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The Gift

The Gift

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The gods have all died out, and their power is ours for the taking. Who will become the next gods? Only war, holds the answer.

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Introduction

Hm? Now how did you get here, my friend? Who are you? Oh, nevermind. It doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? Just leave this old man to his thoughts...hm? You're still here? Ah, I see! You wish to hear my tale. Hah, many have come to listen to the story of how our land, the beloved Norr, ceased to be. How the earth revolted against us, how the skies bled flame and ash and how the oceans rose up to devour the continent. Now I see that i've caught your attention. Then, I shall begin...

Our tale begins not with the beginning of the world, not with the birth of some great hero, not even with creation. No, this story begins with one of the most ancient concepts of this world; death. But, to properly explain, I must take you even before the beginning, before the end started. To the realm of the Gods.

Now, i'm not one for religion, and really, I don't know much of anything about higher powers...all I know is that they created Norr, it's land, it's oceans, and everything inbetween. You and me, the sky, the trees...oops, didn't mean to rhyme there. Anyway...in the beginning, there were gods. Nobody knows how they got here, except for the dragons maybe, and frankly, nobody cared. The fact was gods were the masters of Norr as well as it's creators. The gods turned barren soil into forests, deep trenches into oceans and so forth. Eventually, they grew bored with the world and decided to fill it with occupants. The gods disagreed, however, on what type of creature should inhabit Norr. Half of them said that an adaptable, cunning beast should inhabit the world, while the other half debated that strong, instinctual beings would be more entertaining to watch. So, not coming to an agreement, the gods simply created both creatures; The cunning Civee, and the feral Primah. One god broke the rules though, and created a beast totally of his own creation that dwarfed both the civee and primah in wits or power. The dragons.

To say the least, it was interesting. The civee quickly spread and created places to live, using stone, wood and other resources for homes as well as cultivating land for a steady source of food. The primah, on the other hand, wandered and hunted, feeding upon the civee, the plants and even one another, never knowing where or when their next meal or last breath may be. The dragons though...damn, they just threw balance out the window. These great engines of fire and fang laid waste to the bastions of the civee, and hunted the hunters of the primah with ease. Within a relatively short span of time, the dragons conquered.

One would think that the dragons would flourish at the expense of their subjects...but it was quite the opposite. Under the wise and powerful dragons, the other two races prospered as well. The daconic overlords split the versatile civee into different castes based on their abilities, and these castes were sent to different locales to do their work. With time, they adapted to suit their work. The stoneworkers were sent to the caves, and became the dwarves. The hunters, trackers and woodcutters were of course sent to the forests, and became the elves. The thinkers, artists and chefs remained in the cities and became the humans and halflings. Dragons grew fond of what they had created, and taught their people the ways of magic and the worship of the gods. These creatures became known collectively as the Civilized.

Unlike their civee brothers, the primah would not be so easily tamed. They actively opposed the dragons in battles, knowing that dying and killing would be preferable to the draconian rule. Although many died, they did manage to slay numerous dragons and evolved because of it. Once more, unlike their counterparts, the primah did not grow based on their roles. Each and every region created their own beasts out of the primah. The minotaur, the lamia, the orcs and the gnolls are all but a piece of what have become of the primah...or, as they called themselves, the Savage.

Well, um...I don't know what to tell you about what happened after the Civilized and the Savage came to be...just that alot happened. Over the course of two millenia came the advancement and refinement of magic, castles, migrations of people and the advents of empires, but the most notable would have been the fall of the dragons. Between the relentless opposition of the Savage, and the Civil rising up against their overlords with the very magic they were taught, the dragons were decimated and scattered. Heh...for a few hundred years, we actually had some peace and quiet. Well, aside from the whole racism thing between Civil and Savage...but that's only to be expected when differences are apparent, eh? Still...I don't think anybody would've guessed what would happen next.

The gods began to die. One by one, for no discernable reason, they went silent. In less than a year, every god died off. Oh yeah, the kicker, what started all of this...the very last words any god ever shared with the world, the very words that ignited the war that would end the world...


"I am the last of the makers. I have come to deliver a message in my final moments. Our divinity is no longer our own, but somebody must take up the mantle of godhood. However, only one people may be granted the gift. To be put simply...the civee. The primah. The dragons. Only one of you can take the power for your own, as the others must perish for it. Goodbye."

And that was it. The gods had spoken. They're all dead, and we get the power as long as we kill off the other two groups. Of course, nobody was going to pass up the chance to be a god! So the descendants of each original race, the primah as the Savage and the civee as the Civil, banded together against the each other in an all out war. It was pretty much the Civil against the Savage, as the dragons were nowhere to be seen. They died out long ago...it was a wonder why the gods even included them in the prophecy.

Well...that's all you need to know beforehand. Now the story begins in earnest...we begin, with the seige of Infidis Castle...


Alright, so if you haven't guessed by now, this is a scifi-fantasy rp that takes place in what is for the most part, a traditional fantasy world. Orcs, elves, dragons and damsels in distress. Well, take those thoughts and shove em where the sun don't shine. This is a war, so there is no humans=good and trolls=bad, no black and white, only shades of gray. All you need to know is this; What shade are you? Do you stand with the Civil for a world of order, or the Savage for an existence of freedom? Or, do you have your own plans on becoming a god? Well, here's your chance. The rp begins in the middle of one of the largest battles of the war, so get ready for some action right off the bat!


Lands:
Imperian- The greatest bastion of the Civil, this country consists of a series of great cities in the center of which lie giant castles. This is the main land of the humans and halflings, although a healthy amount of other Civil races dwell here as well. Outside of the cities near the mountains, orcs and goblins are prevalent.

Terra & Sub-Terra- A mass of great mountain ranges that intersect the lands. These titanic mountains are unique in that they house the kingdoms of both the dwarves and the minotaurs. On the mountaintops and ranges, live the harpies in the nest villages. Inside the first level of the mountains live the dwarves along with a sprinkling of other Civil races, and their forge kingdoms. Just below them within the cave systems live the iron dwarves and the deep humans, who prefer the darkness and pressure of the lower levels. On the lowest levels, within the dark stone labrinths, live the great minotaur along with no small number of nightmarians. The intersecting factions are often at odds.

The Greatwood- Exactly what it sounds like, a country's worth of woodlands of different types. Within the Greatwood are the forests, filled with ancient towering trees, and the swamps, water-logged mires with a canopy of low-lying vine trees. The two main races that reside in this country are the Civil's elves who live in the forests, and the Savage's lamia who live in the swamps. The elves and lamia constantly engage in skirmishes with one another one the lands between forest and swamp, usually due to another arguement erupting over the long standing question of who are the better archers; Lamia, or Elves?

The Jurial Plains- This country is known as the Heartland, the capital of the Savage races. Tribes, camps, settlements of mud and sand, all of it can be found on this wide expanse of golden savanna. The most common race here is the Gnolls, but numerous other Savage races live and hunt within the Heartland. A small amount of halflings live on the borders of the plains.

Umbridge- A warped and dark land that was once a lush and vibrant forest, now a twisted horror-infested jungle. So thick is the canopy of this place that no natural light ever filters down within, leaving the jungle in total darkness. Most of the plant life is sentient, constantly moving and hunting down prey. It is only fitting that the insectoid nightmarians of the Savage call this place home. The dark elves, also have several settlements within the northern reaches of Umbridge.



