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View previous topic :: View next topic Author Message *Ariadne Luciferi* Currently banned **Essence of Seduction Guru Joined: 10 Mar 2004 Posts: 1130 AyeCents: 26 Level : 3 Class : Fighter View this character Items Medals: 2 (View more... ) Amusement Award (Amount: 1) Roleplay Distinguished Service (Amount: 1) Post Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 10:22 am Post subject: ~The Elysium of Essence~ Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Moderation:* The Darkbane Temple is located somewhere in the slums of Capitol City. It seems all but abandoned. After Varsinax was slain permanently, light had washed over the kingdom. This prevented demons, devils, and other evil outsiders from freely dwelling and traveling around the kingdom. The blow was especially hard on the supernatural forces of the Darkbane Clan. Yet... every so often... an evil mortal enters these halls to carry out his or her own vile plans... Atra had been standing where the body of Aaron once lay- a cold empty husk was all that now remains? her cold emotionless darkened eyes blazing upon the form of Jarkeld as he removed items not caring of his words of idle threat- a harmless thunderbolt of vocal retaliation to the obvious emotions displayed upon the dead body?now gone. A nefarious smirk plagued upon those crimson lips in luster of flickering overture, as head slightly bowed in a mocking obeisance before the orders of Varsinax to take Aaron?s body before the eruption of flames- an infernal conflagration at the command of Varsinax along with his minions to cleanse the fortress of these wretched vermin but during the commotion the Dream Minions had managed to acquire the body of Aaron, did she deem this task as somewhat futile or worthless in her own eyes? This was yet to be determined amidst the pandemonium of affairs already taking place. The combustion would not impair her sinuous svelte physique, but rather interweave around her luscious form much like a devoted feline would grace its master with appreciation and adulation; instinctual vehemence- the sensation soothing to lithe limbs . Ambiance emitted upon her flesh would writhe- flame serpents weaving within the black shadowy fire that adorned her form as she stood?lips curling much like the same malicious smile she was notorious for now formed further across such tainted picturesque features?she felt more at home within these walls than what she had previously, but she knew her presence here would be short for matters would arise that she would take residence elsewhere?though never far from Varsinax, for near her Lord she wished to remain?yet she heard his menacing words unfurl... [blur]"Atra... As soon as you have time, take as many men as you need from the Imperial Army... Build a fortress worthy of the Darkbane Outlaws."[/blur] In instant acceptance of his wishes, honorably she bowed before pivoting upon hastened heel, replying as she ripostes... [blur] ?As you wish M?Lord?our darkened day has arrived?[/blur] She would leave upon brisk military pace through the castle, evidence of the conflagration mixed with the shadowed tendrils still visible, wreathing and writhing about her form like ebon-flamed garlands; she knew Varsinax would come to her and Darkbane when he had resolved more important issues. (cont from Capitol City) Exiting the darkened castle, she would pass a woman also upon swift travel (Syns of Darkness) of course not knowing this female, Atra would not pay her a second glance but bestow an honorable nod in passing (perhaps Syns- knowing Darkbane would recognize the amulet/sigil of Darkbane and perhaps follow). In all due respect Atra would not pay much attention to her surroundings or the people within her proximity for her mind was swirling with the words of Varsinax; something also stirred within her blood- could the black mirror be correct?.was Twisted Malice soon to return, the accepted Warlord of Darkbane and beloved conjured creation of Atra?would KaliCity also receive her wish to have her Lord return to her side?.once more. [blur]Could it be that the days of old were unleashing from chthonian slumbers?but would these new founded days be the same? Could it ever be the same again? These thoughts gyrated, for so long she had felt a deep loss?a loss for her beloved clan members?a deep passionate loss to feel the dark desire of want through ebon-veins so alive with the ichors of darkness; a shadow reborn to the flames of night?would she find herself there, or just her memory?[/blur] (OOC Excuse the lame post but I wanted to get this show on the road) Last edited by Ariadne Luciferi on Wed Mar 09, 2005 7:15 am; edited 8 times in total Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *LordMortianRuthven* **Peasant Peasant LordMortianRuthven Joined: 15 Jun 2004 Posts: 16 Location: Shrouded in impenetrable darkness AyeCents: 1 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 12:05 pm Post subject: ~ New Surroundings ~ Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Slowly wandering around Capitol City, having literally just arrived, Lord Mortian Ruthven cautioulsy weaved his way through the myriad of streets and lanes, absorbing as much as was possible of his new surroundings, especially watching the many mortals shuffling around, carrying out there meaningless tasks in their even more meaningless lives. The contempt within him rose to almost the same height as the hunger and burning that coursed through every single fibre of his being, his sinews on fire at the veritable banquet in front of him. These humans, as they called themselves, were merely meat to him, and so they deserved to be, ambling around endlessly, superstisious, afraid of their own shadows and of the dark...pathetic to say the least. He turned down a dark, dank laneway, a dead end, in the true sense of the word. He chuckled to himself at that thought, stopping and waiting just within the shadows that filled nearly the entire length of the lane...and watched. Bare moments had passed before a young boy and girl stopped and turned to look at him, and after a moment the boy spoke to him in a most feeble voice. "Good sir, would you be able to spare a few coins for my sister and I? We haven't eaten in days and we'd be most grateful for anything you could spare." Smiling, Mortian reached into his pocket, running his hands over the money contained within, careful not to let the coins rattle, and spoke "I do believe I've dropped what coins I had further down the lane...if you can both help find them I'll be most grateful and will make it worth your while." Without any hesitation both of them rushed into the lane, deep inside the shadows, scouring the ground on hands and knees, searching for coins that they would never find. Neither could've been much older than 16 or 17, but together Mort knew they would sate his hunger, for now atleast. Moving up behind the boy stealthily but swiftly nonetheless, almost walking above the ground, Mort wrapped his hands around the boy's throat, the sharp steel of the claws he wore piercing the soft, young flesh, and levitating some ten feet off the ground Mort thrust his claws deep into the boy's neck, tearing through his carotid artery and jugular vein in an instant as well as crushing his larynx, so he could make