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Post by cael on Sept 21, 2007 18:42:20 GMT -5
Cael was out of sight, however. He was unconcious deep in a large mound of snow. His skin was turning slightly blue from the frost, and he shivered. With the voices of his 'allies' he awoke. "Huh?... Where are we?... What happened to Xynd?... Wait... Snow... Ising!" He thrashed his arms to pull himself out of the snow. His clothes were very unkind to him, as he was wearing only a silken shirt and baggy, water-soaking pants. "Valter, Rabbit, why are we in Ising, what happened?"
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Post by valter on Oct 7, 2007 21:31:00 GMT -5
Valter cast an incredulous look back at Rabbit, before giving Cael a derisive glare. "Oh, nothing, nothing really," Valter began in a deceptively calm voice. "Except for your com-plete-ly random transformation into some bloody dragon that decided to sweep us on your back, send us for an hours long trip, and land us in some damned iced hell in the middle of nowhere!" Valter screamed, swinging his sword viciously in front of him to vent out some of his rage; his temper, and the flames on his sword, were so hot that they melted a half-foot swath of snow on contact.
"So, Cael, I think you've got to make a choice now. Do you want this in the gut, or the head?" Valter snarled.
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Post by cael on Oct 7, 2007 21:48:59 GMT -5
"I choose neither. It's in your best interest for you to have me live anyway. I can teleport away from here before you could slice me with your sword. However, I can choose to take you with me. It's your choice Valter. I don't know what you're babbling about. There are no dragons in Xynd, but regardless, killing me would only make your situation worse. Not to mention the fact that everyone thinks I'm still on the side of good, and I'll be ressurected in a few days. Now Valter, make your choice. Kill me, stranding you on a frozen wastleland, and me, ultimately getting away with things, or let me teleport you back to wherever you want to go."
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Post by valter on Oct 17, 2007 20:12:27 GMT -5
"Why you-!" Valter began in an outrage, fully prepared to club Cael in the head with his sword. With a great deal of reluctance, however, Valter began to see that Cael did have a point. "Infuriating." Valter growled, angrily sliding his sword back into its sheath. "Alright. I do think you owe us a bit for landing us into this mess, Silverbrow." Valter muttered, flexing his guantlet hand absentmindedly. "Take us back."
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Post by cael on Oct 22, 2007 21:33:30 GMT -5
"Ah, but there is one condition. From the minute I decided to help you out in your little plans, it has been completely for you. Now, I've decided I want something for myself. For a while now I've grown tired of paying rent to landlords, of buying my own food, and generally performing meager tasks that are forced upon me by my living status. So, I want a Demiplane. It's rather easy to make one. All I require is a little bit of your... Well, some call it Life Force. It won't affect you in any permanent way, a bit of brawling will restore what you've lost. I could pay for the spell by myself, but with my new opportunity... Well, you get the picture... Oh, and don't think that if when I teleport you, then you can just forget about our deal, because a Greater Quest spell can fix that." Cael smirked.
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