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Post by Siegfried on Oct 31, 2006 14:12:28 GMT -5
"Now this is a training ground." Said Siegfried appreciativly. His old training ground had been a patch of dirt with a circle drawn around it. this was a vast terrain with several eco-systems depending on what portal one took to get here. Siegfried had chosen a small grove today. He had always loved the woods.
Siegfried's hands went down to his sides and slightly curled. First the only sign of something happening was the air rippling slightly. Soon a white light was curling around his hands. It looked like a mix between fire and wisps of smoke. there was no real heat or substance. Nor did it drain him as he was not actually casting anything but instead focusing his energies and working on chanelling them more easily. After all the easier magic was to use the more effective it was as well.
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Post by "The Priest" on Nov 1, 2006 16:15:34 GMT -5
As the man stood there, smoke and intagibility curling about him, another man walked in, strikingly tall, almost too tall.
Covered in a black jacket, with sashes around him, along with a brooding malevolence cast upon his shadowed face, he removed the sword from the totem he carried.
You've waited a while. I can see this. I shall be your first greatest opponent.
No offensive Magic. Defensive magic only. Understand?
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