Civilized Races:
Human- The most abundant race of the Civil, humans rule most of the non-forest surface world. They come in all sizes, colors and personalities, and are versatile in the sense that they can utilize almost any form of combat and magic. Humans have no specific classes they specialize in, but their culture in dealing with the angels and chivalry lead many of them to become knights, priests and paladins. Humans have a lifespan of roughly seventy-five years.
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Deep Humans- Human’s that found their way into the darkest parts of the world, they have white skin; their eyes are a bit larger and tend towards brilliantly colored hues to help them see in the darkest depths of the places they live. Deep human’s tend towards being a bit taller than normal humans and have a lighter bone structure and muscle structure than the average surface human. They tend towards ruthlessness moving in small, but powerful and adaptable communities within the darkness. They specialize in the arcane arts and the art of subtlety; tending to stay near larger cities living in the tunnels that stretch for miles beneath each metropolis. They tend to live to the ripe old age of 125.
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Elf- Elves are delicate, fair and the epitome of grace. They appear similar to humans, although thinner, slightly shorter and have long ears tapered to a fine point. Most elves have autumnal hued or light hair, usually kept long and smooth while their clothing is either colorful and flambouyant, or tight and woodland-colored. They have an uncanny ability for hunting and the usage of bows and arrows, leading them to become rangers, duelists and archers who specialize in the use of shortbows. With their intimacy with nature, elvish druids and tamers are not uncommon. Elves usually live around three-hundred to five-hundred years.
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Dark Elves- Much like their paler skinned cousins Dark elves have a graceful presence to them, they have high cheek bones and a beauty that few within the world can equal except for their surface kin. Dark elves skin is dark shades of ebony ranging from ash gray to deep black, their hair is normally white though can be shades of gray and sometimes though rarely black like their skin. Their eyes normally have multi-colored hues though tend towards blood red, or pale red. Their race tends towards blade wielders and arcanists, using one skill or the other to strike fear in the hearts of those that dare tred over their land or oppose them in battle. They stay in dark regions either in the deepest darkest forests where others dare not tread or in the twisted tunnels beneath cities and mountains. After about 400 years the vitality of the dark elves begins to wane, but exceptional members of this race have been known to live upwards of a millenia.
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Dwarf- Stout and stalwart, the dwarves of the mountains are the iron shield of the Civil. Dwarves are a sturdy people who, although not the tallest folk, easily make up for this shortcoming with a well-muscled physique. Males and females are roughly the same height, around four and a half feet, while men usually have more muscle and a great amount of facial and body hair. Due to their long history as guardians coupled with their powerful builds and dedication to the angels, dwarves make for great knights, paladins, crossbowmen and monks. Given their great wisdom regarding the stone, some dwarves become geomancers and alchemists. On a side note, dwarven people in general dislike the minotaur because they see the great horned beasts as invaders in their mountain home. They live roughly 150 to 250 years.
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Iron Dwarves- Though slightly larger than the average dwarf Iron Dwarves share their kin’s love of stone cutting and metal shaping. Iron Dwarves are the reason the words “Dwarven made” hold considerable weight in this world, they specialize in crafting weaponry and armor. They use metals that most other races can’t even understand how to bend and mine, and they know warfare like it is there very reason for living. They have black to dark tan skin their hair is often times black to red and every shade in between. Their eyes range from blood red, all the way to pale gray. Dwarves tend towards battle oriented tactics and life styles, they love crafting for war, almost as much as they love fighting which leads them to become warlords and knights as well as warlocks. They live on average up to about 300 years old though to die old and decrepit of natural causes is the worst possible dishonor a Iron Dwarf could ever imagine.
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Halfling- The halflings are a diminutive race distantly related to sprites, who stand at a very small height of three feet at their tallest. Halflings appear to be childish humans that have shrunken to about half of their normal size, hence the name. Their eye and hair colors range across every color, common hues being blue, red and green hair. For some reason, even one that the halflings themselves cannot discern, the race as a whole has an uncanny ability to harness arcane power. This leads most halflings to become mages, sorcerers, wizards, witches and warlocks. Due to their small stature and mediocre strength, halflings who opt for melee classes usually train in the ways of the scout, assassin and rogue. Most halflings live about 90 years.
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Savage Races:
Gnoll- The gnolls are a breed of tall, well-muscled humanoids with the head of a canine and furred bodies. Gnolls generally appear to be hyena or wolf men, standing at roughly seven and a half feet in height. Females are usually more sleek and delicate than the males, who have thick arms and legs. Almost every gnoll adorns themselves with tattoos that are burned into their coats and bone jewelery. This race prides itself on it's physical abilities and it's dedication to a successful hunter-gatherer society. Their preferred occupations are any melee classes and trackers. Gnolls live around sixty years on average.
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Harpy- Are a feral species that combine the predatory aspects of birds of prey with humanoids. They tend to be tall, light boned creatures with large bird wings protruding from their backs. Their faces are narrow and elf like though they have sharp fangs instead of teeth like one would imagine an elf having. Their legs are bird like and bent backwards, their feet tipped with black talons as are their hands. Harpies tend to live in small flocks, though are prone to kill one another when food grows scarce or the flock gets too large. They normally rely on brute force though they also are very good archers, assassins and have an uncanny ability for the voice-based bardic magic. Harpy males are rarely hatched, and because of this females often hunt for viable mates to enslave and then eat once their purpose is finished. Harpies can live to 250 years old though due to their aggressive social structure and combinative nature it is rare for them to live much past 30 years old.
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Minotaur- These behemoths are characterized by an appearance of a large, humanoid bull. Minotaur are very large in height and muscle, even the women, although they're much more feminine. They usually stand at a height of ten feet, with the males being much more heavily built than the females. Most minotaur braid their hair or let it hang in wild bangs, usually with some kind of beads or charms woven in. They're easily the most powerful race physically, making for excellent warriors and berserkers of any kind. They show little aptitude for any magic beyond druidism though, and arcane practices are frowned upon in their society. The minotaur have a deep seated hatred for the iron dwarves due to their encroachment on the minotaur subterranean mazes. Minotaur live about a century.
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Lamia- The lamia are a race of humanoids with the lower body of a large snake, and the upper body of a particularly attractive human. Lamia of royal blood have bone-like protrusions growing from their head and spine. They have strength comparable to that of minotaur despite their delicate countenence, and prefer the use of longbows for the strength required to wield them. The lamia serve as spiritual advisors to the Savage, due to their close relationships with primal spirits which lead many lamia to become shamans and druids as well as sorcerers. Their lifespans are roughly two to three centuries on average.
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Orc- Orcs are unique in the fact that they are the only Savage race that draws upon the powers of the angels. They are usually a bit taller than humans with green or brown tinted skin, toned muscle and most orcs have two pronounced teeth from their lower jaw. Females are smaller than males and more svelt, while both male and female orcs prefer to wear either heavy armor or almost no clothing at all. Due to their affinity for divine sources of power and athletic physique, orcish people usually become fighters of some kind, healers and clerics, and shamans.
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Goblin- Goblins are a race of diminutive, curious imp-like creatures with an uncanny knack for problem solving. They are generally under three feet tall, with green, yellow or orange skin, dull colored hair and sharp teeth. Young goblins have tails, while older goblins have more pronounded profiles. All goblins are fairly social creatures, if short-tempered. They make for excellent rogues and scouts, and have a good amount of magical ability leading some to become alchemists and mages. Most goblins have an affinity for treasure hunting no matter their class, and can't resist a good shiny object. Goblin's lifespans range from fifty to two-hundred years.
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Nightmarian- Created by the rapid evolution of magic-exposed insectoids, these beast men resemble humanoids with insectile features. Females are built a bit larger than males while both have sharp teeth and skin thick as chitin. They don’t use their eyes as much as they use a unique vibration sensitive ability known as tremor-sense and a refined sense of smell. They normally have dark skin as well as hair while their eyes tend to be black and pupil-less. Each individual nightmarian can live up to 30 years, while some of the more advanced species of the race can live up to 200 years. Melee users tend towards swarm like maneuvers leading them to become hunters and soldiers, relying on their long claws and sharp teeth for attacks. They do use weaponry when needed though for the most part the weapons come from the bodies they reap and the slaves they take. For some reason, the race as a whole excels in the use of arcane magic instead of primal abilities, so it isn't uncommon for nightmarians to become mages of some kind.
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The Akaldai Pass

The Akaldai Pass by RolePlayGateway

A great passage canyon.

Savage Encampment, Gaol

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The Savage army base.

Civil Encampment, Justice

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The Civil base camp.

Norr

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This is the world in general, so don't post here.

Imperian

Imperian by RolePlayGateway

Great fortresses of stone and mortar rise up among grasslands in the Civil dominated country.

Gia

Gia by RolePlayGateway

A very large city built to be a safe haven for all.

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Thunder and lightning raged against wind and howling gale, a symphony of storm completed by the constant thrumm of rain upon the world. Monk clashed with wind fighter within the tempest borne of their fury. The gnoll cackled in a half-crazed bark as the putrid black gore gushed from his back despite the fact that it's smell alone nearly made sent sensitive gnoll double over wretching. Wind whipped the robe into the air and sent droplets of water flying from Ferana's fur as the gale bringer summoned the greatest power he had to offer. It was exhilirating to see such strength in a mortal, and even moreso in one not blessed by the dragons. She howled and decided that this was no longer the time to hold back either. Lightning pierced the skies and struck her body, one after another in a concentrated barrage. Each charged her fur, sending arcs of electricity racing across her body and limning Ferana's form in white-hot energy. By the end of it, which had only last a second or two, the gnoll Child's body crackled and hissed against the rain, electricity dancing across the entirety of her being.

