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(cont.)

“She arrived at Governanti, wielding a thin bladed, black metal sword with no cross-guard.”
Whoa, what, how did I miss that? This whole time I did*’t know the blade had no cross-guard. It seems to be a straight shasqua. Afterwards, looming murder returns, but the wannabe-assassin is unsure of himself. The queen somewhat deciphers the situation.

A duel commences. I will mumble that, if you have a sword longer than your opponent’s, and you can't defeat him within seven seconds, you’re a bad swordsman.
Be sure to tell Balor I said he sucks!

After the duel, it seems no-one’s any better off than before.

Well, just seven more pieces to go! I hope everyone dies.

22-Oct-2014 02:26:18 - Last edited on 22-Oct-2014 02:27:14 by Azigarath

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Azigarath said :
Be sure to tell Balor I said he sucks!

Heh, welcome to the club. I've been on about Balor's overall mediocrity since day one. Balor is, in my opinion, the laughing stock of the story regardless of the situation he's in and his fictional misery brings joy to my callous heart. The earlier parts of the story when he was having a mental breakdown had me rolling on the floor like you wouldn't believe. Absolutely adorable.

~ Seph,
the World Guardian
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith

22-Oct-2014 07:26:26

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BAH, sleeplessness is a plague! Fairly late into the night, trying to sleep. When suddenly, thoughts run rampant! Anyway... uh, welcome back? I didn't know you had left, but I hope your trip went well!

"The first sentence of chapter 22 ends a bit weirdly, I think it needs a quick fix."

Really? Let me quickly skim...

...Yeah, it's a bit odd. Let me see what I can do about that. Not sure if that flows better, but I tried!


Yay! I took in what you had suggested, so I tried it a little there. Not sure how well I did, but... yeah.


"*blink* *blink* why are your chapters getting so long? D:"

I DON'T KNOW. I'll check the amount of characters and words I use at one point, be like, "Oh, okay." Then I'll start writing on the next scene, then check again after I'm done writing on it. All of the sudden, it bumps up by, like, five-thousand words. XD It's rinse and repeat, a vicious cycle!


"Ah, the French are within context of the story! They sure know how to get around."

It's the hairstyle! I really like the French Braid~ Well, I suppose I could go back and say that it's "banded together in a French Braid-esque ponytail."


"Gallows has a slight predicament. If I were him, I’d give the boy a knife and tell him to go kill the king."

He probably would end up getting a swift boot to the face.


DOORKNOB! ...That amused me more than it should've.


"Be sure to tell Balor I said he sucks!"

I suspect he secretly already knows it. :D


...I also suspect seven chapters is going to bump up to eight. Next chapter has several scenes, and with how things have been as of late, I wouldn't be at all surprised if another chapter gets added. xD

Anyway, thank you once more for your time and for reading! As always, it is much appreciated.

Sleeeeeeeeeeep... Must sleeeeeeeeeep...
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22-Oct-2014 08:56:39

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Seph said :
Azigarath said :
Be sure to tell Balor I said he sucks!

Heh, welcome to the club. I've been on about Balor's overall mediocrity since day one. Balor is, in my opinion, the laughing stock of the story regardless of the situation he's in and his fictional misery brings joy to my callous heart. The earlier parts of the story when he was having a mental breakdown had me rolling on the floor like you wouldn't believe. Absolutely adorable.

~ Seph,
the World Guardian


Wow, look at this guy, finding suffering to be so amusing and adorable. Much edgy.

Well, surely more is soon to come! Maybe~

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22-Oct-2014 09:07:37 - Last edited on 22-Oct-2014 17:28:00 by Serene End

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Well, this was probably the best exchange we had! I honestly didn't really know what to do so I acted randomly a few times. Living life to the full by being a little crazy.

I know sleeplessness very well. Come to the thought of it, I am often thinking of my stories, so much that maybe it's the reason why I can't sleep. Maybe that's why I dream more often than most people. My last dream was about aliens, odd, dimorphic crustacean-like creatures with an exterior shell-like but with gelatinous qualities, who could squish their limbs, head and eyes in and out, and their culture so shameless they had a tradition of copulation in public after ceremonies, graduation, holidays, etc, cheered on by media and crowds. It was really creepy, just as creepy when I was a kid and had dreams of being crushed by animate machinery.
(I think I'll post that on the SD *D)

Uh, anyways, shame on you Seph! Taking delight in suffering. Can you feel all that schadenfreude?

