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| 30 Jan 2014 05:14 PM |
| how could i make money from writing....)) |
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| 30 Jan 2014 05:16 PM |
(You know how when you go to the book store and you want to get a book and they say "This book costs twenty bucks"? People sell books and earn lots of money.)
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| 30 Jan 2014 05:18 PM |
| rigghht.. but how am i going to do.. .-. nvm |
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| 30 Jan 2014 05:19 PM |
(Write something. Publish that something. Earn green paper somethings.)
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| 30 Jan 2014 05:23 PM |
| is that even possible without internet or any knowledge of how to publish something....??????? argh i feel dumb)) |
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| 30 Jan 2014 05:25 PM |
(I've never published something either, but I think that all you need to do is call them, and say that you have no computer to send the files by, and so send them a print copy. After that, I'd recommend looking in the library for information on how to publish something, or just ask a teacher or friend with internet if they can look it up for you.)
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| 27 Feb 2014 04:55 AM |
Francent
"So, any ideas for how to start in our master pan for taking over the continent before Aros?" I ask. |
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| 27 Feb 2014 05:47 AM |
Alaris
"No, sadly..." I sigh.
Balròon
I ride through the Wraithmoor, and find the Temple of Abrac. |
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| 28 Feb 2014 04:12 PM |
Francent
I wait out the rest of the night.
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| 28 Feb 2014 06:03 PM |
Alaris
In the morning, I have a vision. "Balròon is in danger."
Balròon
As I enter the Temple of Abrac, I find it is not truly the temple at all. "Balròon, my brother, at long last," it is the voice of my younger brother, whom.. Whom I let down. He continues, "we haven't spoken in a long, long time. Not since that day, during the First War of Men and Dragons. When you abandoned me." I hang my head, in shame and in sorrow. I regret what I'm about to do. But it must happen. "Ragosh, I'm sorry.. but I was the one who raised you from the dead. I see it was a mistake, now. You haven't put your anger aside. That rage.. it will be the end of one of us. Forgive me brother." |
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| 28 Feb 2014 06:07 PM |
Francent
"Alaris, is there a chance that we can rescue him?"
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| 28 Feb 2014 06:17 PM |
Alaris
"It depends. Do you know where Arkvale is?"
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"You can't be forgiven!" Ragosh yells and a bolt of pure energy pierces my gut. I fall to my knees, with a pain that feels like my organs are being gradually ripped out, then shoved back in and ripped our again. "BROTHER!" I yell. "YOU CANNOT KILL ME!" |
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| 28 Feb 2014 06:23 PM |
(Is Arkvale somewhere I'd know?)
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| 28 Feb 2014 07:06 PM |
| (Yes, about a hundred miles east of Leham, near the Erandor Mountains. It's an abandoned city from long ago, and it's believed to be the source of some great magic. There's actually something chained up under it's ruins. Something VERY, VERY powerful, that will be the main antagonist of the next RP i make. Heck, I may start it today!) |
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| 28 Feb 2014 07:24 PM |
(Don't start the next one yet, we're still getting the other one started.)
Francent
"It's about a hundred miles west of here."
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| 28 Feb 2014 07:41 PM |
Alaris
"Uh.. King. You mean east. Anyway, let's hurry there, before Ragosh the Necromancer kills Balròon!" |
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| 28 Feb 2014 07:49 PM |
(Sorry, I got my easts and wests confused.)
Francent
I start heading east.
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| 28 Feb 2014 08:24 PM |
Francent
I keep going east.
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| 28 Feb 2014 08:25 PM |
(Post 1,555)
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| 28 Feb 2014 08:37 PM |
Alaris
We arrive in the ruins of an abandoned city. "Search this place for Balròon." |
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| 28 Feb 2014 08:46 PM |
Francent
I search for him.
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| 28 Feb 2014 11:23 PM |
Alaris
A vision hits me. I see that Balròon is under us, and find the entrance. A magical rune is etched into the ground. "There! Curses, it's sealed with magic!" |
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| 28 Feb 2014 11:54 PM |
(Does Francent know any magic?)
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| 01 Mar 2014 12:25 AM |
(Not much, at most a few basic spells, not enough to open the portal.)
Balròon
I realize they're above me, and while I'm bloody, beaten down and in horrible pain, I cast a spell and launch an orb of pure magic at Ragosh. He is blown back. I quickly chant in the dialect of my people, "rei los dar mar, hallar lok hajar! rei los dar mar, hallar lok hajar!"
Alaris
A green flame lights up, circling the rune, and the rune starts to glow purple. A magenta light shines brightly for a moment, then the rune cracks and the flame dies out. The ground crumbles and we see Balròon about to be slaughtered by Ragosh. "No!" I pull a dagger from somewhere inside my cloak and precisely throw it at Ragosh. It strikes the wizard inches away from his heart, and he clutches at the pearl-gripped dagger, now buried deep in his chest. He vanishes in a cloud of black smoke. |
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