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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:37 pm
"Talk to the Lord of Battles first. He may have some insight for ye. There has to be a reason why Tempus hasn't called him out before now. For all of his drawbacks, the Reaver serves a purpose, ye know. Good luck to ye. Be safe." says Emnast pushes himself to his feet and going over to Kero he gives him a hug.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:43 pm
*Kero hugs him back*
Don't worry about me....if push comes to shove, I'll dive ionto my own realm...if Garagos is stupid or insane enough to follow me there, he deserves his fate...you know what they say about fighting Voidmages in the Void...
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:51 pm
"Ye'd be crazy to do so... I should know..." laughs Emnast freely.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:59 pm
*Kero chuckles*
Actually, though....I don't think we ever fought with this blade, did we....our last fight was on the ship....so no...you've never seen this blade in action, have you?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:02 pm
"It does look at bit different form the one ye wielded then. A new present from someone special?" says Emnast admiring it from afar.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:05 pm
*Kero chuckles*
From my master, for a job well done...it's forged from one of his scales...so this little baby isn't something you trifle with...*Looks at a small, slowly dying plant outside...infected with Parasites, death would not only end its suffering, but prevent the parasites from spreading as well...and he lops it in half...the plant crumbles into dust, taking the parasitic mites with it, as the blade sucks away its energy*
Kinda glad we made up before I got this little baby, eh?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:11 pm
Emnast chuckles to himself. "That would be putting it mildly... Careful wielding that thing, bro... ye don't want it backfiring..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:14 pm
*Kero chuckles*
I always am....I'll be back by morning, Little Brother....watch over my son for me, would you?
*He leaves...and Pasa wakes up three hours before Kero is due to arrive back...and pokes Emnast*
Hey...where's Mes'Sirrah?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:18 pm
Emnast wakes up slowly, yawning. "Lucy is off doing Lucy stuff... he said he'd be back by 9 this morning..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:23 pm
Emnast chuckles and wipes the sleep from his eyes. "Yer father's real name is Luciel... I've been calling him Lucy since he mooned us from the shell... And he in turn calls me Emma... to get even, I suppose... all in good fun... all in good fun. Ye hungry?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:30 pm
*Pasa nods*
Very hungry....can we make breakfast?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:32 pm
"Well, as it is my turn to cook, guess we better. And ye can help me carry it down to the others, fair enough..." laughs Emnast walking into his kitchen.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:41 pm
*Pasa nods, helping with the cooking and carrying down*
So what did Mes'Sirrah have to do?
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 1:48 pm
"Said something about talking to a god... it's what he does, ye know... talk to gods and all sorts of big wigs... while us little folk putter around and make breakfast. So what shall we make", says Emnast lightly. "Omlettes, pancakes... or french toast?"
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