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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 11:41 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:40 am
Looking to the sky like any curious being would, the only noise you would hear would be massive wing beats, but nothing to match them as Atmadja soared through the sky, her reflective scales mirroring the sights around her. She could choose when her scales would be smooth silver, or like a mirror, but usually when she was flying in the open, she kept cloaked, only appearing as a blur in the sky, if one managed to catch sight of her.
Soaring over the Shadow Forests, Atmadja was restocking on some herbs she needed for her healing impliments back at her domain. Finding a vast clearing in the middle of the trees, Atmadja came into focus as she began to land, a massive up wind traveling for yards on end from the flaps of her expansive wings. She fit in the clearing, with room to spare, which wasn't often due to her massive size, but when she folded her wings back, almost as if they melted into her skin, she looked like she couldn't fly in the least, so it made land travel easier.
Putting her muzzle to the air around her, Atmadja began to seek out the herbs she was looking for, her long, slender body beginning to move swiftly as she wove through the trees, collecting various herbs in the sac she had tied to her tail.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 1:40 pm
Ezra had seen Atmadja flying. Mostly out of habit, he had seen her from watching his surroundings, planning and scaling the place for traps, combat, assassinations. Anyways, he allowed himself to move from the shadows into the light. He was here to get ingredients for his poisons. He always preferred using commonly found items for his poisons. He always used the medical herbs for poison, it was a dark humor for him, using what heals to kill.
He gathered plants, observing each one for quality and usefulness. He came upon a certain plant though. It was mint leaves. He checked his mint leaf pouch and found it empty. "Damn" he said to himself. He had run out due to his habit. Something about chewing mint leaves calmed him when he was nervous. It was a quirk he had that he hoped others wouldn't find out about. He picked some, making sure they weren't poisoned.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 1:51 pm
Weaving through the trees with ease, Atmadja had found all the herbs she needed, filling the pouch tied to her whip-like tail. Earlier as she had flown to the forest, she had spotted Ezra at the Mirror Marsh, so she wasn't surprised to see him in the distance.
She knew his deamenor, so not quite feeling it appropriate to approach him just yet, she offered a small greeting through her telepathy, coneccting with his mind from the distance they were at.
"Hello Ezra. A nice morning to be out, wouldn't you agree," she offered kindly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:13 pm
Ezra looked up casually, searching his area to see where the voice was coming from. Eventually, he figured it was telepathy. "A psychic?" he questioned, I've never been one for viewing anything different from situational statistics for murder, but if another were to answer, they would agree that this is a pleasant morning he said, oddly surprised by how honest he was being. He carefully ran through what he said through his head, seeing if anything would give any leg hold to his mind. Only how he thought in combat was given away. 's**t' he thought to himself.
He hated his hastiness. 'Idiot' he thought to himself. "I'm a wetboy damn it, speech should be second nature to me. I'm soon to be the belated wetboy at this" he said lower than a whisper to himself. Though his emotions and tone was anger, he never let it seep through his body. It remained relaxed, calm.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:27 pm
Atmadja was quiet at all of this, listening to his thoughts as he spoke to her, directly and indirectly. She didn't quite know what to say to someone so critical and such. He was a very contradicting individual, mainly within himself. His physcality said calm, but his thoughts were jumbled and degrading. Figuring his physicality was what was more important in the sense of face to face conversation, Atmadja approached him through the trees, making enough noise so he could hear her, and wouldn't think she was sneaking up on him.
"You really shouldn't be so critical of yourself. You are thinking things through too much," she offered kindly, trying to stay nonthreatening as she came up to him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:38 pm
Dyton entered the woods, his sleek black long bow slung over his shoulder as he treked through the trees. The large sword sheath thumped against his right thigh as he walked.Dyton stopped as he saw two other beings. "Hello" he said quietly, moving towards a large rock. He hadn't seen these people before. Let alone anybody else.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:45 pm
He turned to see her. His face spoke the same language as his body. Yet there was a small notation in his eyes, speaking that this was a man divorced from his body. That through it, he truly never cared what happened to it. It was what gave him strength to kill, to be able to rip apart lives.
Soon his mind came to one conclusion. Idiot, what do you have to be afraid of? You have nothing left in this world, you ended that, he thought to himself. In that instant, his bitterness returned.
"Can't be helped" his voice calm. "I'm a wetboy, to stay the best, I can't overlook anything. Not to mention my immortality has been stripped, so I get to lovingly face wetboys who can't die. Being the best is even more reason to think critically, one can be killed by anything, from the hail of magic to simple words spoken by one. So, what brings you to this place?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 2:57 pm
Atmadja stopped when he turned to look at her, and giving a sign of nonhostility, she laid her long, slender body down as it weaved through the trees, looking down at him as she kept her long neck under the top cover of the trees. For as big of a dragon as she was, she fit rather well.
