Raid
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Post by Raid on Dec 7, 2008 22:59:20 GMT -8
Raid sat on a gravestone, a stick of dark purple Drarth'ian in between his lips. Smoke the same colour as the crystal blew out from around the stick, tiny crystals shimmering in it. His silver eyes looked up at the black sky, the moonlight illuminating this eternal resting place he loved so much.
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Div/ Bane
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Post by Div/ Bane on Dec 8, 2008 0:14:07 GMT -8
Div entered the graveyard, the rusted gates squeeking earilly on its hinges. The demon came to this place where night and gloom were common... and absolute. Masters of the dark arts could fully appreciate the sanctity and death of the place.
Every bitter emotion, every heartless kill, and every forlorn scream as life was taken transfered as spirit trails that permeated the area where they were burried. It was because of this dark attraction that the demon came, meaning to try all manner of new techniques...
Div's art was not one of memorised spells... but rather, he had learned to make the powers of hell his plaything, and used them as an extension of his body. No spell should be performed twice. And so, he came to make more. However, he wasn't expecting Raid.
"Good evening, Raid. Excuse me for being away for so long, but what title would you go by now? I'm a little behind the times."
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