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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 7:38 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 7:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 7:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 8:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 5:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 7:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 11:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 2:24 pm
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Tartarus walked through the woods, its master had long sense gone to bed, but being undead it wasn't in need of sleep. The others had stayed behind to make sure the Master was alright. Tartarus, on the other hand didn't really care just yet, yes, if he wanted to exist he needed to keep that man alive, but on the other hand, he was already dead so it made little difference to him. The air around him possessed an unnatural chill and the darkness thickened and bloated around him. His greataxe graced his gloved hands, His black iron armour absorbed more moonlight that it cast off. He always felt as throught there was an eye that bore down on him. A single, unblinking eye that judged his actions and had two fingers around the knots of like that bound him to his mortal shell. He wanted to go and seek this Abigail and find out more about these witches and their fleshy friends.
After a while of searching, he came across the spot where Raziel said she rested... most of the time. Why was he here? Was this some sort of cruel test or curiosity from his creator? Regardless, he was here now. A boney hand reached out for the door to find it locked. An angery hiss passed through its teeth as it put some muscle into it. Tartarus played with the idea of taking his weapon to the door and rending it to kindling. But there may be reprocussions for that. Instead he tried the windows. Not that he'd fit his frame in there but it was worth a try anyway. If all else failed he could always kick the door in.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 4:16 pm
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Abigail had returned to her home for the night after meeting with Raziel. Not expecting any guests, she locked up her house and prepared for bed. With a cup of tea by her side, a mirror in her hands, Abigail rested in the large comfy chair near her fireplace. She gazed into the reflective surface of the mirror, gently stroking the glass around the rim with the tips of her fingers, while the irises of her eyes became as mirrors themselves. The image in the mirror rippled, and showed her something else. Someone who looked so very much like herself. Telaria. Abigail had expected to see Telaria distraut, and beside herself with grief. But it was not so. Her sister looked vivedly alive, and infuriating enough...happy. From time to time Abigail saw a man within the mirror with her sister, and her eyes narrowed. How dare she be happy!? Telaria didn't deserve such things. That wench deserved only to be miserable, and to feel what true pain was. Only then would Abigail be able to forgive her sister for what she had done.
Abigail nearly hurled the mirror at the fire in frustration, but before she had, she heard someone attempting to open her front door. Somewhat distracted from her rage, Abigail set the mirror down on her side table a little more calmly then what she would have, and got up from her chair to go to the door. Unlatching the lock, she opened the door to see one of Raziel's obviously newer pets. "What message does your master send now?" Abigail demanded, not bothering to mask the annoyance in her voice. She assumed Tartarus was there doing some task on behave of Raziel.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 4:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:45 pm
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