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Dravek stood awaiting his turn for payment. Even after the end of the great nation a monetary system was still intact. And Dravek needed his pay to feed his family.
"Dravek." The cleric motioned for the young ranger. Dravek walked to the desk.
"You get ninety Shill. Any complaint of this file it with your superior. Any complaints with that and you are on your own. Have a nice day." The cleric hadn't even looked up when he slid the small bag of coin to Dravek. With a grumble of dissatisfaction and a shake of the head Dravek pocketed the coins. He made two Flori last pay. Nearly twice this. And certainly not enough to keep his brothers and sisters with food this week. Dravek felt the first drops of rain fall onto his head. He flipped his hood up, much like frost. However unlike frost Dravek didn't keep his hood up like an anti social thief, nor did he wrap a scarf around his face. But Dravek didn't dislike frost. Quite the contrary actually, frost was probably Darvek's. he had lost count of how many times frost had saved him from getting stomped to a flesh pulp of fresh meat. And it was always because Dravek ran his mouth off. The rain was pouring now. The dirt streets of the tent city were quickly turning to mud. The squelch of hundreds of people walking around was a welcome sound. It meant that everyone was still alive and kicking. Or in the least alive. Dravek made it to the medium sized tent his family called home. Dravek yelled in greeting before he entered the tent. Everyone was there all seven of his brothers and sisters. The youngest being five and the oldest being Dravek at nineteen and four months. The next oldest was sixteen With every age in between, almost. The youngest children rushed to their eldest brother gathering around him asking questions about being a ranger, what it was like, if saw a dragon, if he killed the dragon and if he had "shaken" anything. The usual slew of questions, which always made Dravek laugh to himself. He started to talking about his trip. The youngest listened intently while the others went about their own duties. As Dravek spoke about the battle on the hill all of the children began to listen. The youngest Emna, spoke up.
"Did you get hurt? Are you okay?"
"No, I was under a table with Aegis. He got his in the shoulder with an arrow but you've all seen him. The mans a walking tree."
The oldest, Hermus, an athletic looking teen spoke up.
"So you were hiding?"
"No I was getting shot at and was in cover. One of the new guys was hiding though."
"And what happened to him?"
"He got hit with a shaker. "
Hermus looked ashamed. But Dravek knew why his brother was trying to belittle him. He regretted the decision that lead to his brothers disdain for him, but what had happened, happened.
The other children started to become restless. As much as they loved their brother's stories, they were still children and children, no matter what the story had to move around. One by one the young children lost interest and ran off. Dravek, sat for a while watching his family, their mother had died years ago. And their father, who Dravek thought of a a sack of filth and scum personified into a body of flesh, fat and bone, had left after Darvek's dear mothers passing. The children were real actively well off. They all had food twice a day, Dravek included (although he could eat three times a day, being a ranger. He chose to eat as much or less than his family.) but this week, money and food would be tight.
"Brother?" Uilia, the oldest daughter of fifteen called to Dravek.
"How much money did you get from the cleric? We're running low on food and medicine."
Dravek sighed. He knew about the food, but not the medicine. He'd have to use his ranger supplies for the next month. Oh well, Grandis would probably loan Dravek some thing if he really needed it.
"They gave me ninety shill. Use it for food, I still have some ranger supplied medicine."
"Only ninety shill?" Uilia sounded quite down trodden.
Dravek nodded.
"It could be worse."
"I know. But it might get worse before it gets better."
"But you are admitting it will get better. Right?"
Uilia shrugged.
"Right?" She shrugged again.
"Come on, you know it'll get better."
"I suppose."
"You suppose? You can do better than suppose."
Uilia started to smile.
"See? Already you're smiling! Getting better right now."
Uilia nodded with the smile on her face.
"Now. I'll be back for supper." Dravek started gathering up his cloak which was still soaked.
"Where are you off to?"
"I'm off to get medicine." Dravek kissed his sister on the fore head.
"Don't leave the tent, it's a storm out right now."
"Okay...and Dravek." Uilia added meekly.
Dravek looked over his shoulder.
"Don't go out to get drunk...please..."
Dravek felt guilt in his stomach. She knew.
"I promise I won't get drunk, nor come back late."
"Alright then. Be careful."
