krazixs

Blazing power surged through Arc's body melting the ice around him and throwing the angelic warrior back. Twisting the spear around him he shook the ice from his body.
The quite smile that once flashed on his young face faded now to mocking laughter.

"HA! Fool I am the storm, I am lord of ALL storms. Your pathetic holy war means nothing to me. I am all around you all around the world. Your fallen warrior was a brave man. Mourn for him, but to take the blame for his death is to rob him of his honor fool!"

Power blazed around him, electricity jumping wildly from his being.

"Try your hand angel, but I warn you, you have shown much dishonor, and I will not be as cordial as I was with your friend"

His black form stood motionless, waiting . . .

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Dixie

"You..."

Serendice's eyes surged with a blood red light. Darkness poured from her being, almost hiding the light from the flaming sword in her hands.

"Come and meet your death!"

She charged him, but then disappeared. Arc was lost by her speed. Her power was immense now that she had so completely given herself to darkness. She appeared behind him and shot a blast of negatve chi into his back. The explosion sent Arc hurling towards the earth. She flew at him mid-fall, lifting her sword over her head. Arc managed to rotate and thrust his spear back towards Serendice. It collided with the sword. For a brief moment, flame and spark shot through the dark. The blast even managed to melt some of the ice of the great Shiva beneath them. Then, the spear shattered, the sword coming down onto Arc. It went through his black armor leaving a shallow gash across his chest. He crashed into the ground, coughing up blood. He managed to pull himself to his knees and vomitted on the spot. When he finally got to his feet, he was crackling with anger.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

Bob Biter

"Matt, when will you ever understand? My existence, though perhaps incomprehensible to you, has nothing to do with corruption. My purpose is to make people know themselves and make decisions with a clear head. To make such decision, one must be the very embodiment of objectivity. Fear, pain, love, hope, hatred... all must be discarded in order to find out exactly what we can and cannot do, in other words, the essence of our abilities and purpose should be dictated by us, not our feelings. Emotions can either cloud or fuel these things, but they are ultimately just accessories or catalysts, if you will. They drive people to err. Some are not ready to deal with such consequences.

By showing Koorittou the gates I protected, by letting him feel the agony of the Netherworld's denizens, my goal was not to make him lose hope. Even if my powers and the realm I protect all appear to be founded on despair and suffering they do not own me, I own them. Understand this, "angel": I have inflicted suffering, I have broken all manner of beings to prepare them for hell. But those I defeated had stopped believing in themselves long ago. If one does not have will, one cannot have a purpose. Therefore, I readied them for the torment they inwardly seeked.

Koorittou appears ready to know himself and exert his will to make things happen. For once in a very long time, I am... ... glad. You two have no need to battle me anymore. For now. But know that I will be there when your will is gone or you seek to challenge yourself. That is why I appeared in this battlefield, to test the mettle of those who would be too proud..."

Turning to look at the battle between Arc and Serendice, Szanod sighed.

"It would seem Serendice needs my ministrations. As for Arc... he seems noble enough and self-possessed. Fight him for skill, if you wish, but not for death."

With that, Szanod directed the dark energies to the damaged spots of his armour and once again called for the poison to enter his spikes.

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Eldaire

Matt relaxed his fighting stance.

"Szanod... you're the one who doesn't understand. Whether you pull them toward evil or not you are corrupting, poisoning, decaying their souls. Emotions are a good thing. I am one with y emotions and I'll not kill them or force them under my control. Life is good too, and there is always a way to go back, so long as you're alive. That is why I don't try to end your life right now. There is still a chance for you to go back. You can come back to the light even now. Hitting bottom is an empty existance. It leads to peace, but that does not make it right." He faced away towards the battle. "I never fight to kill and, leave Serendice out of this. I'll not allow you to cause her any pain. If nothing else, at least give me a chance first. I have faith that I can bring her back. I believe."

Matt began walking towards the battle.

SSJwrestler

"Well shit!" Koorittou said out loud, looking back and forth between Matt and Szanod, letting himself relax and his ora fade. "I'm confused as all Hell right now..."

