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LVI
Dawn follows midnight, and even in this lost land the shadows shrink.
Civilizations rise and fall. We saved not the last of an old one, but the beginnings of a new.
T'will take time and effort, blood and tears. But the people of this land can rebuild their shattered world. They can make it live again. And they will rise better than ever before, so ( Read more... ) -
LV
...to whoever this sorcery might belong to: fear not. I will make good use of it.
(OOC: Kane acquired Tohru Honda's powers of levitation and healing. He discovered the latter the hard way, while trying to control the former and dislocated his shoulder on a wall.)
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LIV
Aye. Thy heart groweth soft in thy old age.
OOC: Tying up loose ends for Kane before the sun sets on Econtra. Today, he finally 'got' Ton Phanan's pursuit of his hat and simply decided to let him have it. This brings Wraith 7's year's worth of hunting and trap-setting (not to mention Wile E. Coyote-style woes) to a close. The cyborg doctor will ( Read more... ) -
LIII
...not that I ever had a problem with being a landless vagabond. T'will be good to stay outside for once.
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LII
Would that ye were flesh and bone, one blade through through thy black hearts would suffice.
Cast down to die among this rabble. The ultimate fate for one who held council with 'god-like' beings, and later defied them.
Humbling as the time leading up to his end might be, 'tis not a fate he deserves. -
LI
One year into this 'war'. And this be where things have come to.
[crack of thunder followed by spraying brick is answered by a flintlock pistol shot]
The Warden must be subdued. But a barrier protects him. There must be some way to remove this fell sorcery...
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...and the people cry out beneath your feet. But retribution cometh in the blackness of midnight and the redness of d---
[a leather boot strikes something at Vri-Eksi's door//there is a rustling of paper then a few clicks on the PDA as he checks past entries//the paper rustling returns as his voice grows fainter and fainter]
"Of old the Puritan in ( Read more... ) -
XLIX
'Tis been almost a year since ye gave me this cross. I have had some inkling since then of the real reasons ye graced me with it. Ones that conformed to thy mischievous nature.
But it saved my life during the first Entropi attack. For that at least... I can thank ye.
Farewell, Midna. May thy people be free one day.
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XLVIII
A dash of snow and chills to whittle away at these old bones. But not enough to wish for sand and African heat to take their place. No matter how bothersome charting a course 'round these little snowdrifts may get.
T'is but one reason I am glad to have my crutch staff back. My thanks, Sir Jing.
Do introduce thyself, young lady. It hath been moons ( Read more... ) -
XLVII
My staff...
In God's name, return what ye've taken, knave. Ye play with fire having that in thy possession.