no sound other than a soft gargling as his blood flowed into his lungs, drowning him slowly. Looking into the boy's eyes momentarily, Mort took pleasure in watching the life ebb from him, before moving his mouth to the gaping wound in his throat and feasting on the sweet, intoxicating elixir that flowed out in now copious amounts, draining him quickly before dropping his corpse, which hits the ground with a dull thud. Turning his attention to the girl, he knew he would have to make this one quick, he'd spent a little to much time taking pleasure in tearing the other apart and watching him die, so this one had to be expedient, as she had still not noticed her friend had disappeared yet, her want to find the imaginary coins overwhelming everything else, so without hesitation Mort swept down and thrust his hand deep within her chest, raising her while his hands tore her heart and lungs to shreds, his mouth locked firmly onto her neck, teeth biting in deeply, while he sucked every last drop from her lifeless body, that too tossed to the ground once he had drank his fill. His thirst satisfied for now he lowered himself back onto the ground. As Mort's feet touched the ground an uneasy, even nauseous feeling surged through his body, a slight dizziness overcoming him. "What the f*@k!?" he thought to himself as he almost staggered towards the lane's exit. "Those children must have been diseased, damn their rotten souls!!" Walking out of the lane, not even realising that his hand all the way to his elbow was still covered in gore and flesh from the girl's chest, he dropped to his knees and began to vomit horribly, all over the black boot of someone that happened to be walking past him at the time. Looking up he followed the boot to shapely, athletic legs, the sick feeling subsiding from him almost immediately, and as his eyes moved further up gazing over an absolutley beautiful female form he noticed the sigil of the Clan Darkbane, a sigil well known to him and the rest of the Ruthvens, and with this he wondered how he should handle this rather messy situation his feasting had gotten him into... _________________ Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *Varsinax* **Overlord Site Guardian Varsinax Joined: 08 Sep 2003 Posts: 2593 Location: Castle Ayenee AyeCents: 56 Items Medals: 2 (View more... ) Golden Order Ribbon (Amount: 1) Ayenee.com Star (Amount: 1) Post Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2004 8:45 pm Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Darkbane Temple could be built within Capitol City, or just outside of it. Either way, it is located within Central Ayenee (the region of the realm where all RP locations in Yahoo Chat are located by default). The Dark Overlord (Varsinax) would provide Darkbane with any assistance needed in re-establishing their legeacy in Ayenee. The power of the Imperial Army could be brought to help them, but Varsinax figured the Darkbane Outlaws had ways of handling their own matters. This location is just another reason why Ayenee has fallen into a terrible dark age. Varsinax would probably empower any of the Darkbane clan members with any royal power they desired, as long as they remained loyal to his evil empire. Also, this spot would be a haven for villains and any mortal worhisppers of darkness. You might even find vampires or human cults coming here to seek guidance from the legendary Darkbanes. Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Send e-mail Visit poster's website Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *Twisted_Malice_Darkbane* *Defiler of Innocence *Warlord of Darkbane Ranger Twisted_Malice_Darkbane Joined: 17 Jun 2004 Posts: 183 AyeCents: 416 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 2:45 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deep within the bowels of the earth, beneath the ruins of the old Darkbane Fortress something stirred, a presence woke that had long brought the this realm to their knees in times of old. A black steel gauntlet erupted through the top of the creatures sarcophagus shattering the heavy stone slab into thousands of pieces as a life as infernal as they come again flowed through the veins of the Darkbane Warlord. Eyelids retreated into folds upon the creatures forehead unveiling eyes as cold and dark as the void as the armoured figure clambered out of the remnants of his sarcophagus and strode off up the winding staircase that lead towards the light above. As he emerged from the ruins of the once proud Fortress he realized that much had changed in his absence, and although the land had grown and prospered without the scourge of Darkbane stealing their crops and devouring their children he also noticed another difference, noticed someone?s ?aura? from miles away, such was his familiarity with it. Descending the hill that the ruins now stood on the armoured figure headed straight into the town of Thistledon, which lay not three hundred yards from his old Fortress and had suffered much during his reign, though now it had become a quiet and peaceful town, that rarely saw trouble. When the fiend paid a visit on the local farmer the burly man thought nothing of it, often strangers came to purchase milk from him when they were staying in the town and in all his life he had never met the dangers that his grandfather used to tell him about. Greeting the stranger with a friendly smile he asked ? I s?pose you?ll be ?ere to try some o? me famous milk then? I just got done milking young betty as a matter o? fact and I have plenty to go around?. The helmet of the stranger turned in his direction as he was addressed, though his pace did not slow as his right hand slipped to the sheathe upon his belt, grasping the hilt of his cruel longsword and smoothly unsheathing it in the same, calculating movement. Nor did he slow as he buried the blade in the farmers gut, its length erupting out the other side and impaling the farmer. A slender tongue slipped from betwixt red lips as the farmer gurgled helplessly, blood pouring from his mouth, which the stranger appreciatively licked up as he delivered a savage twist of his sword, sending waves of pain washing over the farmers consciousness and making an expression of exquisite pain break upon the canvass of his face. Savouring every single moment of this the warlord stood there for perhaps an hour as the farmer slowly bled to death, refusing to move until every last shred of heat had left the dying man before retrieving his blade and letting the man crumple to the floor at his feet. Turning his attentions back to the reason he had bothered to enter the small town in the first place he strode to the other side of the barn, where the horses were and wrapped his left hand firmly around the reigns of an impressive looking stallion. Mounting the horse with a practiced ease he urged the beast onward and out of the open pen in the barn, his mind keenly attuned to the location of someone?s aura and now he hastened in their direction, across many miles of grassy fields. The setting of the sun brought with it the sight of the mighty Capital of Ayenee, for the darkness did not hamper this fiends vision, in truth he seemed more at home in the velvety folds of night, for although the moon struggled to illuminate his form its ghostly light seemed to simply part around him, leaving