22-Oct-2014 18:29:09

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I don't know why, but there's few things that amuse me more than a well-played bit of randomness. It's a tad odd, but not many things can make me laugh. Most of today's "humor" doesn't make me budge (unless it's pun-making, which I enjoy perhaps a little too much for some reason) but references and randomness, albeit not randomness just to be so, makes me laugh everytime.

Being tired is particularly annoying when trying to do something that requires focus, like drawing. I'm not quite sure why I even bothered, but I've been in a bit of a drawing mood, so I tried my hand at some drawing. Needless to say that I ended up ragequitting, things weren't coming out properly and it was really bothering me!


"I am often thinking of my stories, so much that maybe it's the reason why I can't sleep."

That exactly, it's between thinking about stories and just in general real-life worries. I rarely get such dreams, it's mostly real-life and random weird, eerie, senseless stuff. I actually wanted to write down Raphael having a nightmare inspired by one I had a while ago, but I cut it out 'cause I thought it didn't fit.

"when I was a kid and had dreams of being crushed by animate machinery."

O_o ... That's a little... messed up? XD


Anyway, I think I've chatted enough. I'm in a bit of a talkative mood, so you'll have to forgive me for my unnecessary chatter. But yeah, stuff!

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22-Oct-2014 20:21:27 - Last edited on 22-Oct-2014 20:37:48 by Serene End

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Chapter 23: A Second Wind

Valleys upon valleys of shimmering grain shrouded the earth, an unbearable heat relentlessly thrashing the group from Lumbridge like a bully. Passing rocks and cacti, few could say that they managed to cross this desert more than once. But they did it again, but not for the reasons that they were proud about. Indeed, the remnants of the human resistance still kept on walking dead alive.

The sun solidly planting its scorching kiss upon their heads, their feet bore down upon the sand, they had made it there finally. Though Shinon did not recognize it, they were there once more. An invisible entrance before them, that familiar trident-shaped cactus stood like the key into its unseeable jaws.

But there stood a darker-skinned man before the cactus, guarding the way. He wore a long, black hooded coat, the coat was opened wide, very loose fitting and made of fabric that was almost as light as the air he breathed. It hung down just behind his ankles, its edges ragged and tan from the sand. He wore that hood over his head, his face covered under the shade.

His body wore a light gray shirt just beneath, a shirt very familiar to that of a poet's shirt. Tightly fitting slacks of black upon his legs, long leather boots upon his feet. Around his waist, he wore a dark red sash, it hid a dagger just passed his coat. The face of the man turned to Calvin, noticing him from over the horizon. The man bowed his hooded head. "Julasit, Kéz," he respectfully spoke in the Neheztelian tongue. "Welcome back."

"As to you, Dimri," Calvin replied.

The man lifted up his head. "News has come faster than the wind in regards to the fate of Lumbridge," the man informed the lazy assassin, his brown eyes then looking to the group behind Calvin. "...Is this all that remains?"

Calvin's face dropped, getting serious. He shook his head, confirming the worst. "Indeed," he responded. "It ain't much, I know."
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20-Nov-2014 19:33:09

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The hooded man scanned even more into the group, seeing a familiar face among them. "Ah, Telvern," said the man, then being given a cold, steely gaze. "Unless its head is severed, a snake will always find a way out."

"Have you nothing better to do?" the genius silently replied, callous and without effort.

The man's eyes then went from Telvern to another, a young man at the corner of his eyes. His garb stole his attention, grabbing his eyes and forcing them over to him. His brown eyes saw then, the dark gray robes of the young man Daevarro, a terrible familiarity to them. The man was rapid in his motion, fastening his hand around the dagger at his hip. "Laacrán caza!" he very spitefully exclaimed, getting Daevarro to become both questionable and defensive. "Kéz, why have you brought one of them here!? Bah, and here I thought that those glowing eyes got to them all! Well then, allow me to finish their work!"

