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Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: What is and is not believable?

Haila raises an eyebrow at Cor, "Allanan was a very very powerful mage, was he not? I can totally see him setting up the message and making all of this. Besides, we've already passed two barriers, and have far more to come, which I'm pretty sure are going to be harder, and I'd much rather be well equiped for it. Consider the best and worse case scenarios. Best case, we get much stronger equipment and can handle these tests and traps relatively well. Worse case, we just loose a bit of time breaking the curses on the items."

Posted on 2008-07-13 at 20:08:21.

Topic: ~Crimson Blood~
Subject: Circling? That makes one spell easier

I knew it. The little girl thinks when the wolves begin to circle around the two.

She flies up above the center of the wolve's circle. Now she really has to be careful; she must be sure not to hit either Artemis or Illiana. Even without her sword, the little girl is not without other abilities. She focuses.

The air seems to grow thicker, heavier, and sparks begin to appear around the area. The little girl raises her hands, focusing the pulse to above her. Sparks fly as an orb appears, crackling with the transferral of electric energy throughout its form. The girl concentrates more, keeping the orb the same size, but further increasing its electric potential.

She can't hold it any longer. The girl quickly lets go of the orb, then puts a hand just underneath it, to direct it. From the orb volleys of lightning bolts shoot out from the sides. Being blocked from going straight down and onto Artemis and Illiana, they go to the next closest and highest point of impact, which are the wolves.

Electricity sears through their bodies, and their fur singes from the impacts. The lightning bolts are held for what seems like hours to the girl, but is really just a minute, maintaining the orb as much as she can. Finally, the electricity dissipates, and the air returns to how it was before. The girl pants a bit heavily; it has been too long since she last used magic of that magnitude.

Her vision swims around her, and around the edges of her sight it grows darker and darker. Oh no... I pushed myself too hard. She realizes.

She sways in the air, and she can feel herself slowly becoming visible. She falls unconscious, and falls through the air, almost like a leaf in its relatively slow descent. Her strangely light form collides onto the ground without much of an impact.

Physically, she looks no taller than a human child, but her proportions are more for that of an adult. She wears a violet silken dress with an open back for an easily apparent reason. Upon her back is a set of irridescent coloured dragonfly wings. She has silver hair, and also wears a few pieces of jewellery, namely two rings, and a necklace, all exquisite pieces of art with clearly coloured and well cut, pretty gemstones. Upon her hip is a simple pouch, carried by a belt.

Posted on 2008-07-13 at 19:45:00.
Edited on 2008-07-13 at 19:46:53 by Reralae

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Fair Trade All Around!

"Well, why would they not be as described?" Haila asks, "If that was indeed Allanan we just saw, then perhaps we should just trust his words; I don't see why not."

Haila walks over and picks up the Dancing Long Sword, "Hmm, if it can dance, can it teach me to dance too?" Haila asks of no one in particular, placing her own long sword in the spot where her acquired blade was.

Finally, Haila also walks over and takes the Chain of Elvinkind, placing her own chain mail in its place.

Niamedris too looks around the room, but finds nothing of interest. "Hmph, you'd think the designers of this shed would've bothered to include something for a cat's tastes."

"Perhaps if they too either were cats or had a cat, but I don't think they did." Haila returns.

"They should't need to in order to know that cats are the most important things in the world you know." Niamedris replies curtly, along with a swish of his tail.

Haila rolls her eyes yet again. "You're impossible."

"Of course I am; I'm a cat."

Posted on 2008-07-13 at 17:37:42.

Topic: ~Crimson Blood~
Subject: Good thing wolves can't fly

The little girl watches from above, uncertain exactly what to do. Well, doing anything besides just running would give her away, and she couldn't afford that just yet.

Strange. The wolves are acting strangely, the girl realizes. They're acting... almost human, trying a one on one fight rather than attacking as a group, just to test their prowess. Reaching into her bag, the girl pulls out a slim, silver blade. It is a scimitar, but even as she pulls it out, nothing comes into view.