him as but a greater shadow in the darkness that night. Slowing the horses gait as he lead it up toward the gigantic gates he feigned a smile as four guards bade him dismount and state his business in the area. Offering a shrug in response he broke the horses neck on his way down and then advanced towards the guards without so much as a word, and if he had thought that their looks of confusion were amusing when he apparently slaughtered his own horse it was nothing compared to the look of terror he received when one of them swung their sword at him only to have it break upon his plate mail armour. In the blink of an eye the fiends? hand had shot forth and slid about the perpetrators throat, exacting a fraction of the strength he possessed to crush the creatures neck before moving on to the other three soldiers. Using the first man?s body as a shield to block the spear of the second he spun about quickly and raking his claws across the things stomach, spilling its intestines onto the ground before it. The two remaining guards look of terror now turned to revulsion as they not only fought against the fear that threatened to well up inside of them but also an intense feeling of nausea. Deciding to not dirty his hands on another filthy human his lips parted for but a moment as he unleashed a stream of fire that engulfed the two guards that were left and quickly turned them to ash, such was the intensity of the blaze. Picking up the broken body of the guard who?s intestines he?d splayed across the floor his left hand dug hungrily into its flesh, shoving several mouthfuls of the delicious meat down his throat before grasping the creatures spine and lifting it into the air, like some grotesque banner to a god of destruction. The teeming crowds of people that so many strangers usually fought to pass through seemed to strangely part before the terrifying figure of the fiend, and not surprisingly so for he bore a human carcass as his standard and on his armour stood the symbol of Darkbane, truly there was no greater evil than they. Climbing to the top of one of the peasants houses he slammed the bloodied standard into the roof, threw his hands wide as he gazed up into the dark sky and roared ?ATRAAAAAA, MALICE IS REBORN?. Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *Ariadne Luciferi* Currently banned **Essence of Seduction Guru Joined: 10 Mar 2004 Posts: 1130 AyeCents: 26 Level : 3 Class : Fighter View this character Items Medals: 2 (View more... ) Roleplay Distinguished Service (Amount: 1) Amusement Award (Amount: 1) Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 8:00 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Humans, the very word echoed misanthropy through her heart-strings?scuttling around like vermin and cattle- totally oblivious to their darkened destiny; one hopes they shall welcome slavery well...if not they will learn their place at the hands of despotism and tyranny. Perhaps these mortals gazed upon her shadowy form so fluid and eloquently poignant in mellifluous motion- unearthly but bewildering quite many that gazed transfixed upon such magnificence; many women envied her in their bitter respites and jealousies; many men had wanted to claim her but none would stake their affirmation of such desires before the Darkbane Clan- her body nor her ardor would be bequeathed so easily, unmarked and untainted by the tarnish of lustful hands tracing along those sleek thighs or concaved naval bearing a single black rose tattoo entwining to black Shadowland diamond stud; flesh so delicate? soothing to the swoon of dark lust and pleasures so covetousness upon black silk and requiem ecstasies. She was yet to learn of such things, but Darkbane were well renowned for their death rites, blood sacrifice and orgies engorged with the sacrificial lamb of the kill; bodies entwining like a writhe of serpentine limbs and the scent of musk etching thick upon the atmosphere, the intensity would gather in tremendous magnitudes fueling the temple with raw primordial influences, the euphoric wails would smother the night- yet luring siren compositions to the ears of the beast that dwells deep within the soul of every mortal and immortal. Atra and Pandora savored such blasphemies- the new reconstructed Temple of Darkbane would once again hold such iniquitous and depraved adulation?though this time they would revere themselves; sup on the ichors of death and the nectar of life- like Gods. These thoughts still circling within her mind; eyes catching upon quite a pathetic wretched form staggering from the fissure of a dark alleyway...a derelict was the instant notion which gripped her intellect, the man looked no less than a beggar and as he slumped to the ground in a dilapidated heap before crawling over and copiously vomiting in blood-clotted gore and saliva upon her boots causing her to instantly halt in her pace; darkened eyes narrowing as they slowly cast downwards to witness the mess that has been assailed upon her form in such dishonorable tinctures of bodily regurgitations. Her actions would be fluid, so sublime and intangible he would not be able to comprehend what had assailed him nor dissuade something that cannot be touched let alone discerned. But, before such that would befall him like a dark luminous omen she would relish in physical dissatisfaction, this unquestionably would not be his most cherished day to reminiscence; but she too recognized his family crest, but this would not win him penance. Controlling her body position and harmonizing her vital physical and mental perceptions into singular cohesive assault starting with placing more weight emphasis upon her right leg for steadiness (mainly also to stabilize her motion/intent of motion), the left however would in a fraction of a second ascend, body slightly twisting as a brutal and merciless thrust of boot is placed immediately towards his visage- upon impact the sheer potency would be enough to send him hurdling through the air; blood would explode from shattered features? of the nose and teeth-the flavor of his own blood would augment with the plague contaminated vitae of the children he had moments ago devoured. But this would not be all that is to befall for no soon would he hit the ground? her dark-liquored eyes pooled with absolute malice; opaque and abysmal-they glistened in heinous discordant shimmers, beaming in daemonic effluences like pure malevolence had uncoiled its quintessence behind those ebon-mirrors of repugnance now narrowing in curse-inflicting exuberance. Again she assailed, this leech- adept hands grappling his attire to the scruff of the neck to which she would drag him back into the dark alleyway from where he had crawled out in nausea; the plague would not kill the undead-but she was sure his intestines would be in paroxysm from the poison, veins would be bulging to the fever from within-this vampyre should be in quite formidable agonies; food poisoning- how amusing as Atra would soon learn the nature of this?sickness. Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *Ariadne Luciferi* Currently banned **Essence of Seduction Guru Joined: 10 Mar 2004 Posts: 1130 AyeCents: 26 Level : 3 Class : Fighter View this character Items Medals: 2 (View more... ) Roleplay Distinguished Service (Amount: 1) Amusement Award (Amount: 1) Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 8:08 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [blur:60920da277]THE ALLEYWAY[/blur:60920da277] The dampness and shadowed corners were soothing to her sight- nefarious effulgence orbs pierced the darkness as if a mortal would to the day. The stench of this alley was a earthy dampness and decaying wastes; perhaps even the stench of death hung lowly within the air as in forceful grasp Atra dragged Mort further into the depths where his victims lay-broken and shattered like porcelain dolls, smashed by a child as if by tantrum had thrown them against the grey cold walls?lifeless- broken in blood splattered pieces, quite a relation of sorts for these two traumatized smashed bodies would amalgamate upon Atra?s hex-desiring orbs and incantation as power-hand (left hand) extended splaying slender digits in an accusing point upon the corpses, her other hand still grappling fast upon the scruff of Mortian?s neck, perhaps she would even indulge in digging razor sharp nails into the soft pit of nape- as the bodies began to fuse together in discordant snaps and jutted bone, the very sucking squelching would be audible as flesh and tendon morphed into thick bone-like crustacean armor; the once soft flesh of these two youths-now united would turn a sickly grey pallor, the hide thick and leathery where the crustacean amour did not protect?her talon-sharp nails piercing into the flesh of Mortian?s neck, the sensation of warm blood flowing down her hand, the crimson vitae streaming in florets down her alabaster tones?and yet still her lips transferred archaic incantations upon the conglomerating youths, synchronized arcane intonations which would stir within the gathering shadows as dusk approaches in reddened hues; the night was rupturing the last remnants of day?the sun now has been murdered to the cooler shades of twilight?it was then she heard the dissonant call?her name; its pitch and reverberation could not be denied its imminence?his supremacy; she had summoned him from the darkest pits of chaos?centuries ago, eons had been born and died at the absence of his presence?a part of her remained always with him; he contravened her thoughts?dreams and nightmares; until they had ceased. She had heard his calls before, and the fact he had thought she had forsaken him?to the darkness where she had vanished; without a word. Incantations would now flow quicker as the last phrase was compelled to animate this abomination to life, or rather Unlife- but not before she bound it to her by her own blood and also that of Mortian; forever will he be plagued with this creature now created?this twisted contorted monstrosity; this shall be his penance until Mortian is no more. Using the power already summoned within her epitome and quintessence she would merely retract her talons from Mortian?s neck and discard him across the alley as if he were but a crumbled up piece of paper, another nefarious snarled grin would curl upon those crimson lips as right wrist lifted to her mouth; opening ivory long canines would extend through hankering jaw?incisors protracted and far longer to that of the more common less archaic vampyres?fangs would pierce through her own flesh as if biting into a succulent piece of fruit, to open a slight wound in which she introduced to the mouth of her newly created pet, letting it sup only but a brief amount of ichor-just enough for the extrasensory bond to evolve within its veins and senses; giving it potency beyond comprehension?this was a new creature within itself, and would become known as Bloodzo in simplistic terminology; but in truth the being of this species was to serve nothing and no one but Atra?it would be a dark menace to the populace?an ever growing stain upon the realm of those who chose to bathe in the radiance of righteousness and vice- this servitor would do everything in its power to snuff the righteousness and destroy all that it can of goodness. For the last time she assailed Mortian, left-hand grappling for his throat as strength would raise him up hard against the wall, a low growl emitting from her throat and rolling upon the ichor-glistening tainted lips of Atra- dainty hands would grip around throat tightly, strength lifting Mortian up so that not even his feet could touch the ground?her words would be blunt; but then this he should already know?for she knows who he is having seen him from long ago and recently within the Castle of Darkheart?she spoke in Mortian?s native tongue, Romanian for maybe then this would trigger his memory from days where him and his brother?s had been judged upon a crime they did not commit?this Atra knows for she was the one who inflicted it?. [blur:60920da277]? Ruthvennn! Noi se intîlni cu din nou?cum farmec imi cert! Avea va învăța un valoare lecție aici sau face prostie alerga sălbatic înăuntru vostru sînge? Fac va chiar cunoaste cine imi? Deoarece va parea cunosință meu familie?înstiipa meu acum sau muri! Fac de loc abligurrire timp imi un foarte occupant femeie?[/blur:60920da277] [blur:60920da277](Translated from Romanian to English: ?Ruthvennn! We meet again?how charming I am sure! Have you learnt a valuable lesson here or does stupidity run wild within your blood? Do you even know who I am? Because you seem to acknowledge my family?inform me now or die! Do not waste time Iam a very busy woman!)[/blur:60920da277] Taking right hand digit she would slice across Mortian?s wrist with razor-nails, delicate flesh would slightly split; the creature would instantaneously slither to sup upon the plagued ichor which now ran it course through his blood-stream?though not to much just enough to grant the beast some of the abilities that Mortian hand-not necessarily a blood bond but the creature could find Mortian at any given time. Now she was more compelled to go to Twisted Malice; hands releasing from Mortian?s throat?allowing him to fall and greet the abomination which awaits him- she would ascend the night like a raven in fugue; slightly bending her legs she would bound to the ramparts of the buildings- her form would distort and ripple exactly as a shadow or silhouette of cloud could usher upon the barren ground?ethereal and tenebrous she would go to Twisted Malice, eventually coming to the same rooftop where he waits?shadows would swarm, coagulate and solidify to form the exquisite physique he knew rather well; he would recognize her except for the raven black cascades that adorn her visage before being wind-swept?her form somewhat tense?he would recognize her, but?would she recognize him? Her words found it hard to resurface, all she could was whisper his name... [blur:60920da277]"Malice???"