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Post by DMis on Nov 17, 2015 0:35:05 GMT -5
Forsaken swung about again. She smiled as she moved.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 17, 2015 2:03:53 GMT -5
Wax's light kept floating about, eventually illuminating a few... odd symbols, so to speak. He fidgited and flared, trying to catch their attention.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 17, 2015 10:09:20 GMT -5
"Hmm..." Mysterion shimmied up the cliff wall, putting aside his peeping ways for the sake of the investigation. "And what do we have here?"
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Post by DMis on Nov 17, 2015 12:32:15 GMT -5
Forsaken climbed up to look at the symbols. Her hands traced them as she smiled at one that was at her hip.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 17, 2015 22:48:26 GMT -5
The fireball wiggled, trying to determine what made the symbols special as well.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 17, 2015 22:51:29 GMT -5
Mysterion turned to face Forsaken. "So what's the story here?"
Paul looked over the edge to check on them, breathing lowly almost in a gravelly sigh.
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Post by DMis on Nov 17, 2015 23:03:50 GMT -5
"Symbols of the gods. Most of them anyways," she offered. She looked up to Paul. "We're going to come up soon!" she called up to him.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 18, 2015 0:06:21 GMT -5
Wax's flame darted to the top of the chasm, sitting on his stone cold body as it slowly regained motion.
"That didn't take long," Crona noted.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 18, 2015 17:16:26 GMT -5
Paul nodded down to her with a stiff exhale.
Mysterion began the trek back up, tracing the outline of the symbols along the way. "What kinda gods we talking about here?"
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Post by DMis on Nov 18, 2015 20:40:57 GMT -5
Forsaken sighed. "Those created from that of a world long destroyed after being slated for a game. Their only hope would be to trust the void as to not loose their minds and hearts. Blood was shed in a multitude of different lights. Each had their role to take time and space and ease the pain of what they had lost.... And some of us... We survived. Striving in life with things we couldn't do until after death," she answered. Her voice grew soft with each sentence.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 18, 2015 23:59:56 GMT -5
Wax's body finally regained its black color, the man slowly being reduced to a puddle as his eyes finally re-opened. With a quick shake and stretch, he returned himself to his proper shape. "I miss anything?" he asked, Crona shaking their head.
"I didn't miss you," Ragnarok jeered, the demon sword finally back to its insulting trick.
"NOW LISTEN HERE!"
"Boss, your heat sack pressure!
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 19, 2015 0:04:13 GMT -5
Mysterion blinked as he listened to Forsaken's description. Then he resumed climbing and muttered, "Must've taken you one hell of a long time to come up with that one."
He reached the surface level with minimal effort, leaning against an indifferent Paul. The latter just stared inquisitively at Forsaken as she ascended.
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Post by DMis on Nov 19, 2015 0:06:43 GMT -5
Forsaken tugged on her rope. "RAGNAROK! BEHAVE OR NO SWEETS!" she called in a slightly angered tone.
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Post by ryocker on Nov 19, 2015 0:22:22 GMT -5
Ragnarok shifted his gaze, then shrunk back. "You win this round," he growled.
"Hmmph... So, what was the importance of that symbol down there?" Wax asked.
"Symbol?"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 19, 2015 8:57:08 GMT -5
Taking her tugging as a signal, Paul hooked a claw around her rope and gently hoisted Forsaken up to their level.
"Some gobbledygook about gods or something," Mysterion replied. "Doesn't sound like any gods I ever heard of..."
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