"Matt, I think right now we should take Szanod's advice and battle him no longer. Serendice needs to be saved, the evil has overwhelmed." Koorittou said turning towards Matt.

"But Szanod, this is not your place to step in. Let Matt go first if he believes he can take care of her, protect her, from the evil within himself." Koorittou said looking on at Szanod with almost a pleading look on his face.

"I have proven myself unworthy, not as a fighter, but as a protector. So I will no step in until asked, or until I am needed. I am not ready yet, and I must still choose my path."

Tears again began to fall down Koorittou's face, freezing halfway down his cheeks. He looked at the wintery landscape around him, and was filled with feelings of guilt and slight despair.

'I must fix this...'

Bob Biter

His eyes closed, his mind going about the task of directing the repair of his armour, Szanod answers:

"There is no need to go back, Matt, for I've not gone anywhere, up or down. My purpose is not evil, although I do use energies that are perceived as evil. I am not lost; in fact I found myself in the role I've chosen. That's what it was Matt: a choice. I am not a hapless servant of the Darkness and I do not actively seek to destroy light. I fight those who come to me at the gates or those who actually seek a challenge, be they good or evil, as all of you today."

Upon hearing his plead for him to not attack Serendice, Szanod shakes his head wearily and sighs once more.

"Do as you wish, "angel". Your methods of salvation are but a reflection of mine. Our ways are clearly different, but our goals are the same: to bring about truth."

Watching Matt walk towards the battle, Szanod turned to Koorittou. Seeing the sadness and confusion on his face, he heads for him. The ice demon immediately steps back, fearing an attack, but Szanod makes no threathening move. He looks at him for a few moments, as if this was the first time he laid eyes on him.

"You have seen my world and lived. You have looked into yourself and realized a choice must be made and that this choice is yours..."

Slowly, he raised his massive, spiked right arm in an offer of a handshake.

"Thank you."

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SSJwrestler

Staring at Szanod with alarm at first, Koorittou hesitated. Szanod, seeing the ice-demon's reluctance began to withdraw his hand, a slight look of defeat and reget in his darkened eyes. Seeing this, Koorittou chose.

Koorittou extended his hand and grasped Szanod's gauntlet covered hand in a fervent handshake, before he could completely withdraw it.

"I have never questioned your strength Szanod." Koorittou said, peering at the brimstone warrior with his ice blue eyes. "But I have questioned your honor and values as a warrior." Szanod looked back with a look of offense.

"However, I know longer queston that. You have shown mercy in answering Matt and mine's pleas, and you have offered your guidance, good or bad, when I was lost. You owe me no thanks, but I owe you mine, as well as my apologies. I am sorry for any damage that my demon side has caused you, any pain or torment. Though I must say that you appear to be healing just fine. You are undoubtedly strong Szanod, and you have only made yourself stronger by answering our pleas. Thank you."

With these words, the handshake was broken, and the two warriors turned to watch the battle that no ensumed. Koorittou couldn't help but smile as he thought 'If the guardian of the netherworld and an angel can come to some kind of an agreement, then anythings possible. Anything.'

Tears again began to flow out of Koorittou's ice blue eyes, but this time they were not from pain or sadness. Suddenly, his choice did not seem so hard to make and his situation did not seem so hopeless.

'I chose to survive...' Koorittou thought ' I chose to survive, and live my live with purpose...to survive and protect...to survive and live..'

losthellhound

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Dixie

Kuaiji's life flooded into Serendice and she knew everything as he would. For a moment she was shocked out of her battle with Arc and could see only the flashing deluge of memories, emotions, the passions of this rare mortal.

'How can it be?' she wondered. 'How can a human have such power? No devil below nor any god in heaven would grant a mere mortal such gifts! How was Kuaiji created this way?'

She was lost in her bafflement only for a moment before Kuaiji overtoke her mind and drove her back into the fight.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

krazixs

Arc stood where he fell. White light and energy blazing so bright and hot it blinded. When it faded he stood there whole and uninjured.

"I am in no way easily defeated"

He discarde the ruined remain of his spear. Reaching back he drew forth the two blades that were sheathed over his shoulders. One was as white as pure fallen snow. It seemed so incandescent it was as if you could look through it. The other as black as midnight, so dark is swallowed the light around it.

