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Post by Luvz To Roleplay on Jan 26, 2008 12:03:19 GMT -5
An old man, packed in thick clothing, traveled trough Ularian Ridge. the cold wind seemed to even chill the bone but the old man wasn't even shaking a small bit. On his back the old man, named Nazam, was carrying two giant flails. who seemed to be made or a giant. When the sun seemed to set Nazam slowed down. A sigh escaped from his mouth. "So close by yet so far away." His old hand touched the rocky ground, almost like he was trying to sense something. Then Nazam started to put up his camp. Soon a small fire spread a soothing warmth and the old man rested his ancient bones, while staring into the flames.
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Post by Omio on Jan 26, 2008 12:14:13 GMT -5
An old man was travelling. One he had seen a few times in the past, and one that knew how to keep confidential metters with ease. Hwoever, he couldn't approach him yet - the night wasn't dark enough, and darkness was a tool that he used the most, for he was well-hidden only during that time. Instead, all he could do was wait for the time to go on by, and then approach with his voice. Obviously, Ipsen was bored, and had naught better to do than to watch as time went by, and by. The power of it was still within grasp, but he knew better than to waste energy using the threads of time, or plucking at them for that matter. All he could do was wait...
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Post by Luvz To Roleplay on Jan 26, 2008 12:30:46 GMT -5
The cold wind blew across the ridge. The whisteling of the blowing breeze created a ghastly melodie that echoed trough the barren area. The flames were dancing, trying to keep burning and keep its master warm. Soon as darkness started to envelop the land, the campfire of Nazam was the only thing that could be seen in miles away. Altough the old man knew he was alone, he could feel something. Someone was watching him, his obsidian core could sense the magical energies. Probably was the stalker waiting for the darkness. Nazam shrugged it off and softly laid down.
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Post by Omio on Jan 26, 2008 12:41:28 GMT -5
Not yet... wait... a few seconds went by, and his thoughts hit him with a pang. Now. He then walked towards the old man he knew as Azram. "We meet once again." His black cloak hid him perfectly with the night-time, and his voice was barely detectable, because it sounded like it was coming from above, thanks to the trees. "Nazam, I do know you search for youth once again, yet you don't know that I can give it to you." He was using the past to his advantage here, and he was using boredom to support his will, and pity to fuel his words. He also put the fact of age as a sinker to possibly enhance the effect of toying with magic. Besides, he needed practice. What he didn't say was that there was a price to youth. The price wasn't a direct thing, but rather gradual. It wasn't money or a favour, but the having to cope with re-gained youth.
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Post by Luvz To Roleplay on Jan 26, 2008 12:47:07 GMT -5
The old man opened one eye and looked at the new arrival. Slowly he sat up and swiped some dust of his clothes. "Pardon me sir but i believe you are mistaken. I'm not looking for youth. Just travelling trough." A friendly smile played on the old man's lips. "If you are tired, please sit down by the campfire" Nazam said with an inviting voice. He reckognized the magical energies and then the old obsidian knew that this one was the stalker. "Pardon me sir. Forgive me if i am mistaken but i don't think we have met before. Altough it seems quite odd you know my name."
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Post by Omio on Feb 2, 2008 10:23:56 GMT -5
"...The threads of time have shown your likeness quite a few times, though you haven't seen me, nor will you." He wasn't tired, really. He was more of bored than anything. He had his locationd for sleeping, and one was close to a mile from here. He gave a pause, then spoke again, though a litle more quietly, and as if to himself. "And it seems I have mistook the years once again..." Now his actual self in terms to traits began to show. If one didn't catch this, Ipsen was old. Quite old. However, with his efficency in time magics, he can tip age to his favour, and anyone else - failing to mention speed, sloth and the like. He was searching for one last spell. The godsend spell. The one that could stop all time and existance. It was known to the ancients as Armageddon, and it was rumored to be discovered among this age, though its precise location was lost.
Now he had to cover up what he said by going a different direction with it. He realized about 3 seconds after talking to himself that his name was not revealed - though revealing it could be a risk. "Speak naught about me, but know me. I am Ipsen."
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Post by Luvz To Roleplay on Feb 3, 2008 13:48:58 GMT -5
Nazam smiled. His friendly eyes looked around for Ipsen for a moment and then back at the fire. "You are one strange person." He chuckled lightly. Next to the old man were two giant flails lying. Both the size of the old man's body. "No need to introduce myself because it appears you already know me." Nazam looked friendly at Ipsen." It is a rather absurd idea. Looking for youth." Nazam slightly shook his head. "Ideas like that come from people that are afraid of dying." The old man shrugged. "Why don't you come here? So i can see you."
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Post by Omio on Feb 20, 2008 9:49:45 GMT -5
Ah, so this one is not scared of the threads of time at all... I may end up granting him more knowledge... If I come out, I may risk my secrecy, but I think this to be more then worth it. Who knows? This may be one whom knows of the Armegeddon. Once I have that spell, I will have absolute control over time.
"...I will only show myself with reason." Ipsen then decided to pry. "Why do you face your fate like you do? Surely, you must have a reason." If he refused, then he could add incentive. He was still hidden quite well, and even a passerby would walk on by even if that passerby was about 2 feet away.
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Post by Luvz To Roleplay on May 24, 2008 14:32:21 GMT -5
A feint smile curled at Nazam's lips. " I guess you shouldn't call it facing fate. I don't deny my fate nor do i struggle against it.'' The old man looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the person wich he was having a conversation with. " Instead of battling against that is pre-destined i let myself flow in the mystical streams. Accepting everything with open arms.'' Nazam then looked back into the fire, wich was still burning bright. "May i know why ask such strange questions? Atleast come here at the fire. I look like a crazy old fool when i talk to the darkness. Besides i bet its much warmer here then there in the cold night.''
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' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.