Just then, the one wolf bursts into flames. The girl averts her eyes; she didn't really want to see. Instinctively, the girl guesses that now the rest of the wolves will attack together. That just might be too much for Illiana to handle. The little girl questions... did she really have to act yet? Too late.

With a burst of speed, she flies into a dive, slashing the blade across the skull of the leader, before flying back up to the other side. The attack jars her hand, however, and she drops the scimitar, which sticks into the ground, visible to all.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 17:12:51.

Topic: SW: TOR Information For Players
Subject: Kate

A it of a summary... if you want to picture Kate, she really looks about the same as R2D2, except the blue components are replaced with purple ones. She is an independant droid, considering the work she is assigned as more of a job than anything else, and more interested in her own work.

Just what is her own work? Well, to be honest, Kate hides it very well, sometimes even sealing the room she is in and deactivating any cameras in order to secure her privacy.

For being only a droid, Kate is also quite social, even if no one can really understand what she is saying without a Binary to Basic translator. She seems to be quite caring at heart, but she has a very sarcastic nature that sometimes makes it appear otherwise.

Her quirks get her into trouble at times, but they definitely show just how unique she is.

On a side note, in being called 'Kate', the droid has developped a feminine personality, so rather than 'it', the droid is a 'she'.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 17:00:38.

Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Train of Thought

Cindi simply nods to Hank's question, preoccupied by what she is reading. There is more in here than what the first read would reveal. She thinks, The fact that letters are used not only indicates that identities are hidden, but this is also a very systematic place, with at least 23 people in the institute, at least initially.

This individual has written this journal, but is there a reason for it? I'll have to study it a bit more thoroughly later; perhaps there is something written between the lines. Cindi thinks, analyzing the notebook carefully.

From the sounds of it, this place described in the journal sounds like it could be either of two things. It could be a type of psychiatric hospital, or... Cindi's eyes glance over to Jonah, it could be a prison.

Hmm... because of the letter pseudonyms, it will be difficult to determine if any of the people listed at all is any of us. Cindi continues, her thought now taking a new route, However... it might be worth the effort to try; the action of doing so may bring memories with them. Of course, there's little means to tell exactly when this was written, although it must have been relatively recently, within our generation; longer, and the book would've started to show decay I'd imagine.

Cindi flips through the notebook. It was unlikely that the system of letter naming followed people's initials; what made more sense was if people were assigned a letter based on when they arrived. With that assumption, A would be the founder, B would likely be the first manager, and so on. The only problem with that assumption would be G. G was not given any rank, yet H was a doctor. However, it could mean that H was hired at a time after G was inserted into the institute.

Unable to use the names as reference, Cindi instead looks for key identifiers to perhaps find anybody of the group. Her gothic, flower bracelet tattoo, Hank's rose and vine neck tattoo, the dark person's many tattoos... Cindi glances over at Delilah, who is currently holding out her cards triumphantly. On the wrist of the hand holding those cards are scars... perhaps those could be used. Jonah also has a scar that might help in searching for him in the notebook, although it seemed he would be the least likely person to be in it. The only one Cindi finds she wouldn't be able to find without any good descriptions in the notebook is Chris. Cindi shrugs, and begins searching through the notebook for traces of the group, if anyone can be found at all.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 16:21:18.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 16:36:58 by Reralae

Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Who is this?

Another? Not someone I saw before. Sen thinks to herself, silent in the air. She stealthily wanders over to Erihsehc.

"I do not know who this is." She murmurs simply.

Smoothly and soundlessly, Sen flies up a bit higher, trying to avoid direct contact with the new stranger.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 05:55:32.

Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The Power of the Shield

Two enemies. Well, what else could they be? Hostile implies unfriendly at the very least, but being undead, these pathetic things are likely mindless as well, so that meant if they weren't destroyed, they'd attack and try to kill. It's straight-forward, simple logic, and yet... well, it's just one of those things Galen can't help but dislike. The continuation of the Eternal War; it's what gives life purpose at many times, and yet... it's just silly.

