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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 2:13 pm
Entia became still, her face expresionless. She leaned against a wall, head tilting up as she searched the air for the owner of the mysterious voice. Hand curling around her hilt, hidden by her long flowing cloak.
She tightend her grip, only in defense incase it was a trap or someone attempting to attack her. She stood up straight, continuing to search curiously, and spoke aloud to the air. "May I ask who.. you ... are?" her voice was rather quiet and always calm.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 2:28 pm
"I am the gaurdian of these ruins. My name is Rhapsody, but most everyone knows me as Whym. What do you wish in these ruin?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 2:31 pm
The young herbalist slowly passed by the somewhat degraded arching entranceway to the main of the city. He stood confidently and quietly examining the abundant growth adorning the ancient architectural structures.
He hand rested delicately across his leather bag as he approached a cracked wall adorned indescretely in purple-green vines. "I have never seen such a plant," he said quietly to himself, not noticing the woman that stood so near to him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 2:41 pm
He removed a single leaf from the vine delicately and examined it. He stroked his finger delicately across the surface of the front and back, carefully noting the soft texture.
He reached into his leather sachel and dug around for a smaller bag of chemicals. He pulled it out and unwrapped the leather bag and removed one of many seemingly identical vials of colorless, transluscent liquid. He removed the cork from the flask and dabbed a bit of the liquid on the surface.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 11:22 am
The leaf's surface began to singe slightly and turn a faint color of red, something no other plant he had ever worked with had done quite so fast or dramatically.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 5:14 pm
Her eyes lightend with less consentraiton, "I only wish for shealter along my journey away from home.." she smiled faintly, although no one was near it seemed to be a gester of friendly-ness. Her hand lowered to her side, tipping back against the wall again. "May I get dirrections to this place you speak of?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 4:33 am
Whym was sitting next to her. She opened her mouth. "Sure. It is the big building with alote of burn marks on it." Whym tapped the herbist on the shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:24 pm
The man jolted at the tap on his shoulder, and dropped the vial of acid onto the ground ungracefully, where it sizzled noisily, emitting a pungent fume of phosphorous upon contact with the stone. He stared at it unbelievingly for a moment, his eyes transfixed on the broken tube. Satisfied that the matter was completely wasted, he glared up at the woman dressed in blue. "Can I help you?" he asked sarcastically.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2005 8:49 pm
Before she could respond, the man wrenched violently to the ground. His hands clutched violently at his skull, straining dangerously with shoulder length, unkept bangs. He curled in a fetal position, twitching and shaking violently, eyes plastered shut and his teeth clenched.
"What is happening!?" He shrieked, his body contorting inhumanly in pain.
With a painful gasp, his eyes opened in horror, his pupils dialated, then grew infinitely small. An insignificant piece of darkness escaped his lips. With a final, twisting motion, his body was rended from that plain of existence.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2005 2:48 pm
Whymsical Rhapsody Whym was sitting next to her. She opened her mouth. "Sure. It is the big building with alote of burn marks on it." Whym tapped the herbist on the shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:09 pm
"You could say that. I'm the only one in these ruins. They are my home." She extended her hand out. "I'm Rhapsody, but my friends call me Whym."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 10:27 pm
Entia met that hand with her own in a handshake. Her mouth dropping open slightly as she spoke, "I am Entia.. I come from the elven forest.. of course.." she shrugged and went back to standing quietly, "Have you always lived here?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2005 10:29 pm
Blessed Blade Before she could respond, the man wrenched violently to the ground. His hands clutched violently at his skull, straining dangerously with shoulder length, unkept bangs. He curled in a fetal position, twitching and shaking violently, eyes plastered shut and his teeth clenched."What is happening!?" He shrieked, his body contorting inhumanly in pain.
With a painful gasp, his eyes opened in horror, his pupils dialated, then grew infinitely small. An insignificant piece of darkness escaped his lips. With a final, twisting motion, his body was rended from that plain of existence.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 6:12 am
Whym chortled a bit at the question. "I'm a non-living organisim, but I have made this place my home for over 20,000 years." She sighed. "THere are a few cities like this all over the world. All ruins of a great civilization."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2005 12:59 pm
From the southern end of the city towards the central square where Whym and Lady Entia stood approached a man in blue garments similar to the Etherean woman standing there. Though it wasn't necessary, he used his white staff as a walking stick along the uneven, cracking marble walkways of the once great city.
His face beared the same expression of emotionlessness it always held, less in a manner of lacking emotion, and more in a manner of not understanding the emotions he had. But this, this time it was somehow different. There was a distinct mark of pain in his eyes as he approached Whym steadily and mournfully.
When he stopped, he held up his fine hand to her flawless cheek and laid his palm across it. "I have something I must tell you," he said gravely.
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