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Post by Starfire on Oct 23, 2013 17:24:02 GMT -6
Starfire shivered at the cold air that surrounded her, he arms crossed over her chest as she waited for Thistle before going back to the plane. "Come on... Come on.." She said as she began to pace trying to keep warm she knew the plane would be warmer then here, she didn't like the cold and in the darkness it was just getting worse.
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Post by Thistle on Oct 23, 2013 19:18:57 GMT -6
Thistle shivered, pulling his cloak tighter. Being a creature of the night didn't protect you from the elements, as the monk was quickly discovering. While there were many perks to being a vampire, thistle found that the nocturnal side of him didn't really like to sleep. He yawned, letting some more magic flow through him to keep himself awake.
Reinvigorated, Thistle marched towards the meeting place.
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Post by Starfire on Oct 23, 2013 20:33:12 GMT -6
Starfire became impatient, fast. She opened the portal and continued to pace. Cold, alone, and death, was all she could think about. Ursa had been the main thing on her mind, she couldn't place her mind on the thought of her dying, It feared Starfire. Te feeling of being alone and not knowing how to continue, more "family", gone.
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Post by Thistle on Oct 23, 2013 21:57:52 GMT -6
Pausing, Thistle ran through possible downsides to this expedition. There were too many to list, so he just decided that the whole venture was a terrible idea and would probably end in disaster.
Now that he was mentally prepped, Thistle stepped into view. With a rapier swinging loosely under his dark cloak, dagger strapped to a his belt, and his glaive swung over the shoulder, the man was prepared for any eventuality. He had knives hidden everywhere, and a multitude of pre-cast healing scrolls for emergencies.
Nodding at Starfire, Thistle approacjed the humming portal. He nervously fingered the gem around his neck, the spoils of his latest journey. Comforted by the power within, he spoke without turning his head.
"Ready?"
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Post by Starfire on Oct 23, 2013 22:09:38 GMT -6
"Took you long enough." She mumbled before grabbing his wrist and jumping through the portal. She didn't absolutely want to go back but she wanted to go to the well and show Thistle the spell books on the shelves. Her mind kept racing on everything that had happened that day, it wouldn't stop. She sighed before landing on a solid ground, the air was warm and it easied her a bit. Starfire let go of Thistle's wrist and took off her cloak before she felt her wings flutter and bit. "Lets stay out of trouble this time." She whispered. "I wish to take you down to the well and hopefully we don't run into Zell or anything... Even though you seem to be prepared this time." She turned back hinting at all of his weapons before she started walking down the frimilar corridors.
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Post by Thistle on Oct 23, 2013 22:43:39 GMT -6
Grinning, Thistle relished the thought of meeting Zell again. "Trouble? Zell? Not this time..." He whispered back, pleased with himself. He started after Starfire, carefully scanning his surroundings for enemies.
"So what is this Well you speak of?" he asked, curious. "I don't believe I'm familiar with the term."
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Post by Starfire on Oct 23, 2013 22:46:38 GMT -6
"The well is like an energy sorce, every Warlord has at least one, Balthazar has sixteen I think. Something along the lines of that. Desteal explained to me that they're really important and contain a lot of power jist for one person. The more wells the powerful you are." Starfire said trailling off as she shrugged before turning a corner. "To me, they're refreshing." She smiled brightly as she thought back to what Desteal had said.
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Post by Thistle on Oct 23, 2013 23:12:22 GMT -6
Thistle pondered this briefly, mulling over the implications. The Wells were the resources of the world, and the warlords fought to control them. Which meant that, unless the power can run dry, which is possible,given that it is a resource that becomes expended, whoever has the most power is likely to stay that way if they fight head to head. Which means that the wars would mostly be fought in secret, with assassination attempts being incredibly common.
Assuming that is the case, the Warlords armies are probably a bluff, with the intelligence and covert operations side of their force being much more important.
The question is, how well trained are these soldiers? are they kept in fighting form, or are they just left to their own devices?
A thought occurred to the monk. "These wells. How do you control one? And can they be destroyed?"
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Post by Starfire on Oct 24, 2013 7:11:21 GMT -6
"I'm not sure if they can be destroyed." She said her voice not so much a whisper anymore. "I'm not even sure but I can feel the energy from the well as soon as i'm here, it's alomost like a drug..." Starfire continued walking but before she knew it she was at the Throne room. With on hand she pushed on the two large doors and opened them just enough for them to get in. She sighed before she went and looked around the room, checking behind the fabric that hung from the wall making sure nobody was in there.
"It's clear..." Her eyes darted to the throne as she walked over to it. Her hand grazed lightly over the arm on the chair before she clicked the button like thing that opened the stone door.
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Post by Thistle on Oct 28, 2013 18:25:51 GMT -6
Thistle stepped toward Star, moving lightly. He looked on, eyes glimmering with curiosity, as the floor fell away, revealing a staircase. He turned to Star, motioning for her to lead the way
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Post by Starfire on Oct 30, 2013 15:49:27 GMT -6
Starfire walked down the stairs grabbing a torch off wall. "Follow."
Before she entered the dim room she placed the torch in a holder on the wall. "This is the well." She took in the energy the well was giving. The power was strong. The well was in the middle of the room with five different colums surronding it. The walls had shelves dug into them, most of them had spell books in them but one had Desteals old armor.
The feeling of Syn's channel was blocked by the feeling of her own. Star needed to come down to the well sooner then later to gain back some energy.
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Post by Thistle on Nov 1, 2013 1:06:12 GMT -6
Thistle examined the room, slowly walking around the fringes of the well. His sense of curiosity prickled as he examined each of the alcoves, and the items stored within. He stopped in front of a particularly interesting display. Thistle gazed upon the all too familiar red armor, with it's distinctive half-wing armor and layered plate. Tentatively, he reached out to grab it.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 1, 2013 21:28:46 GMT -6
Starfire hesitated to tell Thistle not to touch it but she just let out a loud sigh. She sat down on the bench and grabbed one of the books of the shelf. Starfire hadn't actually looked through any of the books. "Please don't break anything...." She said in a hushed voice. Flipping through the pages, page after page, she closed it and closed her eyes letting her head fall back.
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Post by Thistle on Nov 1, 2013 22:09:01 GMT -6
Thistle took the strangely shaped poleaxe of the wall, feeling the weight of it. He began to swing it lazily, blade swooping through the air. Gradually, the monk increased the speed of his swings, the deadly edge beginning to hum as it cut patterns in the space around him. Eventually, the monk became obscured by the blur of the weapon as his body flowed from one position to the next with incredible grace and power.
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Post by Starfire on Nov 1, 2013 22:23:53 GMT -6
At the sound of the blade swinging through the air she opened her eyes and they opened wide. She was impresse but upset at the same time. She didn't want Thistle touching everything or anything at all. "Thistle..." She stood up and slowly walked toward him cautiously. "Can you put that down.... I don't want you breaking shit."
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