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Post by staff2 on Dec 10, 2006 16:57:27 GMT -8
A voice is heard in each person’s head that has discussed or written about “J”
“Lest thee be forgetful, do not speaketh the name of he whom I hath vanquished. For I cannot return to help thee again.”
(all who were there that night recognize the voice)
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Post by Anya Celeste on Dec 10, 2006 22:58:54 GMT -8
Anya comes hurriedly from the kitchen as several tankards hit the gound. Looking around she sees several patrons holding their heads and looking at one another...
"What happened?" she asks as she picks up seval shards and sends one of the serving maids for a mop.
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Post by jeanwitton on Dec 11, 2006 12:10:22 GMT -8
He pauses for a moment and gives a quick thrust of his head, as if to shake something off. He quirs his brows and looks up, noticing Anya's particular excitement before realizing he is not alone in having heard the mysterious voice.
"I thought that might be strange if I were the only one to hear that....Anyone have any idea who that may have been?"
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Post by radonious on Dec 11, 2006 16:52:45 GMT -8
(Duplicated for the purpose of being seen by those following 'Whitestone?' and those following 'a whispered warning,' but only one message posted near the others)
I beleive we should stop writing about the one who caused issue in the old town of Whitestone. I have felt a strange magic, which was similar to the formal whispering wind, but far stronger then any I have heard. It told me not to speak his name, though I know not who sent it. It also said something about not being able to return to help again. I think in this case we should let the past remain in the past.
~Radonious Hellfire
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Post by Anya Celeste on Dec 11, 2006 23:26:03 GMT -8
Anya looked ar her patrons with a raised eyebrow and sniffed the contebts of sevaral tankard sitting on a table.
"Dey be in da hearings of da voices?! I need to be checkin' me recipe!" she thoight to herself, "but den again dese Whitestoners were a bit daft."
Grabbing up the tankards she headed back to the kitchen.
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Post by Bramus Prayer on Dec 12, 2006 17:55:32 GMT -8
Bramus looks about sharply. He stops his horse and hand glides to his sword. A few moments later, Bramus moves his steed forward again, a dark smirk upon his face.
"Here we go again..."
Bramus rides past the walls and into the city of Lochling
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Post by Trenton on Dec 18, 2006 23:26:55 GMT -8
Pausing abruptly, nearly dropping his newly acquired tools, Trenton wonders if this is what mages call 'whispering wind'. The only other voices in his head ever heard were those while in the middle of battle.
*sigh* "gypsies and drakes and vampires; oh my."
He takes another step only to be tossed off balance by a rock. Trying not to drop everything Trenton slams his shoulder into the wall of the nearby building and rights himself back to normal. Looking down he kicks the rock over and continues to the Iron tavern.
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