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Post by Lilium on Dec 30, 2006 1:17:44 GMT -5
((So he's a necromancing sorcerer? Or a necromancing mage??))
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Dec 30, 2006 1:19:09 GMT -5
(I beg your pardon?)
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Post by petdr89 on Dec 30, 2006 1:21:08 GMT -5
My god it was hot, far too hot for someone with dark purple fur. It also didn’t help that the creature in question wore all dark clothing and had black wings. His body was like a furnace right now, and he was degrading himself by crawling around on his hands and knees. The amount of alcohol in his body certainly wasn’t helping either; it had absorbed just about all the water in his body. He couldn’t even sweat anymore, and was quickly loosing his sanity. He had taken his black shirt off a while ago and tied it around his wrist, but that hadn’t help any. He felt like he was on death’s door; he was sure this would be the day he would die. But to go like this? Panting and clawing through the sand like an animal? He wouldn’t allow it. No, if he were going to die today he was going to make sure it wasn’t in this god forsaken sand. How did he get here anyway? He couldn’t even remember. “Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam” he muttered. “But I’ll be dammed if it’s like this” he continued, talking to himself. He stopped crawling and clutched his stomach, and then threw up the entire contents of his stomach. He lay down beside his own vomit; needing to rest before continuing. He saw green up in the distance, but he didn’t believe it was real and didn’t think he would make it that far.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 30, 2006 1:21:46 GMT -5
((Well, a necromancing mage can be good or evil, if they were not born a warlock. If born a warlock, they are a necrolock, meaning they're good, but if they become evil they become a necromancing sorcerer because sorcerers are warlocks turned evil.))
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Dec 30, 2006 1:24:07 GMT -5
(*backs away slowly*)
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Post by petdr89 on Dec 30, 2006 1:25:51 GMT -5
((Uh, yeah, I'm clueless about that type of thing. XD That's okay, I'll figure it out.))
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Post by Lilium on Dec 30, 2006 1:28:11 GMT -5
((lol))
The Gelert looked up and saw what she couldn't believe — green, in a desert?! She ran towards it, frantic, the static electricity bursting from the sand after every step she took, causing it to hop into the air and settle back to the ground.
She wished she knew the ability her teacher told her about: the sacred ability to have lightning strike them and strike them down somewhere else, wherever they desired. Like teleporting, only it could fault and kill you if done improperly. But she was far, far too unadvanced for such a move. Not even her teacher dared practice it, though he had achieved it once before.
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Post by ::ANDY:: on Dec 30, 2006 1:31:56 GMT -5
(alright.. I'll go along with it.)
The necromancer was a former necrolock. Now he was a sorcerer, a sorcerer that could bring forth the dead and command them to do his bidding. But he found no demon corpse or even a hint of a demon aura, until he spotted green off in the distance. The pulse of a demonic aura called to him, and he took off with whatever energy he had left, which wasn't much, towards it. He hated feeling this weakness this, this lack of energy and power. Once he had that demon under his command, he would never feel weak again. The very thought made his blood surge and his speed quicken.
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Post by petdr89 on Dec 30, 2006 1:34:52 GMT -5
Strips looked towards the blob of green as he desperately tried to at least elevate himself to his hands and knees again. There was no way he was standing anytime soon; he was far too tired and much too shaky.
Wait, what was that? Was that a cloud? Running towards the green? And something else....but what? Strips couldn't tell; everything was blurry. Actually, he thought it was just another hallucination. Maybe if he closed his eyes for a moment it would go away. He tried it. Nope, everything was still there. Maybe he was too insane to know what he was doing, or maybe he actually believed what he was seeing was real, but he heaved himself forward again; determined.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 30, 2006 1:40:05 GMT -5
((Lol, "Was that a cloud? Running towards the green?" too funny...))
Finally, finally she made it! It appeared to be a small oasis. There was water! She rushed to drink some, unaware of all the static she'd collected. So when she drank...
"OWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!"
It felt like a million needles poking her repeatedly at a very, very fast speed. And it ended, and she didn't feel any better. "Owwww," she mumbled.
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Post by Lilium on Dec 30, 2006 1:44:31 GMT -5
((ROFL Knew that was comin, eh?))
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Post by petdr89 on Dec 30, 2006 1:47:27 GMT -5
((lol))
"Oh my god, that cloud ran into the blob" Strips muttered. He was so confused; where had the cloud gone? Had it exploded when it hit the blob? Or had the blob swallowed it whole? And.....Wait, what was this he felt? Surely it wasn't grass. He couldn't believe it, he had made it, and it was real. He ran his hand up a tree trunk as he tried to pull himself up to his feet, but only succeeded in collapsing to his knees again. This wasn't tolerable; he didn't come all this way to die on the door step of paradise. “Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam” he muttered again, picking himself up and throwing himself towards the water. But he didn't quite make it; he was so close, but was having trouble dragging himself the last few steps.
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Post by petdr89 on Dec 30, 2006 1:47:49 GMT -5
((lol, yeah.))
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Post by Lilium on Dec 30, 2006 1:57:36 GMT -5
((what's all that gibberish Strips is saying??))
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Post by petdr89 on Dec 30, 2006 1:59:19 GMT -5
((Eh, it's nothing important. I just figured someone in a lot of stress would revert back to their native language. He probably won't say it again.))
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