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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 9:06 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 8:09 pm
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Without shifting his gaze from the mountain top in front of him, Pedrius knew that D'artra was milling something over. Just trying to muster the courage to ask some possible redunant question. Yet when she spoke, he could not help but sigh.
"There are two things about you that I have jsut learnt. One, you have sent to long in this Realm. And two, the person that educated you on such matters is an idiot."
After that, Pedrius did not say anything. Instead he stopped walking and turned his gaze slightly. There was a moving energy signature, big and evil. But not big enough for Pedrius to handle. Yet with it's current speed, he would not reach it's current location in time to engage it. Shrugging, Pedrius continued in his orginal direction.
"Back home, I can walk. You can walk. All of the players can walk. If you were not able to walk in the real world, then you have sent too much time here. This place, this reality, did not always exist. It was created by a crazy scientist in the early 5th century. We have him to thank for everything. You have him to thank for Coursabal and this place to hide from what is really troubling you back home. Yet, despite what life is like back home, you have to go home and face the problems head on. Otherwise..."
Pedrius stopped talking. He had already said too much. No doubt her until world was just shattered.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:27 am
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Pedrius smirked. It had been a while since anyone mentioned the first or even hinted at not being able to return home. For a moment, Pedrius contemplated sending her home right now, with the right blow on the right spot. But he restrained himself. The urge to kill would be released soon. Yet, not soon enough.
"Ah, age old Magnus. The demi god himself. Most important players have a run in with him at least once, if we are lucky. And if we are lucky, we even get to fight him. Man, I must be about 26 years since our last encounter. I lost, of course, but I was fun."
Pedrius stopped and looked at D'artra. At her silver hair. Her dark shifting rodes. Her black eyes. If ever Pedrius knew someone needed to go home, it was her.
"And it would be just like Magnus not to give clear instructions on how to get home. It does not matter if you know where you come from or if you want to get home, you have to re-enter your body. If not, your body dies and you end up like him. Trapped forever between the two worlds. He proberly said that you just have to wish yourself home, but that does not work. Death is the only real way. Not just death of the body. But death of the mind. Your mind has to be removed from this worlds body. That is why when I kill players, I go for the thraot."
Pedrius reached out his right hand and lightly poked D'artra in the throat. Slowly retracting his hand, he quickly stiffened up. The big evil energy signature was on the move again. This time it was heading towards the base camp. Quickly, Pedrius cast a similar but dark spell on his cloak. The dull grey matterial quickly became black demonic wings. He extended his left hand towards D'artra.
"If you want my help in returning to your body, then take my hand and come with me. If you want to stay here with the dogs and that druckard and use the power of this place to remain alive, then walk away. The choice is yours, make it now!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 10:27 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 4:45 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 8:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 4:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 8:15 am
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Pedrius could tell from the look in her eyes that she was ready. Quickly, he let go over her and backflipped into action. His backflip was more of a backwards dive straight at the ground below. As he fly down, Pedrius continued to pump his wing furiosly inorder to gather momentum. To gather speed. From the fricton of the air particles, his armour started to become super heated and yet he still continued to pump his wings. Pedrius had turned himself into a missle.
With great force and energy, Pedrius made contact with the ground below. The heat that was gathered in the armour acted as the spark for the explosion stock pile at the center of Pedrius' landing zone. Flames and shrapnel rocketed forward. When Pedrius made contract with the ground, it shook. From the epicenter, the earth appeared to rise up like a wave and ripple outwards. The ground troops were caught of guard. Some of first casualites was from shock rather then being hit by something.
As the ash, dust and other assorted fragments started to settle, Pedrius slowly arose from the crater. The red glow from his armour slowly fading back to it's pitch black. His sword, still the same as before, was held tightly in his left hand and he surveyed for any potential threats. At first there seemed to be none.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:17 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 10:10 pm
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