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In the Land of Heartstone

NoahFire said
Angel gulps "Uhoh.... Chessmaster... what do you want?! Im not helping you hurt people... what do you want from me?!" Angel asks as she pulls her hood down. She growls angirly.

The massive figure takes a single look down at you, and then falls silent. A light seeps through the darkness, and within moments, it grows to blinding. A woman of equal stature to the Chessmaster walks over the chessboard, eight glowing white wings emerging from her back. She has no face, and in each hand she holds a long blade, dripping with fresh blood, an aura of fear and following the woman into the room. Her gown is long and trailing, complete white, and she, also, sits down. You find yourself standing in between two Gods, on the edge of light and darkness.
"So this is the one you spoke of?" The woman's voice is almost a song, filled with hope and certainty. However, it is the calm, unbroken voice of a killer, one who would not hesitate to slaughter thousands. She ends a shiver down your spine, as well as filling you with confidence. A faceless justice, with no mercy for those who know sin. The face of light in this twisted world, which has no time for pity or compassion.
"She is indeed. Is she adequate?" The Chessmaster's voice was familiar in a horrifying way. Still it was filled with misery and pain, as if the being it came from longed for death, and it evoked the same emotions in those that heard it. Twisted and evil, corrupting life into something not worth living. It's face is hidden behind a mask of deceit, it's many hands reaching across the land, moving men like chess pieces. The Chessmaster never fails to strike fear into your heart.
Shiria, Goddess of Justice and the Divine Light, nods to Chessmaster, Lord of Deception and Despair. The air trembles, as these two beings briefly test one another's might, a matching of wilpower, like the testing of the strength in one's handshake. Then, both sides move their hands. You find yourself unwillingly flung towards Shiria, as a large black gem is moved towards the Chessmaster. "Then, let us finish our business. My time is not my own."
There's a flash, a swirling tornado of magic, and then, you're sitting in a wooden cabin, alone. There's a feeling of emptiness, cramptness, the power of the Gods that had been here before your eyes leaving an odd longing for the magic their presence brings. Like a sugar high, however, it soons runs out. The confusion and trembling of your hands, however, would last for a long time yet.

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The smell was elusive. Never in Favnir's childhood, or in his many years of wandering the Earth, can he remember smelling anything quite like it. However, within the scent, more subtly, is the hidden scent of roses, plants, and trees. Rot and decay, a fresh harvest, the sea, wet grass, and feces. A variety of smells, each of which you have smelled at some point in your life, and some you don't recognize, somehow blending into a single distinct odor. It is an odd one, to say the least.

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I have no idea how you missed it, but that explains why you stopped replying ^^
Next time I don't reply to your post, please tell me, and I will do what I can to fix the matter. It has happened in the past that I have missed a post, so you'll have to inform me if I do such a thing, alright?

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You did? I think that was the last post I sent to you before you oddly stopped replying.....

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Remember when I told you you saw an elf stuck in roses stuck to a tree?
It's Favnir alright.

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catmint said
It takes a moment for Ryu to realize what he is doing. The taste of blood and organs still fresh on his tongue. Ryu is frozen, expression turning to horror. But the moment is broken by the soldiers rushing in to take his life. He stumbles back, barely avoiding the swing of sword that was aimed at his head. Ryu growls to hide his panic, eyes searching for a way out. He spots the window just as he avoids another swing. The guards are angry and the elves are no longer frozen in place. Ryu lunges for the window, feeling sharp pains of broken glass as he tumbles through. Ryu shifts his shape to a snow white fox before he hits the ground.

You're chased by yelling elves, holding torches and rakes, to the edge of the forest. There, inexplicabbly, the crowd dissipates, as the ground trembles and a horde of forest creatures descends upon them. They scream in pain and fear, and as you run, the sound of crunching bone follows you far.

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jorthon said
Raphion felt the pain spread through his body. He was amazed by what he was seeing. He didn't want it to end but he knew it had too. He closed his eyes then breathed out. He opened his eyes again and asked "Why are you telling and showing me this? Am I that important that you need to tell me this?"

As you open your eyes, you find the woman gone. You're stuck to a tree, groaning in pain, and covered in roses. A large dragon is looking at you curiously, and you realize you must have been unconscious for quite some time.

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NoahFire said
Angel sighs as she walks up to the door and knocks on it. "Hello?" She asks keeping her hood up. Angel sticks her hands in her pockets and whistles a bit quietly as she waits for someone to answer the door.

The door opens briefly, and a presence is felt. In front of you is a wall of absolute blackness. Then, for a moment, you're wreathed in a halo of shadows. A massive spindly grey arm reaches out, grabbing you, the clawed fingers closing around your torso. Before you can so much as protest, you find yourself dragged through the black barrier, coldness seeping into you. And when, finally, you open your eyes, you're sitting on a massive chess board. Above you looms the Chessmaster, his many arms moving various pieces across the very board you occupy. His massive masked face turns to you, the two eye-slits growing a steady red. "My little rebel Angel. It seems you've found your way back to me. And it's just in time, as well."

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Xerxes sees the girl dragged away, and senses a flow of darkness. It's intoxicating, like drowning in liquor. You feel dark magic course through you. You had thought the being within had been revealing it's presence purposefully. However, it is hiding what it can. Within that house sits a God, it's power overflowing into the land. It is not often that the Gods come down to Earth, however, when they do, they are sure to commence in some plan to outdo their rivals.

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Both. Like I said in the comment JUST ABOVE your commen ^^

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jorthon said
Raphion relax slightly he couldn't move his arms anymore. He closed his eyes and slowly breathed in then out. He opened his eyes then said "Alright what do you want? I doubt that you would appear to me with out something in mind." Raphion stayed calm he knew that he most likely safe as long as he was needed. Plus if he truly needed to get away he could use his magic.

"Want? My dear, I want you to kill the demon that has slain your friend. You will seek revenge, and face many demons along the way. And in the end, you'll be the hero who saves everyone, I'm sure." The woman smiles, as she touches your forehead. Pain surges through you, and in your mind's eye, you can practically see her finger being impringted upon your skin, marking you for the rest of your days. You feel, for a moment, like a child, and you realize you weren't speaking to a spirit, or a witch. For a moment, you see something greater than you could ever have imagined. Had you been capable of it, you would have burst out in tears, as you see the most beautiful and most ugly thing you have ever seen. Happiness and sadness. Hope and despair. Life, embodied.