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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:36 am
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((Note: Hale already has materials for nine of the other ten Artifacts on his person, and keeps them there at all times. However, they have no abilities and are useless as weapons until he performs the Ritual required to make an Artifact. The objects are as follows:
A book A small square of black metal A pair of white silk gloves A dagger A pair of black velvet shoes A ring with a heat-twist A bow, without string A large dark blue pearl A short, thin length of wood))
the being blinked as he was hugged, the motion of the shorter undead causing his hood to fall back, revealing an obviously-deceased face. It was scowling.
The being - Hale, of Itnu origin - reached into the recesses of his robe and withdrew a plain white mage's spellbook, the word Sataris embossed in simple, elegant onyx-black lettering on the front. Flipping to the exact middle, Hale drew several runes with his ring finger and tapped the words with the same. A voice not unlike Hale's issued from the book. "Discontinue hugging me immediately. I am busy."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:22 pm
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Demitri's attack worked, the demons being far from bright, in many ways. As expected, the apparent leader of the group was hit by the attack, and thus enraged, quickly closed in on his target, without putting up any defense. He met his demise rather quickly at the point of the boy's sword, at which point whatever poor organization skills the other demons had began to quickly melt away. Quickly, they rushed in, all eager to avenge their fallen comrade, none of them learning from their leader's fatal mistake, none of them thinking to take any sort of defensive formation.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:31 am
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The demons howled, first in rage, and then pain as the electricity surged through them, paralyzing them and thus rooting them in place, as the electricity arced between them, increasing it's damage with every passing moment, it's current amplified by the very weapons they had summoned in their futile attempts to defeat Demetri. Even after they had died and their bodies collapsed, there were sparks still passing betwixt their bodies. Though their defeat had not come in a way they had expected, it had been inevitable from the start; the male had won, and they had never stood a chance. Slowly, their bodies eventually crumbled, and their broken cores of darkness melted away, into the shadows of the swamp, leaving Demetri in total solitude.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 4:46 am
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As the demons vapor'd away, Hale clapped slowly. Not bad. Not bad at all. The Sataris floated over Hale's right shoulder as he walked towards Demitri. It translated his thoughts into the common tongue as he walked. "Bravo, bravo. Impressive display for a young one. You have skill and potential in amounts equal to each other, as do all on this sphere which has been forsaken by the Great Ruler over All of Creation, Alpha and Omega, Beginning and Ultimate End, Lord Ar-"
The Sataris stuttered for a second as Hale's fist thumped the spine. Damned thing was acting up again. Its translations were always so literal. Perhaps when he had invested a bit more of his skill into improving the damnable piece he could finally get it a bit more... accurate. Recreating an Artifact was an arduous process, but this place, this swamp of darkness... It was perfect. Magic fairly congealed in the mist here, and making the Sataris - currently nothing more than an empty spell tome bound with an ancient and deteriorating Tongues Enchantment - into The Sataris would be easier here than almost anywhere else in the world. In matter of fact, the only easier place would be its Bound point, the unique magical point that only existed for Artifacts and similarly-powerful items, where the Piece of Creation that went into their making had been acquired. But that valley had been submerged for two thousand years, and Hale no longer had the command over the elements that he once did.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 9:57 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:38 pm
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