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 Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:45 pm
Drathir Lac'nalaThose most powerful in my city,
Spend their days watching over their shoulders.After his encounter with the half-elf in the tavern and the mystery man in the park Drathir decided it would be wise to lay low for a little while. During that time he allowed himself one of the rare trips home. It had taken him awhile but, he finally found a passage back down to his home. However, it was not his city he found, in the underworld there were thousands of cities. The one he found was one of the lesser ones.
After the first little while Drathir came to realize that this city was closely tied to his home. As such, he was able to use a few contacts he had to get him some items that he would need if and when he decided to make the half-elfs life harder. This time, he would be prepared. Though it was only a few hours ago that he had once again surfaced he had all that he needed.
Once in his room he placed the bag upon a dark wood table and flopped down onto a makeshift chair. It was at that moment that he heard the voices coming from the other room. He could only hear them faintly at first but, as he concentrated he could make out the voices. There were two, a man and a woman. One of them, the female one he had heard before but he could not place his finger on where.
Sighing loudly he closed his eyes, his mind began to drift in hopes of recalling who it was that belonged to the female voice. But, mostly just to unwind. After being underground once more he remembered what made him leave. The women held everyone by the balls, metaphorically of course. Although, some did it literally. As time began to pass his eyes snapped open.
“The half-bred!” He exclaimed as he gripped the armrests of the chair, the claws on his gauntlet digging into the rocks. “That elg'caress lives next door to me!” He bellowed as his gauntlet hand released the chair and slammed into it leaving a small but noticeable dent. “Well, this might work out after all... Yes... I believe it will...” His free hand moved towards his chin and he began to stroke it. “Yes, this is turning out better than I thought it would.”Defending against daggers that would find their backs,
Their deaths usually come from the front.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 8:58 am
Knock, knock, knock. "SDD." A female voice called, but chose to remain outside. "If anyone is in the room then I'm here to inform you that the mall, tennis courts, and football field will be closed until further notice. For your safety we ask that you remain indoors due to heavy rain - and that Sanctum University will be closed for the next week to due precautions that are being taken. We do apologize for the inconveince for any childs you may have, and if you are a teacher you will be getting a memo. If you have any questions, or need any errands we will leave a device for you to contact us. Just click on the head and speak into it, and reply will come shortly after. If there is delay we ask that you wait but we assure you that we will respond. Thank you for your time."
Taped to the door was a miniature dragon head that fit the size of one's palm. The mouth was slightly parted to hint that that was where it was to talk to. Between the horns of the dragon was a pushable button that would lock when pressed, and unlock in the same method.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:10 pm
Drathir Lac'nalaThose most powerful in my city,
Spend their days watching over their shoulders.As he stepped through the portal back into his room he flopped down onto his makeshift bed and groaned. He hated having to use his powers to that extent, it tired him out, and it always made him feel rather helpless. He knew that he could get away with stuff but, in the end it always seemed a rather hollow victory. After all, he had been doing it for as long as he could remember.
After a few peaceful moments he finally began to drift off, his mind finally calming down. It was during this moment that he finally thought back to when he was in the first bedroom of the other house. He saw a picture, of some small child. She looked rather happy. He couldn't recall ever seeing her but, for some reason, it remind him of that witch Mitsuki. “Who was she...” He muttered to himself as he rolled over and covered his head.
As time passed his mind began to wander once more. This time, he heard yelling coming from Mitsuki and her sister's apartment. He couldn't make out much of it but at least he knew they were hope and he liked his gift. With a laugh he sat up on his head and swung his legs off the edge of the bed before he began moving around. He knew it was about time to enact his plan. After all, it was only a matter of time before things came back to him. Reaching into his pocket he produced a small communicator and placed it on his ear. “This is the dark one, phase one is a go. I repeat, phase one is a go.”Defending against daggers that would find their backs,
Their deaths usually come from the front.
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