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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 8:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 12:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:13 pm
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Defaeco lumbered into the graveyard, holding a large bottle of white wine. He had normal peasant clothes on, though he did have a Sabre at his side, a staff on his back, and a bow strung around his arm. As he wobbled in, he rose the bottle to his mouth, chugging a lot of it. His eyes twitched a little and his head cocked back. "Ahhhh, now I know why," he started with a hick-up in between, "my daddy wash alwaysh drinking this stu-" he hick-upped again. "ffff." He walked toward the crypt, not even thinking about the people around him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 5:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 2:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 2:30 pm
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The pale male began to say the finale invocation. The undead were clawing their way up from the soil. Spirits shrieked in pain as they manifested, a painful birth. Then, all of a sudden, a conflicting energy interfered. The energy turned violent at the presence, recoiling from the tender grasps of the necromancer. He was thrown against the wall, ecstasy turned to pure, undulated pain. Power turned to weakness. Dieter puked bloody vomit as he fell, passed out. Weak..
The bodies still rose, others taking the place of the great one, others continuing the spell, awaiting the expert touch of Dieter..
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 5:11 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 1:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 7:16 pm
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((Myst has achieved a full refund due to the immense change.))
Dieter finally woke up to the mixture of yelling and light. When he noticed that he was laying vomit, tinged with blood, the pale male gave a yell and got up, stumbling away. He saw two figures, males, and the first he touched.. The necromancer said a few words, and the man before him would be encased in ancient armor, coming from nowhere. Once it was on, a necrotic energy took hold, melting the flesh of the other man.. It rotted off of the bones, leaving only the hard parts inside, the eyes glowed a bright yellow, and pain and numbing began to wash over this afflicted being. A knight was born, loyal to the necromancer who raised it..
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 4:56 am
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Tobias' skin seemed to be on fire. He wanted to scream in pain, but he could not. Although he felt that he was on fire, he also felt an immense power growing in him. He could smell his skin scorching. He felt a heaviness on his shoulders. He groaned, then fell to the ground. After the transformation, he stood up. He now had on plate armor covering him. Over the plate armor was a heavy black cloak. But that was the least of the changes. He was now but a skeleton, an undead warrior. The stange thing was that he still felt emotion, pain, want, all human things. He looked down, then picked up his bag. He reached in and pulled out a medallion. "Thank you necromancer, this power you have given me will aid us in the future. For now, here is the medallion. The time has com to execute our plan." He dropped it in front of Dieter.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 1:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 3:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 4:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:08 pm
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