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Where It All Began (Story)

———————————————————————————————————— | [b][i]”Well, after all our time spent traveling we’ve decided to return home. I just hope that Kendall’s ok. Nightshade told me that the scales have been imbalanced since he was dead. That means that something went wrong with the continuum. I’ll have to check with Caroline in order to confirm it.” ~ Ł[/b][/i] | ———————————————————————————————————— | [i]The Return[/i] | ———————————————————————————————————— | {|}London, 1987{|} | Luxcious’ shuttle landed on the runway with little to no issues. Both him and Silas walked out of the ship and into London. The area was extremely different compared to when they first arrived. The London Eye was finally built, and everything else had increased. Silas called a taxi and the two of them went of towards Luxcious’ house. Barichi and Nightshade were already there as they had departed sooner than Luxcious and Silas. | The two of them exited the taxi and arrived at the steps to Luxcious’ house. Nightshade was waiting on the sidewalk, whilst Barichi sat on the steps. | Nightshade: “Good afternoon.” | Luxcious: “Same to you.” | Silas: “Should we not head inside?” | Nightshade: “Indeed we shall.” | The house had been rebuilt in the years following its destruction. Everything that was originally inside of the house was kept. Secret passageways were added all about the place. The original feel of the house was preserved, and the Magic also remained. The only rooms not destroyed in the fire were the meditation chamber and the basement. The four of them arrived in the foyer and had a look around. Almost nothing had changed, except the carpet, it was now a bright red color. | ———————————————————————————————————— | [i]Truth Given Form And Focus[/i] | ———————————————————————————————————— | The four scoured the house for information. They found nothing, the secret halls were filled with nothing. The meditation room offered no help, nothing to guide them. The basement door was the only place left for them to check. They descended the stairs of the basement until they reached the bottom. The basement hadn’t been entered in over a century and thus was full of cobwebs. Silas continuously told the others how he hated spiders. Luckily for him there were no spider to be found. | Nightshade: “There’s something up ahead, and it sounds all too familiar. I suggest you arm yourselves.” | The four of them drew their weapons and continued downwards. A multitude of chanting could be heard from father down. Once they reached the bottom of the basement they were greeted by a ritual circle. Kendall was standing in the center of it in front of a mirror. | Kendall: “So, you finally came back, I figured as much.” | ———————————————————————————————————— | [spoiler] THE RP: | Goal: Find Luxcious’ house and help stop the ritual | Gear: Everything You have | Location: Wherever the heck you currently are | [/spoiler] | ————————————————————————————————————

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  • The metal being appears into existence on one of London’s back streets. “Great, more messing with time.” He groans, wincing from the pain of the forced merge of himself and his blade’s minds.

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    • [spoiler]sup nerd. [/spoiler] I walk up, “Can I start the Great Fire of London?”

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      • [spoiler]what does RP stand for?[/spoiler]

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        • [i]The year was 1987, I was in London as an aide to a friend of mine. At least that’s what I claimed, in reality I was on a foolhardy crusade against some magics which I called lesser, and evil. I was a foolish cryomancer using enchanted gear as a crutch for my rather weak spells. I was looking for some trouble to get into when I came across a house. It had that troubling aura that told me I was gonna be involved one way or another, so I went inside.[/i] [spoiler]Woo, young Abraham time.[/spoiler]

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