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| + | LILLY, pues no se me habeda ocurrido que fuera algo ased, bfte imnagais? Esa conversacif3n no teneda desperdicio! VIR, pues un crononauta es un viajero en el tiempo, ahed es nada. xDMe alegro de verte de vuelta, ya he visto que has empezado a contar cositas de tu viaje! Un beso!PERSE, pues no se9 si queriendo o no, pero balor se ve tan mal, que mi mente intenta procesarlo como balf3n o algo ased, madre meda BELLE, jeje, pues no se9, inventa una respuesta que a med me pasa lo mismo!Espaider beso! xDNOVIO, lo de la lavativa uff, yo creo que no era consciente de lo que estaba poniendo, esa persona o ente o lo que fuera. BEA, es que la gente este1 muy mal, como cencerrillos. Dios, pues a ver que9 le han hecho al darle que se tiene que hacer semejante lavativa!SESE, jajajaja, con nominaciones y todo!! xDLo del curso de milagros es la leche, la gente este1 fatal de lo suyo y es de esas bfasquedas que por mucho que lo piense, no les encuentro explicacif3n. Lo de Freddy Krueger me ha chivado un pajarito que igual es una cancif3n que sale en alguna de las pelis. KARLITA, en este caso mi ingenio no tiene nada que ver, el me9rito es todo todito de la gente que hacer las bfasquedas!LILLU, ya ves, si comprando el libro no se9 que9 de inception se me conceden un par de milagros me lo compro pero ya. Los tuyos por lo que se9 tambie9n este1n bastante fatal de lo suyo. ^^ |
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| − | Satnak - (In her room in the Keep, imagine large luxurious bedroom, with a blue motiff.) Okay, who to call. Rixle hasn't graduated yet, and Telfon hates fighting. I've got some dirt on Illis, yeah he loves smashing big heads. Better ask Forbes for some advice, if this thing wields emotion as a weapon, well, despite how much I dislike him, Forbes is the foremost empathy wielder. I was hoping to see Levy, but I can't waste a consult on a visit right now, empaths and time travelers are Forbes's thing.
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| − | (centers as her calling crystal begins to glow) Hey Willy.
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| − | Illis - eh? coffee?
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| − | Satnak - Yeah, guess what. I got a time runner and I need some here.
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| − | Illis - If you want my help, use my real name. Illis, there is no W, you toad.
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| − | Satnak - Oh, but Willy then I might let slip that little incident with Dol Arrah's panties and the chocolate sauce to your little cleric girlfirend what was her name? Lilly.
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| − | Illis - We were trying to prank the *****, for trying to stop me from seeing Lilly. Plus you set me up.
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| − | Satnak - You can't prove a thing. I, on the other hand, have recordings.
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| − | Illis - You're worse than Forbes some days.
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| − | Satnak - You're just sore you can't ever win one against me. How disappointed were you when you realized that I was still alive?
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| − | Illis - Coulda been worse, I did bet on your survival just in case you did. I figured the money would console me if you were still kicking, and if you weren't then it was worth it.
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| − | Satnak - :rolleyes: Oh I'm just feeling the love. Get over here, you little good-for-nothing, and bring Forbes. I'm calling in a consult, you know how these timers are always making bigger messes than first believed.
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| − | Jarlot: Okay folks, time to discuss some new...
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| − | *An Aged Cyrean Admiral walks on deck in full uniform*
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| − | Jarlot Sr: HI, SON!
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| − | Jarlot: What the... hell?
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| − | Jarlot Sr: I'm Admiral Jarlot, son! Don't you remember! I turned the ship over to you when I retired. I need to talk to you about where exactly we need to put the Pro Shop onboard.
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| − | Jarlot: The Pro-Shop?
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| − | Jarlot Sr.: Well of course, for the golfing of the guests when we dock in port!
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| − | Jarlot: We're NOT A CRUISE SHIP!
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Hell no, we're not unless we have a pro-shop!
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| − | Jarlot: Oh... I thought they'd never let you out of the asylum.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: I just thought I'd check out to take a nice relaxing stroll on my old vessel. The crew is a lot better behaved than I remember it being...
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| − | Jarlot: We're the most murderous gang of cutthroats on the planet.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: You've been too soft on them, son. Unless you crack the whip now and then you won't ever make it to being Captain of your own vessel.
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| − | Jarlot: I'M ALREADY CAPTAIN!
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| − | Jarlot Sr: You there! The obvious poofter from Aundair.
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| − | Kanatash: Are you referring to me?
