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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 11, 2004 23:11:20 GMT -5
Kyeira's reddish orange eyes grew in size, Are you telling me that this thing was once, Lord Ales...
The spell made her flinch slightl as the evilness passed her. Something was not right here. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but she knew accusing the "Follower of Bahamut" with nothng to back it up would do nothing and she had no idea what to do.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 12, 2004 10:01:11 GMT -5
Kashiro's eyes narrowed as he felt the pulse of evil energy. "Why would a servant of the Platinum Lord use such a spell? Something doesn't smell right.", he thought, hand unconsciously reaching for his sword. The swordsman's eyes seem to sparkle with a golden light as he peers into the souls of both the figure on the disc and the elf, trying to determine their true intent.
*Detect Evil*
As he searches for any potential hint of evil, certain words reach his ears. He blinks in disbelief as his stare falls on the winged man on the disc. Was that really...? But that was impossible!
"Then again, nothing is really impossible, after all...", he thinks dryly.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 12, 2004 16:34:25 GMT -5
The blind, old man begins muttering to himself as he approaches the disk and leans over the body.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 12, 2004 18:20:39 GMT -5
The priest of Bahamut was very strong within his alignment, yet, he seemed to be not be neither good nor evil, which is strange considering Bahamut's own alignment...
The creature on the disc was clearly good, but with a slight taint of evil upon his soul...
The elvan cleric raised an eyebrow at the blind man "staring" at the body as it slowly began to regain consciousness and began its struggle once again.
"As I would love to stay and chat," he said, in only a way an elf could, with its double meaning obvious, yet subtle, "I must go and take care of bursiness. If you don't mind..."
With the last part being meant towards the observer, her then began to walk off again with the now struggling hard creature not far behind.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 13, 2004 14:16:17 GMT -5
Being rather persistent, Kyeira followed behind the "cleric."
I'm coming along. This concerns the safety of all those who live here so I am obligated to do so.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 16, 2004 9:43:17 GMT -5
The old man wanders down the road as well, his feet coincidentally taking him along the path that the cleric took.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 16, 2004 22:45:51 GMT -5
"This is my concern as well.", the swordsman says laconically, following alongside Kyiera. As soon as he's certain the dubious priest isn't eavesdropping, he quietly whispers his concerns.
"I detected an aura on the priest, but neither good nor evil registered. He may be taking steps to conceal his true nature. Rather suspicious, wouldn't you say? Also, the half-dragon has some taint on him, but I can tell he's not evil. Does look strikingly familiar, though..."
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 17, 2004 17:52:36 GMT -5
Looking very annoyed by those following he sighs, "If you must..."
After walking a little while he lets out a quick snicker followed by a a grin that he was using to hold back laughter. He then moves a little faster as if he had new motivation.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 17, 2004 18:34:32 GMT -5
The old man maintains his pace but increases the length of his stride, allowing him to keep up with the priest. He begins muttering to himself for a moment, but stops suddenly, face remaining as solemn and somber as ever.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 22, 2004 15:39:14 GMT -5
After having walked for a while through the different alley ways. The cleric had arrived at a dead end. He turned around and looked at those who followed them. He went up to the brick wall and whispered so softly that no one could hear it.
The bricks turned from a red to a deep dark red. The dark red then seemed to turn almost into a thick liquid, like blood. He nodded to the others and walked through...
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 24, 2004 20:38:57 GMT -5
Kyeira walked up to the thick red substance and touched it. With a look of disgust on her face, she took her cloak and wrapped her hair in it. She then reluctantly trudged through the portal...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 24, 2004 23:01:45 GMT -5
The blind old man walked innocently into the thick portal, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 26, 2004 8:41:11 GMT -5
As he continued towards the strange red portal, Kashiro idly wondered why the strange old man was following them.
"There's more to that one than meets the eye...", he thinks as he walks through the portal with no hesitation. There were other concerns on his mind besides getting a little gunk in his hair.
One of Kashiro's hands reflexively reaches for the hilt of his sword as he unconsciously prepares for whatever's beyond the portal. The other hand reaches for his holy symbol of Bahamut. These were cautious times, the swordsman thought, and in his profession it was always wise to be prepared.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 26, 2004 17:55:52 GMT -5
Upon reaching the other side, you find that the strange blood red substance is now turning a burgundy and is thickening to a gel consistency. Though it smells like blood, the consistency of it says that it is not.
When your attention reaches the room, it is a small room, just about big enough for four people to stand cramped together. The cleric and creature are gone, but even without being close to it, you can see that the walls of the hallway ahead have a streak going across them as if something hard like stone struggled to fit in. There are also a few drops of the same red liquid on the floor, now a deep purple color.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 26, 2004 22:54:31 GMT -5
The old man continues to wander slowly forward, barely even breaking his stride.
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