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Sigma Annihilus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 6:54 pm
You enter the plaza of the city, the metal gates squealing to a close behind. The plaza is full of activity as people of all kinds move from the taverns to the other sections of the Lower Ring. The market section to the left of the Plaza is bustling with merchant stands and the shops are crowded. Smog can be seen rising out of the foundry as the numerous factories produce metals for the shops and the military blacksmiths. The guards in this ring wear blackened breastplates with matching shinguards and gauntlets, their normal clothing underneath.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 2:38 am
Arkon leaps off rooftops in the Middle Ring, landing in an alleyway in the Lower Ring. He stays to the darkened corners of the alleyway, "Those fools think they are victorious, but a Darklord doesn't go down that easily. Heh heh.", the abyssal muttered to himself. Arkon focused intently as his flesh started to writhe and change, forming into a pale skin. The red tips of his white hair fade to match the whole as his four eyes meld into two, yellow iris eyes of a Shadelander. His armor warped and crumbled to form into an elegant yet simple clothing. "We will meet again, Lightbringer and Fire Queen. You haven't heard the last of me.", Arkon muttered before walking out of the alley into the bustling streets of the Lower Ring, completely incognito.
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Sigma Annihilus Vice Captain
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