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The Crescent
Player ID: 138228
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Regeneration : 4
Energetic immunity : 5
Trade sense : 0
Briskness : 4
Initiative : 0
Defence : 7
Attack : 18
Luck : 1
Power : 4
Transposition Principle = 26
Principle of Enthropy = 16
Darkness Principle = 40
Principle of Imagination = 19
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Battle stats
Won: 139 | Lost: 98
Honor: -516
MindPower: 4
You are not yet a member of any alliance
Swept away by the wind.

Sitting on the edge of the fountain, you watch the ripples surrounding your hand undulate as you dip your bottle deeply into the still water. It is cool and calming and refreshing. The air in the bottle bubbles up to the surface as it is replaced and as soon as the bubbles stop, lifting your hand up carefully, you see the bottle is now full to the brim. Something moves catching your eye and dissapears from view, behind the fountain. Suprised you put the bottle down quickly and stand up. Peering round the side of the fountain curiously, you are shocked to see a tall slender figure sitting serenely in the shade. You start to wonder if he was there when you arrived and if he has been sitting there all along without you realising. It doesnt look like he was the one to have caused the movement either, as he is still, his dark cloaked head hanging almost uncomfortably as is he was asleep. After years of traveling these lands it is not uncommen to see new people, new faces every day, but there was something different about this man. His clothing shadowy and dark seemed to fade away into the ground by his feet and the way he sat there, not moving, almost lifeless was quite unnerving, however there was something calming about him also. He did not move, and you did not feel like disturbing him. Quietly moving yourself back around to pick up the bottle and with time not on your hands, you felt this was a good time to leave.

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Elemental IV Grasan II

The everlasting sun

Beating down, the suns rays smother the land in heat warmth and light. Its neverending gaze plows through the morning mist and penetrates the cool air, which fights clinging on to the grass tips and the surrounding rocks. Fingers of light creep slowly around the doors and the window frames, casting out the shadowy life which flees for shelter.

The Day of Light has begun.

This Land has been invaded by the light, taken over by the warmth, it is now merely a prisoner of the heat.

Only a fool would think this will last forever.




Page 539 - A Debt Repaid
Syrian peeks around a corner, trying to spy on Azull. She grins and stifles a giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. "I can hear you, Syrian," he says, turning around. She frowns a moment before bounding up to him. "So, um, did you need me for-" She stops speaking as Azull scowls a bit. Syrian clears her throat before starting again, "I mean, was there anything else you required of me, my king?" Azull shakes his head. "Run along. Play, if you must." Syrian races across the Necrovion landscape before pausing. "Stupid adults and their stupid proto callings or whatever! Why can't they ever just have fun?" Within a moment, there is nothing but a cloud of dust where she stood as she's off to make mischief. ...
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