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The Agent in the star ENgulf's the great object whole feeding off of it's power and thinks to itself the time has almost come.
[IC] Ever Dream, The Worlds of Life (Closed)
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Albedo
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OOC: I'm a very bad person. I just feel I have to have the last word on this. The whole point in my argument has nothing to do with anyones playing styles. What I spent my time pointing out is that even when people do things I feel is unrealistic, I live with it. I don't whine and complain. But you feel the need to do so to me. I pointed out all the things you did that annoyed me to say "look, everyone has problems with what other people do sometimes. If its not a probelm, just drop it." and you went back to the exact same thing. Your beating your head against a wall. You say the same things over and over again and try to pick away at my annoyances and make them not matterr, BUT THATS THE POINT! they don't matter. Everyone roleplays together because they ignore these things. I defended myself because you said I broke the second rule. I didn't and I pointed that out. Thats the only thing that matters. You keep trying to belittle my playing style, but all I'm saying is that you have no right to judge what I do. If FreeXenon tells me I'm doing things wrong, I'll listen. But for now you haven't shown anything exept a dislike for my playing style, and no offense, I don't know you well enough to change my life over it. Now, I am someone who recognises his own mistakes, and I can honestly say I misunderstood you when you destroyed the star. I'm not perfect, and that was something I screwed up on. I'm sorry. But everything else I'd still play the same, and I expect you to do so as well. What I want is for you to stop declaring that my playing style isn't proper when thats not your call to make.
Albedo
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Albedo recieves word from his messengers that the others have gone on their search without him. "Idiots. They are just wasting their prescious time" Albedo gathers his things and once again goes on a journey to locate Jemal. He sends another messenger to Endovior with a message. "To the God of Magic. I need your assistance in dealing with the entity known as U-DO. I am afraid that due to his unusual nature, all normal attempts to contain or restrict him may be futile, but I have developted a method that might just work. I need you help for this. I shall be in touch. -Albedo"
FreeXenon
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Shara @ Zhyreus
Shara gracefully accepts therobe and blanket from Joxander. She smiles faintly and she begins to breathe heavily and then as quickly as it begins - it stops and she is breathing normally again.
As Shara looks to Joxander he sees her form flicker to her Far Visage. Her white radiant eyes shift to a deep ebony bearing the feel of a relentless strangle hold on your divine flame. Her form reflects a deep Madness and Depravity the likes which he could never imagine. Her form fades momentarily as if her form were being projected and some one waved their hand between her image and its light source. In those moments that her form flickers her visage looks like a twisted, iron willed, vile Shara wrought of Hatred, Oppression, Wrath and Tyrrany.
She closes her eyes, concentrates for a moment, and her form flashes a bright light and she looks up again and maddening screams of terror can be heard, no - felt as she opens her eyes again. Her eyes are restored to the their pure white radiance and her form nomalizes and she says "I need time alone to recover.
Go Joxander! Something horrible is about to befall. I have seen it through the 'Place That Isn't' ."
Shara gracefully accepts the
As Shara looks to Joxander he sees her form flicker to her Far Visage. Her white radiant eyes shift to a deep ebony bearing the feel of a relentless strangle hold on your divine flame. Her form reflects a deep Madness and Depravity the likes which he could never imagine. Her form fades momentarily as if her form were being projected and some one waved their hand between her image and its light source. In those moments that her form flickers her visage looks like a twisted, iron willed, vile Shara wrought of Hatred, Oppression, Wrath and Tyrrany.
She closes her eyes, concentrates for a moment, and her form flashes a bright light and she looks up again and maddening screams of terror can be heard, no - felt as she opens her eyes again. Her eyes are restored to the their pure white radiance and her form nomalizes and she says "I need time alone to recover.
Go Joxander! Something horrible is about to befall. I have seen it through the 'Place That Isn't' ."
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"No." His voice is resolute, as only a true god can be and only a true god can understand.
"How many battles have you watched me fight alone. How many battles have I come to regret."
