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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 11:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 1:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 2:06 pm
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Jinx Nicole Violet-West
The Earth is our mother, and so much more...
Nicole chuckled. Of course Clyde would find some other way to justify paying her for her services. "I believe I may have both. Hold on a moment." She got up from her chair and went through the beaded doorway that led to her storeroom. She returned shortly with two small sacks. "Here you go. Red jasper and tiger eye."
...If you are gentle to her, she will give you great power.
Տդօա ℟αѵҽղ Rowena Sleet Owens, neé Roth
I am no peaceful, beautiful dove...
From her chambers in the magic-users wing of the Watchtower, Snow Raven felt the two different types of magic energy fluctuating and colliding. She could also feel that one of the magics was now drawing on the user's life force. She recognized that energy more than the other. It was Dreamer's. Her teammate was in danger. Focusing on the location of the energies, Snow Raven teleported between Dreamer and the one whose magic was familiar yet not quite recognizable. The icy fireball the dragonlike man had fired flew into Snow's cloak and disappeared, doing her no harm. "Dreamer, cease your spell. You're killing yourself. I'll deal with this one now," she ordered in her signature calm tone.
...But nor am I an ugly, spiteful crow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 2:47 pm
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((You used the wrong set up for Raven))
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering,”
Dreamer blinks and drops her arms, the flames ceasing as she turns to stare at Snow Raven in dull confusion. "Snow..? Nimhneach sé... Gach rud nimhneach...", she mumbles, turning her gaze down to stare blankly at her charred hands. A dazed and confused laugh bubbles up from her raw throat, which causes her to start coughing again. "I'm sorry...", she rasps as she passes out, her mind and body finally unable to handle the damage while conscious.
“Fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” -Edgar Allan Poe
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 3:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 3:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 3:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 3:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 4:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:15 pm
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