Atmadja listened to Ezra as he spoke, harsh and degrading words, though his voice was calm.
"I suppose one can have any outlook on life, but trying to find pleasures in it makes things easier," she offered, lowering her broad head down to his eye level.
"I am here to find herbs for my healing impliments. I am the lead healer of the clan, so I must keep things in my domain incase they are needed," she explained, bringing her tail into view as it held the pouch.
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 3:17 pm
That comment hit him like a blow to the gut. His body didn't react, but his heart clenched. Same words that she had said. Too bad you ended her, you b*****d he thought to himself. Soon, words began to run through his head, remembering another person he once worked with, a great man, one who couldn't be bribed or bought by anything. A man who had great honor, but was his closest friend. The lengths Ezra went through just to serve him. But that was another life. At least that one was in the grave not because of Ezra. The words he had said to his friend, the wolfhound is pampered by the fire. the wolf is hunted in the cold. Right now, he wanted anything to break his thought, to stop any delay in his words.
"Tools can't have pleasures. Lost count how many wetboys have lost their lives because of such things. Made them dull and useless." those words were lies in his heart. Truthfully, he longed to find a bond again, but he had always tried to crush that. "If you are looking for healing impliments, I have some. Don't know your method, but I can show you how I heal. Approach it from the other side of the line, approach from death's doors and work your way their. After all, just as potions used to heal can be used for poisons, same goes visversa"
He turned to Dyton. "kind of difficult to hear you if you speak so lowly" he said. He gave an examining look.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:01 am
Carthose watched as as the other two made conversation. Reciting the ancient words of the spells he had learned, the Kings Guard felt power in them. The arcane arts gave his strength, and he needed it. "Salou zeakeria furous," he said, finishing the lines of magic. Walked slowly towards Ezra and Atmadja, he nodded. "Healer, wetboy. What brings you so close to the heart of these woods?" He asked in a casual way. They should know my study is there... He thought to himself, controlling the feelings welling up inside him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:06 am
"My apologies, magic addict" Ezra sneered. Deep down, he hated the royal palace all together. Ezra was well aware how strong Carthose was, after all, the royal family may seem pathetic, they weren't idiots. Then again, Ezra didn't care much. He was nicknamed Ezra the Mad because of his cocky attitude to higher ups or people who could easily kill him. He was a man in love with death, whether he killed or was killed.
He looked into Carthose eyes, as if trying to probe him. He gave a smirk. "What's the matter?" he said in a cocky voice, "Afraid your arts may be discovered? We wetboys have a saying for that. The truth eventually gets out, it always does, only a matter of time. Just be glad there aren't any wetboys out to kill you, or the royal family, yet." he said, mocking Carthose.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:30 pm
Carthose chuckled at Ezra's comments. "Wetboy, you have much to learn about magic. You have much to learn about me," Smiling under his mask, the Arcane Watcher looked around the forest. "Know my friend that royal family are fools. Addicts to power and wealth. All royalty is and as such, i serve only out of bidding my time. As for me being killed,"Turning his attention once more to the wetboy, Carthose shook his head. "As long as magic rests in this world, then no one can really kill me. Not completely anyways," Taking a moment to think about his next move, he spoke again. "So, once more; what brings you here?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:09 pm
Atmadja listened to Ezra as he spoke, coldly as it was, but there was something there, something she couldn't quite place.
"Even if one is considered as such, that doesn't mean they are not a being in the least. Every being has the right to a source of worth and well being. And if it's any consolation in the least, I believe you to be a value to the clan if anyone," Atmadja said kindly. She had heard Dyton earlier, but he hadn't seemed much for congregation, so she let him be. However, she reared up slightly as Carthose began to walk their way. She scowled at him the way he reffered to Ezra, letting him see it for sure.
"If you must know Carthose, we are both here in these woods collecting herbs, before being so rudely interrupted," Atmadja hissed at him.
"If it weren't for you being part of my clan, you wouldn't receive a single kindness on my part. Your outlook on the whole of our clan shouldn't be welcomed in the least, but alas, your too stubborn with your opinions," she added, making sure he knew her outlook on him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:29 pm
"Children..."
The hollow voice echoed throughout the trees.
"That's quite enough."
TY didn't materialize his body in the forest with the rest of them, but instead made his presence felt within the shadows surrounding them all.
"I'm tired of all your bickering and fighting. Why can't you be nicer to each other? At least in my presence."
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