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| − | Jarlot Sr: I can smell the Cheese Eating Surrender Monkey Blood in you. You damn Aundairians think just because you have better wine than everyone else, easier girls, and that big freaking Tower that you can walk all over us Brelish.
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| − | Kanatash: First of all, I'm not from Aundair and any idiot could see that... next... you're Cyrean... and...
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| − | *SLAP*
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| − | Kanatash: You just... slapped me.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Yeah and that'll teach you for being a coward in my navy! We're going to take that goddamned hill.
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| − | Kanatash: I don't believe I'm asking YOU of all people but what the hell is he talking about?
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| − | Jarlot Sr: You coward! I said we're taking that goddamned hill!
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| − | Jarlot: He... relives... his war years on occasion.
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| − | Kanatash: I don't think you take hills in the NAVY.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: *hits a gong* Alright, all of the crew on deck. I have an announcement to make!
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| − | Jarlot: Oh hell.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: First of all. I know most of you haven't seen your families since our five year mission to boldly go where no man has gone before started.
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| − | Ketler: :OMG!
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| − | Jarlot Sr: To seek out new life... new civilizations. That damned Harry Mudd and his tribbles, the Romulans, Spock and his mating fervor... it's all been pretty much downhill since we let the Krebs in Starfleet.
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| − | Ketler: Hey! I'm Krebbish!
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Oh, go play with your candlebra and little wooden top!
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| − | Jarlot: *puts his hand to his face* Oh God, he's like this at parties too.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: but I see a whole ARMY of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny.
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| − | Crew: :mymy:
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| − | Jarlot Sr: But those communists will NEVER take over the glorious lands of Karrnath! We will fight them on the beaches and in the streets and we will never... surrender.
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| − | *holds his vest like Churchill*
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Thank you.
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| − | Crew: *stunned* :clap:
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| − | Jarlot Sr: So, where's this beautiful Aerith that you've been telling me about?
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| − | Jarlot: Uhhh...
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Oh there she is!
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| − | *steps over to Terra*
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Good breeding legs on this one.
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| − | *whomps her posterior*
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| − | *ignores the sight of Terra being kept by Aerith and Lisa from immense druidic violence*
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| − | Jarlot Sr: Now as Admiral of this ship I declare you two MARRIED!
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| − | Jarlot: Uhhhhh... huh.
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| − | Jarlot Sr: So Dol Dorn will stop frowning on all this sinning! Don't think I don't know what goes on a ship in the Navy between ports. It's buggery, rum, and the lash! Turn away from the love of your fellow man, my son!
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| − | Jarlot: Sir half of the crew is women...
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| − | Jarlot Sr: That's what they LOOK like but some poor blokes in denial tend to take up dressing as them. *gives Andrea the eye*
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| − | Jarlot: Right... now what do I have to do to make you leave?
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| − | Jarlot Sr: I forget why I was here. Oh well.
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| − | *tosses some yarn that Marish plays with*
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| − | *Jarlot meanwhile makes some calls to get some men in white coats to pick him up*
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| − | Kithle - First off I contest the aforementioned marriage on grounds of no license, I knew that stupid law would come in handy someday; thanks Weascle.
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| − | Reamen - Welcome
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| − | Jarlot Sr. - Jumped the gun A bit then didn't lets go get that...
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| − | Kithle - Hold it, Aerith is over there (points)
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| − | Aerith - Kithle you bastard.
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| − | Kithle - Thats what they call me. Now Admiral let me explain, this is the main ship the Forgotten Freedom. The proshop goes on the other vessel off to port the Forgotten Freedom II. Also Your son has been promoted to Commodore by virtue of Commanding a "fleet".
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| − | Jarlot Sr. - Well My boy you make an old man proud. (hug)
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| − | Jarlot - Bastard (glares at Kithle)
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| − | Kithle - :D
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| − | Sa'vor - He's enjoying this immensely.
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| − | Kanatash - Must resist urge to inflict citrus-y vengeance in front of witnesses.
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| − | Kithle - Finally This a privateer fleet loosely associated with the brelish crown by virtue of of the king being an old drinking buddy. I would advise you not to touch the females as they are some of the most dangerous people on board, dealing with the number of horny goons that make up the rest of the crew. Now if you would like a tour of the ships Mrs. Greyholme will see to everything.