"I'm a ranger." Dravek put his hood up. "Careful is what I do." And with that the young ranger exited the tent.

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Draxus Prime BurgezzE.T.F Orion Empire 403	Posted - 2013.05.02 02:39:00 - [1051] - Quote warlord!!!!!i missed u. hug
XxWarlordxX97 Internal Error. Negative-Feedback 1574	Posted - 2013.05.02 02:51:00 - [1052] - Quote Draxus Prime wrote: warlord!!!!!i missed u. hug I have not been gone long
Sandromin Hes Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 235	Posted - 2013.05.02 04:39:00 - [1053] - Quote Still unable to post due to lack of computer. I'll get on it as soon as I have the time and resources (I know it's getting slower because I've been unable to respond). Also, to those who aren't participating yet posting, hopefully, you'll join the game.
Galrick M'kron Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 71	Posted - 2013.05.02 10:28:00 - [1054] - Quote OOC: @Thanatos, the Engineer and Vektor were having a conversation a while back. When are you going to continue?
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion RISE of LEGION 571	Posted - 2013.05.02 12:56:00 - [1055] - Quote Galrick M'kron wrote: OOC: @Thanatos, the Engineer and Vektor were having a conversation a while back. When are you going to continue? Hehehe. Seems Thanatos has bitten off more than he can chew. He needs to respond to you, Brutus, and is currently required to respond to Nexhawk, Sandy, Alixenus and an unconscious dwarf king. And about killing main characters: I think I always planned for Conyr to die, as much as it troubles me. But there you go. Not sure when, but I do intend to grab a good opportunity when I see it. __ The rasping sound of Hakyi's garb against the rough rock of the floor of the tunnel leading to the kitchen (although, Conyr mused in a distant corner of his head, a cave with a pot was barely that) chilled Conyr's spine even in the stifling heat. The sandman was still unconscious, muttering incoherently, but always Conyr noticed that "Wyngad" was mentioned at least every second breath. It made Conyr feel so lonely, knowing the sandman had his kalterraft, whilst Conyr had nothing. No, not now. Despair can wait. "Hey." Conyr's voice was slightly less rough; the moisture in the air had soothed his throat. The dwarf girl turned, dropping the Hakyi's arms unceremoniously as she turned to look at the logipriest. "You want the arms?" she giggled. "No. I love eating the arms. Arms are mine." "No, no. You see, we were carrying a craft when we were back in the ravine. Where is it?" "Boat? Sand boat?" Conyr's eyes lit up. "Yeah! A kalteraft. Have you seen it?" The dwarf was silent, but her gaze lifted off Conyr and to- No. Oh please, no, no no- Conyr turned and saw the boiling cauldron, water now frothing violently. He saw the raging fire beneath it, the heat almost a physical force against Conyr's face and an almost unbearable pressure on his eyes, heating the thick bottom, turning it cherry-red and yellow-orange. He saw the huge chunks of wood, but not logs. Not rough wood. Not firewood. Smooth, lacquered wood. Not rough-hewn, chopped wood, but wood with smooth, elegant lines. The Wyngad. And when Conyr realised the terrible truth, an incredible sense of betrayal fell onto his chest, the force even greater than any pain he had felt before, winding him and forcing him to lie on the ground, panting, his chest beating painfully, his heart frantic, his friend's only family, his only treasure, gone, gone gone gone and it was his fault, Conyr's fault and he tore at his hair and curled into a ball, unable to bear the sight of the burning kalteraft, unable to accept that the sandman would be cooked above the burning ashes of his one light in the darkness of life, and Conyr fainted. - "Where are we?" "Shhhh, Hayde." The pure darkness suddenly flickered, and light started glowing from my body. "Hey, er, Vyzion? Those golden tattoos, they're glowing. It's hurting my eyes." "That's because we haven't seen light for weeks. It's hurting mine too." "Can you... turn it off?" "No, I think they glow at the end." "The end?" "The end of life." "Wait, wait, wait. You're going to DIE?" Natyli stepped into the faint golden light. "He's going to kill himself." Hayde was flabbergasted and speechless. Layla, one of the only Logipriests who had always possessed a modicum of respect for me, did not say anything. The silence stretched on, until Hayde broke it once again. "Why?" I held my palm out, fingers outstretched, and a light enveloped my hand for a second, before fading away, leaving behind a long, ornamental knife. Hayde stepped back. "Whoa, whoa. How'd you- where'd that- who the-" "Questions, so many questions." I inverted the knife, and stabbed my