"You go to far, angel, to think you can so easily defeat me!" His eyes blazed white fire, "This is thunder and lighting, I have drew them only twice in all rememberance, and my memory is as old as this world. I drew them the day the world was made, and the day your lord ordered me to bring about the world storm, the flood that ended all else." As he spoke it began to rain, torrential rain, as it fell towards the ice covered earth it becam sleet. Razor sharp ice rain that ruined all. Storm clouds amassed over head in a black vortex, and lighting so wild it began to destroy the land around.
"For your insolence, and dishonor, you will be destroyed. . ."

He was gone then. Electricity is light and energy and nothing moved faster. Serendice had no time to look, a blow from thunder knocked her sword and hand to earth and where they landed no one could say. The second blow landed by lighting, struck her mid body severing half way through her torso, energy blazed forth cauterizing the cut and melting the flesh around it. Thought finally caught up to Serendice, the two blows had come so fast as to almost be the same hit. Pain had yet to reach her mind so fast was the attack. As the third blow landed she had time to examine the land in all its dreadful beauty before she looked down to see a white blade portruding from one breast, and a black portruding from the other.

Arc's voice penetrated her mind

"Oh lord what fools these angels be. . ."

The blades were torn downward and sliced through her being as if it was paper. From breast to heel she was severed. She fell to earth, to the toll of thunder over head.

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SSJwrestler

As Koorittou stood next Szanod watching the battle rage, he noticed a brief change in color in Serendice's eyes, from bloodred to blue. As he saw this, Koorittou came to an abruput realization.

'She doesn't want to battle in this manner' Koorittou thought to himself 'she's being enticed by someone. But who?"

Realizing this, Koorittou yelled to Matt "Matt, Serendice can be saved, just like you said. I believe that someone is forcing her to battle in this evil manner.."

Matt turned back to look at Koorittou with a slightly surprised look, one made as if he were faking. Did the angel already know this truth?

SSJwrestler

Koorittou stood horrified as he looked on at Serendice laying bloodied on the snowcovered grounds.

Seconds after he had uttered the words to Matt about being able to save her, she now seemed to be dead.

'Serendice,' Koorittou thought 'Why did it have to end like this. Why did your beauty have to fade from this Earth. For what purpose?'

All seemed lost for Serendice, at this moment, to Koorittou. Or was it? Koorittou joined Matt as they both traversed the field at top speed to join the dying Serendice

Dixie

Serendice gasped in agony, blood filling her mouth and running like tears from her eyes. The death of an angel should not be this way. Angels didn't die, they merely faded away and joined their God with peace. But Serendice was no angel. Not only had she fallen and therefore would suffer the torment of hell in the afterlife, but the spirit of a mortal had taken over her soul and now she would feel the misery of a mortal death.

Through the blur and the sting of blood and tears, she saw Matt and Koorittou running toward her, but they would come too late.

'No, no, not like this...' she pleaded with the God she had betrayed.

She knew her prayers would not reach heaven. With the only strength left in her body, she reached for her flaming sword, her only salvation. If she could only reach it...

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scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

losthellhound

Kuaiji did not scream when Serendice died, but a part of him wept for the angel. There was nothing his power could do for her body, and like his own, it had become a broken shell. Poor, bloodied, and forgotten by life. Instead he cradled her being within his own and floated for awhile.

You are right about one thing, angels don't die, to die is to be forgotten, and you will not be forgotten

Kuaiji drifted into ether, carrying his delicate load with him, and found what he was looking for. He whispered again into her mind and set her free into what he sought.

The dragon was huge, an awesome beast that defied logic and physics. When it opened its eyes however, its size was overpowered by the grief in the golden eyes. It slowly flexed its massive wings and arms, and screamed an awesome scream, one of rage, pain, and revenge

Serendice would rise again, one last battle, she flexed her mighty wings and took to the air, tearing through ether into the real world. Still though, she could hear Kuaiji's soft voice

If you wish death, drift away and die, if you wish revenge, stay with this mighty form. It is your choice

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Dixie

'Sweet, sweet Kuaiji, I am forever in your debt.'