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| − | Old Dwarf lady - Oh, you're the Commodore's father. You simply must meet Feal'thas. He was born on this ship. He's, and the rest of that charming Sa'vor;s kids, are just nuts about anything to do with armies and navies and such. Such avid little scholars, I think they get it from their mother's side. Sa'vor himself is much more of the philosopher type, don't you think. That Slip woman is such a good influence on him, She's the pilot. Too bad they won't settle down, imagine all those kids and no ring.
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| − | Sa'vor - :embarrass KITHLE STOP HER PLEASE.
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| − | Slip - She's right, dear, it's about time I made an honest man out of you ;) .
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| − | Sa'vor - Gah! (runs and hides)
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| − | Aerith - Not so much fun to be on the receiving end! is it dragon-boy?
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| − | Jarlot Sr. - Let us be off, then, Milady.
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| − | Old dwarf lady - What a gentlemen, reminds me of that Norbaz character, he's the cook. Now there is a proper courtship. [SIZE=1]love letters and everything...[/SIZE]
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| − | The two disappear around a corner.
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| − | Jarlot - That was the most amazing display of being a bastard I've ever seen, Kithle. Here is a plaque.
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| − | It reads " KITHLE YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD " .
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| − | Jarlot - Now keelhaul his ass!!
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| − | Crew - Yes Sir!
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| − | Kithle - Worth it!! :D
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| − | Vivi: We all know the real reason, the monsters in FF d20 were so strong. It was so the could atleast keep up the illusion of danger for me.
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| − | Terra: Sure. (rolls eyes)
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| − | Vivi: I could level several continents before the age of ten. I wield power drawn up from the very ley lines of the cosmos. Also I didn't learn magic from your precious materia or espers. It was all me.
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| − | Terra: You learned magic from little sticks.
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| − | Vivi: Shut-up :weep:
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| − | John - You know usualy they think their through more than this.
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| − | Kithle - The secret is to get them riled up enough.
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| − | John - You know the corrosion will take weeks to fix.
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| − | Kithle - That's why they call me a bastard.
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| − | John - I hate polymorph ooze.
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| − | Aerith: "Innocent is a deceptive term. You yourself lost your innocence on your third birthday, when you hit your cousin for the fun of seeing him cry. They are dangerous - driven by urges that have been muted in humanity. But they are not damned. They are capable of self-control."
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| − | In the time stream of the present, the thirteenth moon begins to vibrate. All those who possess even the tiniest piece of the blood of the Mark of Death feel a shudder in the universe, as if knowing that some great god has decided to doom the world to suffering.
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| − | 13: [COLOR=DarkRed]No! Not there. I know what I seek is there. But now there is hate. Before all I felt was… Now…something stifles it.[/COLOR]
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| − | The thirteenth moon shoots out of the sky directly for the surface of Eberron. It begins to change into its smaller fox form.
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| − | 13: [COLOR=DarkRed]I cannot let it be stifled. I must destroy all those who fear, who hate, who cause suffering to others.[/COLOR]
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| − | It aims itself directly for the Forgotten Freedom. A wave of emotion spreads out before it.
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| − | 13: [COLOR=DarkRed]I must protect… reality.[/COLOR]
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| − | Tira Mirron hefts her sword. The determination had finally come to her. She was going to end this once and for all. Suddenly she feel a sharp pain in her lower back. Looking down she sees a blade, made of bone, protruding from her gut. One moment later another bite through her neck. As her head falls it sees what killed her, an adolescent boy. They bone blades were growing from his fingertips. As the last bits of life drained from her she thought, "After all this, I'm killed by a child."
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| − | Within the crimson flame, the rakshasa grabs hold, its couatl attacker. Only to let go as an eldritch blast rips through its torso. The rakshasa falls, next to its opponent. Both itself and the couatl wounded beyond hope. He sees the same boy that killed Tira Miron, look down at him. The boy begins preparing another eldritch blast. Just before the boy fires, he says, "You're weaker than I remember." With that both couatl and rakshasa are consumed in a explosion of dark energy.
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| − | The entity's voice seems a bit calmer now, as if many of the once tortured people have found peace.
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| − | 13: [COLOR=DarkRed]It's odd. She still wished to create a church that she now knew would harm others.[/COLOR] (he turns to Volrath) [COLOR=DarkRed]Originally I did not intend to kill her. I actually thought if she only saw how much more pain her actions would cause… what I fool I was. One more illusion has been stripped away.[/COLOR]
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| − | The world around Volrath shifts much more quickly this time, and he is back on the Forgotten Freedom. The entity that brought took him into the past is nowhere to be seen. Yet he can still hear it in the back of his mind.
