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A Mystery Unleashed - Playground 28 |
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Wolfie |
Jul 27 2005, 10:13 PM
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Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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QUOTE(gamer10 @ Jul 27 2005, 07:44 PM) Niran brought the two pieces of his sword and dropped them by Jonacin's feet. "These might be of some use to you," Niran said angrily before walking off. You bastarde, that sword was precious to me . . . the only thing I had left to live for . . .wait . . .Niran glanced at Celia before walking farther off and sitting. Then he turned his gaze towards her. . . Now there is only one that I hold dear. . .even if she doesn't think highly of me . . . Yeah, because a broken sword is really usefulJonacin ignored the broken sword at his feet and went over to the barrels brought to shore by the sylphs. they contained provisions enough to last at least a week, but only if used sparingly
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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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gamer10 |
Jul 27 2005, 10:31 PM
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Master

Joined: 7-June 05
From: Home

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QUOTE(LoneWolf @ Jul 27 2005, 04:13 PM) Yeah, because a broken sword is really usefulJonacin ignored the broken sword at his feet and went over to the barrels brought to shore by the sylphs. they contained provisions enough to last at least a week, but only if used sparingly (OOC: Niran was using a little something we call "sarcasm", though it didn't show because he was angry.  )
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Wolfie |
Jul 27 2005, 10:32 PM
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Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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OOC: I know he was, and Jonacin was also using that little thing called sarcasm 
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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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Megil Tel-Zeke |
Jul 28 2005, 12:46 AM
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Joined: 25-June 05
From: Wilmington NC

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Megil walked over to Jonacin, his weariness beginning to die off.
"So what all do we have."
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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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MerGirl |
Jul 28 2005, 02:42 AM
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Joined: 11-May 05

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QUOTE(gamer10 @ Jul 27 2005, 03:29 PM) "Celia after all this . .you know . .whatever the group is doing, do you plan on returning to Cyrodiil?" Celia nodded, her face serious. "Of course! That is my home and where most of my family live." She sighed, her face sorrow as a wave of homesickness hit her. "I just hope they are all allright from that demonic invasion. And, I really do miss home..." She glanced at Niran, curious. "If we ever rid of that bounty on your head, what do you plan to do after our quest-affair?" This post has been edited by MerGirl: Jul 28 2005, 02:46 AM
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Channler |
Jul 28 2005, 03:59 AM
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Joined: 20-March 05
From: Nashville, North Carolina

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Talking aloud was starting to become very common place in Falx's time by himself. After walking from the mountains to some city by the sea he hadn't many friends to speak to, save himself. Curousity overtook him for a moment, and he started to stand up and head out the door way but caught himself,
"Ah, he's a good man, I'm sure he doesn't need my company" Falx said, gesturing mentally towards Arcyakt
Sitting back down on his shaky hammock Falx thought of the rebels.. "How dare they do such a thing, the empire gives them the freedom that every man deserves and yet they slaughter their protectors unmercifully. Ha, when I get ahold of them.."
Falx's caught a glint of shiny metal in the ruksack of the mans bunk across from him. Slowly and ever cautiously Falx snuck towards the bag to get a closer look, he was all alone in the bunk area. Reaching into the sack he felt a smooth, cool surface, the touch delighted his fingers as the pranced around it, feeling its curves and edges.
Something snapped in Falx's head, and all thoughts of nobility and justice fled from his mind. Suddenly the gauntlets gleamed with such a light that Falx couldn't resist it anymore and snatched up the valuable property, rushing it to his own sack.
Thumping resounded in the wooden hallways, someone was coming down! Falx's nerves were steely, and wouldn't be broken down by and others determination. The door to the room creaked open and a large shirtless Nord with a long red beard stepped in. The Nord passed a glance at Falx, and Falx continued to stare at him as he walked to his bed, which just happened to be were the gauntlets came from.
After throwing the insides of the bag out the big Nord's face grew bright red as he turned to confront Falx, "Give them back you litle thief and I'll only break your fingers off!" His voice was loud and deep, but he had a bit of a slur in his voice. So either he was drunk, or dumb. Whichever didn't matter, for he was charging straight at Falx.
Falx lepted off the side of the excuted a roll right to the left of the angry Nord, "Calm down good sir! Why would I steal your stuff, obviously I hadn't a use for it" It seems that the Nord took the comment as a taunt and decided to swing down at Falx, smashing into his right shoulder blade.
"Damn you!" Falx cursed as he held shoulder, his mind went into more of a mindless state, "Morrowind law says that if someone starts a fight, the other person can defend themselves by any means!" Falx glared at the Nord, his face forming an evil grin. He readied his sword and held for another charge.
The Nord was drunk for not even a dumb being would charge right into the sharpened tip of a sword. Blood spit out from his back as the sword peirced through and potruded itself from the back of the Nords neck. Falx breathed heavily as he pushed the heavy man off his sword.
"Stupid fool!" Falx spat on the Nord's lifeless corpse, "You've got blood all over me!" One single thrust ended the life of another in a quicksecond, yet Falx felt no remorse. Neither did he feel it while he dumped the carcass into the churning depths of the inner sea, and still true as he cleaned up the blood splashed along the floor boards.
It didn't penetrate the outer shell the was forming around Falx, already he was changing, and changing for the worst...
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“I'm not insensitive, I just don't care.” -Anonymous 
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