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Post by Eros on Jan 18, 2006 20:17:49 GMT -5
Eros started to chant slowly. The candle flames got brighter. He chanted faster. The flame started to emit a bright light and begain to grow bigger. Destroying the spell that was implace to protect the book.
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Post by Lidérc on Jan 18, 2006 20:20:41 GMT -5
Picking up a sword she examined it carefully, "A fake," She said nodding towards the selling, "Its not worh anything." She said as she threw the sword down walkinga away.
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Post by Eros on Jan 18, 2006 20:28:06 GMT -5
The arau of white light fill the room. But the black arua started to harden. Getting darker. From behind, the doors burst open. All concentration was lost. The white diminished into the candle.
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Post by Lidérc on Jan 18, 2006 20:36:11 GMT -5
Smiling sweetly at a man she contiuned her way through the market.
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Post by Eros on Jan 18, 2006 20:40:16 GMT -5
He looked behind him. A man was standing there, holding a staff. He punched the staff forward and Eros flew backwards into the wall. He fell to the floor. Eros stood up and slashed the air, saying something in latin. The force struck the man, but it did not cause anything to happen to him. The man then lifted his staff up and just held it out in front of him. A red and black arua started to permiate through the air.
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Post by Lidérc on Jan 18, 2006 20:43:22 GMT -5
((hahah wiazrds remind me of LOTR))
(( you keep going..))
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Post by Eros on Jan 18, 2006 20:48:46 GMT -5
The arua started to fill the room. Eros took the more practical root and charged the man and used his staff to smash it into the man's legs, bringing him to his knees. Eros then in the same instant drew out his dagger he kept in his left boot and brought it down to the man's throat.
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Post by Lidérc on Jan 18, 2006 20:52:13 GMT -5
((i dunno what to do anymore))
Lilia sat down under a tree, having reached the end of the market, and concentrated on the sword in her hands.
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Post by Eros on Jan 18, 2006 20:59:02 GMT -5
((I feel as though I'm just writting a story, so find a way to get back into it.))
"What the hell is your problem? I was in the middle of a spell. What's so special about that book old man?" The man just gave a week smile and said something in his strange dialect. And pushed himself forward onto the knife. Cutting his throat, bleeding out on the floor. The blood drickled down until it reached the protection spell on the ground. And the strange black arua started to turn the color of the blood. Starting at where the blood made impact and started to work its way up and out.
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