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| − | 13: [COLOR=DarkRed]The church is no more. ………I will be on your ship shortly.[/COLOR]
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| − | Aerith: (annoyed, thinking to herself) "Well, there's the first change. If he keeps this up I may be out of a job here. Hmmm . . . I wonder if my application for a new Creation would be accepted early?"
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| − | Over the ocean a storm of proportions previously undreamed of is brewing. In the Eye Hovers the FF.
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| − | Slip - This is bad, even here in the eye thd winds are causing trouble.
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| − | Sa'vor - What's going on?
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| − | Satnak - Willy loves an entrance.
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| − | Terra - Willy?
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| − | A rift appears in space time and a Howling gale rushes forth. Racing along its currents a figure in crystal boots and Eclectic clothing bearing a hurricane tattoo across his face and neck is visible.
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| − | Illis - Behold the wrath of the Skyride Berserker, tremble before the awesome might of the hurricane rider.
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| − | Satnak - Shut your wind hole and get on deck before Forbes decides to smack ya for grandstanding.
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| − | The next person through the rift is a much more conservative one. Normal, albeit high-quality adventuring clothes, with a tattoo of two serpent dragons coiling around his left arm (one blue one green).
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| − | Forbes - I would like to apologize for Illis, he tends to fall into the trap of trying to intimidate people by out grandstanding the villains. Enough with the storm.
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| − | The titanic hurricane begins to settle.
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| − | Kithle - Intriguing, is that stormfront roiling.
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| − | Illis - Yeah, these marks tend to move. One of the ways you can tell it's part of our school and not just random Body art.
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| − | Forbes - I hear you have an empath wielding time jumper.
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| − | Satnak - Yes I can feel the time stream twisting around itself, the temporal buffers around the ship aren't gonna last much longer. Never did get the hang of chono-manipulation beyond basic accel/deccel.
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| − | Forbes - Well the first thing to remember with empaths is they're usually nuttier than a squirrel's stash. Using feelings like that always backlashes on the user. I should know. Chrono abusers are also vulnerable to mental attacks that come from the time stream. Anti-precog manuevers tend to screw 'em over. Also Find some way of dealing with their ability to move through time so they can't escape/evade using their normal moves. Well the rest should be covered by what you know already.
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| − | Satnak - Yeah thanks, I'll get working on a suppressor Meld/power and a tracer just in case, where'd my guinea pig go?
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| − | Illis - Hey boss man, let's go, we're done here right?
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| − | Forbes - I am, you're staying until the situation is resolved.
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| − | Illis - She's gonna use me as her experiment monkey again isn't she?
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| − | Forbes - You two have the highest team scores in your year, your powers and specializations are a perfect match. I don't really care if you despise her; you two do great work. It's like a pair of siblings, you've spent so much time fighting you can't help but cover each other's weaknesses and strengths when forced to work to gether.
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| − | Forbes exits through the portal which quickly sputters out.
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| − | Illis - Well let's see... the first draft of the tracer; good thing I brought my lab gear.
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| − | Volrath: Shouldn't there be a paradox created by this?
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| − | Aerith: In a way there is. Time travel is exempt from the time flow. So even if you eliminate the purpose you had for going to the past your, trip and action will still happen. Only those with minds that transcend time will notice the difference. Only Sa'vor, myself, Kanatash, and you realize the world ever had a Silver Flame. Kithle doesn't quite have enough magic yet, but he may realise later. You probably wouldn't have remebered, but you were the one who traveled back in time.
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| − | Volrath: What about Jaela and Lisa?
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| − | Aerith: They are now followers of the Sovereign Host. Jaela is still a prophet and Lisa is still a paladin.
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| − | Volrath: Where is my family? Why am I still a part of the Forgotten Freedom?
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| − | Aerith: I don't know. :confused:
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| − | Slip stands at the helm steering the ship while Sa'vor stands nearby keeping an eye out for any irregularities in the time stream
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| − | Sa'vor: Gah, I hate time travellers. they always screw everything up.
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| − | Slip: you can jump through time at will, so you'rd just as bad.
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| − | Sa'vor: actually I'm nowhere near as bad. I keep to what's meant to happen, I don't edit or muck with it. I only use time travel as a last resort.
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| − | Slip: still. you going back in time to prepare to save me would have damaged the timeline
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| − | Sa'vor: No, it wouldn't. I was meant to do that.
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| − | Slip: so everythings planned out?
