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Post by Gyre on Mar 12, 2007 21:57:10 GMT -5
(Sorry. Busy isn't even the word. @_@ )
Haydn pushed himself back from the table, and stood up, chewing his lip. "Yeah.. I am. I've waited enough... Garrick?.." The young wolf turned to his brother, and Garrick rose from his seat as well, letting his gaze drift tiredly over the tabletop. His claws scraped the table as he made a fist. "Aye, let's do this..." Garrick turned to head of the stairs, clapping his brother on the shoudler soundly as he passed. The older wolf's shrewd and mesered attidide had retrned with the use of his arm.
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 13, 2007 15:10:38 GMT -5
A thin smile played over stripetail's mouth as he went out up the stairs and out into the courtyard. He stopped in a clear section of the yard, where there was no trees. "This is as good a spot as any. " He said turning to see Haydn and Garrick. (as a side note Gyre, would you like to controil the character of thier father? It's up to you)
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Post by Gyre on Mar 16, 2007 20:20:11 GMT -5
(Gotcha. ) Garrick nodded. "Very well then..." The wolf squeezed his brother's shoulder, and smiled faintly, squinting in the brilliant sunlight. "I think we're ready.."
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Post by sekraktaa on Mar 17, 2007 9:46:47 GMT -5
(Due to laws and several unfortunate encounters in the past, my character has objections when it comes to necromancy or summoning the dead. Therefore, I'm going to sit this one out until you guys are finished. Just think of my character wandering around the abbey grounds, enjoying some of the fresh evening air.)
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 18, 2007 16:05:24 GMT -5
(I understand and you made that clear in previois posts) Stripetail took in a deep breath. "I command the Gates of Dark Forest to appear before me!" There was a great change in his voice and the sun was covered by dark clouds that seemed to appear from nowhere. The Clouds grew dark and ominous, and a thin haze began to eminate from the ground. Finally, an outline of a gate appeared about twenty paces away from them. The gate swung open of its own accord. "Who dares to summon the dead?" a a booming voice came from the interior darkness. "It Is I,Lord stripetail" Stripetail replied forcefully. "You know the risk you are taking Seer..." the voice replied, with a note of warning. "This is not the first time i have done this.. . I wish that the father of these wolves appear before them.." (What is his name btw Gyre?)
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Post by sekraktaa on Mar 18, 2007 19:10:50 GMT -5
(I did? Oh, well... nevermind then. ^^!)
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 20, 2007 13:30:16 GMT -5
(It's still Gyre's turn...)
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Post by Gyre on Mar 21, 2007 23:01:22 GMT -5
(Sorry I've been so slow. I've got a huge Breast Cancer awareness event that has been six months in the works and we have to prepare for a huge number of people.. I've got 300 tea sandwiches to make.. If I don't blow my brains out first that is. And The father's name is Pharel.) Haydn stepped back, turning his head as if he couldn't look directly at the ghostly gate, whether it be out of fear, respect or he simply lacked the n, he didn't know. Garrick didn't move. His face showed no emotion, and his gaze was so sternly fixed on the gate, he looked like he was ready for anything to emrge from the gate.
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 23, 2007 18:24:35 GMT -5
'Come out Pharel' The voice boomed then diasappered. "Slowly, a large figure of a wilf appeared out of the gate. The sipipt gave off a strange glow, and where his eyes had been there were two globes of yellow light. Stripetail, who was used to the appearances of spirits, made no movement.
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Post by Gyre on Mar 23, 2007 20:46:02 GMT -5
Garrick was unmoving. He watched the eerie shape without saying a word. Haydn was the first to make a move. The young wolf stepped toward Stripetail, who he had grown to know so well throughout their adventure, and touched his elbow in a shy way. ".. This is really him?" Behind them, Garrick showed know sign of effection, fear or joy at the sight of the spirit. He simply spoke. "Pharel A'Ruin... father.. Do you know me, after all these years? Do you know my name?"
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 24, 2007 13:13:59 GMT -5
Yes it is... Garrick recognizes him at the very least, therefore my summoning has been successful. " Stripetail replied. "Pharel, your sons have many questions to ask of you...concerning the fate of your daughter Mara.' The spirit turned and in the eye sockets there appeared what looked to be a mixture of anger and shame.
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Post by Gyre on Mar 25, 2007 23:57:30 GMT -5
Breaking the stillness for teh first time, Garrick started to walk towards Pharel, and gently touched Stripetail on the shoulder as he passed. His voice was husky. "Thank you, Seer.. we won't be long..." Pharel's gohstly form reached out to touch his eldest son on the cheek as he approached, but his lucid paw simply rippled Garricks thick fur like a strong breeze. Garrick closed his eyes, and gently removed his father's paw, though they couldn't quite touch. The large wolf looked the spirit in the face, and smiled sadly. "The A'Ruin is falling to pieces before my eyes father.. This is all beyond me." His shoulders sank, "I cannot fight this with a blade, and that is all I know." Garrick waved a paw at Haydn, who stayed back a few paces, watching intently. "Young Haydn has been on a harowing journy, I can see it in his eyes," Garricks glanced at his sibling, who shyed away, his eyes downcast. "He's been victimized by Mara... and still has no hate in him. Mara is so lost father.." For a moment, the spirit of Pharel A'Ruin gazed at the creatures around him. There was a crackling electricity in his precence.. But, Garrick remembered, it had been that way when he lived also.
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 30, 2007 14:25:44 GMT -5
Stripetail was quiet as Garrick talked to Pharel. By tradition he remained quiet until the sprit spoke, at which point, he would respond.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 9, 2007 21:22:41 GMT -5
"Garrick," Pharel began, after a long pause, "Please, don't give up on Mara. You're baby sister, my sweet Mara... she has emense power... I would not hesitate in saying she is the strongest of you, with an ambition that could move mountains." The ghostly wolf moved his paw towards Garrick, and left a surreal trail of warped light. "It is her weakness, her fear of failing the A'Run, and being lost in history.. She dose not want our name to be a fleeting thing.. It is carved in stone, in my grave, in your mother's, but stone erodes Garrick... Flesh, and blood rot away and the only thing that is left are the tales and stories. Mara A'Run wants to be a legend, in life or death." Pharel's form began to flicker, like a candle flame running out of wick. Hayden stepped forward and said nothing, but reached out towards the image f his father. Pharel stroked the young wolf's cheek, but thte image was growing thin. The young wolf could see the clouds and blue sky through his father's chest. Garrick looked to Stripetail.
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Post by LordStripetail on Apr 11, 2007 14:15:44 GMT -5
often times when sumnmoned, The spirit does not stay long..." Stripetail said. "it varies frm spirit to spirit, but the longest a spirit has lingered at a summoning I've done is 15 minutes." He turned to Phare. " Your daughter Pharel, is tettering on the brink, her soul is slowly being devoured by her powers and her warped use of them." The fading spirit looked at him, and spoke. His voice was faint now, and a note of desperation could be detected in them.
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