heart. With my remaining seconds of life, I addressed Natyli. "I'll wait forever." And as my vision faded, I saw her nod briefly, saw her eyes attempting but failing to hide the infinite sorrow that made her nose twitch, an endearing aspect to her that made my heart ache with love every time I saw it. I smiled then, as I realised I could feel my heart aching around the blade which it was now impaled on. Love was always stronger than death. - Hakyi awoke screaming and naked. His body was half-submerged in boiling water and as he watched, he was slowly being lowered into the pot. The pain was excruciating, and tears blurred Hakyi's vision as raw, animal sounds tore themselves from his throat, his body thrashing uncontrollably but only managing to sear itself against the red-hot sides of the pot and cause more water to splash onto his body, his conscious, only just torn from the depths of a nightmare, already fading as his vision flashed red and black, his body's retaliation at such absolute pain slowly becoming more pitiful and weak, and Hakyi realised he was going to die. Then his vision flashed gold, and slowly, blackness encroached upon its purity, from the edges of his vision, slowly, taking over the gold, slowly, corrupting the gold, slowly, slowly, until all that was left was a spot of gold, and the darkness appeared a tunnel, and Hakyi tried to move, to move towards the gold, but the darkness kept stretching, until... nothing. Conyr's eyes were gold. The runes on his body were burning as bright as the sun, and they rotated and flowed across his body. He was on both feet, the bonds disintegrated, his green skin shimmering, as pure, unadulterated power coursed through his body like a golden inferno. He turned to the dwarf girl, and she cowered away from him. Conyr saw Hakyi's body, unmoving, and when the smell of cooked flesh hit him, the power within him reared in anger, and his light turned from gold to red. "You did this." He growled, turning back to the dwarf girl. And then Conyr was buried in snow.
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Seraphim Auxiliaries CRONOS. 201	Posted - 2013.05.02 16:27:00 - [1056] - Quote //OOC: Wow, wow, did Conyr just die? Vyzion, in case you hadn't killed him off yet, can I ask for keeping him alive at least until Nexhawk meets him? //End of OOC\\
Sandromin Hes Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 235	Posted - 2013.05.02 20:19:00 - [1057] - Quote As the moonlight fell upon the 'autumn' trees, Sandromin felt it was time to go. An urge, possibly from the One himself. Leaves were falling all around, and it was time he was on his way. He could smell the rain, and with it pain, and it was headed his way. Sometimes, he grew so tired. But he knew what he had to do, he had to ramble on. But in all seriousness... The blossoms were filling the air, hinting at the autumnal season. As the moonlight was upon him, Sandromin felt the urge to leave, as if the One were nudging him. It was time he had to be back at his homeland. He wondered sometimes. Did he make the right decision to not marry? After all, he was forty seasons of age; although that was only a fifth of the sandman's typical lifespan, he was by no means young. It was as if he neglected every aspect of life; Sandromin had no more family after the Great Schism. His life outside of being a leader was dull. He had his friends, it was true, but he longed for something... more. Not necessarily love, but a connection. Somebody of his own kind, to be an apprentice or companion of sorts. Sandromin was truly alone. But it was not that bad. Just a little empty here and there. No matter what occurred, his companions of the differing nations were great to have by his side. His life, no matter how bleak or terrible or even truly forsaken, had hope. A glorious trait indeed. He at least knew the One existed. Hope was by his side, and stood next to him in his troubles. However, he was about to embark on a great journey, of which he was unlikely to survive. Hope and faith were all he had... Alihes stood, with the twangs of his past life haunting him. The Great Schism had killed his family, and he was truly alone. He didn't have much. Just a possessed gold coin and the hope of a great adventure. Alihes had gained a few trinkets and skills since the past day, but it all was leading up to something... new. It was something he had never felt before; a feeling of... adventure. He was looking forward to finally seeing Sandromin himself. He had heard stories of him. Sandromin was a national hero, as he had stopped the Schism. It was something to be remembered. Alihes could only imagine what he was like... OOC: So, what'd I miss. Page 51 is where I left off. I read briefly, but I want a more detailed summary.