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| − | Sa'vor: there are infinite possibilities but there's a basic plan for each universe, the universe creates the situations and the person chooses in what he or she deems free will. but actualy this universe is created to create that choice. there might be a universe in which I chose the path of light. and you see how well that turned out.
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| − | Slip: I know. you're much better looking, he was far too holy.
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| − | Sa'vor: *stops for a moment* . well, anyway. changes in the plan can happen, usually the universe sorts itself out but now... well, we have a rogue time jumper. someone who shouldn't have that kind of power. I was born into the role, my job is to make sure you all make the choices you're supposed to.
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| − | Slip: *turns round* so, we were meant to be together?
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| − | Sa'vor: in this universe, yes.
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| − | Slip: so there was no choice in the matter
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| − | Sa'vor: actualy you did have a choice. you could have not chosen me, that would have been a tiny change.
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| − | Slip: you haven't influence me in anyway have you? *slightly cross*
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| − | Sa'vor: i haven't had to influence any of the crew in any way.
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| − | Slip: but if you had to?
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| − | Sa'vor: hypothetically if you were, say, suppposed to break up with me and fall in love with someone else . and the future had been changed so that certain river of time hadn't happened, then yes I would have to set it on its appropriate direction
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| − | Slip: even if I didn't want to ?
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| − | Sa'vor: if someone had messed with time so much that it wouldn't happen then yes I would have to
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| − | Slip: but what about if I had CHOSE to stay with you without any influence or editing of the timestream
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| − | Sa'vor: then I wouldn't have to change anything. you had chosen different then you were supposed to but it was a free choice without any tampering then I wouldn't have to influence or edit that choice.
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| − | Slip: but that means we all have very limited freedom!
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| − | Sa'vor: I know.
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| − | Slip: *face brightens* then that means you can see the future!
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| − | Sa'vor: to a limited degree
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| − | Slip: then what can you tell me?
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| − | Sa'vor: *slight smile* I can't
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| − | Slip: why?
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| − | Sa'vor: once again, I would be influencing the timestream. I can't do that.
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| − | Slip: that's not fair. so you would know how you would die? or I would die?
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| − | Sa'vor: yes.
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| − | Slip: how long before it happened?
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| − | Sa'vor: about a year
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| − | Slip: see any deaths on the horizon
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| − | Sa'vor: time can still be damaged. it can change direction irreparably. thats why unlicenced time jumpers are so dangerous. they don't know that they shouldn't, or they believe their all powerful * his face darkens*
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| − | Slip: what? what's wrong?
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| − | Sa'vor: he's just stopped the mourning.
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| − | Volrath, satisfied at least that the Silver Flame is no more, goes back to the upper decks. He decides to see what Lisa is like as a worshipper of Dol Arrah. Unfortunately it seems that most of the decks are deserted. He finally sees Bolt-Tooth Tony lugging a huge crossbow behind a hastily erected barricade in main corridor leading to the deck hatch.
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| − | Volrath: Yo, Tony—
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| − | Bolt-Tooth (trembling slightly): What ya still doin’ down here, ya daft wanker? The captn’s ordered all ya blasters up on deck!
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| − | Volrath hurriedly complies. There is some sort of vibe in the air, making him his emotions at a heightened level. He leaps the final steps up to the main deck.
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| − | Kithle: Oh, so Mr. “I’m a scared little boy trapped in the body of a horrible aberration” has decided to help out? I’m surprised you aren’t curled up somewhere crying over your mommy.
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| − | Terra: Hey, don’t talk to him that way!
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| − | Terra raises a hand to fire a bolt at Kithle, but Lisa smashes her hammer into Terra’s head.
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| − | Lisa: Oh, and you think just because you’re enlightened evil you can tell other people what to do?
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| − | Volrath stares at Lisa. The paladin is still wearing the emblem of the Silver Flame.
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| − | Volrath: What in Khyber is going on here? What the :censored: is that :censored: still doing wearing that :censored: flame? I just killed Tira Mirron!
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| − | Lisa (turning on Volrath): You did WHAT? Oh, that’s IT! (she whips out an obviously not-mercy longsword) All of you evil spawn are going down! I’ve never liked any of you anyway!
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| − | Terra: So all that time you were just using me?
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| − | Lisa (smirking): I would think you’d appreciate me not hiding anymore.
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| − | Kithle shakes his head violently. Something about this scene seems familiar.
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| − | Kithle: Sa’vor! I thought the shield could hold this!
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| − | Sa’vor: One. (he points over at a floating Kanatash) I think he’s dead. Something about this entity is countering his insanity-based nature like an anti-magic field.
