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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 10:09 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 1:11 am
Smiling and looking around, he tilts his head to the side and smiles. "Dieing, wind and air elementalists never die," he says with a welcoming grin. Stretching his arms out wide and rolling from the toes of his feet to the balls of his heels and back, he takes a look around the small field and slowly raises his eyes to the clear blue sky above. "So, this IS where we come to specialize in air and wind elementalism, correct?" he quizzically asks, running his hand through his soft brown hair. Chuckling slightly, he cracks his knuckles loudly and rolls up his sleeves above his elbows. With a smirk he nods to the girl on the knoll, "Anything specific I need to do to actually sign up?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 5:08 pm
Chuckling that no one has returned or come to the field. He looks around....after practicing for a long while...he smiles to himself. No one here to run this wind elemental practice field.....no one to stop him from taking control of it and teaching those that wish to learn. As he smiles and turns to face the entrance, he opens his arms wide and smirks, whispering into the wind and smiling as he magnifies his voice and allows the wind to carry it to whomever may here "All those who wish to train and work with the element of air, you are welcome here. I will teach you to the best of my ability, and we will grow together."
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:55 pm
We're still here...
She could hear the faint whispers calling for her to listen once again, but she could not make herself care. Everyone was gone, and they had taken with them her will to push forward and fight. What was there left to fight for? she wondered.
The empty halls echoed with every step she took, and she couldn't help the feeling of utter loneliness that filled her heart. She admitted it freely that she was a wuss, and she missed everyone. She missed the laughter, the games, the fights, and all the other experiences that had come with this place. Now none of that remained, and her palace of wind and air was just that - an empty, cavernous complex of elaborate buildings where the only sounds were those of her own movements, and those of the winds whistling through empty corridors.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 1:56 am
Nothing was left, but the howling of the wind... If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the memories that have soaked into these halls. The breeze sometimes twisted itself into murmurs and whispers, nothing quite understandable, but it gave you a sense of reverence. A sense of nostalgia.
But all that's left now, are ghosts in the wind..
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