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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Frozen Messiah" data-source="post: 5118543" data-attributes="member: 84832">Duretep has been watching the making of the world patiently understanding that his gift is not something pyhsical. He also watches those that also have not made a move to creat something of the world, trying to figure out the gift they will give. When the massive hand comes through Duretep is oddly calm, he views the titanic battle with little motion or emotion present. When he is asked to leave he quietly, almost serenely, floats over to the light. "It was wonderful to see an elder god again, it reminds me of the times when everything made sense. I hope that we can do it again some time, I'm sorry though I have a very tight deadline on my work and it is not the patient kind. Well best of luck in your ventures, I hope the best for you." Duretep says as if he he doesn't even see the massive battle going on and he waves simply at the forger as he takes the voyage down to the new world. Duretep takes in a deep breath and then let's loose control of everything about himself and let the energy transport him. He lands harshly in desert and looks around after he lands. He then begins to laugh madly, at what is unknown to anyone including himself. "Well than, they want me isolated and I believe they did a damned good job of it. Alright then, let's make make something interesting of this little scenario." Duretep says as he brushes the sand off of himself. He grabs both of his blades which were a meter away and he looks at Tunbuntbur and smiles. Duretep begins to dance about the sand and holding each of his blades close to his chest. "Ah, Tunbuntbur. My sensible whispering blade you will have a great honour today, you will become something more than you already are." Duretep says to Tunbuntbur and then moves his gaze over to Zubkim, "My faithful and trusted blade, you have been with me the longest and for that I will repay you by giving you a great honour. You will now protect me and my realm. There is a payment though..." Duretep says as he focuses on his energy that he instilled in the blade. A white energy begins to surround the hand that is holding Zhubkim and Zhubkim's flowing nature begins to stabilize. After the energy transfer is over Duretep plants the blade in the ground firmly. He then places his palm face up in front of him and then he holds Tunbuntbur high above his head. He brings Tunbuntbur down so it scewers his hand and this causes all of the energy to flow into the weapon. The weapon grows slightly longer and the metal has viens of onyx weave their way up it to the tip and the small gem has these black swirls that waver within it appear. Duretep smiles a madman's smile and looks at the blade. "Perfect..." He whispers to himself as he begins to draw symbols in a circle around Zhubkim, he continues to do this for an entire day until there is a massive sigil in the sand that isn't effected by winds in anyway. Duretep walks on the tips of his feet to get to the center of the circle. When he gets there he goes down on both his knees and begins to mumble madly. The extra arms on his back grab his horns and pull them back so that he exposes his neck. He then brings up the newly transformed blade up to his neck. he brings it across and let's his black blood fall on the blade that rests in the sand. Duretep falls over and closes his eyes and passes out letting the blood fill in the circle. Duretep wakes up and he is at the foot of his castle in the realm of dreams, he get's up, brushes the sand off of him and then begins to walk. "I always hate that part..." Duretep says as he finally gets to his throne and begins to weave the dreams of all that will come. He weaves the nightmares and the beautiful, the dreams that will bring hope and those that will make people stop living. He creates ideas that will be percieved either as mad or as genius. He creates desires that will be all that people have to live for and those that will cause people to die. He builds cities, lands, oceans, caves and otherworldly places all within the realm of dreams. During this he feels something that he has not felt in a long while; happiness. [sblock]Sorry about the amount of reading, I kind of hit a writing current and it swept me away.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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