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Post by Jaiden Sting on Jul 18, 2008 13:39:08 GMT -8
The night was a refuge from the sun's relentless attack on Lochling. The coolness of the air detracted from its smell. Inside this warded mausoleum was a bed on one side, and a bail of hay on the other, atop which lay Jaiden Sting.
His hand glowed with light, which emanated just far enough for him to see the stone floor.
It was somewhat of a sanctuary. A fortress of solitude, so to speak, save for the slave driven skeletons just outside, and the phase spiders in the first basement floor. A Wall of Force held them at bay, but they would still occasionally come and peer at the meal too far.
He had been down here for 4 days, living from bread and fountain water, but it wasnt the lack of food which starved him. Nay, he craved a more insubstantial sustenance. Oh, what he would give for only a morsel of peace.
But it was given him night after night, haunted by nightmares of himself doing terrible things. Things which he, only 6 months ago, would curse himself for even considering, but it was during his sleep that he found his peace.
And there he lay.
Doing nothing over a course of a week often disallows long periods of sleep, and thus he lay restless.
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Post by Lusarius Adaros Viscenti on Jul 18, 2008 19:54:36 GMT -8
As the daylight sun fades Adaros can be seen walking the trails of the graveyard. His hood is up and his long black cloak conceals his hands and bags. His pace is slow moving through the graveyard trying not to disturb its inhabitants. He moves toward the estate with hesitance. When he approaches the massive stone structure. There it stood, the huge Mausoleum lay in the ground in front of him.
He looks with confusion recognizing the magic's presently on the Estate. He reaches into his large leather bag and retrieves he large metal keys. He attempts to unlock the door, but is obviously unsuccessful. As frustration overcomes him, he speaks some words, then it appears a swords forms out of his right hand. Adaros then begins banging his newly formed sword against the massive stone entrance. Then he pauses awaiting a response.
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Post by Jaiden Sting on Jul 18, 2008 20:52:39 GMT -8
He is terribly startled at the knocking on the door. The young necromancer yells out to the aspiring guest, it would seem.
He fumbles through his things to find a key, which he inserts into the lock, glowing on the door's face.
The door smoothly, but slightly opens, and Jaiden peeks out.
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Post by Lusarius Adaros Viscenti on Jul 19, 2008 5:14:12 GMT -8
Adaros continues beating on the door. as he hears the door open he stops and stares right back at Jaiden,
Thanks for telling me you changed the lock's!
he checks his surroundings real quick then proceeds toward Jaiden, adaros seems to be carrying many of his possessions with him, His arms grow weary of his encumbering load. For some reason it appears he has almost all of his belongings with him, with the exception of his large chest. He looks back up to Jaiden
Can i come in?
not gonna lie this stuff is a little heavy
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Post by Jaiden Sting on Jul 19, 2008 17:41:18 GMT -8
Jaiden pushed the door open wide, and walked back to his makeshift bedding.
He fell over atop it and grumbled.
"What."
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Post by Lusarius Adaros Viscenti on Jul 20, 2008 6:10:34 GMT -8
As the door creeks open Adaros enters hastily. goes over towards his bed and drop most of his belongings. He seems to be carrying much more than usual. He looks over to Jaiden.
What? Why you in here anyway?
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Post by Jaiden Sting on Jul 20, 2008 10:57:49 GMT -8
The sweet smell of the gardens outside blew in as the door was left open. It was refreshing, much different from the stale air that Jaiden'd locked himself in.
Though he'd normally be able to think of some bit of horse hockey to throw at his hobling companion, he couldnt here.
Somehow, his will to keep a facade had faded. So instead, he lifted his face from his bed and turned to speak.
"Thinking. And besides the scuttling, its quiet here.
"And you? Looks like you're moving in in a hurry."
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