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NOT Malorn · Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:07 pm Post subject: An odd greeting

The letter that he had tossed aside, now lain in front of Toren, the characters staring up to meet his eyes. Glaring at it, fury built in him a bit.

Deacon Drake · Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:28 pm Post subject:

The lifeless body lay on the cold stone floor. Not a beat pushed through the human heart, not a thought crossed the man's mind. By some unnamable force, he was dead.

A twitch jerked the body to life, a wave of movement running through the corpse's limbs. With a sloppy motion, the body rolled over, and the left arm, seeming to have a mind of its own, reached out, extending above the man's head, and tried to grab the floor. Pressure took over, and the steel metacarpals dug through the fake skin and into the stone. With a great heave, the arm pulled, leaving a long scratch in the floor.

The body twisted again, and the arm repeated the motion once more, only backwards, until finally, one last twitch rolled through the mechanical arm, and it collapsed to the floor.

The body left in an awkward position, the stone floor next to him bore two giant scratches, crudely forming the letter "T".

And then his life finally left him.
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Abominox · Adventurer Joined: 05 Oct 2004 Posts: 26

Sunset. A full day of training had finally drained the youth. Gathering his breath, tending to his wound on his arm, dealt by the last lizardman he killed, he prepared to cast his last spell of the night.

Kal Ort Por.

A thick mist lay over his destination, and he strained to see through it. His home was less than ten feet away, yet it was nearly invisible to him.

Carefully he stepped forward, feeling his way along the stone wall. He heard shuffling inside and smiled. Father must be home. Quietly he hugged the wall, about to perform his favorite hobby: eavesdropping. He didn't hear words, just shuffling. He listened harder, and was finally given something.

"Fool!"

The hidden stone door burst open and a dark-cloaked figure walked out. Abominox thought he recognized the man, but couldn't quite place him. Suddenly, with the words Sanctum Viatas, he was gone.

Abominox hurried inside, wondering what event he had just missed. He felt along the door for the hidden nook, and pulled the sensitive stone out. The stone door parted, and Abominox entered. The sight before him made him drop his grimoire, a loud flop echoing through the lower chamber.

The body of Steel lay sprawled on the floor, the metallic fingertips of his mechanical left hand revealed, the leather glove torn. Several deep scratches had been made in the floor of the room, crudely forming the letter "T".

Abominox fell to his knees at the sight. Who... who could do this... A tear rolled down his cheek as the truth sunk in. The man who'd raised him for nearly five years, his very godfather, had been murdered.

Murdered. At the thought of the word, fires of rage built up inside his heart. He didn't care who'd done it. He didn't care how. He'd known loss before, and he had dealt with it in less than human terms.

Somebody was going to die.