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''Mhm..'' he mumbled.
''I do not know if Psion would do this, as his mind is far less predictable then the minds of the other Gods..''
''But for now, I suggest you do nothing and wait.''
''I do not know if Psion would do this, as his mind is far less predictable then the minds of the other Gods..''
''But for now, I suggest you do nothing and wait.''
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"I would let you come any time, Khuqua," Jeerax said. "As for how it works, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. I sell things, not bother with how they work. However, once this war tides over we could get Psion to look at it. I have no doubt he would be able to figure something out."
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OOC: Ummm... errr... Methuselah (or his avater, depending on where you are) just appeared wherever Jeerax is...
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Khuqua smiled.
"I doubt that he can.
Anyways, the sphere is yours to take.
I hope you will have use of it."
With those words, Khuqua noticed Methuselah.
"Met... What the bloody blade are you doing here!?"
"I doubt that he can.
Anyways, the sphere is yours to take.
I hope you will have use of it."
With those words, Khuqua noticed Methuselah.
"Met... What the bloody blade are you doing here!?"
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Inside the temple.
Methos was passing the tests of the 1st level. Their 10 total levels each getting harder and harder. His time sight was fading and a vision hit him for the last time. It was a huge demonic being filled with power that rivaled upper god's. He knew this monster, for he fought for it and angst it. It power undiminished and a figure right besides it. His blackened wings and scythe rose to meet a god in red armor. His friend's flails were ripe with blood and a darker anger was felt. The Unnamed was very angry with his shadowed minion. The black winged man took of his hood to show a skeleton. Methos stood there, in the very spot where his son was. "How dare you use the bones of Methos, your father, to help the Primordial. Do you even have a heart, well do you." The god of war was wounded, the blood flowing thought his armor. "No, I do not. Now, face his wrath." The skeleton rose and a battle insured. In the end, an ghost appeared, took over the toy and stopped it's attack. "Kill me, I will meet you in time. Just kill the link." The skeletal figure crumbled after the god's last attack. Methos was snapped back to his own time. He had to face his own fears, he entered the next level.
Methos was passing the tests of the 1st level. Their 10 total levels each getting harder and harder. His time sight was fading and a vision hit him for the last time. It was a huge demonic being filled with power that rivaled upper god's. He knew this monster, for he fought for it and angst it. It power undiminished and a figure right besides it. His blackened wings and scythe rose to meet a god in red armor. His friend's flails were ripe with blood and a darker anger was felt. The Unnamed was very angry with his shadowed minion. The black winged man took of his hood to show a skeleton. Methos stood there, in the very spot where his son was. "How dare you use the bones of Methos, your father, to help the Primordial. Do you even have a heart, well do you." The god of war was wounded, the blood flowing thought his armor. "No, I do not. Now, face his wrath." The skeleton rose and a battle insured. In the end, an ghost appeared, took over the toy and stopped it's attack. "Kill me, I will meet you in time. Just kill the link." The skeletal figure crumbled after the god's last attack. Methos was snapped back to his own time. He had to face his own fears, he entered the next level.
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Jeerax was pondering how to move the large globe when Methuselah appeared out of nowhere. Jeerax was caught off-guard for a moment, but still managed a polite greeting.
"Hail, Methuselah. What brings you here?"
OOC:
World Is Flat, you just became my favorite person on this RP. Your name does not, unlike all the other funky god names, send my spell-check into a frenzy of evil red lines!
"Hail, Methuselah. What brings you here?"
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World Is Flat, you just became my favorite person on this RP. Your name does not, unlike all the other funky god names, send my spell-check into a frenzy of evil red lines!
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OOC: lol your welcome.
Methuselah smiled. "Greetings jeerax, Greetings Khuqua." he said with a smile. "as you well know, i am very powerful. and i have some very powerful tools at my disposal. I have come to you, Jeerax, with an offer that could improve you trading capeabities ten fold. and you, Khuqua, it is luck that you are here, i also have a job for you. and the reward would be astronomical. Forge me a new sickle of time. i will gve you a large amount of my power to imbue into it... what say both of you?" he asked. ending his proposition on a light note.
Methuselah smiled. "Greetings jeerax, Greetings Khuqua." he said with a smile. "as you well know, i am very powerful. and i have some very powerful tools at my disposal. I have come to you, Jeerax, with an offer that could improve you trading capeabities ten fold. and you, Khuqua, it is luck that you are here, i also have a job for you. and the reward would be astronomical. Forge me a new sickle of time. i will gve you a large amount of my power to imbue into it... what say both of you?" he asked. ending his proposition on a light note.