[/blur:60920da277] Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *Synful Darkness* **Ranger Ranger Synful Darkness Joined: 19 Apr 2004 Posts: 114 Location: Realm of Darkness AyeCents: 6 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 8:22 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Indeed she had passed the woman as she exited, Syn also paid nearly no mind to her. But just as those few steps were taken to pass each other, Syn's attention was caught and her eyes snapped in the direction on Atra. She said nothing as she turned on her heel and continued walking, keeping a safe distance behind her. She followed within her wake, watchin, knowing she would go undetected untill Atra's mind was of a more clear state. The Temple was reached and Syn kept her distance, and then it hit her in a rush of rage and anger. The realm stirred as Malice was thrust back into it, as blood was spilled. She nearly stepped back in the feel of all of this, the whispers taunted her mind and the thoughts of it all teased her sences. She then focued again on Atra, moving after her as she sought after Malice. Malice and Syn had a very short meeting in the past, but she thought little of that. Would he hold the grude still that Syn was trying to do away with? Perhaps he wouldnt even remember her, or Darkness. For now she kept her distance and followed behind as before. A curious little cat indeed. _________________ Even in the brightest of lights there is at least one shadow, Darkness reigns eternal. Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message AIM Address Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *Ariadne Luciferi* Currently banned **Essence of Seduction Guru Joined: 10 Mar 2004 Posts: 1130 AyeCents: 26 Level : 3 Class : Fighter View this character Items Medals: 2 (View more... ) Amusement Award (Amount: 1) Roleplay Distinguished Service (Amount: 1) Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 8:47 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ She felt the presence of another watching, observing from the shadows- though she did not know of this woman (Synful Darkness) though the taint of her quintessence did somewhat stir the perplexity of this moment- if it had not been for the rebirth of Malice, and the fact that he had called to Atra once again when risen from chthonian slumber as he had done so before when he felt she had forsaken him?forgotten him? No? this would never be the case, nor would she forsake KaliCity- the magnificent beautiful commander who adhered strongly within Atra?s heart; and shall do so even beyond the boundaries of death and the comprehension of love- this went beyond love. Atra revered and loved Kali just as much as she does for Malice- these two were her greatest triumphs within the total existence of her darkened epitome?pride was not the word she expressed but instead unmitigated exultation. The presence of this watcher did spark curiosity, even the shadows gathering in copious wreathes upon the streets as if summoned by silent coercions-these would weave with intrusive tendrils; extrasensory in extracting information at the whim and desire of Atra, a simple gesticulation of hand movement would usher the shadows to command to her supremacy; these were not to harm but rather inform Atra of her agenda?the shadows wouldn?t seen intrusive, appearing more natural in purposes as the sun slinks lower upon the horizon?silhouettes abundant upon the buildings and the castle grounds?darkness approaches?. iniquity awakens and the serpents of night have unleashed their malicious forked-tongues to inflict the venoms of corruption and depravity. [blur:b99388baaf]Even dreams would morph to nightmares- unfurling ill-omens across the land of Ayenee...[/blur:b99388baaf] Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *Krieg Volkssagen* *The Vredesbyrd *The Primal Evil Ranger Krieg Volkssagen Joined: 19 Jun 2004 Posts: 145 Location: Skiathos Island: Le Repaire Du Loup...Unknown. AyeCents: 1 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 10:31 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Across the void, the barrier upon separating the realm of reality from the darkness cast aside between the worlds, it sits, watching through the obscured " peepholes ". Waiting on the eve of battle, bloodshed and war, waiting to baptize the realm in darkness of the heart, of the soul. From the unholy fires of Bodom it observes. Hinting toward the torture awaiting, to greet the flesh at the break of conquest. When the calm is setting in, when all is still, one can hear the echoing screams, the tormented whispers slinking through the fragile, yet stable fissures of the barrier. Bounds in chains, too many years in silence, it is bound to have a chance, to escape, to reappear upon the face of blood letting soil. The Nameless, last of The Dimmu silently calls in slumbering dreams to be awkened, calling for suitable minds to deliver it to the world once more. Last edited by Krieg Volkssagen on Wed Jun 23, 2004 10:32 am; edited 1 time in total Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Visit poster's website AIM Address Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *Commander_OfThe_Darkbane* **Watching Watching Joined: 23 Jun 2004 Posts: 2 Location: Capitol City: DarkBane Temple AyeCents: 1 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 7:46 pm Post subject: The Final Return Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~The Darkness, it will do its bidding, heed to its calling, something would awaken, would stir, drifting into a plunging abyss of the treasured denial. So sweet was the air, the blood swiftly would drizzle down to those crimson lips, a scream, a hollar would echo through those ears that listened with a keen essentialness. Dreams would slowly meander away from the sadistic mind of the cloven Commander of the DarkBane, Former Queen and Captain of the DarkBane as well. So many ranks, so many things she would behold in the brink of her past, and at one point, not so recently, she had thought to be rid of it all, but once again, somebody, her Kin, her 'Mother', The Mistress that holds her Loyalty had called her back one last time to behold the power of the Clan which she kept going. Yes, Even when Malice and Atra' had left, she kept it going for the sake of wanting to keep the tradition alive. But here she was, after she had left for the supposive final time, Atra' Lamia was calling her back, and as swiftly as she would have left she was now coming to return as the Commander of the DarkBane. Releasing the proven chain, she had snapped it, broken it, eyes of ice, flickering through, burning against the shadows, against the darkness and she snapped those jaws and snarled effortlessly. Elongated fangs were drawn as that serpentine tongue withdrew and slid over those crimson lips, muscles flexed as she moved into the crowd, beyond and over the powers of Ayenee, she feared nothing, flawless with expertise, blades ready for action, for what action would step into her pathway, eyes narrowing, she was bitter with hunger, with an unleashed rage. Snapping her neck from side to side, rolling those shoulders, closer she would move towards the Risen castle of the DarkBane, that temple looked so sweet as it was built by the hands of her Mistress, it made her hunger become ever lasting. Shadows would roll, as she drifted out of the way, it seemed to cover her from the rays which would pour down upon her figure, but they did not, she kept an inner spell to capture the light and move it away from her, and with a tantilizing fear, she went for the first person that came to her. A Beggar, stepping before the Vampiress, the Commander and he swept in and started 'nipping' at her heels like a little puppy, begging, whimpering like a petty fool for food, asking her to spare some money, spare something so that he may feed that family which he never should have beared. Such pity lay within those sunken hues of a haggard face, and with