The pair rushed one another with their own aspects of nature flaring and roaring within the storm. As soon as Fong slid Ferana mirrored the move and skidded across the slick stones in a counter-clockwise movement. The gnoll's clawed grasp caught Fong's foot halfway through the man's kick and raised him into the air with the intent to slam the fool onto the pavement. Fong lashed out with a brutal kick to the head with his free leg however, and a sickening pop pierced the air as the gnoll's now distended jaw hung limply from her mouth with several teeth missing. During that brief moment of contact the lightning licked and burned through the vortex to burn his skin. It mattered little, now that he was free of Ferana's grasp. The Gale Bringer followed up the attack with a heel drop that contained enough force to shatter four of the gnoll's ribs and bring her to her knees. With one last flash of movement he was behind her with his foot planted between her shoulderblades, both of her arms in his grip. With one sharp yank and a vicious twist both limbs tore right out of their sockets, skin, sinew and bone all, and the cold-eyed general tossed the gnoll's severed arms off of the tower top. Before Ferana could even begin to cry out in pain Fong had his hand around her throat in an iron vicegrip.

His winds were gone now, as were her currents, although the woman's electricity still scorched his flesh where he touched her. Between the tumor, the lightning and the losing battle to keep his organs running, it was a miracle that the man was standing...the agony seemed a distant thing though, as he looked down upon this pathetic creature. Ferana stared up at the man who would end her, eyes wide and pleading. Choked sobs escaped her throat...she would've cried, had her lower jaw not been hanging from her mouth by a few bloody scraps of skin. Had the gnoll's left set of ribs not been reduced to dust. A bright flash of lightning flashed, blinding all for a moment. In that brief second, Ferana and Fong shared the same thought.

At least I won't have to watch now.

By the time the spots cleared from his vision the deed was done. Bit's of skull and bloody fur still stuck to his hand, but Fong did not look at the corpse. He looked to the sky...into the maw of a gargantuan dragon. Heliothris had used the cover of the storm to sneak up the tower, and with his dulled senses, the man had never seen it coming. For an eternity it seemed, he stared up into the darkness of the dragon's gaping jaws. A mere second had passed, and in that moment he found clerity.

"... I will finally receive justice for my sins." the Storm Lord's maw closed around the entire top of the tower, crushing stone, bone and flesh in a split second. And thus, was the end of Fong Liu-Wen.


The search was becoming incresingly frustrating. Gillian had expected his prey to be somewhere in the masses of battle-logged streets leading a group of rallied defenders, but found only minor figureheads and leaders among them. No Fong. The metallic dragon growled in anger and was about to turn away to more fruitful places when yet another skirmish caught his eye. A lone dark elf was going toe to toe against a small squad of the Children. He was bleeding from several wounds, the most gruesome of which was a crushed hand. Two of the five Children lay dead, one unmoving, one still engaged with the man and yet another just...watching? A peculiar sight indeed. At this point though, Gillian spotted another dark elf that was enveloped in the golden powers of the the higher planes. Merely the sight of such energy made him quiver in disgust. "Those are your keepers...the Avarans, if I am not mistaken..." the dracolich loosed a roar and exuded his necrotic power unto Miralight. Such a force would cram her soul back into it's mortal coil, quite painfully at that. "Keep that to yourself if you will. I have some elves to roast..."

With another roar of elation, Gillian's wings dipped to the side and his great bulk shifted in the rain. His form skimmed through the sky above the marketplace, rapidly picking up speed as the descent towards Belsius quickened. The undead dragon took a deep breath, the metal plating along his carapace glowing red with heat. Goodbye, darklings... There was a flash of light on the ground below and a wave of golden radiance washed over his form. Without warning the glowing ceased, the light within Gillian's eyes winking out instantly. Not even a cry of defiance accompanied the beast's fall. Metal plates flew off, bones and dust falling apart from the main body as the lifeless dragon fell back to the earth. Underneathe Miralight the body she'd constructed deteriorated into rust and grave dust before her very eyes. The remnants of Gillian's body crashed into the center of the market square in a heap of dust, metal and bone. Miralight landed in a pile of bone dust near the middle of the mass.

Damn...what...just happened? he pushed past the sheet of metal over his head and shivered as the first drops of rain splashed onto his pallid skin. Rain? he looked left, then right, and he gasped upon seeing a miniscule form in a soggy mound of gravedust. Mira? Miralight! his voice refused to come at first, but after a few tries and a raspy croak he managed to force out her name. The man patted the halflings cheek tentatively, and then a bit more forcefully to rouse her. "Miralight...? Did you get taller?" Nhil said, staring down at the little woman. It didn't really occur to him to think about why he was naked.


Belsius looked on in disbelief at the great metal dragon head that had skidded to a halt several feet from his position. It worked? He called out behind him, turning to regard his brother. "Melianth! It worked, by the heavens it...worked...?" he turned in time to see a prone Melianth sliding off of the blade of a Child. The picture didn't make sense until the younger brother hit the ground with a splash of water, and blood began pooling within the puddle around his corpse. Corpse...before he realized it his feet were carrying him somewhere. The world went read for what felt like only a few seconds, and then he could see again. Belsius was on his knees cradling the head of his brother in his arms. The human Child lay mutilated several feet away. A choked sob came unbidden...and then tears. In all the years they had fought together, Belsius had never really considered death to be a factor. It was always win and celebrate, or lose and run...such a fate...Belsius cried and held Melianth close, holding on as the last echoes of warmth faded from his body. All the while, the black haired lamia watched. A single tear rolled down his cheek before he disappeared in a wisp of fire.

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Cold rain drops fell and the wind shifted, sweeping them from a different angle and past the great Roc that sheltered the form below it. Illessya was waking up and a quivering hand raised to her face, fingers brushing against her skin though it all seemed smooth and untouched by flames of any kind. She sat up slowly, making sure that nothing was stressed in in pain, her body feeling the damp earth and grass beneath her as the rain fell, golden eyes sweeping around to get a picture of where she was. Her head tilting up slightly to gaze at the great form shielding her from the rain, before he head turned in the direction where Gia burned. She didn't have to look to hard to understand that that minotaur girl had changed form to take her out of harm's way, though it might have almost left her mind stranded from her body in the process. Fortunately it wasn't, though she shivered as she felt the power of the one that disrupted her ability close by.

An almost primal fear took hold of her and she drew back against the Roc for a moment, hands hugging about herself before mind to calm it all down. Gazing back she thought of her Orcs and those that were drawn to her and how she left them under the headsman's axe. However bad it seemed, though, Orcs didn't go down without a fight. Slowly getting to her feet, using the Roc beside her to do so, she stood uncertainly and gazed back before noticing the other shifting for her, bending to the side and low, as if to offer her a seat on it. She examined it for a moment then back at the city, her eyes focusing in for a moment, that was right.... Orcs didn't go down without a fight!

She looked over and nodded, her hand sliding around to hold the other side as she pulled herself onto the winged bird, her legs bent and hugging close to the body, out of the way of the wings.She felt the presence of the angelic magic within her and focused slightly on that as the spell she needed did need some form of preparation for it and she vaguely was aware of her bending closer to the Roc's head to speak low, "Lets show them how we fight..."


Visar flew with his group until they hovered close to the Southern Gate, eyes sweeping for any sign of Illessya, though mostly they were trying to pick out those white indication of children. It didn't take a genius or a vision seeing Orc to understand when storm and fire appear, so do the Children. They beat their wings to the push and pull of the winds, raining arrows down as they could. Many only hit the cloaks, though some were lucky to hit an arm or a shoulder, maybe even a leg. At least one struck strait through the head of one of those Children. On his tenth arrow, Visar took aim for an exposed white cloak on top of some tower, just as another figure began to appear. His taloned fingers drawing back the string slowly, trying not to put too much pressure on the weapon when the arrow seemed to slip.

His eye darted to the string just as the string began to give way and snap right where the arrow was. His eye snapping shut as he turned his head, and the string lashed out and struck his face. HIS shooting arm had relaxed as best he could though it still elbowed back rather quickly, the loose arrow falling from his grasp to the world below. With a shriek he cast the useless weapon aside and let the wind carry it. "These bows are at their limit! Draw back!" The others around them ditched their arrows and bows as well and turned to fly to the reaches of the forest outside. After all, there was a dragon here....