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"That's quite blunt."
Khuqua grunted, wearing his usual emotional mask.
"I'm not a man that works for the reward, unless the reward can help my work."
Khuqua grunted, wearing his usual emotional mask.
"I'm not a man that works for the reward, unless the reward can help my work."
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"What do you want then? I have much... And yes i am being blunt because there is no tiem for plesantries. I need to act now to secure a strong foothold it what is going on here. Would you take celetial power? i could offer you some of my power, in exchange for the new sickle!"
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Khuqua smiled coldly.
"That sounds like a very good bargain.
But, whose side are you on in this battle?"
Khuqua grunted.
"And DON'T tell me you don't know what i'm talking about."
"That sounds like a very good bargain.
But, whose side are you on in this battle?"
Khuqua grunted.
"And DON'T tell me you don't know what i'm talking about."
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"I am my own side. Khuqua. I am my own side. and i would suggest you join me." he gave a short brief laugh.
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Khuqua's mask cracked, and he let out a hearty laugh.
"That is too late, Methuselah. But by the molten core of this goddamned globe, it's good to see you!"
Khuqua walked over to his forge.
"Sickle you say? You better have the celestical power ready.
This thing isn't going to be cheap."
"That is too late, Methuselah. But by the molten core of this goddamned globe, it's good to see you!"
Khuqua walked over to his forge.
"Sickle you say? You better have the celestical power ready.
This thing isn't going to be cheap."
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"Yes my sicke. My powerful sickle of time!" he said. as if it was very important.
He raised his hand and a powerful jolt of energy ran into Khuqua. "Theres personal payment. ues that power wisley. and here," he continued, laying out a large orb."is the power to put into the sickle. I want it about twenty feet tall by twenty feet wide. and the handle should be about five or six feet...
He raised his hand and a powerful jolt of energy ran into Khuqua. "Theres personal payment. ues that power wisley. and here," he continued, laying out a large orb."is the power to put into the sickle. I want it about twenty feet tall by twenty feet wide. and the handle should be about five or six feet...
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Within temple Reventide...
It is time Elwynn, Jontun whispered and Elwynn did as Jontun commanded and lay down upon the altar as the three leaders gathered around her. The rest of the Shadows began chanting the “Chant of Sacrifice” as the three leaders spoke the words of the summoning.
Elwynn’s body starts to levitate and a bright cyan light breaks out for her mouth and eyes as Ophelia enters her mortal body. The first youngest Shade approaches the altar, as Ophelia’s avatar, Elwynn, arises from the altar. The Shade bows down before his goddess as she gently grasps his right shoulder. She grapples a claw of a dragon and carefully punctures the side of his throat and begins to siphon his blood. After a couple of seconds, she stops, heals the small wound on his throat as the next Shade follows him.
After hours of draining, one person remains, the Sovereign. Jontun bows down before Ophelia just like the rest of the Shadows before him, and Ophelia carries out her deed. This completes “The Sacrifice”; the leader, the last follower has been drained. Ophelia could feel how the new power flow inside of her, not in a long time have she felt this kind of power. She knew it, her powers had grown significantly and it was time to leave the vessel. She bided Elwynn goodbye as she left her mortal body and left for the Plane of Souls.
She was on her way to prove the gods that she had grown; no longer would they look upon her as a demon. The other deities would have to accept her, as she now was a part of their hierarchy.
But it had taken time, for millenniums she has been seeking for ways to increase her powers, to grow into a goddess herself. And now, after millenniums of harvesting, she was now what she had longed for, a pure goddess. She could now claim realms of her own, but she knew it would be hard, as she was a very lesser deity compared to the many others.
She just realized that she had to learn how to treat the other gods, whom she should trust and fear. A lot of questions were running through her mind as she thought about it. Never before had she done that and suddenly she wondered why she ever had wanted this. She knew nothing about the other deities and their motivations, and part from that, she had never battled one before. This made her shiver in fear, how would they greet her? Would they accept her or slay her on sight? She understood that they had great powers, because she had seen how they were able to manipulate the many mortals of the world, no matter what race they were.
As she reached her residence in the Planes of Souls she was overflowing with the thoughts regarding the gods and for the first time in centuries she felt fear.