Serendice found her new voice and screamed into the silence. She relished in the surprise and horror on the faces of the warriors below as she descended from the sky and gave a piercing roar.

Arc turned from his smug self-satisfaction to see the mighty beast dropping from the clouds and speeding toward him at an alarming rate, teeth gleaming, eyes shot with rage.

Serendice knew that to take revenge in this manner meant certain suffering afterward, but she was doomed all the same.

As her enormous form met with Arc's frail figure, she opened her powerful jaws and caught his legs in her teeth. Flipping his dangling body up over her head and letting him fall to her waiting mouth, Serendice sank her fangs into his flesh, grinding his torso in half, tasting his blood on her tongue.

'He's not worth devouring' she thought, disgusted at the vile taste of the rain demon's flesh. She dropped his severed body and limbs onto the ground, screamed in torment at having thus killed such a being, flexed her powerful wings and ascended back into the ether from which she came.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

krazixs

As the rest of the warrior gaze into the sky in awe of the dragon's power, they look about for the remains of the fallen Arc, however they are nowhere to be seen. However above a tempest the likes of which has never been seen on the earth forms above. The dragon once more appears in the sky, it's journey to the ether halted, it screams in fury as the storm beats upon the great beast. It flys above the warriors screaming, however in an instant it's hit by lighting. Above them crying in agony with no way to escape, the dragon roars above them. Again and again it is struck by lighting, unending.

Soon water is not the only thing that falls from the sky. Drops of blood fall as well showering everyone in a gruesome rain.


The storm is gone, the clouds have gone and of the dragon there is no more. . .

Behind them clothed in black once again however weaponless stands Arc, the same small smile on his lips.

"Can you believe she thought I was a demon?" Laughing he looks at the group of warriors. " You know that's the problem with angels, so caught up in there own righteousness they never see their own mistakes."

"You know you can be really irrritating at times my friend."

"Hello Michael, I was wondering when you'd show up"

The figure standing next to Arc is a awe inspiring sight. An angel in full glory stands next to the Storm lord. His great wings folded behind him shine with a holy aura. His silver armor is bright and keen and in his hands he holds a severed hand and a bright sword.

"She was young Arc and foolish, she did not know who you are"
He walks toward the group that has surronded the fallen angel. He nods to Szanod in a knowing way as if familiar with him. He sheaths his sword and bends over Serendice. A bright light of healing surronds the two and when it fades Serendice stands beside Michael.

"Little sister, heavan is less of a place without you." he smiles friendly and forgiving."Next time you come to earth to play, please don't take my sword, and most of all know your enemy before you decide you can take him out." looking back to Arc he says"And you... go easy on the kid will ya?"

Arc simply nods and smiles once again.

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Dixie

say that to my face. sexist pig.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

losthellhound

(OOC Completely)
krazixs - Isn't that a little unbalancing? Sure, I can handle warriors, mages, angels and demons.. but gods?

I handled my defeat, Dixie did.. there is a certain point where you say, that was a wonderful battle, I should die now. I can stick around and play around with other people make things interesting.. but now you're perfectly alive and who will want to face you?

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

krazixs

OOC:

Yeah I realize I over balanced, so therefore, I restored Serendice, and I have no weapon now, trying to show that I am no longer fighting. And I didn't say your dragon died just said it wasn't there anymore, I figure if your character is such a plains hopper that you could write it out. . .

Dixie dear I do hope your kidding, If I was being sexist it wasn't intentional.

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Dixie

i was only half-kidding, as losthellhound said, i believe there is a point when you accept defeat and all the physical pain that may come with it. i died twice, now it's your turn.
i don't appreciate the degradation of serendice by your implications that she is a reckless "kid" out on a joyride in daddy's benz.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

krazixs

Well I am, I will no longer take my turn on the battlefield. And the reason I implied you were a reckless kid was simply by your introduction statement on how you took Michaels sword, I was simply trying to play out what you had written, sincerely all apologies if i offended

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SSJwrestler

*Koorittou, SSJwrestler, stands with a perplexed look on his face

Um, does this mean things are over now?
Cause poor Koorittou didn't get to chose his path.
If things are over, anyone up for round two (gods excluded)

Eldaire

OOC: My Turn! So much happens in a day! I'm gonna go back a little and show my reactions, so bear with me. BTW, you should all follow losthellhound's example and put OOC next to your out of character posts.