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The idea of going through a high power blending device and then reconstituted on the other side was far better than actually going through it. By the time Mira was pushed back into her body they were already descending her mind reeled from the forceful push Gillian had given her. Then there was the fact that she felt like they were falling… her eyes opened to see the ground coming at them fast, she screamed and hugged the long spine before her closing her eyes tightly as her hair whipped about her shoulders and face. Then warm energy boiled through her; at first she thought it was dragon fire, that she was being incinerated, and then she knew that was the case as the metal against her disintegrated. Burning alive didn’t hurt like she expected it to, all she could figure was the heat burned off her skin and nerves before she could understand the pain of it.

She was sure she was dead as her body spun in the air from the concussive force of Bel’s magic, then when she hit the ground all sense of up and down, life and death was dashed from her mind in the powerful jolt. She heard a voice she had not heard in years, she felt hands slid about her face pushing the dust and hair from her features. Taking a deep breath she groaned, being dead hurt far more then she expected it to. She felt healthier and more alive than she had in so very long, though her lungs burned and her eyes did as well. Death really shouldn’t have been this uncomfortable, though as she blinked and open her eyes clearing the dust from her vision she saw a face that confirmed her death. Nhil.. Nhil was with her, so she was dead and Gillian was too. They were all free of the pain of the world, though she was disappointed that she had left so much undone.

She smiled and extended her hand realizing he had mentioned that she was taller. Her hand was covered with rust and white dust as she caressed his warm face, ”I guess Halflings get taller when they die.” she smiled and closed her eyes grunting and then stretching letting her body adjust to being dead. Though her body was gone.. why did it hurt? Cries of agony from a familiar voice caused her to shift uncomfortably; if she was dead Bel wouldn’t be screaming like that. She was too lost to think of why Bel was crying out, she was dead.. what could she do for Bel now anyway? She curled against Nhil and closed her eyes tightly her body warm against his nude form. ”So now where do we go?.. You’ve been dead longer than me.” she smiled and nuzzled his neck, she got to be with her Nhil.. and nothing else mattered.. she did feel bad for those she left behind.. really.. but they would be with her soon enough… right?

”I’m so glad to be dead and with you.. really!.. I can’t believe they killed Gillian though.. I wish I had more time to fix that weakness to dragon fire..guess it doesn’t matter now right?!” she pulled her lips from his neck and pulled his lips to hers kissing him lightly then nuzzling against his chest yet again. Her eyes opened as she surveyed the world around them. Her eyes locked on the burning buildings, the blood, the carnage, then they locked on Bel cradling his brother’s head in his lap. Her deep brown eyes went wide, she didn’t want to see this.. why was she still here to see this.. her eyes slid to the dust coating Nhil’s nude pale shoulder.. dust?.. energy couldn’t carry dust… they were alive.. he was alive.. then that meant. ”Mel….” she whispered as she snuggled into Nhil’s body more tears starting to form in her eyes. She reached out to the world around her trying to find Mel.. maybe his soul lingered? Maybe it wasn’t far away? She couldn’t find him.. not even a trace of him. She shivered and nuzzled her face against Nhil’s body. ”Nhil… let’s get out of the city.. let’s get everyone we can out.. ok?” If they could kill off every child on the way out great, but there was no reason for them to risk loosing Bel too. She then took Nhil’s face in her hands and kissed him as she had wanted to for over 3 years now, she kissed him with a passion that left her breathless and then pulled away before smiling slightly, ”I missed you.. let’s get Bel and his brother’s body out of here.. ok?” She kissed his forehead then pulled from his arms bounding gracefully over the wreckage to Bel’s side she wrapped her arms about him as the book and pen slid from the folds of her robe and began writing furiously.

”Mistress.. the Dragon will be upon us soon.. we must go.” A disembodied male voice announced as Mira nodded, then whispered in Bel’s ear.

”Bel.. grab him and go.. let’s go.. we can’t do more here.. let’s get you to safety.” She ran her fingers through his hair before pulling back and looking at him wide eyed. ”We need you Bel.. please.. “ she smiled and ran a hand down his cheek, she looked like she was all there.. he wouldn’t have realized just how distant her eyes had been the entire time he knew her, but for some reason she seemed more alive and more at ease then she ever had before.





Dani waited till the orc woman was secure before she pushed off the ground and took to the air. She glided up into the clouds to hide her form as her head tilted to listen to the woman speak. If she had lips Dani would have grinned, indeed they would understand the power of the savage races. The dragon cultists had caused too much suffering among the natural world, it was time they bled for all the blood they boiled, first.. first she needed to find Talik. She pulled her wings close diving rather steeply through the clouds, though not as steep as she would have done if it wasn’t for the extra weight on her back. Dani’s feathers were like the finest silk against Illessya’s form, though the quills that held the feathers were like steel. Just before she reached the ground she opened her wings and they pulled up circling low around the outer edge of the city, she was sure the dragon would be looking inside the city, and as her huge form hugged the walls she hoped the creature wouldn’t see her past the solid pillar like towers that Fong had put to use along the walls.

She was disturbed to not see Talik outside the city, she pulled up and flew along the walls, a wearer of white fighting an gnoll on one of the walls caught her attention and she angled herself over grabbing the Child by the head and shaking the human’s body like a rag doll breaking his neck then dropping him to a burning building nearby. Fire irrupted from the streets below her but it was too slow to catch her as she angled lower nearing the edges of the market place. Her blood ran cold as she saw the bodies of her companion’s worgs broken and bloodied. Not far from them was the twisted and blood soaked body of Talik. Her voice called out in a high pitched shriek as she circled his body, a rather bulkily armoured man stood over the carnage his form drenched in Talik’s scent. He was dressed like a dragon, yet he reeked of a Deep human, no matter what he was, she was going to tare him into little bitty pieces for killing her mate. She dove towards the man intending to grab him by the head in the same manner she had the human Dragon cultist. Though she would not snap his neck.. no.. instead she would drag him across every building she could find from this wall to the next.. he would be spread in little tiny smashed pieces and what was left she would eat.

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"Eh? Dead? Why would you think we we're..." the notion was lost mid-thought, as his world seemed to focus around Mira pressing against his chest. Despite the biting chill of the rain, she brought warmth flowing into his body. It began to dawn on Nhil...where were they? Why was he here? The deep human didn't remember anything beyond a few hours before his death, and this world felt unnatural, unfamiliar. Grabbing Miralight by the shoulders he pushed her back somewhat and stared intensely. "What do you mean Gillian's dead? He is an undead animus, and what dragon? They've been dead for centuries...Why do you keep saying that you are dead? I can feel you, I can feel your little heart thumping in your chest and-" his rambling was cut off by a kiss. Now this, was something unexpected. In fact, he was too surprised to enjoy the sensation before the halfling pulled away. Nhil tried to form a response but his voice refused to come. Instead, the young deep human patted her on the head and arose to follow wherever she led. Who was this 'Bell' person she spoke of though? As they stopped by a pair of dark elves, one wailing and one dying, he got his answer. Sort of.

Dragons? A city in ruin? Just how long was I asleep? his brow furrowed in confusion. Was there some kind of emergency relocation in the camp that I somehow slept through? No...I must have been knocked out... several men and women garbed in sodden white robes appeared on the opposite end of the square, catching his attention. Even from this distance and in the obscuring rain it was easy to identify one of the people as a minotaur. That was all nhil needed. "Mira...you should take...Bell, somewhere safe. These savages are mine." ripping the robes from a nearby corpse, he donned the attire of one of the Children. Without further comment the necromancer pulled up his hood and began walking towards the newcomers.

All nine Children hailed him and regarded him curiously with drawn blades. Finger outstretched in a claw-like gesture, Nhil hissed the command word for the Finger of Death spell. Nothing. Not even a fizzle. Must be rusty, he thought, shaking his arms. Only thirty feet seperated himself and the group. His hands flowed through the series of gestures perfectly for a bone spike spell, and still nothing. Twenty-five feet. Panic began to take root in the pit of his stomach. Barking out a word of power, Nhil raised both hands to the sky in the ritual to animate all nearby corpses into his personal warriors...nothing. "What the...?" the enemy must have realized the man's intent, as the trio of halflings as well as an elf all drew back their bows. "You, children of the Civee. Why do you ally yourselves with-" the group's response came abruptly when an arrow whizzed past Nhil's head. After the initial shock, he narrowed his eyes in anger. Without conscious thought he expelled a vast portion of his mana to animate the corpses again, with...interesting results. The Children collectively gasped, staring wide eyed at the spectacle before them. All around the square, on the ground and in the sky, all across the city even, phantasmal forms appeared out of thin air. Incorporeal men and woman of each and every race floated in silence amongst the city, casting an unearthly blue glow and chilling the air. Frost crept over the rain-slicked ground as the spectres looked on in silence.

