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Voices in the Dark

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(COPY/PASTE from the Dragoon´s Site)

Hey guys! Just getting this from my post on the about-to-close Dragoon´s forum. Also to keep RP stories on one place so I don´t have to go around like a maniac looking for things later.~♪♫

 


Caged

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I wake up again, covered in sweat and shaken. I sat on the edge of the small cot of the prison, took a deep breath and got up. Another nightmare, best thing to do was try not too hard to remember.

Sunday ToT, August 11, 6:00 PM MDT

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Night 2 what?!? Going to see if we have enough of the right sort of people to go back to a two-night schedule!

Saturday Throne of Thunder, August 10, 7:00 PM MDT

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Momentum is a lovely thing.

Tanks

Dolraan, Protection Paladin

[Rhianon] Soju-Soaked Regrets

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Rhianon sat on one of the cushions in the suite in the Shrine, a glass brimming with soju clutched between her hands. A half-empty bottle of soju sat on the ground right next to her hooves. She took a long sip from the glass in her hands and paused.

[Gilberte] Morning Muse

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Heat rises off the water

shimmering trails like incense

grasping at the sky

battering against the still-moving clouds

Rhaala Art!

Henii's picture

Done by the wonderfully talented Echo! Giant image is giant.

[Ivi] Day 38

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A toxic atmosphere burned her lungs.

The heavy rumble of thunder assaulted her ears.

Streaks of orange lightning lit up the alien sky.

[TELREDOR PRIME] YOU WILL BE DESTROYED!

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Telredor Prime moves with purpose, destroy the horde it will be done. It is an inevitable happening, the Horde is doomed for trying to stand before the light. One metal heel and they shall be crushed! Even now the honest citizens of this Alliance city regard Telredor Prime with respect, turning and moving to the side as Telredor Prime moves through their midsts. They know that Telredor Prime is off to merit out righteous justice upon the evil red horde that attempts them harm, but they also realize that The Horde is the very definition of failure! This is why they gasp in surprise and joy that Telredor Prime is now off to smash the red tyrants underfoot for their decadent ways have gone on for to long!

[Venner] Reflections in a Cream Cheese Frosting

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Llane Venner sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat pouring off of his body. He'd had the dream again. There was no getting back to sleep now, even at this late hour.

[Gilberte] The Past Comes Calling

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If there was one thing that Devlin Plume could not tolerate, it was being disturbed during his lunch break. Every day, after the Cathedral bells tolled noontime, the publishing gnome took a respite from his grueling schedule of manuscript reading and contractor preparation. He would lay out a checkered handkerchief on his desk and his assistant, a perky gnome with wild blue pigtails, would come from the back room, carrying his lunch. It was always the same things, but they were his favorites: a boiled egg, two pieces of crispy toast dripping with cheese sauce, and a small tin of stewed pears. He usually washed it all down with a mug of cool water, but sometimes if he was feeling particularly adventurous, he would have his assistant add a few squeezes of lemon juice to his mug. Devlin Plume had heard of other publishing-gnomes who would finish off two cartons of fizzy drinks during their lunch break, but he preferred to think of himself as a little more refined.

Assuming Direct Control

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I was enjoying the flowers that were sent to me when it happened. I don’t know if it was because of the euphoria the flower’s pollen induces or what. But what happened after came a shock to me because it was so simple


 

Saturday Throne of Thunder, August 3, 7:00 PM server

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With our standard pre-raid Nalak kill!

Tanks

Dolraan, Protection Paladin

[Gilberte] Writer's Block

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Safeguarding

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Telredor Prime, Stitchy, Klink, the three little bots were hunched over on Nirahsa’s workbench with their power cores removed. The shaman had been erasing parts of their memory, a tricky endeavor since they hadn’t been constructed with such a thing in mind. She really didn’t want to lose what they were since despite each ones quirks she had grown rather fond of them, but they’d seen too much and she had to be certain they couldn’t be used to bring more terrible pain into the world.