movements, she snapped out, lightning fast, gauntlet covered hands snared that neck, a grasp, lithe appendenges hurled inwards, enclosing around the spinal cord and the cerebral cortex and within a second, his neck was snapped, a shiver ran through his body, a maw, the sound was incredible slurred followed by a distant hollar of screams, replenished pain, it was sweet. Fangs dug into the jugular of his neck, and they sank deep into the important arteries, people began to point and scatter, fear started to reek in that particular area and before long the feasting was done, the body dropped like the carcass that it was, then she continued towards the Castle. Yet, soon enough she would ravel about to a scene, the essence that was so near would drift along the memories and nasal cavity, she knew of the scent but she did not recognize the physical being. Orbs drifted as she peered calmly upon that of Twisted Malice, the Lord in which her Heart held so dear, which was one of the few that had that kind of emotion toward. But such emotion would not settle at the moment, his words facing towards Atra'Lamia, claiming that Malice was reborn, oh yes, he has definately been reborn in a more terrifying manner. With the way the men around had humbled in their fear and were bathing in their blood at his feet, such of which, had made her grin slightly. Then Stepping forward, she moved slowly to his side, eyes narrowing, At one point she wouldn't recognize him but never would she forget him, his essence, his aura, and with this, she would slowly bow her head towards her Lord Malice, then glance up to him. "Welcome Back, M' Lord. 'Tis a pleasure to See you again, Malice and it is my pleasure t' have you Back." She said nothing else, she was just glad he had returned to where he belonged, but Atra' Lamia honestly knew not that Kalicity too had returned, since she did leave. So Slowly facing the Castle, she spoke in the brink of the mind, moving it, focusing it upon her Lady. Atra' Lamia, Now you have two of Kin back upon your side. Your Commander has Also Returned, One last time for the sake of your bidding. Now Tell me, what is your Bidding, M'Lady?[/i] _________________ Taste my lips, Feel thy' pain, Evermore you'll scream my name.. Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Visit poster's website Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *-Mike-* *Triad Leader *Perfection Ranger -Mike- Joined: 10 Apr 2004 Posts: 164 AyeCents: 1 Level : 1 Class : Acolyte View this character Items Medals: None Post Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2004 10:28 pm Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Darkness brewed upon the eve of his becoming. The night seemed to swoon with the ever-presence of apprehension. Soaking the innards of reality, the taint returned to claim homage to physicality. Swept away by the occassional assault of lightning, the dreary undertones of dismay seemed to bring more than just eeriness. Each strike, every moment's passing seemed to build for his arrival... as if a tune to draw him near. With the final notes of his dawning, the ambiance seemed perched of activity... wildlife seemed to wither away as his presence drew near. An explosion of light, and the wakeful roar of thunder... illuminating his embodiment as he seemed to simply be there. Amidst the chaos of the storm, he had somehow managed arrival without notice, head lowered as his hair dripped, soiled by the downpour that seemed fitting of his presence. The water seemed to run off his slick leather entourage.. tiny water droplets clinging to the blade that seemed to glint with a untainted hue. The Capitol City was appauling... but he would tolerate it's filthy existence.. but for a single goal... the future destruction of it all. Ascending the stairs to the temple, the storm seemed to dwindle... his presence breaking it's terror, mild and soothing roars of thunder now reverberating... the occassional flash of light in the distant horizon, each granting him further advantage in stealth and concealment. For... with each flash, his steps were hastened... as his image left the comfort of visage, he would cover an impossible distance, then resume a slowed pace as light shone upon him. [blur:f1c554421e]"Malice..."[/blur:f1c554421e] He grinned and shook his head to relinquish it of the dampening effect of water upon it. The top of the stairs graced him, striding towards the group that seemed to have assembled... he had business to attend to. [blur:f1c554421e]"You will meet me on the battlefield... or your friends can die attempting to save you... I do not have times for games, and my reasons are my own... we don't need questions, let us resolve this with our swords."[/blur:f1c554421e] His eyes turned from Malice and to the ruins in the distance... a stone-made floor... almost arena like. The occassional pillars, broken and crumbling, with the remnance of a stone stands... fitting for a duel... especially with the continuous rain that seemed to set the mood. [blur:f1c554421e]"Shall we?"[/blur:f1c554421e] Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *Twisted_Malice_Darkbane* *Defiler of Innocence *Warlord of Darkbane Ranger Twisted_Malice_Darkbane Joined: 17 Jun 2004 Posts: 183 AyeCents: 416 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2004 12:00 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wordless respect clung to every dark curve of the warlord as Atra approached him, one who his black heart had ever held dear and who he had served loyally over the centuries, even after her disappearance had he not kindled the fires of Darkbane in an attempt to keep their memory alive? Yet now here he stood, a hulking juggernaut of flesh and steel brought back for one purpose, and so as her enchanting voice washed over him he thought that actions would speak far louder than words ever could. Sinking to one knee in a display of subservience the ancient creature seemed to struggle with the common tongue and all that emerged at first from betwixt its charred lips was a sound like nails scraping down a chalk board. With the passage of time though, he managed to locate the language the woman had spoken to him and responded in a voice so very bleak and disheartening, for there was no comfort in it any longer, the old Malice that had seduced countless women into his bed was surely lost. ? I have returned, my Mistress, I bid you, command me?. Even though the warrior now knelt before the formidable High Priestess not so much as a waver of fear was hidden beneath his words for they spoke of a loyalty that few in this world could ever understand, one that transcended such fickle things as life and death. After a moment or two of silence though the shadowy eye sockets of his helmet turned with it only to shed their withering gaze upon the form of Synful, someone that he had known so very long ago, or so his mind suggested, but that had been another body, another incarnation of the abomination known as Malice. Addressing her with the same callous voice he had his Mistress he said simply? Syn, long has it been since I tasted the stench of ?Darkness? on the air, I wonder what happened to all those ?brave souls? that vowed to kill me when we were engaged in our little war, do their bones still line the ruins of my throne or have you managed to recover