"Well...that's new." instinctively, Nhil knew that they were under his command. Each spirit within the city was linked to his soul and awaiting his instruction. "Hm...attack?" with a faint popping sound, each and every spirit across the city condensed into a fist sized sphere of blue fire. Wisps... he thought in fascination. Wisps were manifestations of spirits still close to the earthly world, usually only appearing when someone permitted them to cross the worlds, when someone thinned the veil. "Am I...?" The Children must have recovered from their initial shock as all four archers fired in unison, their shots streaking through the rain for his chest. Instinctively he rasied his arms in defense, and with that movement a wave of azure flames crested upwards to reduce the arrows to ash. Nhil's eyes widened in understanding. Raising his hand, another torrent of spirit fire washed over the Children. By the time the pale fires died down, nothing but black streaks remained of the enemy. He turned to regard Miralight and her dark elf companion. "Well. That was interesting." he said in a monotone voice. Looking up towards the storm-wrought skies, he asked half-jokingly; "So Mira, where's your dragon-"

A heavy gust of air sent the deep human stumbling forward. Staring up at the cause of the disturbance, it took an act of will to keep from quaking in fear. A dragon. The scaled behemoth twisted in the air, turning to chase some unseen prey. Gods...


Belsius slumped over his brother, his voice raw and burning. The rain pattering against his clothing and the harsh stones grinding into his knees were felt only distantly, as the dark elf looked down upon his younger brother. So still...so wrong. It was the first moment he had ever seen Melianth not smiling, or making some quirky comment...that was the boy he'd known since the brothers first met. To see him like this just felt so unreal. Bel's eyes flickered up to take notice of Miralight only briefly, her words a muffled call to his ears. The darkling gave a nearly imperceptable nod and arose with Melianth cradled in his arms. Even with the difference in size, it seemed that Belsius could carry the corpse without difficulty. He then stared at Mira with blank eyes, following the halfling wherever she went. She had a better grasp on things at the moment.


All around Gia minor skirmishes were beginning to die down...and the larger battle were being engaged. Several portions of the city had fallen under the cult's control, whiel a nearly equal amount was still under Paragon ownership. Even without the direction of Ferana to guide them the Children's spirits were sent to soaring heights at the arrival of their lord. The appearance of ghosts a few minutes ago was disconcerting to both sides, but eventually brushed off as a phenomenon brought on by the enemy. Large scale-urban battles raged on in the open areas of Gia, and Heliotheris was going to turn the tide in just a little bit. A flash of brown against the gray skies stood out though, causing the dragon's eyes to narrow in interest. Upon sharpnening his vision the Storm Lord recognized the beast as some sort of avian creature. A snack... he thought, wheeling about to dive for Obadani. Heliotheris unleashed a great bolt of lightning at the druid, a warning...or maybe just lightly toasting his food. Either way, the dragon pounded his wings and roared, snapping at her with jaws large enough to crush an entire wing in their grip.

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Illessya's hair on the back of her neck prickled as she hugged close to Dani's form. A looming presence pressured deeply on the back of her mind and her head turned around quickly to gaze at the massive charging figure of the dragon. Her eyes widened out of primal fear as she pulled herself tighter, arms squeezing tightly as her voice seemed to shriek out loud before her lips parted. "Dragon!" The massive charge of lightning ripped across their backs, and she could feel a stinging prickle rip across its length as her vision swirled for a moment before recovering, her right arm lifting up as she forced out the spell she had been preparing. Golden light stabbed down across the massive face of the beast as it would rapidly grow brighter and stab down at the scales and eyes of the thing. On any normal being it would render it blind and burn its life from it, though on a dragon.... This was a first for her Divine Wrath... If anything, it would hopefully daze the beast so they could escape.


Dracon stood and watched the majesty of the Dragon in the air as it send bolts of lightning upon the hapless city and even crushed the tallest tower, causing waves of death to roll down on all mortals below. Crimson eyes scanning the sky as occasional raindrops fell through the eye holes, the majority running across the metal, yet seeming unable to remove the dried blood color the armor had. In the silence of the Symphony the percussion of the rain rattled restlessly as he waited, feet sinking slightly in the mud increasing at his feat as he waled a few feet to his right. As he waited A new melody rattled in his mind as faint wing beats could be heard in the silence of the Western Gate. Head craning up, his eyes caught sight of a great Roc, with some kind of rider on its back. His hands slowly drawing out his Mantis by the chain once more and spinning them in circles, waiting for them to drop close enough for him to strike.

Dracon rolled to the left faster than the Roc might have anticipated, crouching low as the right Mantis was flung off the enchanted blade intending to wrap around the extended leg as he wrapped his arm around the chain once before pulling tight, using the tension and momentum as he was dragged for the line to go tight and jerk the Roc's flight path into a building.

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”Oh!.. thank you.. though.. I think your effort was wasted a bit... Sorry.. but this place is going to burn very soon.. and I’m going to be leaving.. You will be hidden some place safe before I go don’t worry.. now stand back.. and don’t interrupt. .please.. but don’t go far ok?”

Slightly disappointed by her response, he signed outwardly. Nothing like suffering raging infernos for rope dolls only to be told their not as essential as he thought they were. Still he wasn’t going to abandon the two handmaids he took such great pains to secure from destruction. That would defiantly make most his previous actions wasted. There was one more very precise thing he obtained during his time within the doomed inn that he was confident she would be delighted to have back; her soul piece.

“These dolls aren’t the only things I saved. Within me I…. Whoa!”

Miralight dramatically pulled off the tarp concealing her work reveling a beautiful and terrifying construct crafted in the image of a dragon. Love and dedication was blatantly obvious major factors in it’s creation as he observed it’s creator continue to work on it with unmatched ambition. He was familiar with such ambition as it was the same that fueled his own endeavors.

”Hey!.. young guy!.. See that amulet on my work bench.. the one with the tiger eye stone?.. put it on.. and then go to that door over there. It will teleport you to me.. be careful with it though.. it’s very powerful.. if it gets exposed to dragon fire.. or anything that might damage it, it could explode. Lock yourself in there.. it’s going to get messy soon.”

“Ah…. Thank you.” Magnum replied finally freed from the mesmerizing presence of the artificial dragon.

Questions bubbled and turned inside his head demanding release. It took massive amounts of willpower to seduce them for he understood now wasn’t the most appropriate time to ask them. Survival came first. He reached out to snatch the amulet from off the workbench before instinctively drawing his hand back. Remembering his past experience with magical objects, he absorbed the powerful enchantment from the amulet as a precaution . It would be a waste if he accidentally dispersed the teleportation enchantment while carrying it on his person and although the amulet was rendered useless, Magnum still took it into his possession out of politeness.

Securing the amulet on his neck he obediently entered the small room beyond the thick steel doors. Sitting in the dark waiting for the mess outside to settle itself realization hits him; he forgot to transfer the halfling’s soul piece to her. That was one of the main reasons he risked his life! How could he be so incompetent?

Patiently he waited within the dark cramped room listening to the dulled screams of metal and stone outside. Even after the horrible sounds died down he still waited an extra five minutes just to be safe. Feeling satisfied that it was indeed safe, he opened the door as far as he could and squeezed his way out. Ruin gave him an unsurprising hello. Rain poured down from the gaping hole above causing the flames chewing the wreckage to hiss in irritation for disturbing it while it ate. The workbench where he received the amulet now only existed in memory replaced with a unidentifiable mass of burning rubble. In fact most of the room was covered in burning unidentifiable mass (BUM) leaving the only somewhat recognizable object the tarp used to cover Miralight’s masterpiece.

Dismissing the notation of escape by trying to climb out of the hole, he walked back through the thankfully intact passage to the main area of the cellar. He could just use the teleportation spell to easily wisp his way out, however he really didn’t want to use it just yet. Magnum is very stingy when came to using spells. He much rather try to solve problems with mundane solutions if possible considering how limited he was in spells. The number of spells he’ll have available for use is entirely dependent on whatever he has been lucky enough to absorb. Worse depending on the nature of the spell he can’t reabsorb it for future use once expelled. This particular teleportation spell happens to unfortunately belong in the one-time use category giving him more reason to stubbornly horde the spell for a more appropriate time. Besides there was also the chance of accidentally nullifying her artificial dragon if he teleports to her and plummeting them both to the ground. That would be unpleasant.