Oh dear, thinking on his own train of thought, Galen reacts rather late. Oh well, the hands of time cannot be turned back, at least not easily, and not without repurcussions. Focus! What needs to be done here? Two 'spells' are not yet used, but one of them should be saved for later, and Galen knows which one would be most useful now.

Space is a bizarre thing. It exists, but one cannot touch it, see it, or easily cut it. Drawing his left hand forward, Galen draws a different rune, this one with two standing waves, meeting at the center in a node, with three lines curving in to strike it, but none of them passing. The standard application of the force of the shield.

Galen concentrates, murmuring, "Ad ghv togwr hq ghv fhgniu, oorh ghv tatekrd qv vrvcgor go."

Drawing with his mind, he separates the space in which he is in from the space in front, forming a barrier. Nothing even shows physically that it exists, yet it is there. Galen can feel it. A small smile forms on Galen's face.

If there is a spot untaken by the two zombies, Galen takes it, ready to fight. If there is none, he simply says, "Please get out of the way."

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 05:49:45.
Edited on 2008-07-18 at 23:53:53 by Reralae

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Crossroads - Round 2 of Combat

The party quickly gathers their wits at this new enemy's presence. Its form flickers as it realizes it is badly outnumbered, but still it remains, threatening and forboding.

Viis stands and plays, the power of his song providing a theme to the battle. His playing, however, fills everyone's hearts with adrenaline, spurring their bodies to provide even more for this battle.

Charlet stands and takes aim at the Linsemptus, drawing forth the power of fire in order to strike. Her aim is true, as the ray flies through the Linsemptus, but all it does is fly straight through it.

Ignis, not to be left out, unleashes a shot of three shimmering bolts of magic that veer towards the Linsemptus Scout. One barely strikes it, just glancing off of its arm, while the other two strike almost dead in the center of its torso, causing it to recoil with the force of the assault.

Sable stands swiftly and strikes at the bizarre foe, lunging forth with a fist that was unfortunately not raised with as well a form as he would have preferred. The Linsemptus Scout ducks underneath the attempted blow.

Ita draws back her bow and takes yet another shot. This one veers wide of its target, landing with a thud in the tree just to the side of the Linsemptus Scout.

Recovering from the Magic Missile attack, from below Sable's strike the Linsemptus Scout smacks Sable with a fierce uppercut, striking the halfling under the chin and somewhat knocking his head back. (-4 hp Sable)

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 05:19:28.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: What was that?!

It all happens so fast, too fast to even see clearly. Linnix recoils from the wolf that appears out of nowhere, thankfully out of its attack range. Where did these come from?! They weren't here before! The lycanthrope leader tears at Xaris's throat, and blood spatters into the air, he drinks the potion, perhaps just in time, but then... what happened? Everything's gone, it all fades...


The moment seems to freeze for Linnix. She couldn't see. There is only whiteness. Whiteness, like a soft blanket of snow.

Then she remembers.

When her vision finally returns, Linnix finds that she is crying. Oh well, it doesn't matter if she is; there were things to be done. If we're to survive, Linnix thinks, We must be strong and fight. Strong in mind, not just in body.

Linnix glances around, examining the situation. Big and bad and two underlings over there, one ugly in front of her. There is one thing she could still do.

Linnix reaches into her bag, and pulls out the gryphon stone figurine.

"Fly Tessa Fly!" Linnix calls.

When the gryphon takes form, Linnix commands, "Attack the wolves over there!" indicating the ones aiding the Lycanthrope in fighting Xaris and Artanis.

Linnix herself backs away slightly from the one in front of her, trying to give Talus a clearer shot, while at the same time trying not to give the wolf an opening to strike.

Posted on 2008-07-11 at 04:52:52.
Edited on 2008-07-11 at 04:53:18 by Reralae

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Drink your tea...

Nodding gently at Lizzie's comment, Bridget follows her instruction, and leaves the small pitcher where it was. Lizzie needed to calm down, so Bridget knew she had to do her best not to do anything which may further cause more distress.

"Here, just have some tea." Bridget says, handing Lizzie the chamomile cup, and hoping it would help sooth her nerves and mind.

