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Post by Sol on Apr 21, 2014 22:40:58 GMT
Ziren RhizaeVs. -- Judge: Solar -- Setting can be requested by a judge -- First post goes to Ziren -- Let's try not to get any timeouts, alright!? 
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Post by Alchemist on Apr 25, 2014 23:22:06 GMT
The Alchemist had become thoroughly disappointed with the current series of events. A frown creased her almost non-existent lips.
The enemy was not present… and Ziren hated museums. Something about them was potentially irritating to her. Maybe it was the dusty old paintings and sculptures that the city of Syirith claimed to be ancient relics of an older time. It could have been the swarm of people, excited for all the wrong reasons, the combative antics, or even the smell of old people.
Whatever it was, it was irritating the shit out of her.
She took a moment to gaze nonchalantly at the artwork that lined the walls, inhaling a deep gulp of water; another irritating thing about the cities of Syirith – most of them were below ground level.
Many precautions needed to be taken before her descent into Osceaux by wind current. Casting a spell on her body that would allow her to breathe in the waters of the Archaic Sea, another cast to handle the change of density below, the clear mind to politely decline merchants eager for the Prizes that lined her pockets, all of it was too much for her opponent to not show himself.
She was about to round the pearly white hallway to observe more of the works, but her feet were sealed to the floor after crossing paths with one portrait in particular…
It was magnificent. The coloring and despair of the piece drew her in. Her long, bony fingers caressed the painted and stained glass, yellow eyes wide with awe. The peacefully sleeping woman in the portrait captivated her with such ferocity, if she had a heart it would ache. She needed it. It would be hers.
“And if you look on this wall,” The tour guide continued confidently, as if he’d been around the corridors a thousand times. “You will see a stained glass portrait from Marl DaVoncia, a famous Arcanian artist from before our time!”
The crowd murmured curiously, but the atmosphere among them had changed. The tour guide brushed his scale nervously and looked about the group, tail moving like a pendulum to keep him balance. “Is something the matter…?”
An old merman with a walking stick (ironically), waved his cane angrily. “Is this some kind of joke? Is the shit invisible?”
In complete terror, the tourist whipped around and swore, looking for the National Museum Guard.
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Post by Sol on Apr 28, 2014 1:15:54 GMT
Ziren Proceeds to the Special Finale round!
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