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Elmcheria
Outcast
8 Feb 2010, 2:21pm
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Here she was, wandering another one of those mystical places. Her unique body was lithe as it slinked back against the cool walls of the manor. She shivered as the dank corridors unwound before her in directions going off many ways. Each was a serpentine pattern and wound every which way. Elmcheria held back a shudder as a cool wind blew through a crack in the rock. "I call you, I need of some... power." she said, calling out to any that could hear her.
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Al Bony
Phantom
9 Feb 2010, 7:17am
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No, no, no! He does not work today! Al Bony, the skeletal butler of these dungeons, and also the mischief maker number one, burst from his bed in the cellar. His bones clattered and creaked as he heaved himself up stairs, through walls, and eventually came into sight in front of the oddly colored mare. My, she was a pretty sight indeed! But that, he ignored - giggling as he remembered the beauty he had transformed Tallow into. Nothing could match her! Ah, that deep, red color, those interesting patterns.. Delicious, delicious. The animated skeleton rolled his burning eyes within their hollow sockets, his face holding its usual constant grin. "I'm sorry miss power-hungry Elmcheria, but the Guardian doesn't work today! Please come back later!" Maybe he should try drawing stripes like that on the Guardian? It was almost like a reversed ribcage, and could look quite neat. Maybe black? Al Bony turned away from the mare, humming an outrageously happy tune, and sauntered off through the castle to resume the work from yesterday; cleaning the dust off a wall so he could make a nice painting on it.
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