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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 4, 2016 23:02:25 GMT -4
Curiosity, pursue truth.
"MAGE FOLK? WHY WOULD YOU NEED ME?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 0:29:54 GMT -4
"We don't really, but those nobles will kill you otherwise, and anyone who takes out one of those lard asses is alright in our book."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 0:35:39 GMT -4
Pity? Carry on.
"YOU DISLIKE THE PORCINE WARRIORS? WHY, MIGHT I QUERY?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 1:06:40 GMT -4
"Those nobles, and their 'king' started the iron inquisition after Darmik went mad and declared himself a god. They drove us into hiding, and started feasting on their own people. It's disgusting."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 1:13:44 GMT -4
"HIDEOUS. WHAT DO YOU NEED ME TO DO, THEN? I FEAR I'LL RUN OUT OF BARS TO INCITE RIOTS AT RELATIVELY SWIFTLY."
Grazing across brain, thoughts and thinking, strange.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 2:25:31 GMT -4
"Just do whatever you can to rile up some trouble among the nobles. Kill them, sow dissent, anything is fine. We aren't too picky, so long as it pisses them off."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 3:02:20 GMT -4
"REVOLUTION REQUIRES EQUIPMENT. THIS IS ONE OF THE VERY FEW THINGS I DO NOT HAVE. IF YOU ARE TO SUPPLY ME EQUIPMENT FOR THIS TASK, I CAN HELP TO THE EXTENT OF MY ABILITY."
Protest softly, requesting sternly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 3:09:18 GMT -4
"Oh don't worry... whatever your name is, we'll get you done up right, just as soon as we get back tour headquarters."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 17:49:41 GMT -4
Name? Name. Memories dying on me. Fading. Drowning.
"MY NAME HAS BEEN LOST TO THE DROWNING WATERS OF TIME. YOU MAY CALL ME FLESH."
Sputtering madness, following strange magi.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 21:37:44 GMT -4
"Alright, "flesh." We'll get you done up right."
The second man finally breaks his silence
"Alright, let's go."
"Sure." The first mage comes up to the second one and puts his hand on his shoulder
"Come here, flesh. Do as I am doing and we'll be at our HQ in a jiffy."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 21:43:08 GMT -4
Curiosity? What arcane fondling is this?
"I DO NOT FEAR WHAT I DO NOT KNOW, AS I KNOW ALL."
Tortured hand on mysterious shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 22:25:54 GMT -4
"Alright. Let's hope it doesn't turn you inside out any more than you are now."
When your hand is firmly on the mans shoulder, he mutters a few words and you are sent flying through time and space, with the two men at your side. You come out in the middle of a forest.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 22:34:27 GMT -4
"MY TWISTED FORM IS NONE OF Y-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Horrors, madness, a short jolt of electricity to the higher brain functions. Memories unfolding before me. Home, family, life.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BROUGHT ME? IS THIS SOME FORM OF DEVIOUS TRAP?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 23:05:51 GMT -4
"Why lead you to a trap when we could have just burned you alive back in town?"
The second mage silently starts feeling around the ground
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 5, 2016 23:18:06 GMT -4
"I JUST ASSUMED YOU KNEW I WAS ALREADY BURNT TO A CRISP."
Fondling earth, this is why shovels exist, strange mage.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 1:09:52 GMT -4
Eventually the man stops, and pulls something. He steps back, and a hatch opens up to reveal a large hole. He climbs down via a ladder you cannot see from this angle.
"After you, my friend."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 7, 2016 0:06:56 GMT -4
Ladders, descending constructs of crossed metal. Descending. I descend.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 0:17:06 GMT -4
The last mage climbs down soon after you, making sure to seal the hatch before making his decent. When you've climbed all the way down the ladder, you're greeted by a large cavern. It's filled to the brim with books and tomes of all kinds, and other mages comb through them like a fat child combs his leafy greens to find a single green M&M. From your immediate position, you can see another room connected to the cavern with a large table in the middle of it. Fires along the wall light the room, and a large crest, the symbols of which being two swords criss crossing each other behind a tome, adorns the furthermost wall of the cavern.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 7, 2016 0:49:49 GMT -4
Some twisted malformed bunker, full of those I am unsure of. I do as was to do and begin wandering for something, anything.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 1:00:06 GMT -4
The only talkative mage you've met so far finishes his decent, and grabs your shoulder before you go too far.
"Hold on a second, flesh. Don't go wandering off before I can at least bring you to our weapons cache."
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 7, 2016 1:38:18 GMT -4
"ARM ME." Twisted weaponry, bone strong, steel stronger? No.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 2:27:55 GMT -4
The mage smiles, and leads you off to a room filled to the brim with weapons and armor of all kinds. Long swords, arming swords, war hammers, pikes, axes, great axes, javelins, mail, gamberson, gauntlets. Everything you could ever want to poke some holes in a fat man
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 7, 2016 15:42:32 GMT -4
Obtain something blunt. Sharp has already been obtained, require blunt. Club, mace, tapered branch.
Raising bone, presenting to passers by.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 15:11:12 GMT -4
You pull a mace from the stash of weapon, and give it a few swings. It seems effective enough
"You find something ya like, friend?" The mage asks
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Oct 8, 2016 15:24:22 GMT -4
Pulsating wires, spitting blood. Fury.
"I HAVE OBTAINED THE STURDY CLUB."
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