He takes her hand firmly. In his eyes she sees for a moment two gods, Jo'Karr of the Mortals, and Alexandra of the Heavens. Light, Life, Death, War, Truth, Freedom, Justice, Folly, Wisdom, all things that make up a crusader's heart, she finds in him.
For a moment, he seems as a being of light, almost as bright as Shara herself. In that moment, she can see a battle-hardened being, solid as the Rock of Ages, with the willpower of two beings, each as strong as any first-born god. The moment fades, and all that remains is Joxandar, the Crusader, the War God of Light.
"If there is to be horror, let us face it together. I will not let you fall as I once did."
OOC: Shara, the robe is what he's wearing.
"How many battles have you watched me fight alone. How many battles have I come to regret."
He takes her hand firmly. In his eyes she sees for a moment two gods, Jo'Karr of the Mortals, and Alexandra of the Heavens. Light, Life, Death, War, Truth, Freedom, Justice, Folly, Wisdom, all things that make up a crusader's heart, she finds in him.
For a moment, he seems as a being of light, almost as bright as Shara herself. In that moment, she can see a battle-hardened being, solid as the Rock of Ages, with the willpower of two beings, each as strong as any first-born god. The moment fades, and all that remains is Joxandar, the Crusader, the War God of Light.
"If there is to be horror, let us face it together. I will not let you fall as I once did."
OOC: Shara, the robe is what he's wearing.
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Something Less Dramatic!
Once as serious as a heart attack Vagary was ready to face the end of the ages with dignity and great repose. Alas, he was shocked to find that he did not wink out of existence as planned but was accidentally pulled to a whole new timeline when Umbryn left. Ripped to here from there through the what isn’t, blasted with divine knowledge, and shoved into a whole new place has made Vagary more appreciative of the smaller things…
Once as serious as a heart attack Vagary was ready to face the end of the ages with dignity and great repose. Alas, he was shocked to find that he did not wink out of existence as planned but was accidentally pulled to a whole new timeline when Umbryn left. Ripped to here from there through the what isn’t, blasted with divine knowledge, and shoved into a whole new place has made Vagary more appreciative of the smaller things…
Vagary saw the squabbling godlings and decided that really wasn’t what he was. So he snuck to the world of mortals and made himself a quaint little bar. After looking at it he decided quaint wasn’t his bag either, so he wiped that bar from the face of the planet and made himself the most lavish and extravagantly gaudy inn known to the world. He called it, “Déjà vu II.”
Inside he made his realm, room number 6. The bar itself did not seem to fit the dimensions the outside hinted at, but that’s okay everyone would think it would be smaller once they had a few drinks. Next he summoned up Satyrs from the nearby woods to serve as his musicians, and he managed to secure a few of the angels and convert them into busty serving girls. With that done Vagary surveyed his new home and was pleased. He created a major domo and put a sign out front that read:
“Gods and Mortals be ye welcome
Enjoy my Déjà vu II and drink
Spend all yer coin ‘ere
My Manifesto I must think.”
And with his daily work done The Hand That Pours went off to room number 6 to write out what his followers must do, only to call out to ask, “would hung over be hyphenated?”
Inside he made his realm, room number 6. The bar itself did not seem to fit the dimensions the outside hinted at, but that’s okay everyone would think it would be smaller once they had a few drinks. Next he summoned up Satyrs from the nearby woods to serve as his musicians, and he managed to secure a few of the angels and convert them into busty serving girls. With that done Vagary surveyed his new home and was pleased. He created a major domo and put a sign out front that read:
“Gods and Mortals be ye welcome Enjoy my Déjà vu II and drink
Spend all yer coin ‘ere
My Manifesto I must think.”
And with his daily work done The Hand That Pours went off to room number 6 to write out what his followers must do, only to call out to ask, “would hung over be hyphenated?”
Lo, and as the great flying pyramid battleship of the heavens 'Unyeilding Heirophant' was passing near the new god's tavern, the thousand soldier angels of the battleship became its first patrons. And by the time they had to leave, the battleship was renamed the 'Uneven Elephant'.