Posted on 2008-07-10 at 02:04:45.

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Tea's Ready

Borden Home

Bridget thinks for a moment, bringing her right hand up to her chin as she thinks hard about the morning. Her train of thought is interrupted by the high pitched whistle of steam billowing from the kettle's spout.

"Just a moment." Bridget says, returning to the kitchen. Swiftly she takes out a tray and three cups, and pours a generous amount of hot water in all three. She then leaves the kettle on the stove, although she puts out the flames somewhat. Reaching into a drawer, she lifts the tops off of three different jars, and puts a tea bag from each into each of the three cups.

"Chamomile for Lizzie I'd think, jasmine for me, and peppermint for the marshall." she murmurs, memorizing the cup's locations on the tray, before leaving them to steep for a couple minutes, returning to the dining room in the meantime for a brief moment, sitting back in her chair and thinking some more.

"I'm afraid nothing really comes to mind, although I'd be the wrong person to ask; my job is all about routines, and when washing the windows as I was today, I'm afraid I don't pay much attention to what's beyond them." Bridget replies to Rufus.

She then returns to check on the tea, and, thinking that it'd be fine even though it hadn't sat for all that long, Bridget takes out the tea bags. She places each cup in a saucer, each with a different floral pattern despite the cups being the same, and sets the chamomile tea in front of Lizzie, along with a miniature pitcher of milk and a small container of sugar with a spoon. Bridget then returns to the dining room with the two others, along with a second set of milk and sugar, just in case. She passes the peppermint tea over to Rufus, and offers the milk and sugar, before taking her own cup without any; she always preferred her tea plain.

"I put in enough water for two cups, so please tell me if you'd like a second." Bridget says before taking a sip from her cup, enjoying the subtle taste.

Posted on 2008-07-10 at 00:42:27.
Edited on 2008-07-10 at 00:43:49 by Reralae

Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: *Yawn* Sorry, Political Discussions Make Anna Sleeeeepy

Being mostly vegetarian, Ninkanna settles on munching on a couple of fruits she recognizes, as well as a bowl of the sauteed vegetables. She accepts the drink, and sniffs it first, before taking a tentative sip. However, she politely declines the cigar.

As Namor continues to explain, however, Ninkanna's ears droop lower and lower, she eats at a slower and slower pace, and she looks as though she is about to fall asleep while sitting up by the end of it. She gives a little yawn, covered by a paw-like hand. Admittedly, most of what was said that was key to understanding was kind of beyond her; she knew little about the subtlties and the ways of politics. I'm so glad I'm not the one that has to deal with this... Ninkanna thinks to herself, All this over a lost sheet of paper...

"I'm sorry." Ninkanna says aloud, realizing her yawn must've seemed a bit rude, "I really don't understand politics all that much."

After a moment, just realizing Namor would be like Kavtan with his inexperience with Jedi, Ninkanna elaborates, "There are two main types of Jedi. There are the ones who are diplomats, who settle things like this, such as Si-Di, and ones who are guardians, trained to defend, such as me."

That said, Ninkanna falls silent, letting the others discuss, not really intent on saying anything more regarding the politics.

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 05:52:48.

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Let me put the kettle on...

11:33 AM
Borden Home

Bridget, accustomed to taking care of people's material needs first, excuses herself for just a moment to put the tea kettle on. Returning to the kitchen, she methodically pulls out the tea kettle, and pours in enough water for six cups, and sets it on the stove. She lights a match and quickly places it on the wood to ignite it. She returns to the dining room immediately after, with a quick glance to Lizzie that indicates that she hadn't exactly returned yet.

The act of doing something 'normal' seems to ease Bridget, and her hand stops shaking.

"I'm afraid there wasn't anything strange that I could tell doing my work, although I do pay a bit too much attention to it rather than my surroundings." Bridget says, "And I wasn't feeling all that well either; I threw up earlier today after breakfast. Does that mean anything?" She asks skeptically.

"Oh, and what kind of tea would you like?" Bridget asks, "Black with a hint of jasmine, chamomile, peppermint, or black with a hint of strawberry?"

