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[i]I appear outside the cave, with my Daemon visage on, my usual ruby red skin, ember filled black hair, and two large black feathery wings, my eyes ablazed as always. I take Clarent off of my back, and enter the cave, igniting the sword in my left hand.[/i]
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[i]As you enter the cave you feel a weight of suppression as if a curse or spell lays upon the tunnels you transverse. As you move down these tunnels, it seems to get hotter.[/i] [u]Silent eyes are watching...[/u]
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[i]"Clarent? Watch my back." /Why?\ "I told you to." The Sword of Power decides to keep it's eyes out all around me, as I continue deeper, oblivious to the heat. [/i]
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[i]The tunnel narrows to the point where it’s a narrow slant. Ruddy mist lays upon the ground as the darkness seems to hunger for the light of your blade... [/i]
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[i]I laugh, and send a few tendrils of Null after the hungry fog,[/i] "Can't have my blade little ones."
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Edited by WiErDScIeNcE11: 12/26/2020 11:00:22 PM[i]As you extend your tenderlas at the fog, they dissipate and a slight chuckle can be heard[/i] “Similar but not the same... an echo but not a voice...” [i]The narrow cave opens back up, the mist dies down and a cold takes over the cave...[/i]
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[i]I laugh, and keep my flames hot. /I'm glad I picked you. You're scary.\ The other sword on my back speaks as I pull it out of it's sheath, a long black blade, glowing faintly with a white outline. She speaks with a Russian accent, "Once you accept they are all crazy Clarent, the less you'll be surprised." I continue on my way into the cave.[/i]
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[i]As you continue, the cave oppression grows. Your movements are slowed and you hear whispers in which you cannot understand [/i]
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[spoiler]What is the language just curious? I want to know if Keria would know it or not. She's one of Sylver's folk.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]If it was louder you might be able to understand but at the moment it makes no sense both in speech and sound...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ahhhhh ok.[/spoiler] [i]I continue into the cave, rather annoyed I'm getting a damper on my powers.[/i]
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[i]There’s a loud shrieking that’s piercing as you slip into a well of black viscous fluid...[/i]
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[i]I explode into hellfire, rather annoyed as I notice it's the Deep. I continue on.[/i]
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[i]”To fast to judge and to quick to remember...” Your blast shows light on a arena floor. Around you is an empty stadium and your stuck in a caged arena[/i]
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"Perfect. I missed a good Arena fight." [i]I grin, my body still ablaze as my Grey lace-like robe melts into a black leather jacket, and pants, with a white t-shirt beneath. I grin maliciously as I wait for anything to happen, and I casually spin Clarent's short form in my left hand and Challenger's in my right.[/i] [spoiler]Here is Challenger's file. Challenger’s Mark [quote]The [i]Challenger’s Mark[/i] is an elegant, black-bladed sword made from Abyssialite. It’s main enchantment is to apply immense pressure to the space around the blade, effectively pulverizing anything it passes. It does, of course, hold the usual marks of Sylver’s work: It cannot be lost, will never dull, and will never break. Personality:Challenger’s when spoken to, will respond in a female Russian accent, on the rare occasions it speaks.[/quote] [/spoiler]
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https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/257954285/0/0/1
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I got it. Fanks.
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[spoiler] Look for a new response section, you and Izu’s adventures are merging...[/spoiler]