Infine Sentinel Better Hide R Die 34	Posted - 2013.05.02 21:44:00 - [1058] - Quote Looks like my thread Almost has more Pages then these one
XxWarlordxX97 Internal Error. Negative-Feedback 1586	Posted - 2013.05.02 21:47:00 - [1059] - Quote Infine Sentinel wrote: Looks like my thread Almost has more Pages then these one because it has bacon
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Seraphim Auxiliaries CRONOS. 202	Posted - 2013.05.02 22:11:00 - [1060] - Quote //OOC: Basically, some part of these pages was just other people coming in and admiring this magnificent creation. For the rest of it, there was some continuation for our side characters' and parallel stories. Specifically, Frost traveled to the city of the dead and is now on the verge of dying from the hands of the shade that summoned him in the first place. Fatoxum reminded his brother in a rather aggressive way to stay careful and not to talk aloud about "something" that will immensely help Nexhawk after some time. (Consider it being a positive time bomb, in a sense.) Vyzion killed himself for no clear reason, and Conyr, after almost being cooked alive by the crazy female dwarf, also died, if I interpreted everything correctly. So I've not idea now what Vyzion is going to do. Meanwhile, Xavier has officially lost his sanity. But worry not, he didn't yet annihilate everyone one the spot. Instead, the Dwarf fainted, as the corruptive magic of the Dark Arcanum moved into his mind. Nexhawk, at the mean time, grabbed the book and asked the Trinity to let him use it in order to assemble and activate a certain artifact, created by Fate in time immemorial. The artifact, apparently, will be able to recount the history of any people that are now part of our story; moreover, it will somehow allow our heroes to see the future, which might help in the fight against Fate. However, even Nexhawk doesn't know what future exactly is going to be shown. Thanatos categorically refuses, claiming that the book has been under Diyadian jurisdiction since the second era. Alixenus, on the other hand, thinks that, unless someone has a better plan, Nexhawk should keep and use the book. Now, basically, we await for your voice, Sandromin. (Oh, and Nexhawk mentioned that Sandromin's presence will be important during the search.) So that's about it for the summary. P.S. Infine, your thread still didn't make it to the second part of my challenge... You don't have at least half the number of likes of our thread. //End of OOC\\

Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 29	Posted - 2013.05.02 22:12:00 - [1061] - Quote Dravek stood awaiting his turn for payment. Even after the end of the great nation a monetary system was still intact. And Dravek needed his pay to feed his family. "Dravek." The cleric motioned for the young ranger. Dravek walked to the desk. "You get ninety Shill. Any complaint of this file it with your superior. Any complaints with that and you are on your own. Have a nice day." The cleric hadn't even looked up when he slid the small bag of coin to Dravek. With a grumble of dissatisfaction and a shake of the head Dravek pocketed the coins. He made two Flori last pay. Nearly twice this. And certainly not enough to keep his brothers and sisters with food this week. Dravek felt the first drops of rain fall onto his head. He flipped his hood up, much like frost. However unlike frost Dravek didn't keep his hood up like an anti social thief, nor did he wrap a scarf around his face. But Dravek didn't dislike frost. Quite the contrary actually, frost was probably Darvek's. he had lost count of how many times frost had saved him from getting stomped to a flesh pulp of fresh meat. And it was always because Dravek ran his mouth off. The rain was pouring now. The dirt streets of the tent city were quickly turning to mud. The squelch of hundreds of people walking around was a welcome sound. It meant that everyone was still alive and kicking. Or in the least alive. Dravek made it to the medium sized tent his family called home. Dravek yelled in greeting before he entered the tent. Everyone was there all seven of his brothers and sisters. The youngest being five and the oldest being Dravek at nineteen and four months. The next oldest was sixteen With every age in between, almost. The youngest children rushed to their eldest brother gathering around him asking questions about being a ranger, what it was like, if saw a dragon, if he killed the dragon and if he had "shaken" anything. The usual slew of questions, which always made Dravek laugh to himself. He started to talking about his trip. The youngest listened intently while the others went about their own duties. As Dravek spoke about the battle on the hill all of the children began to listen. The youngest Emna, spoke up. "Did you get hurt? Are you okay?" "No, I was under a table