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Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Zyrphath on February 24, 2018, 04:43:25 AM »
Click (don't copy&paste) the link in the second post.
The Knowledgebase / Re: Text Formatting and Other Aesthetics
« Last post by Wenessanut on February 13, 2018, 08:40:55 AM »
Thank you very much for the guides, it was very helpful to me. It helped me a lot.
Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Wenessanut on February 13, 2018, 08:39:59 AM »
I was like you, I could not reach them. How do I get back to the data?
Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Zyrphath on November 04, 2017, 12:00:34 PM »
Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Zyrphath on November 03, 2017, 04:21:37 PM »
I'm on it, but it's hard to fix when I don't know what is wrong ???
Tech Support / Re: Old Board Inaccessible
« Last post by Yvel on November 03, 2017, 10:07:00 AM »
It's still dead! D:<
Questions & Answers / Re: Opposite of hidden...?
« Last post by Zyrphath on October 23, 2017, 09:05:10 PM »
What do you mean?
Questions & Answers / Re: Opposite of hidden...?
« Last post by Arissara on October 23, 2017, 10:59:12 AM »
How can we see this?
The Gate / Re: Kisa
« Last post by Arissara on October 23, 2017, 10:56:27 AM »
A player with a very high ability.
The Southlands / Re: Due Payment
« Last post by Harmen on October 11, 2017, 08:41:30 AM »
Baron pulled Harmen down hard, smashing his face into the wooden shindles beneath him. The teenager’s vision went dark for an instant, and his face felt ragged and torn. Lying on the ground, he began to taste and smell copper as his injuries wept blood. Several heartbeats passed, and then he felt the frame of the building shudder as something took thunderous steps toward him.
He was barely conscious when he decided to roll down the roof, carrying himself nearly to the edge. The footsteps were uneven, and drew closer along with sporadic sounds of crumbling wood. Harmen looked up through his one good eye and saw the blurry outline of a hulking form silhouetted against the fire. At that moment, Harmens mind waged a battle between the version of him that was fighting his enemy and the profound fatigue in his limbs. That monster, one that took everything from him, was going to be his end.

Despite the fire, he felt cold.

“You have ruined everything!” Baron yelled, the edges of tears on his voice. Harmen couldn’t pick out his face through his blurred vision and the shadows, but he saw the muscles on the top of Baron’s head tense and relax as though he were clenching his teeth. Moments passed, and Harmen used the time to reposition his legs under him. Baron’s chest heaved with his breath. There was the smell of burnt meat.

“I have,” thought Harmen. He could have been at peace, mourning the loss of his family, but he had rejected that life. He had risked so much, even the lives of others, so that he could have his revenge. The could just lie there, and go to sleep. But the anger at his own loss and the violence done to helpless people came flooding back into him. He felt the tingling resolve of yet more adrenaline shoring up his body for the seconds to come. He was terrified, but that fear would not hold him back.

“I was meant to be immortal!”

Mid-sentence, Baron threw himself at Harmen, arms outstretched, but Harmen was already prepared. He felt the weight shift under him, and immediately pushed off the roof to send him sharply sideways. Still smoking from his burns, Baron flew screaming off of the roof onto the ground with a heavy thud.

Harmen rose from his landing spot, nursing a bump on his head from colliding with the railing of the balcony from which Baron had delivered his speech. His limbs felt heavy, and his right eye still refused to open, but he didn’t allow himself time to rest. The fire had continued to build inside, and some of the larger columns had caught. Flames were beginning to reach out onto the roof and devour the structure.

Teenager limped on his good leg towards the doorway on the balcony, determined to find some piece of burning debris to heap on Baron’s head. He must have been injured in the fall or he would have been shouting his rage like he was before.

But on the heels of that thought, came a firm hand on his shoulder.

“This has gone on for long enough.” Baron said, and with that he grabbed Harmen with both hands and hurled him into the debris on the street.

Splinters rained from the sky and one of Harmen’s gaulet’s landed far away, torn from his hand with the force of the impact. The fire continued to burn, cracking the wooden pillars inside like the bones of Harmen’s broken body.

“It is time you returned to your family.”
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