As she entered her forgotten chamber, she noticed something in the reflections of her mirrors. Her thoughts went blank. She approached it and saw a clear face of a drow, with a beautiful character. It wasn’t as tormented as it used to be and she could see how her spectral aspect had somewhat faded. She was still levitating, and her banshee aspects were still dominating her lower body, but she could feel and see the form of two gorgeous legs taking form. She was shocked by the transformation. She hadn’t seen this body in a long time; it was the body of a long and forgotten archenemy that her beloved Anora once slew. This vessel belonged to the beautiful spirit of Kassina, a Spirit of Valour. She understood why this character appeared in her, because when Anora slew Kassina, Ophelia possessed the spirits body. Ophelia did this because beauty was something her demon form didn’t possess, but as she was a demon, her origin wouldn’t let her travel in this vessel. But now, as she was transforming, she understood that the greater will of her mind formed her character and as she loved her own character, as well as the vessel of Kassina, it would be the outcome of something in-between.
As she regained her consciousness she was filled with the fear of the gods once again. But she knew what she had to do. She had to contact one of the greater deities and ask for guidance, because without guidance, she wouldn’t be able to make use of her new powers, which she knew nothing about. Was she still a harvester of revenge or was she something greater now?
It is time Elwynn, Jontun whispered and Elwynn did as Jontun commanded and lay down upon the altar as the three leaders gathered around her. The rest of the Shadows began chanting the “Chant of Sacrifice” as the three leaders spoke the words of the summoning.
Elwynn’s body starts to levitate and a bright cyan light breaks out for her mouth and eyes as Ophelia enters her mortal body. The first youngest Shade approaches the altar, as Ophelia’s avatar, Elwynn, arises from the altar. The Shade bows down before his goddess as she gently grasps his right shoulder. She grapples a claw of a dragon and carefully punctures the side of his throat and begins to siphon his blood. After a couple of seconds, she stops, heals the small wound on his throat as the next Shade follows him.
After hours of draining, one person remains, the Sovereign. Jontun bows down before Ophelia just like the rest of the Shadows before him, and Ophelia carries out her deed. This completes “The Sacrifice”; the leader, the last follower has been drained. Ophelia could feel how the new power flow inside of her, not in a long time have she felt this kind of power. She knew it, her powers had grown significantly and it was time to leave the vessel. She bided Elwynn goodbye as she left her mortal body and left for the Plane of Souls.
She was on her way to prove the gods that she had grown; no longer would they look upon her as a demon. The other deities would have to accept her, as she now was a part of their hierarchy.
But it had taken time, for millenniums she has been seeking for ways to increase her powers, to grow into a goddess herself. And now, after millenniums of harvesting, she was now what she had longed for, a pure goddess. She could now claim realms of her own, but she knew it would be hard, as she was a very lesser deity compared to the many others.
She just realized that she had to learn how to treat the other gods, whom she should trust and fear. A lot of questions were running through her mind as she thought about it. Never before had she done that and suddenly she wondered why she ever had wanted this. She knew nothing about the other deities and their motivations, and part from that, she had never battled one before. This made her shiver in fear, how would they greet her? Would they accept her or slay her on sight? She understood that they had great powers, because she had seen how they were able to manipulate the many mortals of the world, no matter what race they were.
As she reached her residence in the Planes of Souls she was overflowing with the thoughts regarding the gods and for the first time in centuries she felt fear.
As she entered her forgotten chamber, she noticed something in the reflections of her mirrors. Her thoughts went blank. She approached it and saw a clear face of a drow, with a beautiful character. It wasn’t as tormented as it used to be and she could see how her spectral aspect had somewhat faded. She was still levitating, and her banshee aspects were still dominating her lower body, but she could feel and see the form of two gorgeous legs taking form. She was shocked by the transformation. She hadn’t seen this body in a long time; it was the body of a long and forgotten archenemy that her beloved Anora once slew. This vessel belonged to the beautiful spirit of Kassina, a Spirit of Valour. She understood why this character appeared in her, because when Anora slew Kassina, Ophelia possessed the spirits body. Ophelia did this because beauty was something her demon form didn’t possess, but as she was a demon, her origin wouldn’t let her travel in this vessel. But now, as she was transforming, she understood that the greater will of her mind formed her character and as she loved her own character, as well as the vessel of Kassina, it would be the outcome of something in-between.
As she regained her consciousness she was filled with the fear of the gods once again. But she knew what she had to do. She had to contact one of the greater deities and ask for guidance, because without guidance, she wouldn’t be able to make use of her new powers, which she knew nothing about. Was she still a harvester of revenge or was she something greater now?
