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Post by Triyun on Sept 12, 2004 17:15:07 GMT -5
Mablung set off the next morning on horse back towards the red dragon temple once again. He would not ask the dragon instead to forge him a weapon for the coming battle that would be capable of defending his allies without spilling blood.
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Post by Triyun on Sept 13, 2004 19:45:26 GMT -5
Mablung came upon the temple once more dismounting Moonstrider. He looked at the statues of red dragons on each side of the temple. He then kneeled.
“Dragon I request an audience.”
He suddenly found himself at the top of the mountain in the temple.
“I sense you have taken my advice to heart.”
He nodded.
“Yes dragon, I have, I am here to request your right fang?”
“My right fang, explain.”
“Dragon, I have taken an oath not to slay until I can be sure that I slay only the purest of evil in my quest to prove worthy of your strength.”
“Then?”
“I wish to forge a sword from your fang that only destroys that which is purest of evil and purify's though that have good in them.”
“A powerful weapon, I shall grant this. Though I must have something from you in exchange.”
“What is your wish.”
“Your blood. The sword will use this to measure your purity, it will become much more difficult for you to wield and eventually turn on you, the darker it goes.”
Mablung nodded as the dragon disappeared leaving a long fang.
“Your weapon will become stronger the more evil it dispels. However if it intakes evil it will become weaker remember this.”
Mablung nodded bowing his head touching the floor with his forehead taking the fang. He then headed off from the temple heading towards the fishing village he came originally, he remembered a sword smith in those parts.
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Post by Squall on Sept 13, 2004 19:53:37 GMT -5
It had been 2 days now since Crix had left the city Meribia,also having no idea what direction he was heading in now. But that didn't stop him,he would still find Utopia and slay all evil in his path. Which ment the Fiend Dragons if he found then. He was upon the trap before he knew it, the rope wraping itself around his ankle and shooting him up above the ground upside down.
"Great.......a snare. Well hopefully it can't get worst"
Both of his rapiers fell from their sheaths,landing on the ground undernethe him.
"I spoke to soon. Now I'm stuck here with no way of getting down and no map. Well this really sucks"
So,Crix just hung around for awhile,waiting for someone to come by and cut him down. Shouting every once in awhile to see if anyone came.
"Well,I suppose this won't be so bad,I can make a plan now"
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Post by Triyun on Sept 22, 2004 12:54:08 GMT -5
Mablung arrived in the early hours of the morning in the fishing village heading towards the swords smith. He bowed at the sword smith as he entered.
"I wish you to fashion an edgeless blade with this."
"A weapon of such power will require a while to forge. You will permit me time."
Mablung bowed.
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Post by Aegis on Sept 23, 2004 19:56:31 GMT -5
A day has passed since Fractal's 'cleansing' of the village. Nothing more to feast upon, nothing more to torment, he held his scythe across his shoulders with his arms, and looked out to the dark sky above. The stench of blood and decayed flesh filled his nostrils, as he drank in the haunting chills of the night.
"Blessed be, my unholy god of the night," he whispered to himself. "You have shown me kindness and joy abounding beyond all measure... but now, I'm f****** bored. Where do you suppose I should go from here?"
Fractal walked towards one of the dried up corpses, and leaned down towards it. He stared into the eye sockets of his once fresh victim, and grinned.
"North you say," he said. "Why do you always tell me to go north?"
Fractal shrugged at the thought, and, with a wave of his scythe, proceeded to walk north to his next destination... wherever that might be...
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Post by Triyun on Sept 24, 2004 7:34:55 GMT -5
Mablung walked in the next morning to the sword smith. He saw the man hard at work wrapping the handle of the sword in shark skin. He looked Mablung.
"Almost done. "
He placed a tie putting the rapping in place. He then handed the blade to Mablung. Mablung looked at it, it was a long curved blade one edge, very foriegn looking and very unlike his more traditional sword design of El-Anchagel. He beheld the blade twirling around several times. It suddenly began burn slightly and grew a bit.
"Burning off the impurities in you. It will take a while to get used to it, but it is a trumpcard weapon."
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