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| − | The words “countering insanity” run through Kithle’s mind, but he still can’t get a grip on the thought.
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| − | Sa’vor: Two, this thing can move through time. We can only project enough shield to cover NOW. Where’s it’s getting through in the past and the future.
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| − | Kithle: Well let’s hope Satnak’s friend can so something with his chrono shields.
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| − | ****
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| − | The wave of emotion finally hits the Forgotten Freedom. Fortunately the übers have shored up the psionic shield so it deflects the shock… just barely. The air around the ship begins to gain a modicum of sentience, and the crew is forced to battle creatures that are less than elementals but more than living spells.
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| − | The creature, the thirteenth moon, 13, lands among them. The deck begins to warp beneath its paws. The air creatures dissolve, only to be replaced by being of projected emotion drawn from the minds of the crew.
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| − | Terra aims a blast at 13, but Sa’vor grabs her hand.
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| − | Sa’vor: I tried that once. Kithle thinks that its anger keeps it intact. Pure force of will. Until we can affect its—AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
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| − | Sa’vor falls over from the flood of evil thoughts. Every memory of someone he hurt comes back to him all at once. He is made to relive their memories one after another, from their point of view, with every stab of pain, real or emotional, emphasized like a blade to the soul.
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| − | 13: [COLOR=DarkRed]Why do you do these things?[/COLOR]
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| − | Fighting to regain his mind, Sa’vor manages to rise to a kneeling position. This actually brings him to eye level with 13.
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| − | Sa’vor: —!
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| − | The FF rocks with a blast to the port side. Sa’vor is knocked over before he can answer. Kithle looks up for a moment from the emotion entity he is battling to see that another Forgotten Freedom bristling with weapons is about half a kilometer off. He uses his psionic seer powers to zoom in. On the bow stands an alternate Jarlot, but Kithle can sense this is just their world’s Jarlot in another time stream. Behind one shoulder floats another 13, which is giving orders.
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| − | Kithle barely has time to yell “Brace yourselves!” before another blast hits the elemental ring, breaking it. Earl swoops off in a cry of glee, only to be cut short as he exists the reality sphere of the FF and ceases to exist to conform with the other timestream.
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| − | Kithle: This thing’s got some other FF on its side, and… hey, where it is?
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| − | He looks toward Sa’vor. In front of the half-dragon elf board have floated free, just resting in the air above a hole. More of the deck begins to come free, and then parts of the railing and inner bulkheads. The Forgotten Freedom is breaking apart piece by intact piece.
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| − | Eberron lies in Smoking ruin.
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| − | Slip - I thought she stopped the Mourining.
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| − | Sa'vor - Yes, so the war never ended. Also nothing shook Kithle out of his blood rage.
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| − | In Sa'vor's mind.
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| − | Sa'vor: oh Khyber oh Khyber oh Khyber.
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| − | The dark: you know, there's a particular saying I would like to impart on you
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| − | Sa'vor: which is?
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| − | The Dark: it's an old Quori saying; it goes like this: " we are all... Gonna die"
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| − | both start screaming and running around in circles. suddenly another part of Sa'vor's mind, The Time lord appears and slaps them both around the head. the dark appears like a version of Sa'vor with bright violet eyes. the time lord has two pupils shaped like hourglasses surrounded by silver.
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| − | The Time Lord: STOP IT! concentrate! pull yourselves together, you utter fools. if you don't do something, Slip's going to die.
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| − | The Dark: but that thing's ****** up the time stream! you know what that means! interdimensional Crossovers. she might not exist! do you have any idea how much trouble this will cause! we're going to have to work double shifts just to fix this mess!
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| − | The Time Lord: you forget. we have a job to do. and Satnak and friends will help.
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| − | Sa'vor: *deep breath* okay. you've stopped time, right?
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| − | The Time Lord: of course I have! you know me! I'm you! I even stopped it so that creatures normally immune will be stopped in time, so you can pull yourself together
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| − | Sa'vor: okay, objectives?
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| − | The Dark: 1. World domination
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| − | 2. prevent interdimenional crossovers.
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| − | 3. put The Dark in charge
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| − | Sa'vor: sometimes I really think you're not really me. right. real objectives ?
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| − | The Time Lord:
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| − | 1. Protect as much of the time stream as possible
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| − | 2. protect Slip
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| − | 3. protect the timestream
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| − | 4. destroy/ incapacitate 13
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| − | Sa'vor: Okay, objective one can be protcted by me pulling out of here and stopping as many of 13's attempts as possible while Satnak prepares to stop 13. objective 2... hmmmm...