with Aegis. He got his in the shoulder with an arrow but you've all seen him. The mans a walking tree." The oldest, Hermus, an athletic looking teen spoke up. "So you were hiding?" "No I was getting shot at and was in cover. One of the new guys was hiding though." "And what happened to him?" "He got hit with a shaker. " Hermus looked ashamed. But Dravek knew why his brother was trying to belittle him. He regretted the decision that lead to his brothers disdain for him, but what had happened, happened. The other children started to become restless. As much as they loved their brother's stories, they were still children and children, no matter what the story had to move around. One by one the young children lost interest and ran off. Dravek, sat for a while watching his family, their mother had died years ago. And their father, who Dravek thought of a a sack of filth and scum personified into a body of flesh, fat and bone, had left after Darvek's dear mothers passing. The children were real actively well off. They all had food twice a day, Dravek included (although he could eat three times a day, being a ranger. He chose to eat as much or less than his family.) but this week, money and food would be tight. "Brother?" Uilia, the oldest daughter of fifteen called to Dravek. "How much money did you get from the cleric? We're running low on food and medicine." Dravek sighed. He knew about the food, but not the medicine. He'd have to use his ranger supplies for the next month. Oh well, Grandis would probably loan Dravek some thing if he really needed it. "They gave me ninety shill. Use it for food, I still have some ranger supplied medicine." "Only ninety shill?" Uilia sounded quite down trodden. Dravek nodded. "It could be worse." "I know. But it might get worse before it gets better." "But you are admitting it will get better. Right?" Uilia shrugged. "Right?" She shrugged again. "Come on, you know it'll get better." "I suppose." "You suppose? You can do better than suppose." Uilia started to smile. "See? Already you're smiling! Getting better right now." Uilia nodded with the smile on her face. "Now. I'll be back for supper." Dravek started gathering up his cloak which was still soaked. "Where are you off to?" "I'm off to get medicine." Dravek kissed his sister on the fore head. "Don't leave the tent, it's a storm out right now." "Okay...and Dravek." Uilia added meekly. Dravek looked over his shoulder. "Don't go out to get drunk...please..." Dravek felt guilt in his stomach. She knew. "I promise I won't get drunk, nor come back late." "Alright then. Be careful." "I'm a ranger." Dravek put his hood up. "Careful is what I do." And with that the young ranger exited the tent.
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 13	Posted - 2013.05.02 23:58:00 - [1062] - Quote " I'm not denying you the book. What I am saying is that you may not simply leave with it. You will conduct your business along side the Trinity. You must work with us if you wish to have it. We cannot afford anymore setbacks. I mean, we have only just met and as of now caution is key. We will see how this device works now that time-space is disrupted." Vektor finally responds to Galrick. "Well where do I start? You understand that we Diyadians use iyo both as an energy source, and for alkhemistry correct? It is very useful, however we believe we have not used it to its full potential. We wanted to find a way to directly use it. After years of trying we have been able to... let's say, evolve it. What stands before you is ito. It is exponentially more powerful than iyo, however we can't use it at the moment. It's really fond of breaking down organic life rapidly. We've lost 13 good scientists. You however can use it. We are under the impression that you are in the process of building a vessel that can travel outside of Dustia's atmosphere. We plan to gift you a large amount of ito, with it blueprints of two devices that we encourage you use it with. We also ask that you use it to make your vessel as powerful and efficient as possible. Lord Thanatos' requests were very specific. It would seem he wishes to work closely with the Collective in the future."
Ner'Zul Nexhawk Seraphim Auxiliaries CRONOS. 202	Posted - 2013.05.03 01:08:00 - [1063] - Quote Nexhawk smiled as he weighed the book in his hands. "This is absolutely perfect. It was never in my intentions to venture to the island of Logipriests alone; on the contrary, I would encourage the Trinity to follow me there and witness for yourself the discovery of the second Eye and assembly of the artifact. However, before we travel there, I have knowledge of the location of the last Logipriest, Conyr. Right now he is in Lucia, which is Xavier's kingdom, I believe? In any case, I've been informed of his importance in locating the remaining Eye. What do you say to this?"
