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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Feb 15, 2010 10:58:57 GMT -5
Gensayce opened his eyes and thanked all the god's he could think of that the journey was over "Well that was somewhat... uncomfortable" He grumbled putting his helmet on and moving different parts of his body, checking for any signs of damage, once he was sure he was in a good condition he straightened out and looked around his surroundings.
The cave was one of those places that always felt safe even now, although without people living here it seemed eerily quiet and more empty than usual, he looked back at Malice and nodded "Are you ready?"
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Post by Maliciferum on Feb 16, 2010 19:34:09 GMT -5
"As always." Traveling with a passenger had winded Malice. "I'll go to the garden. Zee needs his arm." Malice started towards the garden, but stopped. Profeta's sword was lodged into the ground. He ran taloned fingers along the handle, sensing Profeta's bright energy. "Why would she let them take her"?
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Feb 17, 2010 10:08:47 GMT -5
"Maybe she had a greater plan, by all means she will probably find out where the Saint's location is" Gensayce said looking around in slight amazement "Then maybe she will plan an escape and inform us of their hideout, and then we can tactically strike the opposition" Gensayce shrugged "It is merely a possibility"
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Post by Maliciferum on Feb 17, 2010 12:09:04 GMT -5
"I pray that you are correct." Malice's heart was heavy. He wondered what the outcome could have been if he hadnt lost control of his powers in his battle with Bartholomew. He resumed his course, heading towards the garden at the mouth of the cave. Reaching the edge of the luscious plot, Malice knelt to savor the scent of the plants. "Such a beautiful garden." Malice said. A single rose caught his eye. This was what he was looking for. Profeta's energy seemed to be concentrated in the single crimson bud. "Forgive me." Malice mumbled, using a taloned finger to sever the flower from its stem. He called back to Gensayce, "I have what we came for!"
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Feb 17, 2010 15:08:34 GMT -5
"Really?" Gensayce asked surprised "I was half-expecting some hour long completley over the top ritual!" He scratched the back of his neck slightly embarressed by his own NaĆveity "Well, considering you have what you need should we look for Zee's arm whilst we're here?"
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Post by Maliciferum on Feb 17, 2010 22:37:18 GMT -5
"While I thoroughly enjoy over the top rituals, now is not the time. We need to find Profeta as soon as we can." Malice reentered the cave and began searching for Zee's arm. "And yes, I believe Zee needs his physical arm to create a wisp." Malice swept a graceful arm through the air and thousands of tiny bioluminescent fungi sprung to life, casting an odd blue-green light on the inside of the cave.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Feb 19, 2010 11:45:59 GMT -5
Gensayce gave a low whistle, suddenly iluminated the cave suddenly released the natural wonder that is almost constantly hidden in the dark and bleak of shadow. "Right... Now for a grim search" Gensayce mumbled grimacing at the thought of looking for a persons arm.
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Post by Maliciferum on Feb 19, 2010 14:30:05 GMT -5
"This cave is quite large, do we have any idea where it might be?" Malice tucked the rose behind his ear, and started scanning the cave floor. "There must be a better way to find this thing".
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Feb 21, 2010 7:18:41 GMT -5
Gensayce scratched the back of his neck, unsure on what the best course of action was. He knew that they needed to find the arm but all the same it was no simple task, this was not exactly a small cave. "Say Malice, is their anyway you could use these glowing plants you spawned to help find the arm?"
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Post by Maliciferum on Feb 22, 2010 8:24:26 GMT -5
Malice stood pondering the idea for a moment then said "The luminescent fungi cannot, but maybe this will." Malice spread his fingers, in his open palm lay a single, large seed. "Find for me blood." The seed sprouted, and in seconds formed something akin to a small nymph. The tiny fairy flew around the cave and finally perched on a rock thirty yards away. "There." malice pointed in the direction of the nymph.
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