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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 14:38:24 GMT -5
"Also batshit insane," he mumbled.
"Where" "Are" "You" "From" "Sorcerer"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 14:47:38 GMT -5
"In a sane world, madness is freedom." Oriax chided Nyles, remembering these people called themselves the Free Folk. "Sanity can be a prison. A padded cell for the small-minded."
"I hail from Asshai-by-the-Shadow." he answered his hosts, looking to each rather than addressing only one. "Do you know of it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 14:54:09 GMT -5
"Sounds" "Made" "Up" "But" "IF" "You" "Have" "Power" "No" "Matter"
Nyles just drains his liquor. "Prison is better than this fucking cold."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 15:07:38 GMT -5
"Indeed,power is all that matters." he agreed, somehow taking comfort in the knowledge that the existence of his homeland did not matter, that he could not prove it to these people even if he wished to. Perhaps he had dreamed it all. "I take it your queen has power of her own?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 15:19:29 GMT -5
"All" "The" "Power" They explained. Nyles was just shaking his head, wishing he had bought his house in Lys with his fifty slave women.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 15:34:14 GMT -5
"Yet power never fills the void...only increases the appetite." he mused, more to himself than the Theos. "When do we depart?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 15:35:55 GMT -5
"Tomorrow". They answer, for once in unison. Nyles waves his knife around.
"Yayyy.....hopefully this queen doesn't flay us alive."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 16:54:04 GMT -5
"Ever the optimist, Nyles." Oriax replied, settling in for the night.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 17:17:10 GMT -5
Oriax wakes up to a purple-veiled figure. The shape speaks in low but thundering tones. "Lord Oriax, congratulations ons your newly acquired exile."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 17:20:44 GMT -5
"Every man, woman, and child is alone in Asshai." he replied evenly, noting the figure with mild interest. "Exile has no meaning to one who walks alone."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 17:23:56 GMT -5
"Yet," the figure says, casually, "It does. You sought the approval of your betters. The council. And then you are given a spot on it and...*poof* it all comes crashing down." The figure begins coming into focus. "You cast a death spell on me, sorcerer." His voice is more amused than angry. "It is adorable, really. To think to use magic. Against ME."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 17:33:54 GMT -5
"I sought power through my betters, not approval. I was a dog on a leash. No longer." he replied evenly, before offering a sardonic bow. "A pleasure to see you again, Lord Dayne. Call the spell a greeting card, from one sorcerer to another. We are both such busy men, but friends must make an effort to stay in touch. The little things to show you care."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 18:09:47 GMT -5
"I agree," his soulless voice intones. "Which is why I have sent you a present of my own. Consider it a mark of respect."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 18:16:00 GMT -5
"How generous of you to think of me when you are entangled in your own war." Oriax replied, as if it had flattered him. "I must ask, does your new crown give you fulfillment or is it hollow on your head? I would have thought a man with such hobbies would be beyond titles and thrones."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 18:28:22 GMT -5
Bryce chuckled. "I smashed one crown already, more will be easier." He looked to the sorcerer. "You chase demons dead five thousand years and say I am beyond titles and thrones. I know Vhagus called to you, sorcerer. He is the Deceiver, the strongest of the Five empowered by Malryas Bolton to go forth and raise chaos on behalf of his masters. He told you the ice held your destiny, I imagine." A laugh echoed. "Your destiny is unlife. To mate with the Great Other and to be the host for her children. To be fortune's whore, Lord Oriax."
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