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Jensoman Gol-Ino shrugged and bent down, slowly collecting the cores around him. "I know nothing about the purity amulets. The Temples of grace had depicted legends, but to my knowledge, only two are in good enough condition to even make out."
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I still like to come by and leave a flower here sometimes.
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Hey remember when this site didn't have 3 tabs in the IC threads? Crazy.
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I feel like Myriad Reality is somehow the secret glue holding this entire site together
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People like to nudge aside the fact that there's a level of commitment to hosting, and joining an RP. The majority of players don't have it in either case, regardless of how interesting an idea is.
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Nihilist, but like, the cool type of nihilist, you know?
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"The sages of purity, five in total. They commissioned the golems for defenses, proportionate to the treasure they guarded," gol-Ino explained briefly, "And no. No you may not."
"I have," Gol-Ino admitted, "To no avail. Not that it will matter. I've just got a bit of a... Hoarder's mentality. These cores are no exception. Though, in the future, I should probably find a better way to transport them. Backpacks and clothing make me feel very... Uncomfortable." Gol Ino looked up at the sky and nodded at the sunrise peaked over the mountaintops. "I recall this commission being relevant to the sages.."
"I know all about that," Gol-Ino said arrogantly, "As if I'd be uninformed on the actions of a tangerine. The golem Citadel is ashamed an appalled by the actions of its lesser creations. "That's exactly why I'm here, or rather, up and about. I've been searching for Gol-Ira's broken Core, and decommissioning these lesser archaic Tangerines while I'm at it."
Gol-Ino looked at Jenso and tilted its head quizzically. "Why would I fix such a loathsome monster? Terribly sorry, communication whilst carrying around these Toxic Tangerine Cores is relatively impossible," he stated, in a far more refined, posh tone.
Gol-Ino took another step forward, and placed the core back into his body, pulling out an amulet, one of the purity amulets, from its body. "Gol-Ira... Monster... Fix result... Poison.." It dropped the amulet at Bruce's feet and suddenly stood of straight, expelling every last core from its body, except for the four purple cores.
"Ah.."
"Ah.."
"F-F-Fix.."
"Arcani-nigh-nigh-Nite Cores," the golem crept towards Bruce, and pulled one of the orange cores out of its body, phasing through its own matter without an issue. "Fix.. Gol-Ira... Gol-Ino fi-XxXxxx"
"Golems are v-v-vile," The strange golem sputtered, "Collect... Souls.."
The creature's head twisted up quickly, and it stood upright, putting the core it had plucked into its body. From the looks of it, this golem had at least 20 orange cores, and 4 purple cores positioned in its legs, chest, and head. It slowly began to walk towards Bruce, cautiously.
"You reek of golem kind," It said, in a voice nearly identical to Gol-Ira's, semi robotic, but brimming with life. "You reek of death."
"You reek of golem kind," It said, in a voice nearly identical to Gol-Ira's, semi robotic, but brimming with life. "You reek of death."
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