Daevarro didn't quite understand why the assassin snapped with such anger all of the sudden, rendering the dark-robed young man quite confused. Calvin raised his arm, barring Daevarro from the man. "That ain't required," calmly told the assassin. "He ain't like the others, Shakir. He 'as nothin' ta do wit' 'em."

The man addressed as Shakir turned his head to Calvin, giving him a perplexed look. "Are you sure about that?" he questioned, glaring back sharply upon Daevarro. "He isn't like us, remember? The moment we give him our backs, he'll kill us like he did those innocents! It's the gift of him, him and all his ilk!"

"Put down yer paranoia," Calvin then very angrily commanded. "I told ya, he ain't like the others. The fact is, he ain't anythin' like 'em at all."

Shakir loosened his grip upon his dagger, though still appeared on high alert. "If you believe it so," said the hooded man, turning back to his superior. He took Calvin's words as an undeniable command, not as a belief or a reason to feel assured. "I suspect you seek passage into the base?"
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20-Nov-2014 19:34:59

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"That'd be nice, yeah,"

Shakir gave Calvin and company his back, turning around to look at that three pronged cactus. An empty space at its face, a simple needle stuck out as its nose. Shakir's left thumb held up as tribute, being pressed heavily into the sharp blade. His thumb began to cry at the pain of the injury, a drip of red rolling down its cheek.

He then ripped his thumb out from the needle's grasp, blood oozed slightly out from the small, pin-sized hole in his finger. He then brushed the blood around the isolated needle, marking it with a circle so that it might be acknowledged. Once Shakir's blood made a complete circle, their ears hear the click of a mechanism.

The ground began to vibrate, quivering in their presence. Sending grains of sand scattered and running away, just before them was a hidden entrance revealed. Despite his first time being here, Shinon was not at all fazed by the shaking. A door hidden under the sand was then revealed, a door that split apart. The door was split in half vertically, the two halves parted the sands and retreated. One crawled to the left, and the other went away to the right.

A shining pot of golden brown coin cascaded into the opening between the two halves, falling down upon the decrepit stairs kept secret behind the door under the sand. The rumbling would stop soon after its appearance, a thud confirming the vibration's demise. The ground became solid and certain again, revealing the staircase leading into the den of the Desert Assassins.

Calvin smirked, tipping his head to Shakir. "Thank ya much," he said to his fellow Lamian, his body then turning to the stairs, but his eyes keep to Shakir. "See ya ‘round, Shakir."

After his words, Calvin’s eyes fell upon the hopeless company behind him. "C'mon," he said to them. "We’re almost there now."
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20-Nov-2014 19:36:29

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Telvern, still carrying Raphael, quickly went by Calvin. He didn't even take the time to listen to the lazy assassin’s words, not caring at all. The genius began walking down the stairs, falling into the beige colored dark, into the domain of assassins. One by one, the group that accompanied Calvin walked on by him.

The red-haired archer walked on by, stepping off down the stairs and into the darkness. Daevarro stepped off by Calvin, but was given the harsh gaze of Shakir. It rather bothered the young man, to what did it mean? Regardless, the dark-robed young man began walking down the stairs. The lazy assassin followed just behind him, standing by his side.

His body began to descend downwards, just as all the others. One foot after another, Calvin walked down the stairs and into the dominion he knew so very much. It was his home, his life, his purpose. Twenty-two beaten, beige stone steps awaited them, being conquered one-by-one, until all had reached the bottom.

The moment the group found themselves in a long hallway, the two halves that made the secret door found the courage and strength to become whole again. They recoiled from the sandy shell they hid into, coming out from the darkness. They began to close in on each other, reaching out. Light shrunk into nothingness, leaving only torches to show them the way.

Before them now was a dimly lit, narrow hallway of beige stone-brink. The stones that made this hallway were cracked and aged, some of the tiles even missing. The floor took a particular beating, all were able to feel as the stone buckled beneath their feet. Strange handprints were embedded in the broken tiles that made the floor, all varying in shape, size, and overall appearance.
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20-Nov-2014 19:37:26

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