Infine Sentinel Better Hide R Die 34	Posted - 2013.05.03 03:23:00 - [1064] - Quote Brutus Pyrus wrote: Dravek stood awaiting his turn for payment. Even after the end of the great nation a monetary system was still intact. And Dravek needed his pay to feed his family. "Dravek." The cleric motioned for the young ranger. Dravek walked to the desk. "You get ninety Shill. Any complaint of this file it with your superior. Any complaints with that and you are on your own. Have a nice day." The cleric hadn't even looked up when he slid the small bag of coin to Dravek. With a grumble of dissatisfaction and a shake of the head Dravek pocketed the coins. He made two Flori last pay. Nearly twice this. And certainly not enough to keep his brothers and sisters with food this week. Dravek felt the first drops of rain fall onto his head. He flipped his hood up, much like frost. However unlike frost Dravek didn't keep his hood up like an anti social thief, nor did he wrap a scarf around his face. But Dravek didn't dislike frost. Quite the contrary actually, frost was probably Darvek's. he had lost count of how many times frost had saved him from getting stomped to a flesh pulp of fresh meat. And it was always because Dravek ran his mouth off. The rain was pouring now. The dirt streets of the tent city were quickly turning to mud. The squelch of hundreds of people walking around was a welcome sound. It meant that everyone was still alive and kicking. Or in the least alive. Dravek made it to the medium sized tent his family called home. Dravek yelled in greeting before he entered the tent. Everyone was there all seven of his brothers and sisters. The youngest being five and the oldest being Dravek at nineteen and four months. The next oldest was sixteen With every age in between, almost. The youngest children rushed to their eldest brother gathering around him asking questions about being a ranger, what it was like, if saw a dragon, if he killed the dragon and if he had "shaken" anything. The usual slew of questions, which always made Dravek laugh to himself. He started to talking about his trip. The youngest listened intently while the others went about their own duties. As Dravek spoke about the battle on the hill all of the children began to listen. The youngest Emna, spoke up. "Did you get hurt? Are you okay?" "No, I was under a table with Aegis. He got his in the shoulder with an arrow but you've all seen him. The mans a walking tree." The oldest, Hermus, an athletic looking teen spoke up. "So you were hiding?" "No I was getting shot at and was in cover. One of the new guys was hiding though." "And what happened to him?" "He got hit with a shaker. " Hermus looked ashamed. But Dravek knew why his brother was trying to belittle him. He regretted the decision that lead to his brothers disdain for him, but what had happened, happened. The other children started to become restless. As much as they loved their brother's stories, they were still children and children, no matter what the story had to move around. One by one the young children lost interest and ran off. Dravek, sat for a while watching his family, their mother had died years ago. And their father, who Dravek thought of a a sack of filth and scum personified into a body of flesh, fat and bone, had left after Darvek's dear mothers passing. The children were real actively well off. They all had food twice a day, Dravek included (although he could eat three times a day, being a ranger. He chose to eat as much or less than his family.) but this week, money and food would be tight. "Brother?" Uilia, the oldest daughter of fifteen called to Dravek. "How much money did you get from the cleric? We're running low on food and medicine." Dravek sighed. He knew about the food, but not the medicine. He'd have to use his ranger supplies for the next month. Oh well, Grandis would probably loan Dravek some thing if he really needed it. "They gave me ninety shill. Use it for food, I still have some ranger supplied medicine." "Only ninety shill?" Uilia sounded quite down trodden. Dravek nodded. "It could be worse." "I know. But it might get worse before it gets better." "But you are admitting it will get better. Right?" Uilia shrugged. "Right?" She shrugged again. "Come on, you know it'll get better." "I suppose." "You suppose? You can do better than suppose." Uilia started to smile. "See? Already you're smiling! Getting better right now." Uilia nodded with the smile on her face. "Now. I'll be back for supper." Dravek started gathering up his cloak which was still soaked. "Where are you off to?" "I'm off to get medicine." Dravek kissed his sister on the fore head. "Don't leave the tent, it's a storm out right now." "Okay...and Dravek." Uilia added meekly. Dravek looked over his shoulder. "Don't go out to get drunk...please..." Dravek felt guilt in his stomach. She knew. "I promise I won't get drunk, nor come back late." "Alright then. Be careful." "I'm a ranger." Dravek put his hood up. "Careful is what I do." And with that the young ranger exited the tent. Wow Brutus you're posted are always so good
General Tiberius1 ZionTCD Unclaimed. 470	Posted - 2013.05.03 03:24:00 - [1065] - Quote this ******* things still alive?!?!? kill it kill it kill it!!!