In spite of the speed of the attack, it seemed to be happening in slow motion. Each instance seemed an eternity as he watched the swords rip through Serendice's flesh. As she fell, he was frozen with pain and suffering. "No." He let the word out as barely more than a whisper. It was such a shock to him. As she hit the ground, he was snapped out of it and flew to her, snow flying to either side as he flew. "NOOOOO!!!!" By the time he had made it to her side, she was already dead. Tears began flooding from Matt's eyes. Their healing power covered Serendice. Her body slowly became whole again, and as that happened, her dark form began to dissipate. Her eyes became a rich blue and her skin became light and fair again. This did not stop the tears though. Matt sobbed and sobbed, holiding her in her arms. Her body was whole, but her soul was gone. An angels healing powers can do all but bring someone back from the dead, and that's exactly where she was. Arc merely stood over them with a smug look on his face.

"She got what she had coming you know." Arc spoke.

"You. I won't let you get away with this." Matt said, his volume increasing as he spoke. His aura grew and grew with incredible power. "I won't let you get away with this!" His aura exploded to the point where Arc had trouble merely standing in his presence. Matt threw a devastating punch at Arc. As he flew backwards he said, "You fool! Meet the same fate as your lover!" With that, Arc's form became that of lighting once again. He flew at Matt, swords drawn. He brought the black sword down on Matt, but it met his chi covered arm. The force of the block made such a shockwave that it seemed the whole world was shaking.

How? Arc thought. I am lightning, raw energy. How could he be fast enough to block? Arc began to attack with all his speed, flying around Matt in blinding circles. It looked as though a million swords were around Matt at once. However, each stab, each thrust, each swing was blocked. Matt's anger was overwhelming and his aura shined with the power of one of the high angels. His blades shattered in the next two swings as they met Matt's blocks. He punched Arc mid-swing, sending him flying backwards. Before Arc even had time to begin to ponder how his speed could be so great, Matt was underneath him, changing his direction and sending him upwards with a kick. As he flew into the air, Arc felt the terrible burn of one of Matt's righteous Chi attacks meeting his back. Arc began to fall to the earth, unable to summon the will to fly. As he fell, he was met with a bicycle kick that sent him careening downward. He left a huge crater where he landed. For the moment, he was immobile and covered in blood. Matt landed at the edge of a crater and brought his hands behind him. He began charging an incredible Chi attack, capable of destroying this whole reigon.

It finally registered with Koorittou what had happened and he ran over to Matt. "No! Don't do it!" Matt's anger, for the first time, began to fade as his mind came back to him. "Matt, don't make the same mistake I did. Don't forsake who you are!" Tears began to fall down the ice demon's cheeks. Matt's aura declined rapidly and dispersed into the atmostphere. He fell to his knees from exhaustion.

It was at this moment that a huge beast began to hurdle towards the earth. The form was of a huge dragon, but Matt recognized her immediately. "Serendice!" He realized she was heading for Arc's mangled body. "No Serendice! Don't! Stay alive! Stay with me!" Revenge consumed her mind and Matt's pleas did not make their way through. She came down hard on Arc, tearing him to peaces. "No." At this point, Matt began to fly. He flew and flew, higher and higher. He flew till the clouds were far behind him. Tears streamed back towards the earth like rain. He did not see the dragon die. He merely let his aura go, and allowed himself to plummet back towards the earth. There would be no coming back this time. There was noone pure enough to handle his angel spirit. As he fell, he remembered his time in the garden with Serendice. Laughter and happiness filled his mind. He passed through the clouds. A smile crept on his face as he saw the trees rushing back towards him. Suddenly, his velocity dropped. He slowed to a gentle float and landed softly on his feet. "What's going on?" He looked over and saw Michael and Arc standing side by side. "Sir Michael!"

