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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 8:09 pm
"I'm sorry, but you're all tied up at the moment. I'll be sure to send them a memo; they'll understand." The smile she gave was less than reassuring. No doubt they would understand... If they existed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 9:09 pm
Wrath moved alongside the borders of walls and floors looking over the sleek assortment of weapons placed within it's walls.
"Nope. . . no food here. . . ", he continued his way and skittered a bit more.
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Faulty Ambition Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:52 am
A long rifle, flask, whip, rapier, pair of wings, stiletto, axe, and pair of gauntlets entered the armory.
They worked together to put up an enormous poster.
CALLING ALL SENTINENT WEAPONS!
TIRED OF ALL THOSE SMELLY MORTALS?
SEEKING SOME COMPANY MORE YOUR SORT?
THEN YOU'RE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE
SENTINENT WEAPONS CONVENTION DARK AGE 1!
LOCATED IN THE RUINS OF THE MYRIAN CASTLE
AFTER THE EVENTUAL FALL OF THE SAVIORS!
YOU'VE GOTTA FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARTY!
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:56 am
The Attendent chanted, the sing-song words falling from her lips whilst the motley crew worked. The Naginata knew the tune, bound as it was. The tendrils of the spell settled over them as they finished, wrapping around their cosciousness with a warm, clinging sensation that itched at the back of their minds (however small it might have been) dragging them, fighting or no, into a deep, binding slumber.
She clucked her tongue and collected them, one and all, into a box in the wall. A box designed specifically to hold Nightmare and Illusion (and Robin's Shadel and Knell) at their most powerful and most enraged. The green-haired attendent then took down the poster, rolled it up, and whistled. A bird of vivid blue and green swooped in, landing on her forearm. She told it to take that to Aren, wherever she might be, and tell her there was a suprise waiting in the armory.
The bird took off in a brilliant flapping of glittering emerald and brilliant sapphire.
The Attendent settled down to wait, alert for the moment when one of any of those new toys woke up--bound or not, she was not intending to let them stay awake long.
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Faulty Ambition Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:16 am
The box remained strangely quiet.
Almost too quiet.
A surprise would be waiting for anyone foolish enough to open it now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 6:36 pm
Wrath noticed the new signed posted up and decided to go near after all the others have left. Going close and smelling the paper he tries to read it's content.
Only that he should know better that ferrets have no ability to read what so ever.
So instead, he fetched himself some parchment and tried to copy each stroke, letter per letter to the paper and go back and let deVars read.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 1:10 am
a figure walked into the armory bearing an erie resemblence to somebody else with his green long hair and amusing features
though his face was bound in bandages and seemed.....darker somehow
"ah...i havent been in an armory since it was required..."
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