the forces I so easily dismembered in the past??. The question itself was undoubtedly blunt but in truth Malice cared little for the Clan he had once fought against, it was just another facet of his past, another grain of sand in the timeless hourglass that was his existence, his curiosity, however, was indeed sparked. ? Why have you come here? Do you too seek death at the end of my blade? Or perhaps you come to marvel at the rebirth of true evil.? The day just seemed to grow even busier though as he sensed yet another familiar presence slowly passing through the star lit city and sure enough Kalicity appeared, Kalicity, someone who he trusted with his life and someone he had never thought he would see again, the parting of ways had been painful but the joy at seeing her again seemed to dwarf that. ?I am pleased to see you have withstood the test of time and survived in this dying world dear Commander, I had feared that we would never again lay eyes upon each other? here he paused for a moment to regard his new appearance? in a manner of speaking, heh?. The first cold droplet of rain that night fell upon his helmet and made a dull tap sound on the unholy steel which served as the herald the skies seemed to have been waiting for as the clouds burst their sides and unleashed a hail of chilling rain down onto the citizens of Capital City. Through the shroud of rain though Malice discerned something gradually drawing nearer but it was not until the stranger walked boldly up to him and demanded a battle that Malice fully understood the power that dwelt within it. Black lips curled into a cruel sneer as the Warlord?s hand immediately fell to his waist where the hilt of his vorpal long sword lay, gauntleted digits curled smoothly around it a second later and unsheathed the bitter blade that he had affectionately named FiendWrath , a fitting name for a blade so adept at destroying Baatezu. The hilt itself, which he now gripped tightly, was hewn from the bone of a particularly nasty Glabrezu and decorated with the flesh of a pitfiend he himself had slain. Confidence rose inside him at feeling FiendWrath in his hand once more then, without wasting another moment he walked forwards, straight over the parapet of the roof the company were gathered upon and plummeted straight down towards the street below. Great cracks ran through the ground where his feet landed as his body slammed into it but the relentless fiend refused to let the small impact deter him from his course and soon he was shoving his way through the crowd of people, heading in the direction of the ruins that had been indicated. Apparently the sadistic Warlord had not wanted to waste the breath it would take to answer the stranger and, instead, had once again let his actions speak for him, now it was merely a matter of the stranger plucking up the courage to follow through with his challenge and pursue Malice to the appointed battleground. Halting his inhuman pace once he had reached the arena of stone FiendWrath twirled eagerly through the air as he waited for his opponent, soon he would bury it in the sweet flesh of another foe, soon, he would carve the word Malice into the very creatures soul. _________________ Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message *-Mike-* *Triad Leader *Perfection Ranger -Mike- Joined: 10 Apr 2004 Posts: 164 AyeCents: 1 Level : 1 Class : Acolyte View this character Items Medals: None Post Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2004 12:36 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ His head remained lowered, his eyes peering from the tops of its lids... staring as Malice made his exit. He remained for a moment, watching carefully the comrads... and twisting his lips into that of disgust... how they worshipped one another, showing emotions... pitiful really. Narrowing, he seemed to warn the clan of interfere... it would not be tolerated. Where Malice may be able to withstand him, he was sure they would not. He seemed to crawl towards the edge... following in the pace Malice had set, walking to the edge while his eyes remained pinned on Atra. If Malice fell too easily... he would rid Ayen of his clan as well. His right leg extended, and he simply leaned forward... falling off the edge, but should one peer over the side.. they would not see him, he would not stay the air more than a second... for his own prowess far exceeded the possible momentum of decent. Malice had set quite a pace... and even with his slow graceful movements thus far, his greatest attribute was speed and agility. In a single second he reached the ground, lightly landing on one knee. No indentation, nor forceful impact as he rose and seemed to disappear in the mass of people. As Malice arrived, and 'waited'... he would simply be sitting on a pillar behind him, watching the man... One knee raised, his adjourning arm slung over it holding his doubled bladed katana... it's tsuba beneath his wrist as he held it in it's usual manner: upside down. He pondered announcing his presence.. for he had infact been there far longer than his combatant, but he would just sit there... and wait until the man realized for himself. Last edited by -Mike- on Thu Jun 24, 2004 12:37 am; edited 1 time in total Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *Commander_OfThe_Darkbane* **Watching Watching Joined: 23 Jun 2004 Posts: 2 Location: Capitol City: DarkBane Temple AyeCents: 1 Items Medals: None Post Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2004 8:19 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~With sudden appearance, globes of tantalizing aura?s perceived the shadows, she had peered, a glazed hue washing over the beauty of her Mistress, the grace of Atra? Lamia. So many things had warped through the innards of a blank capacity, the two people that meant most to her under a kindred wing, were here in the presence of the Old. So long had it been since the Three, Atra?, Malice and herself had been together in the same place, at the same time. Children to ?mother?, Mother to kin. Such an sentiment, a plagued emotion could flow through those icy veins, as those hues had set upon the pair. But little was cut short as she had too bowed her head towards Atra?, being in the Presence of her Lady and her Lord, was typically over whelming, but also the thought of her being the Commander, not the Captain this time was also something she had well been earned over the many years the Trio had worked together. A Glance towards Malice as he spoke aloud to her, welcoming the presence of his beloved, an emotionless face remained emotionless, but the warming in her bitter heart could have been something different, uncovered rather. She too was excited to see Malice again, and his new form was definitely something to look at. So many thoughts, they drowned her mind, muscles reflecting as she cocked her head back up as quickly as Malice was standing at the side, a drizzling rain began to sprinkle, a she had felt him move, watched his strength, admired those movements as he turned and fell to the ground below to face a comer of challenge. A Grin would place upon those Crimson lips, a glance towards Atra? Lamia as she nodded her head slightly then pivoted off her right feet, then took but a step forward as she stood upon the ?cliff? of the rooftop. As the Commander, she