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After listening to Methuselah's explanation, Khuqua started on the work.
He felt the new power that had been granted to him go throughout his veins.
"Hrm. Good stuff we've got here Methuselah."
Then suddenly, he stopped.
"There's a new pressence among us."
OOC: Eh... are you sure you don't mean "Scythe"?
He felt the new power that had been granted to him go throughout his veins.
"Hrm. Good stuff we've got here Methuselah."
Then suddenly, he stopped.
"There's a new pressence among us."
OOC: Eh... are you sure you don't mean "Scythe"?
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Gilzarra keep walking through the Plane of Eternal Combat, seeking Sharuk to answer his questions about the Primordial. Unfortunately, he doesn't know where Sharuk is, and is forced to ask the "locals" for directions. "Uh... I'm sorry...", Gilzarra asked to a passing Ogre. "Can you tell me where the God of War is?".
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OOC: Awesome. I suggest you go visit Sharuk, as the others are kinda in their RP now. ^^
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I'll do that, as soon as Gyro shows up
I'll do that, as soon as Gyro shows up
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OOC: So... Can anyone "control" the Ogre? Or maybe I should wait for Gyro?
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OOC: Wait for gyro. :S
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IC:
The ogre turned towards the god of nature with a strange grin on his face, spectral dust seeping from its skin. "Look for tower! There Sharûk, master of blood and battle, resides!" The ogre pointed towards an incredibly tall tower, gleaming in the dim sunlight which shone on its iron surface.
OOC: Some more stuff to get some action here.
IC:
The Primeval opened his eyes. He had been awake since the disappearance of the Upper God, but now he could se his prison. It was a vast cave, terribly dark and cold. He was chained. Chains attached all over his body, gleaming in the phosphorous glow that lit the room. It was celestium chains, forged by the forgemaster at the very moment of imprisonement. That, however, was not going to last, the Primeval could feel power streaming through his body. He sent out a mental message to the demonlords, summoning them to him. It was time to make a move.
The ogre turned towards the god of nature with a strange grin on his face, spectral dust seeping from its skin. "Look for tower! There Sharûk, master of blood and battle, resides!" The ogre pointed towards an incredibly tall tower, gleaming in the dim sunlight which shone on its iron surface.
OOC: Some more stuff to get some action here.
IC:
The Primeval opened his eyes. He had been awake since the disappearance of the Upper God, but now he could se his prison. It was a vast cave, terribly dark and cold. He was chained. Chains attached all over his body, gleaming in the phosphorous glow that lit the room. It was celestium chains, forged by the forgemaster at the very moment of imprisonement. That, however, was not going to last, the Primeval could feel power streaming through his body. He sent out a mental message to the demonlords, summoning them to him. It was time to make a move.
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Suddenly, a large inferno appeared in front of the Primeval, filled with rage and war, the cries for blood and the terrible rage.
A demon as large as a tower appeared, with in his right hand a great burning sword, his face hidden by a great shadow and in his left hand a big green flame, burning.
This demon was Amador, the former God of War.. He had been banished by Sharuk, and joined the Primeval in a terrible hate.
He opened his mouth, and a terrible gas came out of it.
''I live to serve the Lord of All..'' he said, bowing down before the Primeval.
OOC: Do you like my idea about him being the former God of War?
A demon as large as a tower appeared, with in his right hand a great burning sword, his face hidden by a great shadow and in his left hand a big green flame, burning.
This demon was Amador, the former God of War.. He had been banished by Sharuk, and joined the Primeval in a terrible hate.
He opened his mouth, and a terrible gas came out of it.
''I live to serve the Lord of All..'' he said, bowing down before the Primeval.
OOC: Do you like my idea about him being the former God of War?
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OOC
I love that idea
The most of you would have your equal, and that would be awesome!
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Ophelia knew who dominated the realm she lived in, Mehtos. But she knew nothing of his power, but she understood that a god that controlled a whole realm must possess great power.
She feared that he wouldn’t welcome a demon god, but as her options where limited, she decided to give it a try.
Outside Methos temple…
She appeared outside his great temple. She noticed that the souls that surrounded the temple were upset, but for what reason she did not know.
She carefully approached the temples great doors, thinking to herself:
”This temple is heavily guarded, surely someone will notice me here..?”
Ophelia entered a levitation state and started to meditate as she waited for someone to either engage or greet her.
