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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 2:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:32 pm
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Conservative Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 5:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 6:06 pm
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Conservative Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:22 pm
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Cerlyne didn't take her eyes off the castle as it appeared above the trees. The giant stone fortess was extremely well built, and seemed to glow with magic. You could feel a pulse within the ground, and it grew louder and stronger with every step. Cerlyne hated this place. It was beautiful. It was full of magic, and extrodinary. And she hated it. It where she became who she was.
"What the worst thing is about what he did is that I never had rank up. I've always been in this position. And trust me. You do not want to be in my position. But you are not one of us, you wouldn't understand," she shook her head, quiet voice full of hatred.
"Here we are, make yourself at home, right Cer?" Ba'ul said. Cerlyne turned to him. "Do not call me Cer." Her ice blue eyes bore into him, emotionless. "But yes. Here we are," she said, looking away from Ba'ul and climbing the stone steps that led to the gardens around the gate. The gardens were full of colors, bright blue, green, dark blue, red, purple, pink, yellow, red, orange. There was no color that wasn't within the huge gardens that surrounded the entire fortress. Ahead loomed the great, blue-black metal gate, carved in many strange designs that only a Dark Elven Scholor could read. Cerlyne turned toward the others. "These are the gardens, as you can probably tell. Every plant in existence is planted somewhere around this fortress, native or no. The rarest ones are guarded or set behind barriers, but they are somewhere in the gardens nevertheless. You may look for a few minutes as I speak with the guards." She turned on her heel and strode to the guards that stood by the blue-black gate that sat in between the dark stone walls that surrounded the huge fortress.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 12:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:04 pm
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Silver turned to the dragon, and half-speaking to him, and half-speaking to herself, she said, "It's a shame for those who live by the blade; they are missing so much in life."
As a wood elf, she enjoyed her walk through the forest, and a part of her understood the trees that seem so mysterious. So her lord is the Dark Elven Emperor? Being that he is pratically the enemy of the other races, including my own, perhaps this young girl was forced to join his ranks.
Soon they came to the castle, and Silver did feel rather at home there. The magic under her feet, the elven beauty of the castle was elegant, and she could feel her guard letting up. When she saw the garden, she knew that all she really wanted to do was lounge there, and be at peace with the plants and trees. Every plant in existance? Would I just love to spend a few days just inside those gates.....
She shook her head. What was she doing? While her outer composture was as she wanted it to be, her inner self was also delighted by what she saw, but she had to remember where she truely was and although she was an elf, she was still in danger. Silver dulled her astonished eyes so as to help control her senses.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:02 pm
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Conservative Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 3:54 pm
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((Fireblood, sorry, but could you be a TINY bit more literate and specific? A little more detail in your posts would be nice. Not to be controlling or anything. They haven't even opened the gates yet.))
Cerlyne glared at Ba'ul with a look that said 'Just shut up'. "Ba'ul, may I remind you that the day you kill Draco here will never come." She half-turned to Draco. "Please don't anger him. And that's not for your own safety, that's for the rest of us beings here that may not be as powerful as you." She tilted her head slightly as he spoke to her.
"And why do you make such assumptions? Does it change anything if I do not fight for him? Does it change anything that I'm being used," she spat out the last word, glaring toward the castle. "No it doesn't. The Dark Elves will win because of me. My intentions matter not, only my actions do. If you will please follow me," she said, emotions yet again disappearing as she guestured to the opening gate. Cerlyne strode through into a large stone city, the palace far ahead. There were many levels, and the streets leading up to the castle were only steps. About a mile away stood the doorway to the palace, very similar to the gate to the city in color and design. Cerlyne, as she walked, indicated the buildings.
"These are built on different levels for not only appearance purposes. When, or if we are invaded, archers stand on the tops of the buildings, and when one level is taken, it is easy to pick them off while on higher ground, and then retake the level." They were almost halfway. "Is there anything you see you'd like me to explain?" She said as if she didn't care a bit about anything she said.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 4:09 pm
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