Infine Sentinel Better Hide R Die 34	Posted - 2013.05.03 03:32:00 - [1066] - Quote General Tiberius1 wrote: this ******* things still alive?!?!? kill it kill it kill it!!! NO! I like this thread!
The all mighty-Bacon Red and Silver Hand Amarr Empire 21	Posted - 2013.05.03 03:32:00 - [1067] - Quote What is you're biding my master?
General Tiberius1 ZionTCD Unclaimed. 471	Posted - 2013.05.03 03:36:00 - [1068] - Quote The all mighty-Bacon wrote: What is you're biding my master? to completly ignore this thread and hope that CCP becomes aware that it's little mmore then a circle jerk (and you're evil to like this sentinal)
The all mighty-Bacon Red and Silver Hand Amarr Empire 21	Posted - 2013.05.03 03:38:00 - [1069] - Quote General Tiberius1 wrote: The all mighty-Bacon wrote: What is you're biding my master? to completly ignore this thread and hope that CCP becomes aware that it's little mmore then a circle jerk (and you're evil to like this sentinal) You're wish is my command my master.
Galrick M'kron Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 71	Posted - 2013.05.03 11:31:00 - [1070] - Quote OOC: @General Tiberius1 If you dislike this thread, you may as well leave. Galrick was intrigued by the proposal. "How much is the energy yield? I would like to compare it to one of our compact hydrogen fusion reactors. How does this "ito" generate energy? It seems to be undergoing rapid atomic decay if my sensors are correct. What are we to do if this runs out mid-voyage? Can it be synthesized from stray hydrogen in space? It seems quite potent, even if its long-term viability is questionable. We deem it..." Galrick paused as he messaged the Hive Mind. "...worth the risk." he concluded after a few seconds.

XxWarlordxX97 Internal Error. Negative-Feedback 1588	Posted - 2013.05.03 15:35:00 - [1071] - Quote Galrick M'kron wrote: OOC: @General Tiberius1 If you dislike this thread, you may as well leave. Galrick was intrigued by the proposal. "How much is the energy yield? I would like to compare it to one of our compact hydrogen fusion reactors. How does this "ito" generate energy? It seems to be undergoing rapid atomic decay if my sensors are correct. What are we to do if this runs out mid-voyage? Can it be synthesized from stray hydrogen in space? It seems quite potent, even if its long-term viability is questionable. We deem it..." Galrick paused as he messaged the Hive Mind. "...worth the risk." he concluded after a few seconds. so if I dislike you then you have to leave, 'leave now'
XxWarlordxX97 Internal Error. Negative-Feedback 1588	Posted - 2013.05.03 15:35:00 - [1072] - Quote Now who has bacon?
Alixenus Omega protection service 39	Posted - 2013.05.03 16:15:00 - [1073] - Quote OOC: Woah! Vyzion, I was only kidding when I was talking about killing off characters. You didn't have to knife yourself and flame Broil Hakyi! It was just a GoT reference, oh what've I done?
Galrick M'kron Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 71	Posted - 2013.05.03 17:35:00 - [1074] - Quote XxWarlordxX97 wrote: Now who has bacon? OOC: People in another thread. Plus, I said "If you dislike this thread, you may as well leave." I didn't say anything about people being disliked leaving.
XxWarlordxX97 Internal Error. Negative-Feedback 1596	Posted - 2013.05.03 17:44:00 - [1075] - Quote Galrick M'kron wrote: XxWarlordxX97 wrote: Now who has bacon? OOC: People in another thread. Plus, I said "If you dislike this thread, you may as well leave." I didn't say anything about people being disliked leaving. Leave now, no bacon then this is a bad thread
Thanatos 716 Isuuaya Tactical Caldari State 13	Posted - 2013.05.03 18:01:00 - [1076] - Quote As a small medical ship extracts Xavier's body. Thanatos reaches into his pocket and takes a bite of his handy pocket-bacon. It helps him calm his nerves during stressful situations...
