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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    I’ll burn this whole city down; Tessla, Chamber diplomats, any
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    i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell


    The air in Beqanna had recently become electric. It held a certain static like quality, something that could almost be seen and was certainly felt. The black general had heard rumors that Carnage had made his way down from the stars and was walking amongst them once more, and that could never end in anything good. Within their borders were not only a stolen Tundra man but a stolen prince besides. Gryffen had certainly been busy, and Warship knew he was thriving on the unrest. All the better. Too long the Chamber had been quiet and dormant, and now it seemed they were starting to rear their heads once more.

    Autumn was quickly approaching, the air crisp and the leaves vibrant. The black general didn’t mind fall, except that it was a promise of winter to come and winter was the least favorite of his seasons. Old bones didn’t agree with cold temperatures, and it certainly got cold in his home. Already the nights were dipping into the freezing area, and he found himself lurking in the relative comfort of the pine trees at night. When the sun rose he prowled the borders, slinking like a panther skirting the edges.

    He is prowling that border when a foreign scent plays on the wind. Its is exotic and wild, and he knows immediately that it belongs to the Amazons. Swishing his tail he heads in the visitors direction, trotting easily down the paths he knows so well. It doesn’t take him long to reach the mare, and he notes quickly the convenient cloud placed directly over her head. Everyone these days had some kind of trick up their sleeves, or so it would seem. He comes to a halt, inclining his horned head in her direction. Swishing his tail across his hocks, he cocks a hind leg, resting easily as he looks her over. He isn’t being rude, merely curious. “Welcome to the Chamber.” he says easily, rolling his shoulders slightly. “What brings a visitor from the Amazons here?” Perhaps he should say more, offer something. But he is no diplomat, just someone who happened to be in the right place at the right time.



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    RE: I’ll burn this whole city down; Tessla, Chamber diplomats, any - by Warship - 09-17-2015, 06:59 PM



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