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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:20:06 GMT -5
"We call it Drahal. What name do you give it?"
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:21:42 GMT -5
"I call it Staromri."
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:24:18 GMT -5
"Most fascinating..." The Angel's eyes shone. "May I ask... how long ago the building of this realm was first started?"
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:28:11 GMT -5
"4 million years, why?"
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:34:54 GMT -5
"It's young, then." Moreil laughed softly. "Most interesting. Have there been any wars among you higher beings here?"
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:37:00 GMT -5
"Yes. Mostly over who would make what planets or over Mushi, the goddess of life. Everyone wanted her. Eventually Omni won her heart.
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:43:26 GMT -5
"I see..." The Angels eyes frowned. "Creator as been worried... that perhaps the powerful beings of other realms are starting to become corrupted, or even killed by a strange force. We managed to reach a realm, and nothing was left. It's strange."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 17:50:57 GMT -5
"The Dark Star? There is an evil god behind it methinks"
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 17:59:01 GMT -5
Moreil looked at him. "Creator feared so. We need to stop it. Or at least slow it down..."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 18:02:05 GMT -5
"Dark Star is quite a place though. Only a group of really fine heroes could do it. They'd need a cleric to be sure."
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 18:05:12 GMT -5
Moreil shrugged. "I can find one of those easily enough."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 18:09:15 GMT -5
Assemble a team. You will need six, not including yourself.
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 18:13:34 GMT -5
"Very well." Moreil said, closing his eyes and summoning his scythe again.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Nov 18, 2011 18:20:58 GMT -5
"Give your creator my regards." the god bellowed, vanishing in smoke
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Post by SI9000 on Nov 18, 2011 18:22:25 GMT -5
The Angel fiddled with his hood. "I see." He thought of the Cleric. "Joy."
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