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paradisalost2011-11-03 12:01 am
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[Anyone out and about this time of night may come across two vaguely familiar figures silently patrolling the halls. They are elves, sure enough, but their eyes are burning red, their hair and skin pallid. Weaponry adorns their black, ornate armor; well-used swords at hips and longbows crafted from bone slung over shoulders. They move with grace and without sound, their fiery eyes nearly unblinking.
Most attempts to flag them down will result in a wary glance and little else, but if any are feeling ambitious, they're more than welcome to try harder.
For the most part, though, they are standing guard outside room 425.
After a time, a voice carries over the journal. It's perhaps a bit familiar, but with a cold echo to it.]
The Dark Lady has not returned yet. Shall we seek her out?
[And another voice, with the same unearthly echo responds.]
Not yet, sister. She will return. Remember -- patience, discipline.
[ooc. loss start!!! vereesa and alleria are now dark rangers. open in person or over the journal!]
Most attempts to flag them down will result in a wary glance and little else, but if any are feeling ambitious, they're more than welcome to try harder.
For the most part, though, they are standing guard outside room 425.
After a time, a voice carries over the journal. It's perhaps a bit familiar, but with a cold echo to it.]
The Dark Lady has not returned yet. Shall we seek her out?
[And another voice, with the same unearthly echo responds.]
Not yet, sister. She will return. Remember -- patience, discipline.
[ooc. loss start!!! vereesa and alleria are now dark rangers. open in person or over the journal!]
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After all this time? I'm flattered.
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Flattered that we're urging you to rot? Perhaps your brain's already gone.
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Moreso that you have any semblance of faith in me, in regards to anything.
And yes, I think the latter point has long been established.
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again]
I have faith that the natural order of things still stands, even though you have removed me from it. A barking, rabid dog will either be put down or will succumb to its own sickness.
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We know that both lie in store for him, sister.