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Post by DEATH97 on Sept 25, 2006 12:58:43 GMT -5
Ya got skillz Dagoth. your dedication excels to your work and the guild. We are lucky to have you with us.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 25, 2006 14:43:17 GMT -5
Thanks!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 25, 2006 15:09:56 GMT -5
" master, look, the crates from the ship have floated up stream!" " Ahh, yes, check them for anything useful." The argonians eagerly rushed down the slope, on to the sand, and then tearing the crates apart. Sijar found a silver dagger, and a set of laether armor." Perfect" he growled. The other 2 warriors, faratha and olajiss, found leather as well, but one found a fine iron mace, and one found a spear. " Very good, we have what we need now, but what about me...." Suddenly, a bandit dressed in a dark chainmail armor bursted out of the bushes behind Jarathe. " ahh, feeding time my brothers." The group of argonians craved the taste of blood, for they have not fed in 7 days. The bandit skitted to a halt, as he noticed the savage argonians mustering there way to him. " What manner of creatures are you demons!" the imperial bandit yelled. The argonians only laughed at the qusetion, as it passed without much thought through there head. The bandit stumbled to run away from the beasts, but didn't make it far. Faratha, was the first to strike. His claws whistled through the air, on a collision course with the bandit. Tearing off a chunk of his cheek, he screamed in agony, and blood started spewing out. "Fool, this is but a taste of your races fate!"Jarathe said, laughing.
Olajiss, came up second, side stepping, going in a kneeling position, then turned 360 degrees, claws extended. The impact hit the bandits leg, tearing off his skin, revealing the blood and flesh inside.Sijar leaped to the hunk of flesh revealed, tearing it a away, chewing it. Jarathe closed in on his head, tearing off his scalp, exposing his brain. The bandit immediatley died, but the feast was still young.
After the feast, there hunger was tainted, and all that remained of the bandit was a pool of blood, and bones. The armor was strapped now on a new owner. Jarathe. As well as an ebony shortsword. "Now, to the imerial city!"
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Post by Maliku on Sept 30, 2006 11:48:29 GMT -5
I need more!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 30, 2006 11:55:14 GMT -5
More story? i haven't really focused on this story in a while, but it will come, trust me.
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Post by Maliku on Sept 30, 2006 12:13:53 GMT -5
Yeah, I like it.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 30, 2006 12:26:16 GMT -5
The argonians gazed upon the walls of the imperial city, as they walked across the main bridge. They shoved they're way across, through the filth of civilization. Arriving at the gate, they stumbled across an imperial watchmen. They exchanged glares and nasty lokks. " the only good imperial is a dead one" ojajis muttered under his breath. They entered. Walking on the cobblestones, they fell uneasy. They had never set foot in the Imperial city. They looked unfit, walking in the most brilliant city was a group of nasty savage beasts. Jarathe liked it. They stayed near each other, people stopping and stepping out of the way to avoid contact. The Veyonds moved to a nearby alley, noticing a hatch leading underground. Jatarhe motioned for them to open it. The sewers would serve as they're base of operations for the coming days. He looked up at white-gold one last time, cursed at the monument, and spat om the stines below him, then entered into the dark undertunnels.
The only problems were a few mudcrabs , and rats, which served as their supper. Eventually, they came acroos anm open area, with a crackilng fire, smashed crates piled on yhe side. To the right was a stairs leading up to the green emperors way district. A bandit sat uncomfotably on a stool, eating rat meat. Jarathe moved behind him, extendidng his neck only to bite his. He clamped his jaws together on his neck, causig holesto punture his flesh. Blood down his neck, and throat, into his lungs. He started to puke blood, desperatley trying to escape the Veyonds grasp. The bandit slumped back into Jarathes chest. Disgusted at the bandit, he threw him into the narby sewer- stream. " Home away from home" Jarathe announced. Now, settle in. This is your knew home."
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Post by Maliku on Sept 30, 2006 12:53:59 GMT -5
I loved it.
I also noticed a few spellings errors, if you need a proofreader give me a PM.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 30, 2006 12:59:02 GMT -5
K. Will do.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 2, 2006 19:50:59 GMT -5
keep em comin dagoth, I enjoy this story, its differen't, but in a good way.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 3, 2006 18:50:14 GMT -5
Yeah, i like different.I have a lot of crap goin on in the real world, so im sorry i haven't got on much. I will be on a lot over the weekends though. Also, we need some cheesy motto for our guild. ) no BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! is not a choice, as well as XD and Muahahahahah!) so that really narrows it down. I'll try to get on tom. I also dont think ill have enough time to submit my story into the comp, so yall got a chance now ( ). I will try to find time tom.. And, i now i just got on, but there is some more crap i must attend to. Goodnight dudes!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 8, 2006 18:57:54 GMT -5
Who here wants me to continue this story?
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Post by dogonda on Oct 8, 2006 18:59:04 GMT -5
I do
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Post by Maliku on Oct 8, 2006 19:13:23 GMT -5
Me
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 9, 2006 12:43:00 GMT -5
Honestly?
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