"Matt," said Michael. "A being that could bring about such love as I have seen in you today, surely deserves life. Do not mourn her death, she will be brought back. However I'm afraid she will not be an angel any more. She will be fully human this time. I get the feeling that is of little consequence to you though." He extended his hand and Serendice's body rose again, this time with no aura and no light. "Little sister, heaven is less of a place without you." he smiles friendly and forgiving."Next time you come to earth to play, please don't take my sword, and most of all know your enemy before you decide you can take him out." looking back to Arc he says"And you... go easy on the kid will ya?"

Matt and Serendice ran into one another's arms, sharing a long kiss. They pulled apart after some time and smiled. No words were necessary. They merely looked into one another's eyes and understood the vast love that existed between the two. He held each other closely for several minutes afterward.

SSJwrestler

Koorittou stood on looking over the landscape and the warriors. Taking in the entire scene. Beautiful...even with the massive damage done to his scared land...it was beautiful, peace had come again.

Tears began to stream down the ice demon's face, just then he got an idea.

Turning to face Michael, he spoke. "Michael, I know that I have done wrong today, and I am willing to pay for those mistakes, to make amends. But I don't think it fair that this sacred land should suffer. I know that yours and His powers are great, and I know that I am in no position to ask favors, but do you think this land might be restored...."

Koorittou looked on at Michael, wish a look of aniticipation on his face. Tears still streamed out of his ice blue eyes.

'Please..' he pleaded mentally.

Bob Biter

Throughout the latter part of the battle, Szanod just stood and took in everything around him. He watched as Serendice was defeated twice by Krazixs, but didn't revel in it. In fact, he seemed disappointed.

When the onslaught finally stopped, he joined everyone around Serendice's corpse and watched he ressurection at the hands of Michael. He had not returned his nod and was now frowning.

"Arc, Serendice has learned nothing of herself through her battle with you, for you simply sought to destroy. A line must be drawn between righteous retribution and pointless killing and you need to learn where that line is.

Serendice had pride, which was channelled the wrong way, but her case was not hopeless. Being killed twice only aggravates an already touchy situation and I fear that you prevented her from knowing herself.

If you cannot be defeated, I suggest that you leave this plane, for he who risks nothing gains nothing. Two beings here still have some things to sort out, so please..."

Szanod then turned to Michael...

"Archangel, I must say I'm surprised to see the wrath of "God" here. Since you now have the sword you so eagerly cling to, then leave Serendice in peace, go back to your plane and let her find her way."

Szanod then turned around and headed back towards the center of the frozen field, where he stood, pensive.

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Eldaire

Matt smiled happily. He had a feeling he already knew whether Michael would help or not.

Dixie

Serendice was certainly relieved to have survived such a harrowing ordeal, but could not help but feel that she had no control over her own life, as if others were determining it for her.

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

Dixie

OOC: alright, let's get on with it then, no more pity parties for serendice (or dixie, for that matter). i'm not a puss and, last time i checked, this was a battle, not a soap. does anyone (besides me) vote for a restart or does this (pathetic) storyline suit everyone?

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

Bob Biter

OOC: I second the restart plea and would like to add a condition: no more dictating the actions or reactions of others. In the "Tomb of Velix" thread, you'll note that noone speaks or acts for other people (unless a controlling spell like "charm" is used). It makes for a more exciting game where people really feel in control of their own actions.

Therefore, why don't we nix this thread and start a fresh one, with completely new characters?

Also, don't be afraid of dying, people. It's just a game, not real life. Just generate a new one when yours dies or something.

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Eldaire

OOC: Yeah, I think this one went well though. I may not join the next one for a while so don't wait up. I reccommend that everyone joins "Quest to Save Estel". It will be fun and we need a bad guy too if anyone wants to do that. Whoever wants to go ahead and start another one. Just so you know, I don't think the storyline was pathetic. I thought it was badass.

losthellhound

My suggestion is to move the thread to creativity.. We're not talking about a game, and even though we're playing one.. Its more creative then anything else

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Dixie

:::gone to quest, back later:::: maybe

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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.

Eldaire

OOC: Alright hellhound. Make a thread in tilted literature and make include your arguement in the first post so that they don't move you. I'll join in a bit.

losthellhound

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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death