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whoop-de-doo! It's the anniversary

March 31 2002 at 10:37 PM
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OOC--of someone else's revered savior's resurrection--if you believe it, that is. Sorry--my sister's actions have cause me to be on a rather anti-bible kick lately. Yay Elfwood! Joey--any word on new avatars?

IC--Drask nodded at everyone's choices, hearing from his back Naurelis' choice of Control. The Dragon himself thought for sometime,thinking what artifacts these passages might lead to. The Control passage had footsteps leading into it, the Power tunnel's led out of it. He shrugged. As Eagle had thought: without power, there can be no control, and without control, no power. But control always needed power, while sometimes power was sufficient alone. Drask stood, uttering a single word in the harsh tongue of Tamarstian dragons: Tisselhar. The word 'Power' flared to life briefly, in recognition of each person's choice. Control was subtler, rather a dimming than a flashing.

'The choices have been made. We shall set out, apart, and find our respective destinies.'

OOC--Romu is assumed to be in the Power group (cuz that's what I'd bet he'd choose, unless this announcement makes him want to spite me and choose Control... =P ) So he's with us, and we'll prolly need him. Arthur (Sinister Eagle) will be QMing the Control thread. The separate threads'll be labelled so everyone knows which thread to post under. this should be fun.

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Bling-Bling

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April 1 2002, 11:47 PM 

Romulus stood in front of both tunnels. A musty wind blew irradicaly but he could not place it's origin. He looked for Tam. Where? Nevermind. The choice. Choose.

Control. Girl smell, brown hair, hot breath. The window open, thick chunks of snow, a breeze, tingle on the skin. White teeth gnashing at his shoulders, cat claws on his back. Blue eyes, bluer than his, the brightest things in the world...

Power. White spark, reaching out with thin filimants, thin as a hair, sharp as a needle, pierces his eyes. Edge of steel, serarted. He called it a fractal blade, the edge twice as long as the blade itself. Sharp like cold death, cuts like sick to your stomach. White light gone, the soft click, sheathed again.

Power. Romulus makes his choice. Romulus takes his path.

***Knowledge without Goodness is Dangerous
and Goodness without Knowledge is Weak.***

 
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