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 01:46:48.

Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Interpretations...

Sen watches the two riders split up. One to go ahead, perhaps to lay a trap, one to stay behind, to ensure the 'prey's' coming. Sen thinks.

There would be time to catch the other later if needed; Sen's speed in flight easily could outmatch the speed of a horse. She decides to continue to tail the one, Cire as he would reveal himself. Cire tosses his sword away, but Sen isn't fooled, Very few mortals who wander the wild do so without any weapons. Sen thinks, Even I have my own.

"Greetings friend, I am Cire a traveller. I wish you well and ask if I may share your camp fire. I bring some fine wine as my good intention?"

Silent and hidden, even to those who may see her, Sen sneaks up, hovering just above the ground, to seemingly crouch in the air, just by Erihsehc. "He is one; the other, I believe gone ahead. I will talk about him later." Sen whispers, her voice hardly disturbing the air past Erihsehc, "Both, I believe armed. This one, I do not believe will strike."

She said little, for there was little time in which to speak, and as she stalks to the side, hidden in the shadows although untouched by the light, Sen raises her hand towards Cire, ready to strike even if neither of the others do.

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 01:15:29.

Topic: ~Crimson Blood~
Subject: Blushing

The little girl averts her eyes, blushing, even though no one there can see her. She rarely saw passionate behaviour, and personally wished she weren't so curious so that she could give couples the privacy they deserve. Oh well, one can't change one's innate nature, at least not easily.

The girl turns and watches a butterfly passing by. Like the butterfly, she could easily have a very simple life, but she wouldn't, because she would always find things that she ended up being involved in.

She thinks about her own pursuits, and wonders about a myth. Would it exist here, in this world, or would she have to look elsewhere?

Posted on 2008-07-09 at 00:57:11.

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: *Hums Poirot's theme*

11:31 AM
Borden Home

Bridget looks up and nods to Rufus, then glances once more at Lizzie. "I'll be right back." She says, her tone trying to be comforting, but just wavering slightly at the edge of perception.

Bridget follows Rufus into the next room, and sits opposite Rufus (provided such an arrangement is possible). She smooths the front of her apron with her left hand, seemingly out of habit; her right hand is shaking slightly. She looks at Rufus much like any other notable guest of the house; with respect and perhaps a bit of uncertainty behind her tranquil appearance, the uncertainty of a waitress asking a patron if they would like anything else when it just may be unnecessary.

"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" Bridget asks habitually, her voice wavering slightly out of a forced image of serenity.

"I..." Her voice trails off, "I just can't believe it."

She chokes slightly, and once more brings herself to an unsteady-yet-calm demeanour.

"Was there anything in particular you wanted to ask?" Bridget asks hesitantly, "Or... well, where would you like me to begin?"

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 05:44:35.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 05:48:48 by Reralae

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: They're in my way... but that's a good thing too

Linnix smiles a smug smile, watching the wolf collapse with her shot. Next on the list is the other bother to the main attacking party; the other wolf. Linnix squeezes the trigger, and lets her bolt fly, hopefully to some vital part of the wolf's anatomy...

After her bolt sails off, Linnix reaches down to her quickly emptying pocket of silver bolts, and places yet another into the crossbow.

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 03:27:49.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 03:37:18 by Reralae

Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.A.Y.S.

Security Against Years of Storms

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 01:18:38.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 01:20:53 by Reralae

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Reassurance... and Mischief

Hearing Divot's real voice, not that false impersonation of it in her dream, Haila's heart races. I knew there was another thing wrong about it, but I can't believe I didn't realize what.

"Kept offerin’ me stuff wha’ I din’t really want… Kinda like it were mebbe guessin’… I reckon th’ one thing it did peg down, though, was when th’ sword wha’ were talkin’ to me done it in Halia’s voice… even seen th’ sword turns inta ‘er fore it were all done." Divot elaborates, explaining the shot-and-miss nature of his own dream.

