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Post by pestilence on Jul 24, 2015 1:58:47 GMT -6
"So, from what I can tell I've become a living matchbox." Roland said snapping his fingers and watching a near by flower burst into flames.
He looked around at the group and bowed slightly. "Roland Teeg at your service, bandit chief, and short blade extraordinaire. Knives, daggers, etcetera. Nice to meet you all."
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Post by Spitzfamine on Jul 24, 2015 2:24:38 GMT -6
Mina claps her hands. "And that's Mors. He's kinda a shadowy person. Don't panic if you can't see him, he kinda has that effect." She giggles. "But I'll always be able to see you." "Um... Okay, this is nice and all... but how do we get out? If we have to break these seals... we kinda can't if we're stuck in a weird portal book... thing." Oliver says. "Oh! My bad, I got this. Herp Derp." Mina laughs again and places her hand on the ground. "Biblos, archive of legends. We accept the task set before us. We, The Elementalists, will restore right what went wrong. Let us loose so we may begin our legend, and may you ever record our tale forever." A blinding light spreads from her, and soon the whole area is enveloped. The Elementalists: Prologue: Fated Biblos- COMPLETE  |
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