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Post by Zeth Gurido on Mar 14, 2007 19:44:38 GMT -5
You don't understand my inheridance of power.
*Draws Ragnarok*
I fully understand Ragnarok, it's soul, and it's powers.
*Takes a gauntlet off and places his hand on it*
Even without the gauntlets, I can wield it just fine.
*then swings Ragnarok around abit then plunges it into the earth.*
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 14, 2007 19:50:22 GMT -5
"aye, you may wield it because it is your true blade....
but there is also another reason i know of you zeth gurido, son of vexxus the god of fire and sorcera the goddess of magii and all its glory....
do not think for one second that i do not know of the true you.......
you are the next elemancer...but there is more to you than that.....
you are...........
much different.....aye....."
abberroc glows with this and then fades.
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 14, 2007 19:52:10 GMT -5
"being the son of the gods....
that gives you an ability more valuable than any other mortal. you are free to wield a holy blade...yet it does things to you.....
do not think that with this power of being a demi god you may do whatever you please with your blade and hold it in an unprotected hand...you will start to...feel things..."
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Post by Zeth Gurido on Mar 14, 2007 20:20:37 GMT -5
That was not of what I was speaking of.
*puts the gauntlet back on*
I am not only dragoon and elemenca...
*Gazes at Ragnarok*
...And Ragnarok knew that already.
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 14, 2007 21:30:49 GMT -5
"i knew it wasn't that, zeth. i just feel the need to explain things where i feel they need presence, aye."
so...Abberroc, do you think that i stand chance against the twili being? thought dameus, a second conversation towards his blade.
it flickered then glowed brightly and faded.
hmm...well, i feel the same... it glowed thrice and then faded.
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Post by Aeric Ecrai on Mar 14, 2007 21:38:51 GMT -5
"Talking to swords again? Perhaps I can find that one you mentioned to me...?"
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 14, 2007 21:45:41 GMT -5
"of course. listen with your mind and it shall call to you. you are one with the blade, it chose you..." dameus says as he looks towards link. he turns back to abberroc and takes a moment to relax in the sunlight.
tis a sight like no other...
abberroc glows and stays that way in the sunlight.
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Post by Aeric Ecrai on Mar 14, 2007 21:55:39 GMT -5
Link, exhausted from the day's many events, leans against a tree and dozes off
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 14, 2007 22:07:54 GMT -5
dameus crawls in front of abberroc and lays his back on the flat of the blade not worrying that it will bend. he begins closing his eyes humming a tune his mother used to sing to him.
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Post by Aeric Ecrai on Mar 15, 2007 16:53:46 GMT -5
Link disappears
*I'm in the mountains*
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 15, 2007 16:57:51 GMT -5
((lol finally))
"and so you seek abberroc from me, why?
you think that you can undo and turn wrong into right? there was no wrong in my doing, zeth.
there is nothing you can do. reach the aeron's sacred temple, the domain of the gods? you think you can get as lucky a chance as i did that one day to reach that temple?
hmph...you strive for quests far beyond your reach zeth. tis be a wise decision not to meddle with what should be done, aye."
he takes out his daggers and examines them for any impurities.
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Post by Zeth Gurido on Mar 15, 2007 17:29:21 GMT -5
Fool, as I told you, it is none of your concern.
*Takes Ragnarok from the ground*
Now, if you excuse me, I'll be on my way.
*leaves for the Valus Mountains*
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 15, 2007 17:30:20 GMT -5
"hmph. none of my concern whe-..."
he grunts and begins dozing off.
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Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Mar 15, 2007 18:51:44 GMT -5
dameus's eyes open. he could hardly sleep, he had so much on his mind.
he gets up to his feet and then pulls out abberroc, sheathing it.
he begins walking. he is headed for somewhere...
he doesn't even know yet...
*dameus exavior has left links house for...somewhere...*
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Post by Kuraz on Mar 21, 2007 10:08:16 GMT -5
*pick pick pick* *cachink* "finally made it" while link is in the past an unknown character has just gotten into his house "let's see what kind of junk this guy keeps." the character suddenly steps out of the shadows "i wonder if he has any arrows or swords hidden in this house." (this is what link gets for not deadbolting his door) "these ought to do" *walk walk walk* *creeak* *thud*
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