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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 1:39 pm
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"Killing a former friend? Now who would that friend be, as I don't recall you having any? Perhaps Xellane, but all you had was a King that you idiotically followed orders from," he said with a malicious smile. He took the staff from his back, placing it in his right hands. Sparks of light were coming from his left fingers as he flexed them. "If you do speak of me, then prepare for a fight of your life, because I'm not done yet. Oh, and remember, the fact that their are tons of Soul Knights, Zombies, Undead Knights, Skeletons, Banshees, Wraiths, and a necromancer that can raise them again. I would step down and tell me what you need."
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 5:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 9:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:08 pm
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He lay on his bed, dreaming, not dreaming at all... It stood, humbled before the majesty of a god, Hades.. "What do you w-want your lordship?" said the pale male, groveling before the god. Almost as in response, the form of the god of death, not anymore... seemed to pulse, like a heart beat. Each beat sending ripples through the visage. It eventually was broken down into a simpler form, a multicolored amorphous thing.. Seeming to shimmer in the twilight. Eventually, it began to form shapes, rapidly changing, never staying in one state for long. Though all of the shapes were similar in one respect, a vaguely humanoid quality that, despite the various shapes and numbers of limbs, made it all the more terrifying. The shape finally came to rest at a hazy picture, though an impression of an avian head could be made out, and thinness, like that of a victim of the plague. It began to solidify, more features able to be picked out. And what was seen begat terror, the head was that of a vulture, with the sides of its long beak covered in straps of skin that bled.. They were torn from it opening the cavernous hole that seemed disproportionate with the rest of its thin wasted frame. Four arms were raised to the heavens where two should be, and the feet were replaced with the talons of a bird. Each finger was tipped in a claw. It was floating several inches off of the ground, and every time it moved, vaporous shadows that looked suspiciously like torn skin moved trailed it. Dieter cried out "Who are you?" And the foul creature no, god! merely pointed a single claw at the man..
Throughout the graveyard, whispers came from nowhere, everywhere, "Sinners." It got steadily louder as the word was repeated, a loud cacophony now washing over the entire graveyard. This noise was broken by a single shout, "Repent!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 12:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 7:37 pm
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He awoke, righteous anger flaring. Most, if not of his minions and worshipers were sinners. Failing the magick, they were a blight upon this land, and for that a punishment was in order. He walked swiftly from his hidden spot, looking for one to exorcise the weakness of the flesh from. the morbid laziness in their use of the magick. He seemed to be floating, and sometimes, out of the corner of one's eye, a shadowy haze seemed to follow the necromancer. When a suitable victim was at last found, Dieter touched the robed adept. Leaping shadows cut into the flesh, forcibly rushing inside by the means of every orifice, by the means of every deep cut it had inflicted. It rested for a moment, ceasing to harm, and causing the acolyte to take on a bloated look to them, stretching the skin. It came out at once, rupturing organs and feeding upon the flesh, intestines seeped out of the a**s, and there was a sickening squelching sound. The acolyte lay dead upon the ground, merely flaps of overly large skin over bones, surrounded by blood and intestines, now arranged in a pentagram. Other servants backed away in horror; Dieter smiled.. War would come to Ethral City..
"Summon the armies, the army of Judgement will punish."
[ Dieter Heydrich the Carrion God has left the graveyard.]
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 1:31 pm
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