Cynthia
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Fairy Prostitute/Thief
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Post by Cynthia on Oct 26, 2004 1:26:07 GMT -5
Cynthia feels upset. She hated hearing stories about Red Infinity's lies. This man was obviously not a drug user. "I'm sorry, I don't care much for sports, especially boxing. No offense... That, and I've been in my own little prostitution bubble for a few years now."
She feels a genuine sympathy for this person, and wants to shelter him somehow.
"I don't really know what to say... Surely there's somewhere you can move to?"
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Post by Kelthassil on Oct 26, 2004 1:27:32 GMT -5
I suddenly realize that I'm running on the ceiling. I smile as I sense the work of another of my kind, before I continue moving towards forward, trying to get to the necromancer.
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Post by Jareth on Oct 26, 2004 1:29:20 GMT -5
((well darlin reversal of gravity is kinda hard to post to. I mean everyone including yourself would be floating off into the atmospere. I didn't know how to post and well i dunno i was dumbfounded...i am a simple country girl so come on...give a little leeway for me...  )) |
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Post by Kankahattaret on Oct 26, 2004 1:31:10 GMT -5
Rocks crash against the ceiling of the cave. Water from the central caverns gushes upwards, spraying everywhere, and freezing against the cold stone walls.
"Phantasmal Killers!"
To add more chaos to the mess of flying objects, I summon three ghost like stalkers to attack our enemies. I cling to a rock formation so I do not fall upwards myself.
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 26, 2004 1:31:30 GMT -5
"Anywhere, I suppose, I have the money. I have plenty of money, not that it's likely to do me any good. I have no purpose anymore. The only thing I ever did for myself is over now..." He rubs his right arm, feeling the massive scar that runs along the whole outside of his right arm from back when Yamato broke it. "I need a purpose or I have no reason to run... Or maybe it I run I can find a purpose... their really not after me anymore, they have bigger fish to fry..."
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Cynthia
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Fairy Prostitute/Thief
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Post by Cynthia on Oct 26, 2004 1:34:34 GMT -5
Cynthia sighs. She has been without a purpose for awhile now. Her life after she got kicked out of the fairy realm has been nothing but one long distraction.
"You do what you have to... What do you feel you should do? If you feel that boxing is really the only thing you can do, I'm sure there are places where you can box. Maybe you should use an alias?"
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Post by Omadon on Oct 26, 2004 1:36:26 GMT -5
Omadon grunts and snaps his fingers. He spins upright, floating in the air, Morrighan doing the same. The water turns to ice before it even enter the covers properly. All liquids that enter Icecrown freeze instantly. The are no loose object in the palace, everything is part of the crystal and ice of the building itself.
((Speaking of which Kankahattaret, unless you have magical means of warming yourself really well, your blood should be turning to ice right now.))
He turns to face the elf. "I have no time for fools with their parlor tricks!" He throws out his hand and the ghost-like beings slow to a stop. He draws something from his pocket and throws it hard towards the Frozen Throne. It hits it and the throne shatters, flying in all directions. "I have a back up plan love. The family is already on the way out. We must escape before that thing finds us..."
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Post by Kelthassil on Oct 26, 2004 1:38:47 GMT -5
As the ice expands, I focus my positive energy into a warming aura to keep myself warm. I rush in and see a familiar leShay facing the necromancer.
"Good to see you again, sister." I say in the leShay tongue as I channel some of my positive energy into a blast that I hurl at Omadon.
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Post by Kankahattaret on Oct 26, 2004 1:40:38 GMT -5
(Considering that our race lived in Lapland, I think we can handle a little cold, Mr. Omadon  ) "I like this chilly weather. It reminds me off our ancient home." I say as I watch the really lame man throw something at his throne.
My gravity reversal spell expires, sending rocks and debris falling to the ground.
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Post by Steve Fox on Oct 26, 2004 1:41:06 GMT -5
"No... I did the boxing thing. I'm not sure what I should do anymore... maybe I just need time. Maybe I should try and build myself a life of some sort. Find some friends or something..."
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Post by Jareth on Oct 26, 2004 1:42:19 GMT -5
I hope this back up is a good one. Dammit i am ready to go when you are.....
She sees the attack going towards Omadon.
Omadon look out...
She doubles over as she floats. The pain seems to be in her midsection. Then shes falling towards the ground again.
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Post by Kelthassil on Oct 26, 2004 1:44:04 GMT -5
I see the woman take my positive energy burst.
"Another undead." I say as I flip easily to the ground. "Return to the pit that spawned you!"
I hurl several more bursts of positive energy at Morrighan.
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Post by Omadon on Oct 26, 2004 1:46:53 GMT -5
((Hey, this isn't icy cold, this is magic cold. All liquids free here. Blood, water in the flesh, everything. If you don't use magical protection from cold, you die. That simple. And like I said, there is no rocks, and their is no debris. There is no loose material in the palace.))
Omadon throws out his hand, blasts of green lancing forth. The white and green strike in mid-flight and vanish together. He kneels on the ground besides Morrighan, "Morrighan, get out of here. Now."
Omadon stands and faces the white elf man, putting himself between him and Morrighan. "So," he says, speaking his own native tounge, old French, "They do exist. Beings of positive energy. Then, we are at an impass. My negative is just as effective against you as your positive is against me."
A swirl of green builds around Omadon's fist. "And when my army finishes wiping that worthless dragon's off the map, you will be rather outnumbered..."
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Post by Kankahattaret on Oct 26, 2004 1:48:06 GMT -5
((Oh fine))
"We can not allow them to escape! Hold Portal!"
I cast a spell that prevents the opening of any portals. I am not sure if this is what they intended, but at least now it is not an option.
I concentrate again, fighting off undead with my leShay sword.
"Stunning Gaze!" I look at them hoping to paralyze them with my gaze.
"Oh no, I guess this was colder than I thought here." I fall over, frozen in place.
As I freeze I think of how much I hate Omadon and how it is unfair that he has these secret places with no debris and freezing cold, when other people get crappy houses that always get destroyed by Red Infinity. I also think of how much I hate macho and mysterious men.
I pass out.
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Post by Kelthassil on Oct 26, 2004 1:51:49 GMT -5
I reply, also in old French. ((Which I could actually simulate if I were still taking French...))
"I see no impass. I have but to end you."
Two leShay katana appear in my hands. Though normally useless against undead, I do add a little enhancement to them. Positive energy runs across the blades, mingling with the brilliant energy to create the perfect undead-slaying weapon. I burst forward with blinding speed, slashing at Omadon's neck with my left katana.
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