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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 29, 2004 13:08:24 GMT -5
With Falcion in hand, Kyeira walks ahead. Looking around making sure that there aren't and traps.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 30, 2004 2:36:17 GMT -5
The warrior's gaze darts from one side of the room to the other. Once he is satisfied that no threats lurk ahead, Kashiro also advances, idly wondering what he's just gotten himself into. Despite his relaxed pace, his hand rests near the hilt of his blade, ready to draw it from its sheath the moment danger rears its ugly head.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 30, 2004 9:29:33 GMT -5
The blind old man walks serenly ahead of the rest of the group, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.
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Post by Arcaneye on Aug 30, 2004 14:16:58 GMT -5
After walking for a ggood five minutes down the straigh hallway, the come to a bend. There is a slight sound of wind moving. On the ground from around the corner you see (or don't see...whatever) the tilescoming out of the ground partially then resting back down quickly over and over at a steady pace.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 30, 2004 14:27:21 GMT -5
The old man walks to the edge of the tiles and stops all of a sudden. His head begins to rock slowly as he contemplates silently.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Aug 31, 2004 0:01:01 GMT -5
Kyeira takes out a mirror and uses it to peer around the corner to see what it might be...
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Aug 31, 2004 11:56:01 GMT -5
Kashiro's eyes close as he uses his ability to detect evil in order to sense whatever presence may lurk beyond the next corner.
"Prepare yourselves... There may very well be danger lurking around the corner.", he says, hand now firmly grasping the hilt of his sword.
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 2, 2004 1:01:58 GMT -5
Though Kashiro senses a strong presence, it appears very neutral and even somewhat vulnerable to change in alignment.
When Kyeira looks into the mirror. She sees what looks like...a tiny dragon sleeping on a pedastal. A second later, the mirror is ripped from her fingers from the strong pull and then comes back and hits the wall as it is blown back... then the shards go back down the hall then fly back onto the wall, making smaller pieces...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 2, 2004 8:05:30 GMT -5
This is an ancient place with ancient desires muttered the old man, in a clear, piercing voice.
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 10, 2004 11:11:25 GMT -5
(OOC: Exile gets back from her trip tommorrow so once she and Omni post we'll continue)
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Sept 11, 2004 1:44:00 GMT -5
Kyeira looked around the corner at the baby dragon in astonishment. No child of any type could survive by itself. Someone else is around here...
What are you talking about? She asks the old man in confusion.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 11, 2004 2:02:28 GMT -5
The old man's mouth widens into a faint smile.
Simply that, young one. Do not overanalyze.
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Post by OmniWyvernil on Sept 11, 2004 12:45:56 GMT -5
"It's neutral...", the white-haired swordsman says cryptically as he watches the mirror smash against the far wall, "But that does not mean it isn't dangerous."
"The presence on the other side of the corner appeared to be somewhat... wavering in its aura, as if its beliefs had not yet been fully formed. If it is indeed a child that lies around the corner, than this starts to make sense."
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 22, 2004 11:27:52 GMT -5
The wind blowing is constant and steady, almost like that of one's breath.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Oct 5, 2004 23:21:05 GMT -5
Kyeira took a rope put it around her waist and, put the other half of the rope in a knot around a dagger, stabbed it as deep into the wall, and attempted to walk in the hallway.
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