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4/28/2020 10:07:40 PM
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[i]A figure that looks exactly like Blaze but with bright red roses instead of eyes walks in and takes a seat at the bar.[/i]
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“My lord?”
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Edited by cinqueMento: 4/28/2020 10:46:55 PM"hlirgh ot ahororr'e? Son of a b ! tch you're alive!" [i]Exile embraces the cultist.[/i]
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“My lord, we thought you were already gone. I... I can describe this feeling.”
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"I know you can, but please, sit down." [i]Exile sits at a small back table and brings a chair for the Heretic.[/i]
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“My lord, we are in hiding, ready for your return. The books are being collected as we speak, and the ritual is on schedule.”
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"Very well. I cannot return, my end is near. But I will not stop the ceremony. Continue as planned."
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“But my lord... we need you!”
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"No, you don't. They shall grant you an overabundance of knowledge, so be content. I can see that, but beyond is... foggy."
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“But your foresight... without it, what shall we do?”
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"Do as you did before I arrived. Get the books, prepare the ceremony, and embrace your reward. There is nothing else."
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“My lord... I don’t want to let you go...” [i]The Heretic begins to shed tears as he realizes the fate of the last. [/i]
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"You were my best friend. And that is good enough." [i]Exile smiles, and leans back in his chair.[/i]
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[i]The Heretic stomps away, into the rain. His starry eyes are filled with tears, and he vanishes in a jolt of mystic energy. [/i]
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"You were... the best. Now to get that damned horn from Ring."
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Blaze walks up. “Hmm, who could this be? It’s obviously not me? Who else likes imitations and flowers....”
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[i]The figure speaks in a soft, quiet voice resembling whispering wind.[/i] "Why hewwo.... Bwaze... can I have a.... dwink?"
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“Yeah just don’t slurp it.” Blaze grabs the drink and hands it to you. “So you finally made that imitation, huh?”
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[i]The figure takes the drink, and gulps it down in a single swig. The form changes to a small boy in yellow robes, his eyes black and snake-like. His tone is upset and childish.[/i] "They kicked me out. Said I didn't have any potential use, especially since I've failed twice to erect a war-plant here. Oh yeah, I thought I could freak you out. But that's another failure to add to the list."
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“HAH! So you’re telling me the heads that are more fun to talk to kicked you out? How do you feel?”
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"NO." [i]His voice changes to that of a demon, and the ground shakes.[/i] "All the fun ones are gone. The -blam!- steed made sure of that. Your friend, the Deep-Mender? He called the nasty ones. The Great Old Ones. And they answered."
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“Okay one thing at a time. What the hell did Zbruh do? Been wondering what he’s been doing.”
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"He's followed that idiot god, Ravvyn. Passed beyond existence metaphysical bullshit. Give me another, I can't get inebriated, and they stole the Owo from me anyway."
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“Ravvyn seems pretty swell. I would have joined but that was before radio silence. How did that ‘get rid of all the fun ones’ though?” As Blaze says this, he hands another drink to Powy.
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"The name's Exile, you already knew that. All the "fun" one's like Luck, Pretense and Ego were subheads of Zbruh. As soon as he left, all of them disappeared with him. This does not include the White Witch or the Daughter of the Storm." [i]Exile drinks heavily, his body appearing quite frail at first, but on second glance is taught and coiled like a spring.[/i]
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“Okay, now for part two. You said Mender called the Great Old Ones? What, so you’re scared the people you’re a wannabe of are going to file for copyright?”