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| − | The Dark: you could always kill her, then raise her later.
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| − | Sa'vor: NO, not only does that not work. but she would be really ****** off about it. I have a simpler idea. my mind is protected from time and space, right? *glances at the time lord*
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| − | The Time Lord: you already know the answer to that question
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| − | Sa'vor: well, i suggest we bring her inside my mind like I did with the Dancing Shadows. not only would she be safe but she wouldn't be affected by any time changes. and I could keep an eye on her. oh, and Dark, if you even touch or talk to her I will make you live with ... The Daemon.
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| − | The Dark: YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU KNOW HOW BAD HE IS!! Time lord, stop him from doing that!
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| − | The Time Lord: I can't, you know he's in charge now. he only kept our personalities to have someone to talk to now and then. and because the writer needed something to do with his spare time.
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| − | Sa'vor: Right. now that's settled, we'll have to sort out the other objectives. any suggestions?
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| − | The Time Lord: we can send Tara and Naz'roth with us as backup. we don't know how powerful this thing is.
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| − | Sa'vor: true. Dark?
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| − | the Dark: * stares distractedly over to the Daemon's section. this version of Sa'vor has bright red scales and glowing red eyes. he mouths "see you later" and grins evilly from behind his barred cage* oh? yeah. right. well, we could always try to reason with 13.
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| − | theres silence while they take this in.
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| − | The Time Lord: you're suggesting that we take a non-violent path? are you ill?
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| − | Sa'vor: I should think he would be. he's afraid of the Daemon.
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| − | *they all shudder*
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| − | The Time Lord: well, let's not sit here yapping. let's get on with this.
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| − | Beryl and P/Y/R are sitting in their new room in the lower part of the ships, across the hall from the bar. The door looks normal except that it is made wholly of Silver. But once you're inside the room you notice that it seems you have walked on to a huge naval battlefield, with little Island of bloody carnage floating in a sea of molten silver.
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| − | P/Y/R: So what was on that bit of paper that you had me …have the captain sign? I will Move my Warforged Barbarian up to you dretch and attack it.
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| − | *She wave her hand a charmed Warforged that’s upper body is painted red and a big ax moves forward and attacks the lesser demon that was once a redshirt. *
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| − | Beryl: Oh, it was sort of a divorce decree, I will leave him alone and he can keep his ‘loot’ and the ship. I get the parts of the ship that are manifest zones to the Plane of conflict and I am the official demonic Baroness of the ship and all the souls of any redshirt that dies in my part of the ship. I use the Drider’s Teleporting spell to switch the Dretch with my Balor and then have the Balor off your Forged.
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| − | *Then Fiendish man-spider thingy chants a few word, when it finishes the Dretch is replaced by a large and imposing Balor who for some reason is wearing a cowboy hat. The Balor decapitates the warforged. The forged’s body vanishes and then appears on an other island fully healed.*
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| − | P/Y/R: Damn that was my best melee-er, I will have a wolf base the Balor and have my Ranger Shoot your Drider twice. So what do you think of Volrath? *A shifter Redshirt with the words 'Timber wolf' taped to his shirt moves up to the Balor. Then a Female redshirt with a cloak Shoots two arrow from her bow but only hits the spider thing once. *
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| − | Beryl: Hmmm I don’t know. I haven’t really met him, All I really know is that he is like Terra's nephew or something… but that’s not really a problem now because I don’t think I’m a Video game character anymore… why? Hmm, I move one of my Abyssal stalkers to base your ranger and then have my half-fiend Ogre attack your Fire elemental. * An odd little demon moves up to the ranger and the Ogre misses the fire elemental. *
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| − | P/Y/R: Well he is my first minion. He was started to follow me right after I changed and then he just poofed away… and he is kinda cute. Fire elemental attacks the ogre and My Dire Bear moves up and attacks the Balor. * The a the Fire elemental [a redshirt painted red and lit on fire. ] kills the ogre and then another shifter who has be enlarged and has the word bear written on him hits the Balor. *
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| − | Beryl: Well I don’t care who you date… as long as it is no one related to Jarlot and you stay as far away as you can from Caralot, oh and if I become a grandmother any time before the next ten years is up you're going to be grounded. The Balor attack himself and kills all your units with his death burst. * The Balor blows up and kills all the other redshirts. Then all the redshirts return to their normal form and are moved to another island. *
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| − | P/Y/R: Hey that’s cheating!
