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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 2:15 pm
 No one has ever come her for longer than necessary. This place is said to be haunted, as at one point is was said to house the exact location where the evil Songera Clan had once been. All manner of strange things happen here, and every morning, and towards dusk, and all into the night, a mist hovers about the place. The terrain changes sometimes, ranging from a forrested mountain to a ice covered barren rock. To say the least, anything could be hidden here, and many superstitions hang about the place. Few will enter, unless they have no other choice.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:21 pm
Deidra sat on a rock looking at a strange house he saw in the distance “hmm…”
(Someone can enter here))
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 12:57 pm
 A figure rose from the shadows around the area, and started to stride towards Deidra. It was silent, making no noise at all, and as it came into the light, Deidra would see that it was a man. The figure looked like (exactly like the picture), though there was no way for the mind to put an age to the man. It wasn't magic, nor a trick of the eyes. It was as if the part of the mind that let such reasoning take place suddenly stopped working. The effects? And odd person, for sure. The man stopped before Deidra, and simply stared at him, no expression in his eyes.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 3:38 pm
"Yes?" deidra said staring back with no expression.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 3:19 pm
As the man spoke, his voice was found to be deep. Deeper than any human's could possibly be. It echoed throughout the air, as if from a far distance. "Why are you here, in the land where Shadows dwell?"
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 6:11 pm
Deidra looked at the rock he was sitting on thinking of his past and where he wants to be. “Why, my friend what everybody wants to do in this mountainous are, losing memory.” He said with a sad face looking towards his mystery man.
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 3:58 pm
The strange man chuckled, though his face never altered a bit. "You'd have to sit her for quite a few years before you lost your memories. Probably do to Alzheimer's." chuckling at his joke, the man knelt suddenly, eyeing Deidra. "Why would you want a release from your memories? I, though I have few, do cherish the ones that I possess. So why wouldn't you cherish yours?"
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 4:21 pm
“I was born on the run from some people from the majutsu tribe for treason. My mother ran and ran but eventually surrendered after I was born knowing that I could not grow up this way. As my mother surrendered, my mother pleaded to the majutsu guards to the tribe to take care and spare the life on her son. Surprisingly they said yes to her offer since the guard wanted a sun but was unable to with no wife.” He said looking to his mysterious friend. “In my young years as a kid he was very well trained every hour of day with only 4 hours to sleep and do stuff with. Having this he started to over hear the other kids and how they played and talked about thing of freedom. He dreamed for freedom after my training because he would be the best warrior. Dedra was given no last name or first name until he finished my training. So for being born of my mother who died disgracefully the named him dedra witch means sorrowful.” He continued. “So as your see I have been marked a monster, half blood, freak and most of all outsider.”
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 1:36 pm
Again, the figure chuckled. "Is being outcast, marked, so bad?" Crouching down beside th man, the stranger stared into his eyes. They seemed filled with a horror, a knowledge, and a sorrow that no living entity could ever understand, nor have to. "If even one person knew what I was, every tribe in the world would be after me to kill me. But do you know what I say?" the corner of the stranger's eyes crinkled up slightly, a sign of a smile. "Why must I conform to their sense of normalcy? Why not glorify in my differences? Prove yourself a powerful person, a good person, and they might accept you yet." As his eyes returned to normal, the man stood once more. "To lose yourself here, to say that everything is hopeless, is not only a sign of weakness, but it is also a slap in the face to the memory of your mother." The extremely deep voice reverberated through the air with the end of his words.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 3:37 pm
“Oh, but that is not what I wanted to forget..” he said with a sadistic smile “.. I killed my adopted father.” He said with frost on his finger tips. “I killed him when killed the one I loved. She was a slave I loved her but he killed her as soon as he found out and said ‘your scum like your wretched mother, your not worth the spit that you real mother’s blood is!’ I killed him for that, I am proud to be an outcast!” he said touching his hand to a tree. The tree then froze in to crystal an he punched thought the ice with his hand bloody.
((EDITED: BIOLOGICAL TO ADOPTED))
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 6:13 pm
Yuber walked with abrupt footsteps as he peered around the scenery. "It would only appeal if it were burning I suppose." he said under his breath as he continued walking. His armor made slight clanking sounds as he paced about, pondering ideas for his new destination.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 6:05 pm
Yuber continued to pace through the landscape before coming to a decision. "There is a meeting assembling perhaps that'd be more beneficial." He said to himself before taking off.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 2:40 pm
The figure chuckled. "Then what is the problem? If you are proud, why are you here?" Chuckling again in his odd deep voice, the man looked over his shoulder and stood up. "Why not pay them back, then? He called you trash. Prove him wrong. Make something of your life and be proud of it." Turning his gaze back to the stranger, the man held up a hand, as if offering his help. "Come on. There are far better things to do than waste your life away on a fool's words."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 8:33 am
Deidra then looked grim “I am not strong enough to take on those slaving bastards, At least not all at once. They treat people like there footstools!” he said in an angry voice “I have never used a slave for anything, and I never will!” he said getting up from his rock.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:14 pm
Putting his hands in his pockets, the figure eyed Deidra for a few unsettling moments. It felt like the man was weighing his soul, and measuring him from head to toe. After a few moments, however, the figure turned. "Come. If you want to become strong enough, come with me." With that, the figure began to walk away.
(you can stop him from leaving, if you want)
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