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15-Apr-2009 01:12:35

Kothrak

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Okay I was NOT ignoring you! YOU try getting internet access while going down the interstate at 70 mph ALL DAY!
And fine, maybe Iolous's head IS transparent...
But like Zix said, it's cause he's an airhead ^_^
Ok so I have no patience for writing a chapter now but maybe later, ok?
And no, Siradam, you aren't important enough to be on the fan list.

15-Apr-2009 01:12:47

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15-Apr-2009 01:14:03

Kothrak

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I was on the interstate ALL DAY because I'm going on vacation with my family!!!!!
(Btw, I'm saying hi from Georgia!!!)
Thanks DT I think I will! *Happily watches fans go crazy while sitting on a beach drinking a strawberry milkshake*
Muhahahaha!!!!
Just kidding, I'll write more in a few minutes.

15-Apr-2009 01:27:25

Kothrak

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Chapter 3
The Book of the Dead
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GONE! AGAIN! How did this happen!? He had them RIGHT THERE! And they escaped! How!?
Drakos had scoured Falador and the surrounding area for hours after he lost them, with no results. The White Knights had finally managed to drive him off, and he turned and headed back to the start of his kingdom, built upon the ruins of Varrock.
The City of Hell, Morgothon.
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The cold fury that burned in Drakos's eyes was unmistakable. It was that same fury you saw when he was about to rip your throat out because he had lost his prey.
Drakos completely ignored the demon guards that kept watch over the doors of his throne room, throwing them both into the walls with a casual shove. Several crashes resounded and Drakos wheeled.
"If you don't have whatever it was that fell cleaned up within ten minutes, I will personally see to it that you are torn apart by your own bretheren!" he snarled. And from the look on his face, he meant it.
If a twelve foot tall, heavily muscled demon could ever look completely terrfied, that was it. They were off to find what broke before Drakos had even closed his mouth.
Inside the throne room, which had twenty-five foot tall double doors studded with iron spikes, Drakos crossed to the center of the room, to the pedastal which stood there.
He carefully reached his hand through the dome of enchantment that would disintegrate a normal human on the spot, and took out his most precious belonging. The item that allowed him his massive army and his power.
The Book of the Dead.
It was time to go for desperate measures. If he couldn't catch Willow all by himself, it was time to call in some help. Which Drakos didn't often do, at least not help so close to his own level of power. Mostly grunts.
But this was no weakling Undead or Lesser Demon. This was something of a whole new caliber.
This was The Void.

15-Apr-2009 01:57:30

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