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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 9:35 am
In the middle of Talonron lies the Grand Plaza. Most of the Western fronts economy orginates here. In the middle of the plaza stand a large colored statue/fountain of a man with long black hair and crimson root. He also sports palce ice blues eyes and a Eight point startburst engraved in his golden and crystal armor while water pools around his feet. This is none other than the founder of Talonron and the last Ancient Telemacil Vellor.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 11:52 am
A silver portal shimmers next to the fountain before an odd looking woman stepped out. Dressed in her usual professional clothes as she removed a pair of Raybans from her eyes. Her trenchcoat billowing about with each step as she turned on her Italian boot's heel with Sapphire eyes showing a hint of confusion.
"Well, Toto..I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. Great, now to get my bearings and figure out where in god's name I am." She wasn't surprised to see she was by a fountain, she had a few she typically hung around, but why this spell seemed to lead her here was an unknown.
"Always an adventure. Stupid warp.." She mumbled the last line as she looked up again towards the statue of the man, trying not to chew on one end of the sunglasses. Hoping to find some sort of clue lurking there before she shrugged and started walking around the plaza. She might as well do some shopping while she was there.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 10:37 am
Sitting down on the edge of the fountain there wasnt anything new to her. Although being wherever she was, was entirely new. She was working on eating a roast beef sandwich, enjoying the quietness as she observed people coming and going. Wondering why most seemed to speak of some kind of war.
She couldn't remember being anywhere that had a war in what seemed like forever. Although she tended to fight the good fight, it wasn't anything close to a war in itself.
A war to her meant too many deceased, not enough planning and an eventual takeover. Which wasn't good for either side. Course, those days, she wasn't much of a mediator.
She grimaced as she finished her sandwich and stood, stretching as she extended her senses. Whatever was around wherever she was, she'd find some answers soon.
As soon as she had picked the nearest person's mind for a location, her eyes shot open, recognition dawning as she found herself wondering why everything was happening.
"Why am I in Talonron now?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:27 am
"Magik?"
Old Dagar walks though the crowd leaning on his warhammer like a cane. He beams up at Magik.
"Come to spend alittle time and brighten up a old man's life huh?"
He winks at her playfully like he does with everyone.
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