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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 1:27 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 1:39 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 1:45 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 1:57 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 2:04 pm
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 1:50 am
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 1:46 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 3:26 pm
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 5:44 pm
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 2:41 pm
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Abrien stomped up to his office and slammed the door shut locking it behind him, He took his mask off and unlocked the bottom most cabinet on his desk and withdrew a flask quickly and recklessly guzzling the thick blackish-red concoction. once the flask was empty he put his mask back on and started making his next supply of his elixer, he lifted a cauldron up and filled it with brackish water. Once it was full he took a long, black gnarled looking root, shaved half of it and dropped it into the cauldron, he waited for the shavings to change the gray water to silver-white, once it achieved the color he desired Abrien took a handful of rust red powder and sprinkled it over the surface of the water. "There we are..." He mumbeled to his cauldron as he mixed the powder in with a silver spoon. "Now, where did I place the devil thorn?" Abrien asked himself as he strode across his chamber and pulled a thorn branch from a vase being careful to not to cut himself on the razor sharp thorns. Once back at his cauldron He took a pair of tongs and snapped the branch in half, letting the thick blood like liquid in the center ooze into his mixing pot, once he got it all in there he set the cauldron onto a fire pit and allowed it to boil, he'd know it would be done one it turned blackish red and the bubbles started eating at the cauldron. "That'll be enough of the elixer for two months or so..." He said as it culminated He began filling crystal flasks full of it, crystal and skin are the only things that the potive won't eat through.
Abrien took out a piece of parchment and wrote a message, the message was to a protege of his...He was writing it to ensure the boy was enlisted into his company, once the missive was complete and sent out, Abrien lied down for a nap before deciding wheter or not to accept that new recruit.
((Being a serial killer is alot of fun, mostly because it lets me be the sadistic psychopath that lies in my mind....>=3 ))
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:32 am
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