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| − | Beryl: Duh, I’m a demon lord I get to cheat.
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| − | Illis and Satnak - Muwhahahahahahahahaha
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| − | Igor - Nithe but ithn't that out of character?
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| − | Illis - nah
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| − | Satnak - Maniacal laughter was 20 percent of the final in energetic systems engineering
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| − | Igor - :confused:
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| − | Illis - Mad science inolving psi.
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| − | Igor - Ahh.
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| − | Satnak - Anyway I've got a suppression field set plus power stones for it so any other psis can help out. The tracer effect is built into this stone put it somewhere near the helm, our new bracelets will do the targeting for it. (shows of ornate Riedran crysteel bands with little arrows and clocks carved into them)
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| − | ON deck.
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| − | Satnak - Okay, Sa'vor. We'll take care of 13. While you do what you can on damage control. OK?
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| − | Illis - Let's see here, oh here's a new one.
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| − | Illis activates his call stone located in his right pocket.
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| − | A massive Hammer (think goliath greathammer sized for a goliath) made of an alloy of adamant and deepcrystal, erupts forth from thin air.
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| − | Illis - This is the Rambuster, it crushes an enemy's energy flow as easily as it crushes bones. Perfect for people with annoying tricks like time travel or regeneration.
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| − | Satnak - HMmm. (the callstone in her ponytail begins to glow) I think I'll use the old Slitter Fang, its got a vicious edge and tends to rip out vital organs.
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| − | A staff and blade weapon that bears some resemblance to a glaive is summoned. Its Crysteel blade is a wicked serrated affair, its oaken staff is slightly curved in an s shape to make swings more powerful.
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| − | Kithle - (flickering between normal and a version lacking the eye tattoos with countless scars criss-crossing his body instead) Impressive... but who was the .... unfortunate sap... whose arse .... you pulled those from...?
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| − | Satnak - It's that armory thing I told you about earlier.
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| − | Illis - (sommoning up a breast plate armor) Yeah, it's pretty damned convenient. Though it does make specializing a sub-optimal choice.
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| − | Sa'vor - Its times like this I'm glad I never ****** her off.
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| − | Deamon - :eek: agreed
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| − | ----
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| − | Kanatash: Stupid boy!
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| − | He float over to Volrath.
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| − | Kanatash: Stupid boy!
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| − | With that he slaps Volrath across the face. Sending Volrath to the other side of the ship
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| − | Volrath: What did I do?
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| − | Kanatash: You created a paradox. Small ones can be fixed, but this is one hell of a paradox. Paradoxes this large tear at the
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| − | stitchings of reality itself. To save itself Reality closes off the affected area. An hour of so after the paradox accures, all of that affected plane is sealed off. Recognizing this all of the Great Old Ones, besides :coolcthul and Hastur (as he says this thunder rumbles in the distance.) have left. Yes, even your dear old daddy. Now there is no way out for us.
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| − | Volrath: I didn't know! :weep:
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| − | Kanatash: You should have!
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| − | Kanatash begins to kick, the prone form of Volrath. Only stopping when a blast of emotion hits him.
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| − | As 13 makes its appearance, Kanatash suddenly begins to convulse wildly until he goes limp and settles to the deck. Caralot runs over and embraces him.
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| − | Caralot: NOOOOO!!! What's happened to him!
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| − | Terra: (checks pulse) I'm not sure what's wrong with him, but I don't think any sort of harm to his physical form can actually kill him. He seems to have gone into some sort of coma. That being seems to be suppressing the madness he relies upon and I don't know exactly what's going to happen.
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| − | Micheal: (speaking to everyone else) Uh, guys, I'm just thinking that considering than the real combat hasn't even begun and we're already one uber down that we might be screwed on this one. Might I suggest we cut our losses now and flee to the bar.
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| − | Terra: You know there's no guarantee that that thing won't be able to reach you there too.
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| − | Micheal: Yeah, but right now it looks like the end of the world is coming with us all facing messy deaths, and that's something I'd rather not have to go through sober. (to the crew) WHO'S WITH ME!
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| − | Crew: AYE!
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| − | The majority of the crew and redshirts rush of the the bar to get hammered before they all die while Terra, Caralot, and a handful of others stand on the deck.
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| − | ----
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| − | 13 - You can't stop me, outworlders.
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| − | Illis - I'm a Berserker; all your power serves to do is fuel my fury.
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| − | Satnak - (eyes alight with hate) NO ONE USES MY SISTER LIKE THAT, YOU FREAK.
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