XxWarlordxX97 Internal Error. Negative-Feedback 1600	Posted - 2013.05.03 18:04:00 - [1077] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: As a small medical ship extracts Xavier's body. Thanatos reaches into his pocket and takes a bite of his handy pocket-bacon. It helps him calm his nerves during stressful situations... with bacon this thread is not so boring
Brutus Pyrus Forty-Nine Fedayeen Minmatar Republic 30	Posted - 2013.05.03 19:40:00 - [1078] - Quote (Ooc) why so many haters? I mean really. We don't go on your threads smack talking your ideas. Maybe you don't like the thread but for god's sake stop spamming this one with all your hater talk. Also bacon is godlike.(ooc)
Galrick M'kron Sand Mercenary Corps Inc. 71	Posted - 2013.05.04 08:30:00 - [1079] - Quote Thanatos 716 wrote: As a small medical ship extracts Xavier's body. Thanatos reaches into his pocket and takes a bite of his handy pocket-bacon. It helps him calm his nerves during stressful situations... OOC: Thanatos, NOOOOOoooooo!.. Don't join the dark side! Plus, reply to all the conversations you're currently in.
Vyzion Eyri The Southern Legion RISE of LEGION 585	Posted - 2013.05.04 13:44:00 - [1080] - Quote OOC: No worries, peoples. No one has 'died', essentially. Except myself. I definitely killed myself with the knife. _ Conyr lay there, holding his breath but unaware he was doing so, staring at the white world. It was boundless and cold, and all he could see was white. Pure white. He tried to move a leg, but he couldn't. An arm, but it wouldn't. He felt no pain, had no thirst, the hunger pangs which were creeping up on him in that cave- and that was when Conyr tried to draw breathe, and failed. And then his body went into panic mode. Which way was air, when he couldn't move and everything was white? Which way was relief for his aching lungs? He clenched his fists and curled his toes, and felt the icy cold substance which surrounded him grit against his palm and foot. Snow? I'm underneath snow? And then he lost conscience. - He's shivering. I can hear his teeth chatter, but still he plays in the snow. "Come on, Conyr. It's time to go." I was crouching on a fallen log, buried up to my ankles in snow, watching my son make snow angels, giggling uncontrollably, his laughter punctuated by the rackety breaths he takes as the snow seeps through the warmth of his enjoyment. I sighed, and leaned over him, throwing him up into the air and catching him by the ankles. I grunted as he squealed in delight; he was heavier now. His fourth winter and his fourth birthday. It was the only reason I let him out in the first place. Throwing him over my shoulder, I traipsed back to the village. My breath sent clouds of steam into the air, and I felt Conyr's own irregular, shivery breathing tickling my back. "Snow is soft, Conyr. Snow is pure. Snow is so innocent and beautiful." My son remained silent; his favourite response. "But its sparkling, silken quality disguises treachery." The forest was silent; the sun gave life, and without it life hid. I leapt from fallen log to rocky outcrop to another log, looking for the telltale sharp edges in the snow which gave away the safe path, the stepping stones. "It enchants you,",and here I jumped onto a rock, "it seduces you", now an empty patch of ground, "and when you least expect it..." I hop onto a patch of snow and quickly leap off, onto a low branch. I pick Conyr up off my shoulders, formed a snowball with my other hand from the snow on the branch and hand it to him. "Throw it at the spot I just jumped off." He did. The snowball arced through the air, as silent as a swooping owl, and hit the patch of snow with a muffled thump. Silence... then the whole patch, weakened by mine and Conyr's weight, caved in with a 'swooosh-thump', and revealed the pit it had disguised. - Conyr opened his eyes, and once again he was in the white world. Without thinking, he sat up. Swooosh-thump. The snow covering him fell off his body. He was sitting on top of a Lucian mountain, with a strange voice in his head. "Snow is devious, Conyr. It wraps you up like a blanket, and you want to lie in it forever. But keep this in mind, dear boy. Blankets are thrown off come dawn." And he knew it was his father speaking. So it was half buried in snow, on top of the world, that Conyr found himself crying tears which froze as they fell from his warm cheeks, crying in and because of solitude.



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