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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 1:22 pm
The soul of Analesca flutters up to Tzeen. She is barely bigger than his fist. < May I stay here? My body was destroyed and I need to be somewhere safe until I can grow a new one. You see I expended most of my power to stay in a sence alive I had to cast away the shell of my body... I remember more of what happened that day... I don't know the demon's name...but, I know who sent him. Anyways can I stay till my power returns? > The soul flutters down and lands on his shoulder. < Please? >
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 7:08 am
Soul Emotion The soul of Analesca flutters up to Tzeen. She is barely bigger than his fist. < May I stay here? My body was destroyed and I need to be somewhere safe until I can grow a new one. You see I expended most of my power to stay in a sence alive I had to cast away the shell of my body... I remember more of what happened that day... I don't know the demon's name...but, I know who sent him. Anyways can I stay till my power returns? > The soul flutters down and lands on his shoulder. < Please? > "Sure, but might i suggest that you not go near the black building, it houses the core of the Outpost's spirit, and he can sometimes drain all magical energy from that room when hungry."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 7:20 am
Niccea Majeare Niccea yawns and crawls out of the air duct. "Danger humm? Does it have tastely blood?" Her elf ears twitch. The outpost responds to this question, "It does not have blood, it does not have flesh. To quote a poem of the old days that mortals used to describe it; 'It does not sleep It does not feel It does not laugh or cry All it does from dusk 'till dawn Is make the soldiers die' It has no name, even in our language, and its use was a last line of defense for me, It is capable of destroying anything i have had the misfortune to know of."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 8:41 am
The_Dark_Lord Niccea Majeare Niccea yawns and crawls out of the air duct. "Danger humm? Does it have tastely blood?" Her elf ears twitch. The outpost responds to this question, "It does not have blood, it does not have flesh. To quote a poem of the old days that mortals used to describe it; 'It does not sleep It does not feel It does not laugh or cry All it does from dusk 'till dawn Is make the soldiers die' It has no name, even in our language, and its use was a last line of defense for me, It is capable of destroying anything i have had the misfortune to know of." She licks her lips. "Oh well. Thanks for the warning hon. If it was time for me to die I would have died 34 years ago." She walks around the out post taking in everything with all her senses.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 8:56 am
The soul gives a slight nod. < Thanks for the warning. It is going to be a while before I have any magic stronger than just life uphold. > Her wings wilt a bit. < I went into battle stupidly and drained all my energy and forced out of my body. The enemy turned it to stone, but I managed to flit out before he got my soul. >
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 9:47 am
Soul Emotion The soul gives a slight nod. < Thanks for the warning. It is going to be a while before I have any magic stronger than just life uphold. > Her wings wilt a bit. < I went into battle stupidly and drained all my energy and forced out of my body. The enemy turned it to stone, but I managed to flit out before he got my soul. > Tzeen listened, his face void of emotion, since his kind had evolved past the need for them, though sometimes he acted as he felt someone with emotion would act "You are welcome to stay here, in fact this area would probably help with your recovery, since the innate magic field around here is a lot higher than normal, in fact it should reduce the required time by around 60%."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:03 pm
Niccea Majeare The_Dark_Lord Niccea Majeare Niccea yawns and crawls out of the air duct. "Danger humm? Does it have tastely blood?" Her elf ears twitch. The outpost responds to this question, "It does not have blood, it does not have flesh. To quote a poem of the old days that mortals used to describe it; 'It does not sleep It does not feel It does not laugh or cry All it does from dusk 'till dawn Is make the soldiers die' It has no name, even in our language, and its use was a last line of defense for me, It is capable of destroying anything i have had the misfortune to know of." She licks her lips. "Oh well. Thanks for the warning hon. If it was time for me to die I would have died 34 years ago." She walks around the out post taking in everything with all her senses. The Outpost speaks to Niccea again, "Might i suggest leaving this part of me, and going to the main building, My brother wishes to speak to you, he is unsure about the history he has missed on this world, and you are one of the only two people here that he trusts to speak the truth." then the Outpost speaks a bit more quietly, so that there was no chance it's brother could hear "oh, and please do not ask about his family.....and by that i mean the Daemon race on a whole.......you see he was imprisoned by his father......my father.....for high treason, you see he spared the lives of thousands because he felt sorry for them. This was before we evolved beyond emptions you see, nowadays i am the only Daemon we know of that feels emotions, since my fusion with the Outpost meant i could not evolve anymore."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:50 pm
Niccea laughs. "Don't worry he isn't the first demon I met. I know how to talk to them. As for history...I'll try my best, but it is quiet limited. My memory only streches 50 years and I studied some of the wars that ravaged the world." SHe walks into Tzeen's room laughing. "So you want a history lesson from a vampire? Strange how you trust me more now."
