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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 23:10:35 GMT -5
Where the warlocks of Qarth reside.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 23:11:00 GMT -5
Amelia finally arrives outside the tower, looking about to see if there was a conventional entrance.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 23:16:58 GMT -5
As opposed to whatever a nonconventional entrance is, there is a door.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 23:18:15 GMT -5
Ami grins to herself, approaches the door slowly and knocks.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 23:19:41 GMT -5
It opens, and a large man with a sword answers. He looks at her with cruel eyes. He babbles in some language she doesn't understand.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 23:22:25 GMT -5
"Hello there," Ami says, curtsying to the man. "My name is Amelia Royce; this is the Warlock's Tower, yes?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 23:24:53 GMT -5
The man thinks, then smiles suddenly and opens the door farther.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 23:26:38 GMT -5
Ami grins and enters the tower, giving the man another curtsy before looking around the room.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 23:35:03 GMT -5
She sees it is nearly empty, as the large door slams behind her. A few old men stare at her curiously. One of them is cutting into what...appears to be a human heart with a very slim blade.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 23:38:36 GMT -5
"Is... is that a heart?" Amelia asked, looking from a distance before approaching the men. It looked nowhere near as bad as severed heads. "Why are you cutting into it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 0:07:43 GMT -5
They look up, then at her. They smile at her questions, clearly neither understanding a damn thing she said, nor caring to. One rises, then opens a door for her to go in Stairs are leading farther up the tower.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 0:12:52 GMT -5
"No one going to talk to me?" Amelia asked, crossing her arms to push her breasts up, a questioning look on her face. "What's up there then?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 0:21:16 GMT -5
They babble at her incomprehensibly, beckoning her up.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 0:24:03 GMT -5
Ami raises an eyebrow at them before beginning to walk up the stairs, keeping an eye out for anything strange.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 0:54:36 GMT -5
If Ami doesn't consider a bunch of old men dissecting a heart weird, then there is little enough to spring her suspicions. She climbs the stairs, to see a table, straps at about arm and feet level. Two more old men stand there, sharpening scalpels.
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