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| Topic Started: Sat Nov 20, 2004 9:02 pm (305 Views) | |
| Master Ace | Tue Dec 21, 2004 12:54 am Post #16 |
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Ace continued to scan the dunes as Shynthriir spoke. Aparently this assassin that sought after him was a reputable villan. Ace's ruby eyes turning back quickly to Shynthriir as he paused. He followed the drow's eyes to the figure in the distance. he had his doubts that the man would randomly be found wandering through the desert, but it appeared that fate might have pulled out it's hand. Ace casted a quickened spell as he rested his hand upon Shynithriir's shoulder. "Do you know what he looks like?" Ace asked as Far sight began to take effect. Shynthriir would now be ablle to see his target three times as good though it would do little good if he had no idea what his assassin looked like. |
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| Shynthriir | Tue Dec 21, 2004 1:19 am Post #17 |
 
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Shynthriir didn't know what the man would look like, he had only seen him once and that was back when he was only two feet tall. His vision was enhansed though, by aid from Master Ace, and then he saw the man more clearly. I presume, he started to say, That he is adorned in black robes with red trim. He was describing the person who he was looking at, His eyes gleem with fire and they seem to tell you his evil desires. Behind him, there was grand wings, the wings where what were twinkling in the distance, The wings seem to flicker constantly, though they are not white, like normal wings. They are black and it seems as if souls are trapped in them. It was a horrid sight indeed. He looked to Ace and then asked, Have you perhaps seen him before? |
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| Master Ace | Tue Dec 21, 2004 3:46 pm Post #18 |
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Ace knew he didn't know the man. He only knew three male drow and one was standing next to him. The other two were Veronna's brother and Ace's gaurdian, and Ace was sure that neither of them were the assassin and could not be so. Acted casted far sight on himself, to get a veiw of what Shythriir spoke of anyway. By his 'presumtion' it was apparent that he was decribing this drow they were looking at. "I can not say I have seen or met him before; however, the wings seem familiar in a strange sense. I have not seen anything like them though, I beleive I have read of them somewhere," Ace replied as he wondered if the drow in the distance saw them as well. |
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| Shynthriir | Wed Dec 22, 2004 2:36 am Post #19 |
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The feeling was very cold as it ran down his back, his spine. The feeling was not a pleasing one. For a moment, his eyes and the eyes of the man locked, it seemed as if he knew Shynthriir was there, who he was, why he came, how he knew to come. It seemed as if this man now knew the seemingly bottomless depths of Shynthriir's mind and soul. It was not a pleasent feeling at all. Shynthriir droped to his knees from the chill, it was starting to pain him, he didn't know if this man was the one responcable for it, though he knew that this was something far from being natural. The Harsh wind about both Shynthriir and Ace because stonger, they started to move fast. Shynthriir then paniced, it was one thing if he fell to this man, though he would never allow another person to fall to his own fait. Ace was here, and Shynthriir feared the worse. Ace was powerful, Shynthriir knew that, though he was doubting his power against this man along with the power of Ace. Run, Shynthriir shouted to be heard over the increasing winds, Save yourself while you can. Shynthriir held a warried look on his face, both for himself and Ace, He has no nead for you, if you stay, you will only be in his way and he will kill you. His fears made his doubts grow. He thought he had everything so planned out, though he now realized that this was nothing you could plan for, this was the end, all hopes seemed lost. |
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| Master Ace | Sat Dec 25, 2004 4:04 am Post #20 |
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Ace wathed Shynthriir from the corners of his eyes. What ever it was that droped Shynriir to his knees was unknown to Ace. Perhaps fear. Perhaps relization that this was reality, the assassin would not be settling for small talk as Shynthriir seemed to beleive in his naivity. Perhaps he even sensed the power of this being. Ace watched as the harsh wind trailed sand behind it's circle around them. Ace heard Shynthriir's words, but paid them little head. He would not run. Not when his freind and student cringed to the ground. Shynthriir may not have been know well enough to call a true freind, but Ace tusted his word. Ace's flame red eyes returned resolutely to Shynthriir's assassin. Flames wreathed around Ace's claws. This Assassin seemed to be a mage of some sort or at least a goon with magical gadets. Ace's only fear was that too much magic would be used. If that were the case, Ace could be more a hazard than an aid. If it can to that point Ace hoped he would be quick enough to stop himself before he lost control of his body. "Am I to leave when you cower ber him, unable even to defend yourself? Besides you have better chance of leaving when you aren't on your own," Ace yelled over the winds. |
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