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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 4:30 pm
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Vence clowered his head, weighing his chances to win. His chances were very slim, that much was certain. He was at a disadvantage more than the rest, as he was human. Everyone was better than him in speed and strength.
"I won't deny now that I do have pride. There's the pride that everyone has, the little that is not sinful to hold for yourself. But the pride that is shown openly to others, the boastful kind in particular, is the kind that is the cause for sin."
He walked over to the window, showing no signs of violent intent. In fact, he was quite calm now. Strange, when he was facing his imminent death. He watched as the drow and the elves fought, locked in combat that showed no signs of ending. Similar to his case.
"Pride and denial of it. That is what I see when I look at this scene. I have to ask, though I know you will not answer me truthfully, what is your weakness? You say you are immortal, but even the gods have their weaknesses. To coin the term of immortal for yourself simply means you cannot die by any normal means. My blade is useless, the source of much of my pride. What then can I do, but nothing?"
Vence turned back to face Pride.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 5:43 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 7:25 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 1:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 5:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 5:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 5:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 8:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 7:40 am
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Athanlor cried outa nd stagered back, his arm jerking and going numb form the nerve attack. "Heh, you know I cannot. I have never killed someone, and I do not intend to begin now. Besides, you are immortal - there is no way i can kill you."
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Craban snarled and charged at him, slashing out with his knives every time. "I.Am.NOT.A.Murderer!" he yelled, his sensibility cast to the side for the moment.
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Veleth stared at him. "What? no- I..." He gripped his sword and ran to join Renten in fighting back Dontie. "He'll die!" He said to Renten. "He can't fight!" If That demon wins, we both die anyway. "I won't let you." His headache increwased and he was momentarily blinded by the pressure of it, he half crouched, lamely bringing hsi sowrd up to protect hismelf while he was vulnerable. Let me fight, Veleth! Something shifted and he opened his eyes again. He looked over at Renten and spoke, but his voice - while obviously of the same vocal nature- was completly different in how it was addressed. there was something less arrogant and agressive in it. He shivered with the exertion. "Let me out."
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