Haila nearly crushes the halfling in another huge hug, "I don't think I need to say, but it hardly got your voice right at all!" She says, soundly kissing Divot on the cheek. With the reality held in her embrace, the falseness of her dream melts away from Haila's mind.

"Hey! That's another hug you didn't invite me into!" Niamedris interjects, pawing at Haila's leg.

Playfully, Haila pushes Niamedris to the side with her foot. Miffed, Niamedris wanders off to find another way to poltergeist their mental connection.

Suddenly, Haila jerks sharply, nearly tossing Divot into the air. Her hair stood on end, and she stands really abruptly and stiffly, and it was as though... well, it is a peculiar sensation to describe, and Haila was at a considerable loss of words, save for one.

"NIAMEDRIS!" She yells, implicating the cat.

If cats could grin, Niamedris certainly would be, pulling the tip of his tail out of the convenient puddle of water. His companion's reaction is priceless to him, worth even more than the next meal, and the inconvenience of having to get his own tail wet is well worth it.

Posted on 2008-07-08 at 00:56:57.
Edited on 2008-07-08 at 00:58:39 by Reralae

Topic: Borden Murder Case Investigation
Subject: Comfort?

11:30 AM
Borden Home

Bridget stands over to the side, slightly fidgeting nervously with her apron, and breathing a bit deeper than usual; she had just run around quite a bit after all. She glances over at Lizzie for a moment, before walking over.

"Lizzie, did you want me to get you anything? Tea or something else to drink?" Bridget asks a bit hesitantly, her tone comforting and gentle.

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 23:50:31.

Topic: Borden Murder Case File
Subject: Hmm

I'm not quite sure how to start... should I wait until the authority figures on the scene act before posting, or should I just post something now?

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 22:51:45.

Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.Y.M.P.T.O.M.S.

Scary Yellings Made Per Torn Or Mutilated Sheet

(as in sheet of paper)

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 19:08:48.

Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Eavesdropping

Sen nods, although Erihsehc cannot see her, and she slows down to better and fully inspect the two followers, as well as overhear anything they might be saying. She flies a bit higher, looking down upon the two, examining for metalic glints of weapons, but what she truly is after is any sort of conversation between the two; weapons could easily be concealed, but once motives were uncovered, the question of weapons becomes easily discernable. However, even as she hovers above the two, Sen remains wary. Alturo somehow was able to see her; she couldn't afford to risk being careless behind invisibility for the possibility that these two could also see through it.

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 18:52:27.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: Blasted Vivid Dreams and Their Implicit Meanings

Haila woke up confused. Well, confused might put it too lightly; in truth she was bewildered. That dream she had hardly made any sense to her, and Niamedris wasn't helping her understand it better at all.

"Dreams are just dreams; I can dream about mice, but does that mean I can get one the next day? Not necessarily." Niamedris offers, yawning.

Haila shakes her head, "That doesn't help." She mutters.

Perhaps it wasn't so much the dream on its own as a whole, as much as the beginning of it. That part is what truly bothers her, and is what makes the rest of it questionable.

Niamedris brushes against Haila's leg, "Hey, do you have to pay attention to that? Pay attention to more important things... like me!"

Rolling her eyes yet again, Haila brushes her hand across Niamedris' back, and scratches him behind the ears. Well, Niamedris was right about one thing; she really didn't need to think about it right now. Of course, now that she had resolved not to think about it, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Wait just a minute. Haila thinks, The sword I briefly saw at the beginning of the dream... could it be THAT sword?! Can it really try to corrupt people from a distance?!

"Huh, wha?" Niamedris inserts, uninvited, "That thing is just a piece of metal isn't it?"

Ignoring Niamedris, Haila goes to continue her train of thought, but overhears Cor's question.

"Might I have a word with you about a most peculiar dream I had last night? I heard teh voice of Odin promising me a war-hammer; at least it seemed to be Odin. Do you believe our god would find great favor in me? I am a bit concerned it may not be as it seems."

"Did everyone have a dream where they were promised something?" Haila asks hesitantly, then adds, "Everyone except Althena that is."

Posted on 2008-07-06 at 18:42:21.


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