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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Topic started by: Chroin on July 16, 2010, 04:06:23 PM
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(Continuing on of the Medieval rp)
Chroin and Lurior are walking through the halls of the fortress. "So, what you're saying is that he's trying to lure us into trap?"
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"Not us* he looks at Chroin* you, he wants me to be killed at the moment, I am glad you explained ehy he took your parent's but I still don't understand what it is that he needs you forLurior sighs as they turn the corner*
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"Hmm.. I wonder... wait, was there anything he said to you after I jetted into town?"
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"Do not concern yourself with that, there was nothing worth saying, just insults and threats" *Lurior thinks back to Malals words...*
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Chroin holds up the pendant. "I'm still wondering... how is it that this small object can do so much? It's just amazing. By the way, I am sorry about electricuting you." Chroin says, a little embarrassed.
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That's fin I know you didn't realy mean to, Remind me what that pendant does again, you know me
*Lurior rolls his eyes sarcasticly*
I just keep forgetting little details
*Lurior rubs the back of his head as he smiles , laughing then sighing*
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"I'm not really sure. I mean, I know that when you play on it it does different things, but how is this going to help defeat Malal?" Chroin says rubbing it up and down in his hand.
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Well, if it can hurt me then it can really hurt him, Something tells me that maybe he is affected by it's attack more, seeing he isn't normal, although we aren't normal, but you know what I mean
*lurior laughs*
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Chroin throws a playful punch at his shoulder. "Well, I still don't know."
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(I had something to do in mind but i wanna pm it to you first Chroin)
Malal, back in the Immaterium, approaches the charred and scarred form of Chroin's old uncle.
"Well.. i'm suprised you held up this long. A lesser man would've died or would be screaming incoherrent gibberish. You show promise"
"I have nothing to offer you monsters. To have seen you Malal, or most trusted Guardian! To think you of all people would've so easily turned!"
"MMMMm i grow tired of your bantering old man! You constantly whine about my ascension, but we all know your avoiding the real question here. The one about... your turning."
Malal smiled under his helmet as he brandished a smal serreated dagger and began to give the old man... a new mark.
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*Lurior gives a cold grimace*
Chrion, you never told me why he attacked your uncle, id like to know exactly what happened
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"Well, my uncle and Malal used to be best friends. Then my uncle was promoted to a rank Malal wanted for years, commander of the army. Well, a week after that Malal went mentally insane and began attacking all people in this town. Then one day in the field when they were battling another army, Malal poisoned a dagger, stabbed my uncle, and kidnapped him. I haven't seen him ever since."
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Hmph!
To think somone can ruin their life over jealousy, my family are all dead because of it, You are lucky to only have him missing, that means theres still the chance we can get him back
*Lurior fistbumps Chroin, smiling
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"I guess you're right." Chroin starts playing on the pendant.
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*Lurior slaps it away from Chroins mouth*
Hey! Practice somewhere noone can get hurt, ok?
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"Okay, gosh." Chroin says as he puts the pendant back around his neck. "How is your archery?" Chroin asks.
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"I can aim when I need to, Although I prefer melee, my magical training made my accuracy as high as i ever needed it to be"
*Lurior looks at Chroin*
"why the sudden interest, is there somthing you need help with?"
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"Well, I was going to challenge you to some target practice."
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After the ritual scar on the uncles chest was complete, a chill came into the air. Malal let out a breath, and he could see it, and even caught it in his hands it was that cold. Frost began appearing on the edges of his armor.
"Is the vessel ready Chosen? Or do you still need more time"
"The vessel is read, we only await you to take over his body."
A malevolent spirit launched itself into the body of the uncle, sending the spirit of the man into the deepest retches of his mind.
The man stood up and shrugged his shoulders, with a wicked smile on his face.
"It's so good to have legs again!" he nearly shouted. Malal approached a group of cultists muttering an incantation, and a portal near the archery range opened.
"Move quickly, and act like your deeply hurt"
The uncle, (his name is now Ezeklye) nodded, and stumbled out of the portal and fell onto the grass.
The portal to the Immaterium closed, and only Ezeklye remained, 'unconscious' on the ground.
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Target practice, If your challenging me I know this will be fun, Ive never been off target, although i have missed because the target moved unexpectidely
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"Okay, follow me." Chroin says and starts running.
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of coarse
*He sighs before chasing effortlessly after him*
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Chroin leaps, launching himself to the top of the castle.
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(your supposed to notice your uncle)
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((I no I was gettin 2 dat.))
Chroin draws his bow atop the castle, then sees a figure laying practically dead near one of the targets. He jumps down then notices it's his uncle. "MY GOSH! Lurior get down here my kidnapped uncle has escaped!!!!"
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( don't you mean get up here?! )
*Lurior springs off his tail up to Chroin, noticing the wounded (wat's yurr uncle?) and quickly ruching over to see what's wrong*
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((no I mean get down here cause I was on teh roof then I saw teh uncle, btw he's a draconian, laying motionless near one of the targets at teh entrance of the castle))
"Uncle Yotzu! Are you ok?!" he says as he shakes the body.
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*Lurior lands next to Chroin*
"Wait, this is your uncle?! I haven't seen my own kind in a long time, Just tell me what I can do to help"
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"Cast a negativity spell on him."