The fresh scent of underground fragrance punished his nose. A bit of searching the web encrusted cellar allowed him to find this delightful place. If he had the chance he would have preferred to take a more direct route to the surface. Unfortunately the stairs leading upward has been replaced with a BUM along with probably everything else on the surface. He hated catacombs. Catacombs reminded him of zombies. Zombies reminded him of Liches. Liches reminded him of the horrific adventure he had not long enough ago. Quickly sniffing the life out of his resurfacing memories he continued through the eerily silent catacombs.

Sunlight! Bright glorious sunlight greeted him as he made his way out of the catacombs. This was immediately spoiled by the appearance of a mighty dragon hovering above the city promising death. Its presence did answer why the sudden Children of the Flame attack while creating other questions. Why was a dragon attacking now after all this time since the Day of Ashes? The dragons must know something that the other races don’t. If they really wanted to commit genocide of the Civil and Savage races than they would have already tried to do so long ago. In fact why even have so called inferior races service under you if you can wipe out whole armies and install fear into the hearts of all who appose you? Perhaps we are being made into an example for others?

Banishing these questions for right now, Magnum began to focus on the more pressing problems at hand. He felt he needed to help this city with its current struggle. Just jumping into the fray would be a waste of his talents and would make barley make a ripple in this battle. He needed to accomplish something that will reach beyond just this one struggle. He has to slain the dragon. This was a very daunting task, but not as impossible as many people would like you to believe. Trying to battle the dragon in direct combat would be unnecessarily suicidal as that is were they reign supreme. He has only two spells in his possession that may cause harm to the great beast however he is not certain it would be enough to end him. That is of course assuming they actually find their target. One of them requires him to not only be uncomfortably close to the wyvern, but the time it’ll take to adversely affect him will be long enough for himself to be slain making his effort in vain. The other could be easily dodged thanks to the dragon’s flight and agility. Perhaps he could devise a way to eliminate the dragon’s main advantages that allowed him to dominate the battlefield? But how?

Magnum began to ruffle though his golden hair, his face scrunched up in thought. He stared intensely at the distinct flying wyvern raging destruction with his ever breath as if he expected it announce all of it’s vulnerabilities to him. After a few minutes his eyes grew bored of the dragon and began to wander about searching for other interesting things to observe. They soon landed on one of the handmaids that has accompanied him for quite some time. A bright smile materialized upon his face as a most brilliant plan took form in his mind. It relied on a slight manipulation of a certain spell that if it behaves like he theorized he should be able to incapacitate the mighty dragon. There was one major snag in his brilliant plan; Getting near the dragon without being incinerated or mauled. Most would say this was a foolhardy suicidal task. They would be right. However he believed it will succeed and that’s all that should matter.

Surprisingly there was still a small crowd of survivors standing out in the field watching their formal lives burn to the ground. Among them was the nightmarian spider he saw expertly fending off a group of cultists in the cellar. She would make an excellent companion on his trip back into the city if she was willing to tread back into that nightmare on the request of a total stranger. Well it never hurts to ask.

“Excuse me Mrs. may I have a word with you? Your skill and grace in battle has intrigued me. Never in my existence have I seen a more beautiful performance from anyone. Would you mind accompanying me back into the city? I will of course try to grant any reasonable wish you desire for your services.”

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The fires lighting up in the city are something not even Fong's architecture could withstand. She watched as the Children continued the rampage, dominating most of the city with numbers and unnatural strength. Mercy would have loved to join in and give them a time-out, but the refugee's protection was something Fong had charged her with, and personally something she'd prefer to see through- pay or no pay. So far, there had been little to no disturbance outside of the city, save for one or two Children she would dispatch easily. Despite her armor's apparent weakness to dragonfire, she could avoid it or block it easily with her momentum weapons. She cursed. Of all things to be weak against- it's Dragonfire. Nightmarians have been given a run for their money because of this.

The raging winds near the top of the tower had a sound of their own- a looping, piercing, whipping music that played a menacing tune. When it died down, the reigning dragon that flew overhead chomped down on the top. A bad premonition overtook her, but now wasn't the time to deal with the wolves of the mind. Suddenly, she heard a voice directed at her.

“Excuse me Mrs. may I have a word with you? Your skill and grace in battle has intrigued me. Never in my existence have I seen a more beautiful performance from anyone. Would you mind accompanying me back into the city? I will of course try to grant any reasonable wish you desire for your services.”

Mercy turned to regard the young man, her luminous red eyes observing him suspiciously.

Well... she always had been a sucker for compliments.

"Maybe I could give you a more private performance later at night." She purred back, leaning in so their faces were only centimeters away. She paused observing his reaction intently and giggled.

"Alright. I think we can work something out if you can't stand my expenses. I am a mercenary, you know." She looked back at the refugees, the ones she protected from marauding Children. They thanked her fervently, declaring they'd be off to lay low somewhere. She fanned out her hair, smiling. "It's nothing." She replied, reaching for the belt and taking out the lethal mourning star. Holding the handle in one hand and the nightmarish spiked ball on the other, she nodded once at Magnum. "I'll take your lead, dear." She said tantalizingly.

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Mira had started to guide Bel away from the battle, her eyes dodged over the rubble, the burning buildings, and the storm swept skies. Though she kept glancing back over her shoulder at Nhil, one because he was nude and getting a glimpse of his backside wasn’t a bad thing, two because he seemed to be having issues with his magic. She only smiled at his comments and questions as she quickly trotted down the road bounding over stones and bodies alike, for every one step that Bel made she had to make two so her bounding and quick movements were mostly to keep up with the march of the Dark Elf she guided through the streets. A rather tall human Dragon cultist nearly cut her in two as his long sword sliced through the air causing her to stop suddenly peering down at the blade that now was pressed against the front of her boot. The man had been waiting behind the side of the building for them to pass, he had expected the Dark elf to take the lead, however much to his surprise the Halfling had instead.

Her eyes were wide as they turned up to the towering figure, truly the man was only a bit taller than Bel, but! That meant he was easily a giant to Mira’s eyes. She smiled at him as he pulled forward his palm and unleashed a torrent of red flames right for her face. With a quick movement she ducked and rolled between the man’s legs before pulling a small knife out of her robes and slicing the hamstring of his right leg. The man wobbled on his feet his right leg going limp; pain sliced through him causing a snarl of rage to pass his lips. The flames had easily missed Bel pointing more off to the side as the small Halfling girl pushed her palms to the back of the man’s good knee and shoved. The cultist tumbled forward his now disabled leg curling towards his chest as he fell to his side and aimed another blast of flame at her again. Mira giggled as she flatted herself on the ground putting her hands to the back of her head. The building she was next to creaked the flames dissolving the front corner supports that held its massive brick wall aloft. Mira’s eyes dodged up as the building began to tumble forward on the group of them.

She bounced to her feet and ran full force towards the weary and shaken Bel, her hand grabbing his pant leg as she tugged him from the path of the falling bricks and burning timbers. The roar of the building covered the cultists screams as dust and stones rolled over the human’s form burring him beneath the buildings immense weight. Mira was wrapped around Bel’s leg blinking at the pile of burning bricks that was once the cultist, her arms clung to his form like a small child’s might as the book floated about them and the disembodied male voice sounded.

”Mmmhmm.. comic relief.. I’m certain of it.”

Mira looked up at the book and pen and scowled sticking her tongue out at it before glancing back at Nhil. Her deep eyes went even wider as she saw the blue fire coil and burn the cultists to ash. Her jaw dropped and she let go of Bel; the dust began to settle she saw the wondering balls of spirit energy flitting around as well as understanding sliced into her mind and form. She paled and gasped looking at Nhil with a definite understanding now, he was her dragon.. .he had the spark of the dragon she had taken from the dwarf, and she would not be surprised if Gillian’s mind dwelled under his pale skin as well. She blinked a couple times and then waved at Nhil as his eyes turned up towards the heavens. The dragon’s form became visible as it lunged into the city after something. She frowned and looked back to Nhil, a small smile returning to her doll like features,

”Told ya!! Now Come on! Let’s go!.. We have to get Bel out! We can take care of the dragon later! Besides! I have a lot to talk to you about!” she chimed perkily but also with a definite sense of urgency in her voice. Her hand still held fast to Bel’s leg as she tugged on him and began to lead him around the finally settled burning rubble.

Mira waved for Nhil to follow, she began to run through ways to separate Gillain from Nhil’s being.. though all of them required help.. and she wasn’t sure if Bel would be willing to help with something like this.. not so soon after his brother’s death. She knew he would need time.. hell.. she needed time.. Mel was a light in the darkness that was Gia.. she had no hope of saving the city without him.. and even if they did save it.. the city wouldn’t be the same without his smiling countenance and humor. At least he was free now.. still.. they weren’t.. it didn’t seem fair for him to be free without them.. bastard.. he always did have to do everything before his brother.. everything…..