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 4:22 pm
The_Dark_Lord Soul Emotion The soul gives a slight nod. < Thanks for the warning. It is going to be a while before I have any magic stronger than just life uphold. > Her wings wilt a bit. < I went into battle stupidly and drained all my energy and forced out of my body. The enemy turned it to stone, but I managed to flit out before he got my soul. > Tzeen listened, his face void of emotion, since his kind had evolved past the need for them, though sometimes he acted as he felt someone with emotion would act "You are welcome to stay here, in fact this area would probably help with your recovery, since the innate magic field around here is a lot higher than normal, in fact it should reduce the required time by around 60%." The soul smiles. < That is good. Is there a room I can stay in. Regrowing my body with an advanced mystik was painful enough. Since he is dead I have to use my own self. >
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 6:30 am
Niccea Majeare Niccea laughs. "Don't worry he isn't the first demon I met. I know how to talk to them. As for history...I'll try my best, but it is quiet limited. My memory only streches 50 years and I studied some of the wars that ravaged the world." SHe walks into Tzeen's room laughing. "So you want a history lesson from a vampire? Strange how you trust me more now." Tzeen walked along the hall towards Niccea, his wings pulled back as to not seem in any way nervous (he may have lost his emotions, but he knows a little weakness he has had for some time.), the carved black Pillers seemed to look away, as if they did not feel worthy to be in his presence, "Trust has nothing to do with it, with the exception of my brother, which you have already met and talked to, my kind have evolved past the need of emotions. the reason i ask you is that either you or Soul are the most likely to give honest answers, and i will be asking both of you to find out about what i missed." Soul Emotion The_Dark_Lord Soul Emotion The soul gives a slight nod. < Thanks for the warning. It is going to be a while before I have any magic stronger than just life uphold. > Her wings wilt a bit. < I went into battle stupidly and drained all my energy and forced out of my body. The enemy turned it to stone, but I managed to flit out before he got my soul. > Tzeen listened, his face void of emotion, since his kind had evolved past the need for them, though sometimes he acted as he felt someone with emotion would act "You are welcome to stay here, in fact this area would probably help with your recovery, since the innate magic field around here is a lot higher than normal, in fact it should reduce the required time by around 60%." The soul smiles. < That is good. Is there a room I can stay in. Regrowing my body with an advanced mystik was painful enough. Since he is dead I have to use my own self. > Tzeen looked down at Soul, the glow of his eyes dimming to seem less imposing. ((I assume you are still on my character's shoulder, if not then i'll change my post.)) "If you need a place to stay then go through the door to my right, you will be safe there, its the medical bay that was sealed due to it not being needed anymore." As Tzeen says this the wall to his right seems to open up like a screaming face, the mouth becoming a black steel door.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 1:25 pm
Delamerik had finally reached the outpost, and had been eyeing a glowing path for a short time. Finally figuring it was safer than the apparent shield, he walked along it slowly, and entered a building to the sight of great black pillars in the shape of various demons.
"Hmm... Interesting place..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:36 pm
Delamerik Delamerik had finally reached the outpost, and had been eyeing a glowing path for a short time. Finally figuring it was safer than the apparent shield, he walked along it slowly, and entered a building to the sight of great black pillars in the shape of various demons. "Hmm... Interesting place..." The spirit of the Outpost speaks softly to the new visitor, speaking so that its voice did not show any of the dark and evil powers it wa capable of should it decide to be, "Welcome new visitor, i am Azra'Nurgh, and i am the Outpost, my brother Tzeen will be with you soon, he is sorting out matters with two previous aquantenences of his, sorry for any inconvienience. by the way, what is your name so that i might introduce you to him formally?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 4:03 pm
Niccea gives a chortle as her sister flies off. "Never saw that side of her. Listen you should ask Blessed Blade. He is the eldest that is known on Galen. But he supposedly died." She leans closer. "Rumor is something is happening at his old stomping grounds...who knows."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 4:28 pm
Delamerik cocked his head to one side, then his brows furrowed. Shaking his head to get his hair out of his eyes, he righted his head and started looking over one of the pillars.
"Well then Azra, I'm Delamerik Corteniel. I really don't mind waiting, these pillars are rather fascinating..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 4:37 pm
A shadowy figure appears in the outpost, The shadowy figure turns into Vaati. His smile was evil and he laughed with his high pitched voice "Well...another place to destory...Perfect..."
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