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<blockquote data-quote="Sollir Furryfoot" data-source="post: 1088181" data-attributes="member: 748">&quot;I doubt names are of much importance,&quot;&nbsp; The figure spoke abruptly, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.&nbsp; His mask gleamed slgihtly underneath his hood as he turned to speak, even though no light shone upon it.It was a thing of beauty, the mask, as if it were a single glint of gold among a pile of rubble, it seemed slightly out of place on the shadowy figure.&nbsp; It was of purest white, with the texture of porcelain, resting upon a sea of black robes, a sinister smile was etched upon it, yet at the same time a large, sorrowful tear-perhaps in mockery-one could not tell, darkened in a spot beneath the eyehole-behind which was shadowy and seemingly vacant.&nbsp; Tiny inscriptions rested upon its outer edges, but those were noticed only after one was taken aback my the mask's outer beauty.&quot;What is important are the roles cast upon each one of us.&nbsp; You are all here to restore psionics, and I am here to assist you,&quot;&nbsp; The figure turned to look at the blue haired man next to him, &quot;Yes, even you, Kloranth.&nbsp; However unlikely our circumstances have brought us together, our fates our bound-whether we like it or not.&quot;&nbsp; He gives a slight nod towards Kloranth.&quot;Your arrival here has been expected, although it has come much later than I would have thought.&nbsp; Perhaps if you had come earlier things might have been different, but at this stage of the game many things have changed-the rules that you play by and will have to play by, for instance.&nbsp; So, how many pieces of the Psionicle have you acquired already?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sollir Furryfoot, post: 1088181, member: 748"] "I doubt names are of much importance," The figure spoke abruptly, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. His mask gleamed slgihtly underneath his hood as he turned to speak, even though no light shone upon it. It was a thing of beauty, the mask, as if it were a single glint of gold among a pile of rubble, it seemed slightly out of place on the shadowy figure. It was of purest white, with the texture of porcelain, resting upon a sea of black robes, a sinister smile was etched upon it, yet at the same time a large, sorrowful tear-perhaps in mockery-one could not tell, darkened in a spot beneath the eyehole-behind which was shadowy and seemingly vacant. Tiny inscriptions rested upon its outer edges, but those were noticed only after one was taken aback my the mask's outer beauty. "What [i]is[/i] important are the roles cast upon each one of us. You are all here to restore psionics, and I am here to assist you," The figure turned to look at the blue haired man next to him, "Yes, even you, Kloranth. However unlikely our circumstances have brought us together, our fates our bound-whether we like it or not." He gives a slight nod towards Kloranth. "Your arrival here has been expected, although it has come much later than I would have thought. Perhaps if you had come earlier things might have been different, but at this stage of the game many things have changed-the rules that you play by and will have to play by, for instance. So, how many pieces of the Psionicle have you acquired already?" [/QUOTE]

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