was to watch her troops eh? Perhaps inspect their ways of the killing, but she knew not that she didn?t have to tell Malice how to battle, she knew he could handle himself because he has never fallen before in such a way of Mêlée. Nor has she, and neither has her Mistress. These three always stuck together, one way or another, they always came back, together. They worked best either as a team or as a lone wolf, either way, they were all efficient in the ways of spilling blood. So while these timid thoughts drifted with a solemn harem through the mind of the Vampiress, She would remained scanning over the fight below. The fight in which she would watch over with very pique interest, for it has been a while since she has seen her Beloved in action. Droplets of rain drained down her armor, across the fair skin, ebony hair settled upon her shoulders, weapons were ready, for even though this newcomer had given her a mental warning as to not interfere, he knew not of who she was, but she would not interfere, for this was Malice?s fight, but if anyone knew the Binding of the Blood of DarkBane, you mess with one of the DarkBane, your messing with all of the DarkBane and if you unleash the wrath of one, you unleash the abyss of hell. A Word, A thought..let it be heard from the Commander to the Warlord. [blur:61fa78317e] Bring me his Head Malice as I would bring one to you, My Dark Prince. And with his head, you will be bringing me his soul. Leave nothing else in your wake..[/blur:61fa78317e] _________________ Taste my lips, Feel thy' pain, Evermore you'll scream my name.. Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Visit poster's website Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger Yahoo Messenger *Ariadne Luciferi* Currently banned **Essence of Seduction Guru Joined: 10 Mar 2004 Posts: 1130 AyeCents: 26 Level : 3 Class : Fighter View this character Items Medals: 2 (View more... ) Roleplay Distinguished Service (Amount: 1) Amusement Award (Amount: 1) Post Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2004 9:32 am Post subject: re: ~The Temple of Darkbane~ : The Obsidian Darkbane Spires Reply with quote ------------------------------------------------------------------------ She felt eyes pinned to her form, but this did not concern her momentarily; attention was placed upon Malice as he genuflected in honour and wishes for her next command-except she knew that for awhile his attention and perceptions?skills were to be wrought in battle- a flicker within extrasensory and premonitions circumnavigated within archaic mind as her dark-liquored eyes gazed down upon him as she shook her head, raven tresses flowing within the wind as the gesture took to ravening streams; a shiver along her spine again indicated that eyes were upon her, head turning to a slight 90 degree angle, chin coming to rest upon leather-swathed shoulder as eyes pierced through the darkness- all perceptions foretold that something or someone was there but for some unknown reason she would falter to exactly perceive it? Cautiously her head would return to look upon Malice? words soothly flowed from occult-whispering blood tinted lips?captivating as if one could hang onto every word that lingered upon such lustre... [blur:dca497a78e] ?You need not lower yourself to my visage Malice?your worth far surpasses submission beneath my ranking or standards?arise and show the world your darkness, for I am sure they shall be repentant upon this night? the night of your resurgence. But, I feel as you maybe already aware that your presence shall be summoned momentarily away this shall be your personal victory, but upon your triumph return to me?promise me that you shall!?[/blur:dca497a78e] She would turn to acknowledge KaliCity (since Atra is upon the roof top where Malice is located) this female had won Atra?s heart and reverence ? it was an honour to be amongst these formidable figures, presences that stirred reminiscence of older nights?she had heard the words of Kali- the only female that would ever rouse desire within the ebon-heart of darkness; the only female that Atra would hold in high esteem and regard except such a soul in which she speaks would come at a high price?but this would be for Malice to discern if indeed the triumph is his. She would admire the form of Kali for she knew such lustful curves rather well?perhaps such a glimpse would trace beneath the leather cladden façade and stare within the depths within?indeed Kali was fatally beautiful upon the exterior as well as the interior; this could not possibly be denied nor disagreed?the Darkbane women were notorious for their magnificence and exquisiteness; yet deathly?beauty is altogether cruel, this was no exception. [blur:dca497a78e]?Kali, your darkness is as exquisite as it always has and shall be M?dear?but as for my bidding, can we not enjoy the rapturous night breathing our name in serpentine tongues upon the wintry winds and taint the sleeping brow with grotesque nightmares; this night shall be the only one where we stand in reverence for what is to be; be as it may. Tomorrow shall be quite harrowing for the construction of the Temple is at hand?but I also feel a stirring within the abyss?perhaps even the umbra toils within this being awakening through the languid inertia of blackened vapours?something dark this way comes; and I am to unleash it upon the mortal world. My beloved Kali?? [/blur:dca497a78e] Her words would linger as a fluid movement unseen would have her upon the form of Kali by ethereal saunter- a flicker like a shadow slithering before solidifying. Left-hand, slender digit extending to the gauntlets that? flash within the moonlight?delicately running smooth sensuous flesh of digit along the serrated edge opening a small wound to the apex of finger?heinous eyes full of horrific effluences beaming in atrocious ill-omens as droplets of crimson vitae fall like rose reflected rain drops?a simple incantation/summoning entered her mind as if provoking her to usher the words in which this being releases?almost tauntingly to dare her gallantry?indeed she would utter these words?his coercion instantaneously provoking her desire for the world to succumb to darkness?to cower at the feet of Darkbane and Varsinax...these words would not be heard instead mingle within silence...plumes would smite the words to incomprehsible synchronzations and varied harmony...no one or nothing could discern these words...to others it would sound like a long drawn breath plumed to the frosted winds.... [blur:dca497a78e]? By will and by blood, I call the night...of fire from Hell and Bodom's unholy light...I curse your soul with The Dimmu's bite...and I summon, loose the power of The Nameless plights."[/blur:dca497a78e] Upon these words her hands extending to the night as if to part the fabrics of the mortal world and the ethereal; to slice through the veil in cacophonous odious chants?it was complete, and now she awaited this beings plight to wage death upon the world of man?corruption and plague would manifest within this being? [blur:dca497a78e]The Nameless of all evil...[/blur:dca497a78e] Back to top <#top> View user's profile Send private message Display posts from previous: Post new topic This topic is locked: you cannot edit posts or make replies. 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