She hoped to meet Methos himself, but any god would do and the Planes of Souls was dealing with a great war at the time being. So Methos would probably not be able to speak to her in person.
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OOC
I know, I’m kind of “dominating” this part, ‘cause I really want to speak to the God of War!
But you would be so kind to greet me SoL, Methos isn’t needed, but a “butler/servant” or anything would do!
I love that idea
The most of you would have your equal, and that would be awesome!
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IC
Ophelia knew who dominated the realm she lived in, Mehtos. But she knew nothing of his power, but she understood that a god that controlled a whole realm must possess great power.
She feared that he wouldn’t welcome a demon god, but as her options where limited, she decided to give it a try.
Outside Methos temple…
She appeared outside his great temple. She noticed that the souls that surrounded the temple were upset, but for what reason she did not know.
She carefully approached the temples great doors, thinking to herself:
”This temple is heavily guarded, surely someone will notice me here..?”
Ophelia entered a levitation state and started to meditate as she waited for someone to either engage or greet her.
She hoped to meet Methos himself, but any god would do and the Planes of Souls was dealing with a great war at the time being. So Methos would probably not be able to speak to her in person.
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OOC
I know, I’m kind of “dominating” this part, ‘cause I really want to speak to the God of War!
But you would be so kind to greet me SoL, Methos isn’t needed, but a “butler/servant” or anything would do!
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OOC: @Fussiler1: Ingenious, though I am more powerful ^^!
IC:
The Primeval lifted a hand in approval and spoke. "I see that you, at least, serve me faithfully after all these years. The former god of war is a worthy servant indeed. I do wish that the lords of trickery and murder, and that the lady of revenge still was with us." As he spoke, two gloomy, shadowy demons appared in front of him, each carrying a wicked dagger glowing in dim, green light. "We are at your side, Almighty One!" They both said at the same time. They were the twin assassins, the lords of trickery and murder, Arezh and Surezh.
OOC: Seems like I'll rp the Primeval in addition to Sharûk.
IC:
The Primeval lifted a hand in approval and spoke. "I see that you, at least, serve me faithfully after all these years. The former god of war is a worthy servant indeed. I do wish that the lords of trickery and murder, and that the lady of revenge still was with us." As he spoke, two gloomy, shadowy demons appared in front of him, each carrying a wicked dagger glowing in dim, green light. "We are at your side, Almighty One!" They both said at the same time. They were the twin assassins, the lords of trickery and murder, Arezh and Surezh.
OOC: Seems like I'll rp the Primeval in addition to Sharûk.
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OOC:I guess I could try to join thought I only know the basics of what is happening and sorry if I just ninja posted on Sol's moment..........
The gates of the mighty temple open up to reveal a wicked and dark cloaked figure. This figure is draped in red cloth so red that is as if it was painted in blood of a thousand mortals.The figure start to approach in a quick movement like he was floating "Why are you here Lady of revenge?"
The gates of the mighty temple open up to reveal a wicked and dark cloaked figure. This figure is draped in red cloth so red that is as if it was painted in blood of a thousand mortals.The figure start to approach in a quick movement like he was floating "Why are you here Lady of revenge?"
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OOC: i meant sickle. my god is based of the greek titan kronos. the titan of time, and father of the gods.
"new presence among us?" he questioned, looking around the room. his mental energies hunting throught every crack...
"new presence among us?" he questioned, looking around the room. his mental energies hunting throught every crack...
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A man with branch like wings appeared. "Ah, friends of my family." He bowed with his wing folded. "Now, I need you to lead the army as generals. My father is gone for a while but he will be back."
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OOC:Sol who you talking to since I just approached her and Arow hasn't replayed.
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OOC: You two.
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OOC:Very well also note Abaddon speaks to Leviticus as if they were equal for he dose not respect him he respects Methos.
As the cloaked figure speaks you start to feel a little calmer for his voice sounds evil yet a clam sound as if the devils forked tongue was at work. "Why are you here Leviticus don't you have more important matters? A master of death can't always leave his home if someone wishes to speak they have duty's they must follow."
As the cloaked figure speaks you start to feel a little calmer for his voice sounds evil yet a clam sound as if the devils forked tongue was at work. "Why are you here Leviticus don't you have more important matters? A master of death can't always leave his home if someone wishes to speak they have duty's they must follow."
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"My duties allow for such things. I have a task for the both of you. Will you heard it out?" His tone was like his fathers, death like.