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"Maybe I could give you a more private performance later at night."

“That‘s very generous of you to offer me a chance to spar with you. Night is quite a strange time to engage in sparing but I don’t mind.”

Magnum seemed oblivious to the not very subtly innuendo and in response to her sudden invasion of his personal space, he gave her a blissful childish smile.

"Alright. I think we can work something out if you can't stand my expenses. I am a mercenary, you know. I'll take your lead, dear."

A mercenary? While it did comfort him to know he now has the aid of a professional to protect him, what worried him was how he would pay her expenses. As of present, he has no way to reward her with the monetary gains befitting a mercenary however if his plan does succeed and he miraculously survives he will strive to stay true to his word. There was also the matter of informing her on why she was escorting him back into the city. Hopefully she was the type that didn’t mind not knowing all the finer details of her job. He really didn’t want to lie to the wonderful nightmarian that was risking her life to asset him on his suicide mission. Not informing her in advance was just as horrible as lying however he was afraid that she would decline him if he told her.

“Before we leave I need to do something. This will only take a few moments.”

He gently set down one of the handmaids on the grassy plain which immediately slumped backwards onto the ground once he released it from his grip. Kneeling down beside the fallen doll, he made a small barely noticeable hand gesture. The rope doll trembled as life flowed within it before rising from its grassy bed. It stood attentive awaiting a command from it’s father. Magnum leaned in to whsiper his crucial mission for his newly created solder. Once he finished the doll gave him a small nod of understanding and swiftly made its way back into the depths of the catacombs.

Feeling satisfied he made the universal hand signal for follow and flashed a smile at Mercy as he walked towards the chaotic battlefield that was once named Gia.

“May I have your name? I’m Magnum Albedo.”

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As the mantis spun around her foot her wings opened, and her form lifted into the air. She had missed him. It enraged her to have missed him, but she had to take care of the dragon at her back first. She felt the tension on her foot and glanced down to see the blade cutting into her thick stone like hide. She screamed out as her huge wings lifted them even higher her claws extended as the figure below her spun his second mantis threateningly. She pulled them easily 200 feet in the air within 5 seconds time; only dareing to hope that he lost the strength to hold on. His gauntlets locked on the chain that supported him; his weight causing the blade to cut farther into her taloned leg. His second blade arced up and twisted as he pulled tension on it at the right moment hooking it around her second talon as its blade locked along the chain as well as into her flesh.

She hissed and tried to climb higher hoping to see an alternative as the Orc clung to her form. Her keen eyes watched as the armor clad figure below her began to climb the chains higher and higher.. she knew he would kill her if he got too close, she had to do something fast, but her body was not equipped to detour an attack like this.. and she wasn’t even sure that the Orc priestess had noticed anything other then the dragon that was at their backs. She condensed her magic, her body instantly shifting back to its stunted minotaur form as both mantis blades and chains were shook from her legs by their own power. Her legs had shrunk by more then half in breath causing even the continued returning force that the blades were enchanted with to shake them from the now too small limbs.

Blood dripped from her feet as all three of them began to plummet to the ground. This was it.. this was the last time she could shift.. one last form. The Roc was risky.. but she couldn’t just let the Priestess die.. no matter how much she wanted to shift to a raven and escape… Talik would have wanted the woman to live. She tucked her legs tightly against her and then willed her form to change her arms extended as she free fell with the rest towards the burning city below. She shifted her body to the side pulling as far as she could from the armored form. Then with a slow building shift her body changed and her wings caught air as she lifted from the side of the Orc and the armor clad combatant. She flew higher into the heavens then rolled and tucked her wings diving towards the free falling priestess. She could see the dragon below them.. she could see it struggling with the magic even still.

She wasn’t sure how long they would have.. either way she needed to save the Orc. She grabbed the Orc’s body as carefully as she could manage though still cutting her flesh with the talons. It would have been easier if the woman chose to wore cloths.. yet she understood the comforts of nudity and couldn’t get too upset with her. She opened her wings and they both seemed to explode upwards as the winds carried her wings higher into the heavens. She held the Orc loosely and then quickly turned towards the forests to drop the woman off so she could return and make sure that the armored fiend was truly dead.

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A stone-shattering roar echoed throughout the city, giving each and every combatant a moment's pause to bear with the horrendously loud sound. The world slowly came back to life though, and the battles resumed. Heliotheris thrashed in the sky, shaking the stinging spots out of his eyes. He had been close to devouring that oversized morsel, tantalizingly so when a blinding radiance swarmed his vision. If it had been meant to damage, the attack failed miserably. Hindering him for a good few seconds though, that had succeeded brilliantly. In his anger, the storm above the city redoubled in strength. Rain poured down harder, thunder and lightning crashed and reverberated all throughout the area. After several long hearbeats the dragon's vision returned. The roc was somewhere above, although the Storm Lord would think twice before confronting it again. Instead, he sent out a psychic sending to the minds of every Child in Gia;

Dragonfire. Burn them all, we must take the city before midnight or the other lords will challenge us for this territory.

With that the white-robed warriors brought renewed their efforts in full, scouring the defenders with supernatural fire and steel. Heliotheris gave a deep, booming laugh at his assured victory. A pair of light flashes at opposite ends of the city made him cease gloating though, and the dragon swerved to look on in interest. All along the walls of each side a series of lights appeared, leaving behind black cloaked forms that simply stood in the rain. He was about to call out to them when the foremost on each side threw back their hoods...the Storm Lord was too surprised to speak then.

Prince Shokunen Helvaras and his mate stood along with a line of lamian warriors, bows raised at the dragon on the northern wall. Diloxi Ebon and her demon companion Lord Yuzu stood smirking up at the beast with their own line of dark elf spellcasters. Without word, another storm was unleashed and raged against the dragon's massive body, a storm of arrows and bolts. Blasts of concussive thunder crashed against the leviathan, sent from the twin enchatned bows of the lamia royals. Black flames hissed and flooded the city streets, devouring the Children and flowing around the citizens to reduce their enemies to ash. Heliotheris roared in agony and blindly spewed dragonfire about, although not finding any true target. A round of explosive arrows into the dragon's ribs sent it crashing to the earth in the center of the market square. The resulting crash was made all the more loud by the lack of battle in the city now, not even a single child remaining from the assault of the dark elves.

Nhil grabbed Miralight's and Belsius's shoulders, prompting them to look back at the Storm Lord's prone body. Slowly, it's chest rose and fell in great breaths of air. The azure beast was riddled in arrows and other projectiles while large chunks of flesh had been blasted away in other places. He turned and shielded Miralight behind his arm when dark figures emerged from the rain and headed towards the dragon. They paid him no heed though, but one face in particular caught his eye...Shokunen. He did not give into rage though...not yet. The procession of black-robed lamia streamed on by, met by similarly adorned dark elves at the square.

Shokunen slithered over to Heliotheris's large head, Diloxi and her demon ally moving to do the same. He glanced at the dark elf, to which she averted her gaze. With a low hiss the lamia yelled at the dragon. "Get up you pathetic wyrm! You do not die this day! You have a message to deliver." the army of dark elves and lamia threw back their hoods, and Heliotheris nodded weakly in response. "The Legion of Ashes is here...and you're all going to die. One. By. One." with a smack on his scaled hide, Shokunen sent bid the dragon farewell. The massive creature shakily arose, and lifted up into the air and began flying south.

Gia, for the most part, lie in ruins. Only certain sections of the metropolis stood intact. The survivors slowly began making their way to the square, to their saviors, the Legion of Ashes. This was not a victory today...but it was no defeat either. Back at the Holy Hannah, whose taproom was little more than a collapsed ceiling and a single table, and old man sat sipping on a glass of ale.

"Well then...that's about all the story up until now...care to here more, child?"

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Dracon continued to scale his chains for the Mantis as he could feel the building tension of the blades carving into the feet of the great bird. Claws linking into the groves of the chain as he began to pull with his upper body. Red eyes gazing at the underbelly as he became aware of the soft melody of his sword singing in his ear and the low whistle of pain that answered from above. In those tense moments he flexed and pulled down with his left hand to extend his right hand higher. And his world jerked to a rest as the music of battle went silent. The resistance on his Mantis went slack as the great bird above shrank to the vague shape of a minotaur. Red eyes locked onto the form as Mantis was open wide around either foot before the enchantment pulled the left down and away. His hand slowly pulling back and reaching up, trying to grab the foot instead, only to feel the handle of his blade sliding back against his claws and his hand closed tight around it.

