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[VII]

Δ GALLANT WRATH'S FALL

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In a vast forest far from civilization, one can only wonder what kind of mysterious beings creep through this perpetual darkness. Wandering spirits linger here, many adventurers have lost their lives to the darkness hiding behind the thick forests' veil. Fireflies circle about through the many trees, but pose no help or threat to anyone foolish enough to venture the area. The full moon may be your only guiding light through the weaving paths that slither throughout this cruel wilderness, but that alone is never enough to save you from the evil who dwells here.

[VII]

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[atrb=valign,top][style=width: 380px; border: 4px solid #; background: #2d2d2d; align: center; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #a5a5a5; padding: 10px; overflow: auto] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - GATING IN: Δ GALLANT WRATH'S FALL N O W _ L O A D I N G . . . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Some people are just a little.. strange. Not all of them really need a reason for what they do or think, and most of their actions never hold any purpose. Sometimes there is evil simply for the sake of evil. Sometimes, there can be someone who exists just beyond the edge of reasonable explanation. Once in a rare while, the strong allowed themselves to break; the mentally controlled would just let themselves go. There was no reason or rhyme, no explanation or answers to be found today. Maybe it was just 'another one of those days' for any player, something bad going on and the person themselves just venting through a little healthy combat. This could have been the case, sure, but who's to say this was true or false? In the online world, people could try and pretend to be something they're not, so how would personal matters really come to light between two people or a group of friends? VII himself wasn't the most social of people; playing renegade and venturing solo in almost every occasion. Days much like today, for instance. A dark-haired, wild-looking young man gated into the middle of this dark and humming forest, welcomed only by the warm glow of glittering fireflies whizzing around his PC as the field around him finished materializing. The blademaster stood silently by, his blood-red eyes opening as the field around him came into focus. Everything held a dim-blue eerie glow from the shimmering moonlight overhead, meanwhile the short loop of crickets began it's cycle and kept the realistic atmosphere alive. Despite the calming appearance of the forest around him, the swordsman's expression failed to waiver from it's neutral state. He stared around him for moments, kicking off the simulated dust beneath his feet as he began walking down the dirt path stretching off into the darkness. The clinking following each step from his armor seemed like it was almost annoying him, and it could have been strange for this reason alone that he took off running into the forest. Why was he in such a hurry? Why did he seem so anxious? As the blademaster took off running, out in the distance of the woods the yellow glimmer of a monster portal came into view with each passing step. The boy's eyes narrowed, his expression colder, as he raced off with his sheathed sword still in-hand. The hunter was on the prowl tonight. _________________________________________________________________ Words: 399 Notes: OMG 399 WORDS AGAIN KDJHJWKDHWJKDB D< [/style]

[GRAPEVINE]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;] grapevine had become fully invested in enjoying this almost entirely forested area. there was something about how it managed to be both breathtakingly beautiful and startlingly eerie, all at the same time. it gave the impression that someone -- something, more likely -- was just watching and waiting. preying on the particularly unsuspecting individual who would have created an easy target out of his or herself by simply not having an attentive eye. it seemed like it was very easy to find one's self ambushed in this area. there were many places for enemies to hide, yet not many places one could run away to. the rumor-spreading ax wielder did not fear the labyrinth of trees ahead, however. rather, they were almost symbolic to the character; often times one needed to delve into the unknown to find the most intriguing tales -- to find the strangest stories. one would never get anywhere in grapevine's line of work without having a lot of courage stored within their being. a level count was something that could be changed; a backbone, however, was something that was hard to gain if one didn't own it naturally. being more of a casual type, grapevine didn't really take off through the forest in a "mad dash" of sorts; rather, the gossip explored the area as though they were on a stroll. a very nonchalant air oozed from the character's pores -- grapevine honestly just was not in any hurry. .. that is, until a blade master came charging past the talkative enigma with an almost overwhelming amount of zeal, determination, and.. perhaps a dangerous thirst for blood? none of these were anything grapevine had not witnessed before -- however, intrigue still filled their being. with a curious gaze and a beating heart, grapevine went to catch up with the swordsman. luckily the journalist didn't need to worry about being outrun; there was a monster portal nearby and grapevine had already deemed that this was the immediate target. the purple-haired inquirer wondered if they should actually participate in the blade user's battle; it seemed as though it would have been more fun to watch. WORDS! i can't do numbers TAGS! sevenn. 8] NOTES! ;o; [/style]

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[VII]

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[atrb=valign,top][style=width: 380px; border: 4px solid #; background: #2d2d2d; align: center; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; color: #a5a5a5; padding: 10px; overflow: auto]Quickly approaching the glowing yellow monster gate, a loud 'shing!' sound erupted through the sky; the gate then triggered. The twirling golden rings quickly flipped out of control then shattered like glass, fading away and leaving the darkness to encompass the monster that spawned."Hmmph," The dark-haired blademaster raised his clawed gauntlet and pointed in the distance towards the creature, in a stance that almost cried for battle. "Give me a good fight, rock man." A wicked grunt erupted from the beast, a tall hovering rock formation monster called "Rock Head". Upon discovering the young swordsman who had summoned it to the field, the beast let out another rumbling growl as it's body set into motion. The monster began it's charge; it's two hovering 'arms' swinging violently clockwise in a futile attempt to swat the player away like a fly. The player quickly leapt to the side of the monster's range, narrowly avoiding his blow but quickly having another swing. VII backed away again, barely making it past the beast's powerful swipes before the he dive-rolled a few paces away. VII quickly got to his feet, drawing his sword from it's sheath and charging to the monster head-on. 'slash, slash, clang, stab!' VII hacked away quickly at the beast, dealing fair damage but then being smacked away in return. Growling to himself, the blademaster paused to watch the rock head's slow advance, the air around him shimmering gold then as it cast a quick spell. Before making an escape in time, the ground beneath VII broke away to huge stone pillars slamming his character and dropping back into the earth leaving a huge chunck of the player's health now missing. "Damn," VII growled, backing down from the beast to try and avoid another Gan Zot spell being cast over him. Close to a third of his health was chopped down after that attack, leaving him in a dire situation if he faced being defeated. This monster was standing 4 levels higher than himself, tougher than the player had originally hoped for. Annoyed enough by the idea of possibly being defeated by this stupid pixelated fighting AI called a 'rock head', the young man could do nothing but snarl quietly into his mic as he tried to decide if he should run or have another spout with the advancing monster. _________________________________________________________________ Words: 384 [/style]