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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:44 pm
The Tower serves as a home to any Light Borne who have no nation of their home. It is a place where only those who walk in light can enter the tower. The top most floor is where the royalty stays, this tower like the dark tower is the most equipped for every day living as it is a permanent residence as opposed to temporary. The top most floors house the bedrooms while the others contain kitchens, meeting rooms, and armories.
Unlike the other towers, this tower has mirrors all over the walls of every hall way, creating faster transportation for those using light waves.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:47 pm
After a bit of navigation through the castle's quiet halls, Seth found herself at the foot of the light tower. Using both hands to shield her eyes she gazed all the way up the tower. "What did I get myself into?", She mumbled as she approached the front doors. Giving a last quick look back to make sure she wasn't being followed, Seth took a deep breath and opened one door, then stepped into the tower interior. Another low mumble of, "I hate this dress.", escaped the door before it shut.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:39 pm
The interior of the tower was far different than Seth had expected. Since it was a light tower, she anticipated something more 'holy' looking rather than this zone of highly reflective objects. The only thing she could hear crossing the main foyer was the sound of her footsteps. Now I'm starting to wonder what dad had to deal with in the dark tower. She paused and looked around near the center of the room. Her eyes traced up the stairs through the tower interior. It seems empty enough... Maybe there really are no light elementalists left or something. Though again, this tower hasn't even been out of the ground for a full day yet. They're probably just unaware of this place.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 5:59 pm
From some floors above a set of small hands reached over the railing. A mischievous looking youth of silver locks and a curious hook like cowlick cast his colorless eyes down upon what looked to be a visitor at the bottom floor of the tower. A visitor? This could be fun. He smiled as he moved away from the railing. He quietly paced toward the stairs, taking a new observing position.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:06 pm
Instantly, Seth glanced up toward the second floor thinking she might have heard something. She elected not to spend too much time looking toward the mirrors as the sheer number of them was unpleasant, and it'd consistently remind her of her poor wardrobe choice. Since otherwise the place seemed bare, Seth started to approach the stairs, hoping that this central mirror tower mess was just for main rooms or something.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:12 pm
Taking a gamble, the boy snickered just enough to get the sound to travel down the tower. Taking out his slingshot and a pellet, he waited a moment to see whether or not his faint laughter might provide a distraction, then raised up just high enough to get a line of sight to his visitor. He quickly took his shot, not quite going for exact precision but aiming for a likely hit before ducking into his hiding spot again. He couldn't help but snicker again as he began to move from his spot to find a new hiding place and a better shot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:20 pm
Just about to take a step onto the first stair, Seth looked up again, hearing chuckling. Perhaps she was wrong and there were some kids at play, it was difficult to tell at the moment. She faintly heard something flicking and managed to shift her head as a small round object just barely grazed her cheek and struck the wall near her. "Hey!" She called out, looking in the direction of where that object came from. There was nothing there but more tower, but the echoing laughter became clear. It was mocking laughter. Clenching a fist, Seth began to move up the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:35 pm
This is gonna be fun. Lucianus thought as he fixed himself to a spot higher on the stairs opposite his new playmate. From between the railing supports, he took another shot with his slingshot aiming just ahead of his target to get them to stop for a second. He left behind a ghastly image of a cloaked figure aiming a blowgun to set up a trap as he continued to move up the stairs.
Silent Eye {38}
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 6:55 pm
Despite the sound of her rushed footsteps being much louder, Seth caught that same faint flicking sound again and came to a stop on her way up the tower shaft, just barely avoiding another pellet to the head. Okay this guy is pissing me off. Seeing a figure standing on the stairs opposite her position, Seth in a fit of rage used a burst of energy to jump across the gap, shattering the steps she previously had as footing in the process. She had initially prepared to attack the figure but since it wasn't moving, adjusting its aim, or even using the right likely weapon, she just dropped in near that spot and landed. "What is this? It's not a..." She broke off mid sentence to dive into a doorway and look around carefully. This definitely had to be a trap.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:04 pm
Luc took one more gaze across the way to his prey. Switching his slingshot for a repeating crossbow, he took aim. The shot wasn't as careful as he would have wanted it. His target didn't go for the trap for one reason or another. He didn't have a very good clear shot as he had hoped either. Taking the shot anyway, Luc hurried up toward the top of the tower calling down once. "Come and get me!" With a few flashes, Luc accelerated toward the top of the tower, heading for the roof.
Wyrmstinger {29}
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:34 pm
Seth had been about to step out of her temporary cover but was immediately cut off by a crossbow bolt striking the floor right by her foot. The initial irritation of being taunted began to subside despite the fact that whoever it was that was doing this, they seemed to be out for blood. "What's this guy trying to do?", she asked softly. She stepped out and charged to the railing, jumping up to it for footing and jumping off of it to launch toward the top of the tower.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 12:13 pm
At the open tower top, Luc lied in wait watching the entrance to the top for any sudden movements. He didn't bother hiding this time. The sights of his crossbow were trained on the entry way, his finger on the trigger. Luc grew a twisted grin as the anticipation built.
Wyrmstinger {29}
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:28 pm
Seth emerged from the roof entrance of the tower fairly quickly. Still in flight, she dove down to land and approach the person who stood waiting and aiming a crossbow at her. Rather than fly off the handle and charge up, she tested him by walking quietly toward him. She was attempting to anticipate when he would fire.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:32 pm
Luc slowly lowered his crossbow. Part of him was surprised at the confidence of his target, but as she approached, he quickly learned he was faced with someone else. "Huh? You're not Draven..." He said somewhat taken back by this different face. Her hair was about right, and she was the right height which made him anticipate someone he had known, but this visitor had bright red eyes which seemed to be burning with determination at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 10:41 pm
"Who the hell is Draven?" Seth asked flatly. She didn't really care at the moment but would rather an explanation as to his hostilities up to that point. Coming to a stop at a good standoff distance, Seth inspected the boy. He would probably look odd if Seth knew what odd was for another kid's appearance. That twisted smirk he had that faded recently just reminded her of other children when she was back in school, which only bent her out of shape. She hovered her hand over the handle of her gun, prepared to draw at an instant.
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