Gravity took him back then, slowly caressing his armored form with her gentle touch as the dragged him back to the ground where he belonged, whispering of 'don't worries' and 'everything's fines' in his ear as he looked up to the sky, back pulling him back as he fell, the right Mantis trailing above and spinning in its limp pursuit, his fall now faster than the enchantment had to keep up. His right hand remained extended out, fingers opening and closing around the outlined form that expanded once more into the grand bird he so wished to kill. The song of War had faded with his fall as he only heard the cries of the wind, and the presence of his falling as his body touched the front of his armor. Mind racing as his body turned slowly to the right, arm curling around as head tipped forwards until the snout of his helmet touched his chest, bracing for the impact.

Like a heavy stone from a catapult his body crashed against the fire-worn remains of a building, shoulder guard caving in as shock jerked his head down, smashing the side of his helmet on a ruined timber as the wood gave away beneath his weight and bore him down into the burning remains and coals from the attack earlier. The impact with the wood-be ceiling forcing him about as his right arm seemed to hit and be flung away from more debris both hands hitting against wood and resistance as his right hand smacked almost vertical into the ground and more pain filled the body beneath the armor. The impact itself was harder than the first as he was dimly aware his body seemed to leave the ground for a moment before coming to rest once more. His metal rang out as certain parts pressed and almost held him in place as a dull ringing took his ears.

His eyes stayed open, though for the first few moments they saw nothing but black, until they faded back in a dull crimson, the yellow of flames cutting across them as his head rocked to recover. Eyes looking out to the heavily dented side of the snout which once stood strait. Looking to the right let him see what threw his arm in disarray as the burning remains of the support burned slowly with a red glow to it. He became away or the points of metal that pinched his elbow as he was partially aware that, if he was any further over, he wouldn't have to worry about breathing ever again...

His hands felt like they were stuck in coal as he sat up and looked to the left, the chain of his Mantis trailing high above him though he felt too top-heavy to look and see where it went. Turning about slowly he braced both hands on the ground as pain shot through his fingers. Blinking and looking down he could see that not all of his claws remained in shape, in fact, most of them were bet to the side or diagonally and touched with other claws... save for one claw on his right hand. Eyes glancing over that sixth finger as the claw was bent all the way around until the sharpened edge dug into his finger, where any pressure or movement let it slowly cut deeper into flesh and bone. Using just his left hand he got to his knees, which were finally steady as he glanced into the storm worn sky to confirm that the other had vanished and let him be.

His head wanted to roll back and he rocked around and stayed there for precious seconds before putting one foot under himself and then the other, rising up on unsteady legs as his right hand went out to catch the support that didn't exist, fingers wrapping around the chain of his mantis as he tugged and it ripped from the wood above and dug into the floor at his feet. Looking down at it for a moment, it almost felt like he would leave the weapon there, but finally the action passed in his mind and he retrieved the other blade, not even trying to place it at his side as he staggered through the shell of the building, resting on the far wall on his left shoulder before righting himself and limping from the building and hugging the walls, avoiding exposure to the sky as he made his way slowly to the Eastern Gate at a slightly more struggled walk than normal.

He looked to the sky as the great Dragon began its retreat and he went his own way, sliding partly down the muddy slopes to make it to the forest, his usually walk slightly hurried to gain the shadows as blood ran down his armor, though it wasn't blood of another this times. It took painful minutes to reach what tree cover there was as he slipped away from Gia.


Illessya watched the Dragon try to shake off her diversion with a sad smile as she scanned to fined her Orcs trapped in the city. Leaning over the side of the great neck she looked out for her district where dragon's flame and bodies could be seen clashing with white cloaks. She knew many were dead or injured gravely and she began to prepare another Divine Wrath to send down upon those that dared attack her Orcs. Her hand lifting up as the great Roc she was ridding vanished. She was falling.

Looking about she saw the minotaur close by... and another falling below, trying to reach out for them, and for a split moment, she thought her eyes locked with the form and only a deep malice could be felt before the heavily armored figure began to fall faster. Her peripherals caught the sight of something and the flapping of great wings brought her to watch the Roc reappear once more and climb without her. Her hands raised up like those of a child's begging for her to be saved as the cold wind and rain slid across her naked form as she fell, hair whipping past her face as she could sense her body falling to the unforgiving ground below.

Fear built as she waited, anticipating that moment as her eyes clenched tight, arms and legs going limp as she resigned to this cruel fate, no longer watching as the Roc dove back down and caught her up in her talons, not realizing until it wrapped about her and swung her from her free fall and carried her off and away from Gia. Tears on her face as words escaped her tongue, silently thanking the other for not leaving her to fall to her death. Being left to watch back as Gia burned and the Dragon was suddenly attacked by others.

She became aware of being lowered to the ground and, even as the talons gently released her, she struggled and half-leaped back to grab at the foot, or the neck if she was lucky, and pull the other back. "No, don't!" Her voice was almost a panic, something uncommon to her usually collect self. Body sliding in the mud as she went to her knees and begged, "Please.... Don't go."

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Character Portrait: Shokunen Helvaras
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Illessya Andracor

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Illessya
Illessya

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

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A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.

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A Deep Human who has turned his backon everything save feral instincts. Equipped with several deadly weapons and nicknamed the "Blood Mercenary", he works for those who offer the greatest amount of bloodshed, not money.

Character Portrait: Obadani of Filvarly lake
Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

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Melianth & Belsius Avaran

Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

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Dukald Garfarthen

A fierce dwarven bear rider, turned into a hardened Battlemaster.

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Zahar Darkshadow

Malefic Elven Shadowmancer

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Obadani of Filvarly lake

Very small Minotaur female that looks like she should be a calf though her eyes hold a deturmination and age that are deceptive

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A male Harpy with many years under his belt. He is in charge of a small "murder" of other harpy males that follow his command. It is said no female can bring him down and he has an almost unriveled shot with the bow.

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Illessya

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

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Rakath Ghyrrhyn'al

Gnollish warlord and berserk warrior

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Melianth & Belsius Avaran

Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

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Miralight Lexis Tisdale Duff

Captain within the Civilized Armies

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Diloxi Ebon

A General of the Civilized Armies

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A lamia warrior prince charged with leading the Savage forces on the western front. Go ahead and make fun of his tail, see what happens.

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Dark elf brothers of a holy nature devoted to the Civil cause

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Shokunen Helvaras

A lamia warrior prince charged with leading the Savage forces on the western front. Go ahead and make fun of his tail, see what happens.

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Nhil Derenthi

Not so dead anymore...

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Illessya Andracor

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

Character Portrait: Illessya
Illessya

An orc Shawoman gifted with "Fractured" Predictions and the blessing of Angelic magic. Once partnered with the War Cheif, at his mysterious death it left her in charge of the forces.

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Obadani of Filvarly lake

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I will be posting today unless getting my character oriented is not allowed.... considering they are still stuck back at neava's actions technically

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I see... I shall send you the new character data through PM, then.

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o.o characters? I don't see anything in the submitted area...

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I have a question.

Where are all the characters that have recently been submitted? Including mine? I want to read the profiles but they aren't there.

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Yeah!!! *bounce bounce* Soo when are we going to start the next chapter? O.O

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Alrighty ladies and gents, that's the end of the first chapter! Gratz on a job well done!

*clapclap*

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Sorry for the inactivity - w- been semi-busy. I'll get something up either today or tommorow!

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Yep! I is special o.O hehe!

Ohh well! at least I noticed I did it and erased the extras *kicks the site for glitching and then kicks me for not hitting the back button far enough before hitting refresh twice*

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way to triple post, Neava.

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I love how my posts get longer with each entry.

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I'm planning on posting, I just need to get with hunter to work something out with Dani.. I guess I can post for Mira until then though! *huggles*

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Guys you have to get Google Chrome. If the site dies when you post your message, just go back and it'll be all there for you.

Or just copy-paste the work elsewhere.

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I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.

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I think no one posted yet because the site keeps dieing. It died three times when I tried to post this message. Four if it doesn't go though.

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o.O anyone gunna post?

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but but but magnum doesn't have Mantis :(

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pft rope doll? Mantis might be a better fit to do something but he is currently engaged so

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Submitted a new character.

I think you're going to strangle the dragon to death with the rope doll.

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I've developed an interesting (or just stupid) idea to incapacitate (maybe even defeat) Heliotheris and really piss him off. It involves one of the dolls Magnum saved. Go ahead and try to guess what I'm thinking. You'll never get it right. Mehehehehehehehehehe!

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Yep I read them. :)