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Marcurious
Marcurious yelped as she thrust a sword at his chest, but to his surprise he did not collapse and die a horrible death. Instead, the sword didn’t cut him at all. Well that was unexpected.
“And why isn’t Andromeda a place?” he looked at her warily. “How do you know? I assure you, it is a place. Explain yourself, before I shapeshift back into a dragon!”
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Rigere.
Without flinching, Rigere calmly grabbed the knife at her neck with her unprotected hand. No blood came from her fist. There was a sound of cracking ice as she said coldly,
“I am immortal, Fool! And as for you!” Rigere turned to the king. “You are about to be mortal, if you are not already, if you don’t explain yourself!”
"You need French Toast."
Help! I don’t remember the king’s name!
"You need French Toast."
Nevermind, it’s Koshtin and it’s the land of Gilgan
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Dlek
Dlek slowly backed away as things threatened to get ugly again.
What am I even doing here?
He didn’t know where he was, nor did he particularly care. He didn’t have any desire to return home, so he stood there waiting for the situation to calm down so everything could be explained.
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Koshtin stood from his throne, his eyes gleaming with glee.
“You were chosen well! Welcome to Gilgan, I hope you enjoy your star, because you will not leave until I say you do.” He smiled evilly.
Koshtin wouldn’t have let them actually kill each other, at least not all of them, if one couldn’t survive, he didn’t belong. @savannah_grace2009 I think Fracture would have died!
Koshtin was going to test them, but they did it for him.
Btw his palace and he are fireproof thinks to Black Sky. (My excuse I made up on the spot for not being here to rp him stopping the flames.)
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Zash
“What do you want from me?” Zash demanded. “You better have something to offer, or else you’ll wish I wasn’t here.”
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“You’re not the one making threats here.” The growled, “You’re dead the moment I decide you are.” She stabbed the spiritual blade into the wall. It shifted back into the physical realm, and left a sword-shaped hole as she pulled it out. “Understood?” She lowered the blade, though she didn’t sheathe it. “If Andromeda is a place, how has no one heard of it? If it’s a place, why has no one discovered its existence? Twelve planets. There can be no more.”
Someone spoke from the throne room. Vethe stepped around Marcurious. The man in the throne had risen to his feet. I guess if I want answers… Vethe slipped quietly into the room.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Koshtin
Koshtin smiled again, stepping down from his throne, he formed images of black vapor before their eyes, narrated a story,
“Once Black Sky, king and god of all, ruled this great planet. Everything was harmony, no wars began, everyone was provided for. But then there was a rebellion, and now our countries are split, between those loyal, and those who’s ancestors rebelled. One of these rebels are the Lillenings, our neighbors. Black Sky has them in his grip, but now they have hired warriors, great warriors, to kill the guardians Black Sky has set. You are to stop them, your reward, you have Black Sky’s favor, you get to go home, and I shall pay you handsomely in the metal you call gold. All you have to do is cause havoc, chaos and kill among the warriors and even Lillening if it pleases the Great Plan of Black Sky! And, as I have seen, you already do that quite well. Follow your feeling, your nature, and you shall be rewarded.”
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Marcurious
“I’m not the one making threats?” Marcurious raised an eyebrow. “Seems to me I just did. Why would I lie about my race? What reason do I have? If you don’t believe me, that’s fine, but just because you don’t believe me doesn’t make it a lie. That’s a matter of opinion. Seems to me we have bigger problems than arguing about whether or not I’m from Andromeda. I happen to know there’s a lot more than only twelve planets; there are universes that you have never seen.”
And then the figure on the throne stood up and began to speak.
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He would’ve, lol. Good thing he’s not in this RP!
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Vethe looked back at Marcurious. “There are twelve planets.” She repeated, “And the reasons of liars are beyond me. Andromeda is not a place, so you are a liar or you are insane.”
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Zash
“Very well,” Zash said to the king. “I do not care about causes, but if there’s killing involved…count me in!”
Dlek
Dlek stared at the king in confusion. It seemed to him painfully obvious that it was the king and not these “Lillenings” who was in the wrong. Not that he cared.
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