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5 mos ago
Current War...War never changes.
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5 mos ago
Hey 16 is the most fantasy, final fantasy has been in years rather than steampunk. It's called final fantasy not steampunk fantasy.
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5 mos ago
We can all agree that 12 sucked ass. Vaan is a stupid protagonist that I wanted so badly to die.
5 mos ago
The best final fantasy is 6 and I will die on that hill. I will die on that hill gladly and happily.
5 mos ago
Fuck you I'll drink gasoline instead.
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@Ultimate Spidey He in the comics was born in the 70's, he underwent the experiments in his mid-twenties. And with the way his regeneration works he doesn't age so I gauged his physical age would seem around 30.
Hm thought this died, Kite Man may fly yet.
@Guccicorn eVeRyThInG
Hm wonder if Alwen's reaction was a bit brash lol.
@AdorableSaucer Plz revive this, I miss being inbred Ogre people.
@Dark Light@Song Book@LiegeLord@ONL Just repinging ya'll cause edits don't, anyways. My interaction involves everyone and it is prudent I let everyone know.
@Dark Cloud
The imp took the gold and eyed Alwen nervously. Still if it was talking it couldnโ€™t be heard. Slowly it opened its wings.
โ€™ZAP. ZAP.โ€™

Two sharp lights flared in succession. This time Alwen saw a trickle of energy spiderweb through the invisible cage that held the creature.

If one was attuned to the weave of magic or had knowledge, this seemed like holy magic and a binding spell. The caster would have to be nearby.

The imp writhed in pain and stomped angrily on the spot, fearing to move too far.


[ A L W E N ]

Suddenly a realization washed over him, one that made the necromancer's nostrils flare blowing an annoyed breath through his nose 'Ah, of course I should have smelled divine magic.'

Alwen clenched his jaw, his eyes passing their gaze over the other patrons of the tavern 'I guess either I must profess my occupation or keep being inconvenienced.' it was tempting to simply leave the establishment, however the necromancer was growing tired of being chased out of one town after the other.

Slamming his book upon the table Alwen stood looking thoroughly peeved, his chair squealing loudly as the necromancer abruptly left his seat "Damn it, must I be bothered like this!" raising his voice Alwen frowned, narrowing his eyes as he looked about the tavern.

"Now whoever is using holy magic on this imp, should show their face before I find you myself!" suddenly Alwen did in fact look like the dark mages of childrens tales, told to scare boys and girls to sleep, something about the aura he had been suppressing that if one could see it would cast an overwhelmingly dark shadow.

[ Interacting With: @ONL, @Dark Light, @LiegeLord and @Song Book]
@dwyer austin I'm going for like a Brigand-ish character, a definite front-liner.
@Dark Light Ah I see. Thank you.
Just to let you both know I will post on Fridays and Sundays, and whenever it is necessary to push things forward.
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