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Angered by how Leviticus seem to act like he owned him. Abaddon started to clench his fist and get more stiff as if he were about to kill someone "And what might that be!!....." His anger started to die out.
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"Your task will give you joy. Find and Kill the Lost Keepers."
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Abaddon starts to calm down and starts to think of the ways he will kill this so called keeper. "How will I kill such a keeper and where will he be?"
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"Thanks for the answer. May Sharuk bless you in all of your battles". After saying thanks, Gilzarra walked on to the tower pointed by the Ogre, with thousands of questions swirling in his head.
"Thanks for the answer. May Sharuk bless you in all of your battles". After saying thanks, Gilzarra walked on to the tower pointed by the Ogre, with thousands of questions swirling in his head.
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OOC: I don't believe Kronos was a Titan of Time.
Amador smiled, a devillish grin, full of sadistic hate.
As he slowly rose, he opened his mouth for a question.
''When shall we kill the Gods..?'' he asked slowly.
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He actually was the Titan of time go google it GOOGLE IT!!!!!!.......
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"Three must die. They guard realms we need. The Metal Paladin, The Name Weaver and The Master of the body are your targets. Find their weakness and kill those three. Now on to you, my dear. You must rally your troops and lead my old world army."
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OOC: It says nothing. -_-'.
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OOC: Look under Mythos Cronus. It the same person just with K.
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Chronos
Sorry for the late response, I forgot to write "Good Night" :S
(Swedish time here, +1)
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Ophelia was confused, just a second ago the red-cloaked man had spoken to her and now the other man was asking her for a favour.
Yet lost in her on mind, she decided to land softly on the ground and speak to the men.
"I'm Ophelia, whom might you be?"
Ophelia bowed and didn't wait for an answer.
"I'm here, seeking guidance, and I wish to speak to the gods of this realm."
Ophelia said this in a careful way, as she feared that she might anger them.
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OOC
Ooh... That's corny...
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Sorry for the late response, I forgot to write "Good Night" :S
(Swedish time here, +1)
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IC
Ophelia was confused, just a second ago the red-cloaked man had spoken to her and now the other man was asking her for a favour.
Yet lost in her on mind, she decided to land softly on the ground and speak to the men.
"I'm Ophelia, whom might you be?"
Ophelia bowed and didn't wait for an answer.
"I'm here, seeking guidance, and I wish to speak to the gods of this realm."
Ophelia said this in a careful way, as she feared that she might anger them.
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OOC
Ooh... That's corny...
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"No! Not like that! A new etinity has entered our ranks."
Khuqua said with a concerned look.
Khuqua said with a concerned look.
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Methuselah seemed to struggle with that for a momnet and then... "hmmm... things are going from bad to worse. here, if you make my sickle with all of your skill and power, i will not only do my best to getting you as close to being a lesser deity as i can, but i will aslo give you a lifetime supply of voidstone! also, i would like you to forge my blade out of celestium, with voidstone heavily mixed in." he continued, looking concerned. "i have business to attend to. so you must hurry, yes or no? if yes, i will give you the voidstone and the power and come back for the sickle in a day or two."
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Can we drop that now?
Can we drop that now?
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OOC: I agree, tho Wikipedia says he was portrayed in the Renaissance like that.
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OOC: Still the Primeval.
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The Primeval lifted his hand for silence, then spoke. "Where are Uratesh, lord of plague and Grinnok, lord of slaughter. Where are Shikrul, lord of fear and Minturz, lord of greed?" Arezh and Surezh was those to answer first. "Minturz was slain by Sharûk in a failed attempt to destroy the Iron Tower. Uratesh is probably on his way. And Grinnok is fighting a war against the Archons together with Shikrul." The Primeval looked at the twin demon lords and then said. "It is good to know that chaos, fear and destruction remains, even when I am not there to ensure it. Give me my spear!"
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The Primeval lifted his hand for silence, then spoke. "Where are Uratesh, lord of plague and Grinnok, lord of slaughter. Where are Shikrul, lord of fear and Minturz, lord of greed?" Arezh and Surezh was those to answer first. "Minturz was slain by Sharûk in a failed attempt to destroy the Iron Tower. Uratesh is probably on his way. And Grinnok is fighting a war against the Archons together with Shikrul." The Primeval looked at the twin demon lords and then said. "It is good to know that chaos, fear and destruction remains, even when I am not there to ensure it. Give me my spear!"
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