before Anthanes pointed at the sky with a grave look on his face.
"Look, a pack of cliffracers. I don't like the look of this."
"Huh?" , the guards replied, both of them at the same time.
As the guards looked up, Anthanes rammed his steel-clad elbow into the face of the guard left of him which was not protected well by the open Imperial helm. The guard staggered back, groaning in pain.
"I don't see any cliffrac---HEY! What're you doing?" , the other guard exclaimed as he turned around. Anthanes muttered an incantation and a minor daedric spirit, taking the form of a razor-sharp longsword, appeared in his hand. The guard unsheathed his broadsword, made of Cyrodiilic steel, and sent a rather clumsy blow against the battlemage.
Anthanes gripped his bound longsword in both hands and landed a blow on his opponent's weapon, shattering it into pieces. Before the Legionary could react, Anthanes raised the sword over his head and brought the blade down in a sweeping arc, severing the Imperial's head. The Daedric sword-spirit flickered and dissappeared.
The remaining guard started regaining control over himself and blinked as he saw his beheaded fellow soldier. He reached for his sword, and saw it in the hands of the Battlemage, who rammed it into the soldier's belly. The Legionary gurgled and fell down onto the ground.
Anthanes looked at the two corpses, and smirked.
Send better men next time.
He began to walk back to Balmora, avoiding the main road.
OOC: This post might get edited
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Slackers of the world, unite!"And, brave Romans, remember this above all: The owls have promised me help in this fight, how can we lose?!" - R:TW
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Wolfie |
Jun 30 2005, 12:36 AM
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Mage
Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland
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After several hours of travelling, Jonacin reached the Dwemer ruins. He walked up to the heavy doors and made sure he had all his gear ready. He had bought two enchanted amulets specifically for the trip, namely Mark and Recall amulets. Using the Mark amulet, he set the marker just outside the door. Then he pushed them open and walked inside
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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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