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Post by therougedragon on Dec 3, 2011 1:42:59 GMT -5
A man clad in black armor stood atop of the old temple watching over the lands below him. He feels the cold win blow through his coat and heavy armour. he keeps a hand on his Claymore and his other hand on his dirk ready for battle.
Still he watches even as the sun gose down and dusk fall then soon in to night.
"My it is a nice night..."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Dec 4, 2011 12:21:44 GMT -5
Varim the Universe Eater was was a long way from his usual home, lost. He had gone to Naphin to collect a herb that grew there because a friend of his had fallen ill. He slithered around, letting out a mournful, blood-curtling screech that pierced the silence of the coming night. His many eyes scanned the area, and his many mouths craved food. He gave a long sigh and kept slithering about on his tentacles.
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Post by therougedragon on Dec 4, 2011 12:24:52 GMT -5
Upon hearing the screams, the black claded man looks towards the area and finds nothing that shouldn't be there but still looks.
his right hand moved to his claymore as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he knew that someing was down there. it was a matter of what did this creature intends to do.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Dec 4, 2011 12:50:41 GMT -5
(How does he not notice it? It's freaking huge!)
Varim rested a little, giving a sigh, "Where is it? And where am I, for that matter?"
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Post by SI9000 on Dec 4, 2011 15:09:13 GMT -5
[[Insert annoying I'm-goinging-now line here]]
A creature watched Varim form a distance, silently.
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Post by therougedragon on Dec 4, 2011 20:15:32 GMT -5
The heavy souilder sences from the top of the old temple that something isn't right, that something was going to happen. He draws his claymore and dirk then slides down to the gound and walks slowly towards the sounds of the growling.
"Something has invaided the peace of this place and must be stopped."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Dec 4, 2011 21:05:30 GMT -5
Varim Screamed again, but one of his tentacle eyes spotted the creature watching him, and one of his many mouths greeted it, "Hello there little critter."
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Post by banzaikitten on Dec 5, 2011 13:53:46 GMT -5
From nearby, though just out of sight, sat a rose bush which was sickly and dieing. Though that need not last long as a black tendrils creaped up along its stem and soon into its flowers. The plant began to spring back to life with renewed vigor as the petals of each flower began to take upon a midnight blue coloration. It wasn't for long that the flowers began to bloom and released a black vapor into the air, soon condensing above the plant and taking form of a sphere held off the ground by eight liquid like tentacles. The sphere itself swiftly and in an alluring fashion, morphed into the shape of a vaporous vixen with softly glowing red eyes and a frighteningly white light frothing forth from her dark maw. Her head turned, much like an owl's, as she took in her scenery before locking onto a large beast not more then a dozen meters away. It seemed to be made purly out of tentacles and mouths, or at least that was the demonness' opinion of Varim.
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Post by Al Dragonia on Dec 5, 2011 13:57:39 GMT -5
Varim did not see her. he was a bit busy snacking on dirt and greeting the other creature.
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Post by Dusksorrow on Dec 5, 2011 15:42:00 GMT -5
In the shadows, a creature moved, still exploring the temple. Of course, she knew she would eventually need to access it; how she would begin to do that, she had not yet decided. Briefly flickering into existence, purple eyes glared at the scene unfolding around the temple for a brief second, before disappearing back into shadow.
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Post by SI9000 on Dec 5, 2011 16:52:39 GMT -5
The other creature, standing in the cover of a cluster of medium-sized trees, twitched as he heard a noise. He turned slowly, and saw a large, jet-black crow standing a few meters away. It eyed him with interest, then turned and fled.
"It seems we have a small problem." He muttered.
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Post by banzaikitten on Dec 5, 2011 17:01:17 GMT -5
The demonness, or Somnium Perussi, reached down and plucked a flower from the rose. Caressing the thorny stem in her hands before neatly tucking it beside her left ear. Although the action carried no true purpose in and of itself, it seemed like the thing to do. And so she creeped slowly across the ground towards Varim, her tentacles barely keeping her body from touching the ground, much like a large bizarre looking crossbreed between a spider and a fox anthro. Her silence was impeccable as anything that would have tripped up most who would try to be stealthy, twigs and small rocks, simply passed through her body.
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Post by therougedragon on Dec 5, 2011 18:11:07 GMT -5
the heavy souilder stopped and looked around. There was more going on around here then what he knew. He sheaths his Claymore and keeps walking around, tempting so locate these beings with the very shadows.
"Alavarok terashan..." In the Neather World this would mean "Let me see through the darkness..."
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Post by Al Dragonia on Dec 6, 2011 16:56:59 GMT -5
Varim just observed nature with his many eyes and mouths, enthralled with the natural beauty.
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Post by banzaikitten on Dec 6, 2011 17:08:10 GMT -5
Upon getting close enough for comfort Somnium looked up at Varim and spoke allowed "Mortal!" she decreed quite loud, her voice carried a natural echo "Thy requests that thou dost tell thee what plain thy hast entered. And mayhaps thee more appropriate ways of which thy shallst speak as to correctly dodge conversational confusion with thee natives of the realm!" her tone was somewhere between a demand and a request. Her body forced as high as currently possible given the length of her eight tentacles and patiently did she await a response from the far larger creature.
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