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IC: At breakfast there is a lovely plateful of spicy amphithere sausages and cockatrice egg. It's like some wonderful Dungeons and Dragons banquet. I guzzle mine up, but Aaron doesn't seem to be very hungry. I look round to him, to see him staring, mouth agape. I look to where he's looking, to...

IC: "Eeeeh," I say, "All I did was see Deomi, did her a good deed, told her how much I love her and hoped for the best. I can't guarantee it'll work for you, Aaron, but if you have no other choice, just straight out let the feelings spill out." Aaron contemplates this for a while. "Have you...

Wait, STRIPPER?!!?!?!?!?! Fucking WHAT?Oh, wait, Zan said that. Don't worry.

Are me and Darklord the only ones actually RP'ing here?

Deomi... Sigh... "We won't stay long, Zan. Just let me recuperate a bit. I've had a rough few weeks. We all have. A couple mor nights, and we'll go." Zan looks at me gratefully, and walks away. Deomi... I hope she's okay... In shame I get into bed. I fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

IC (since no one else seems to be doing anything): Damn, that dinner was good. I got so hammered, but in a good way. The roasted heavy hog was great, and the drakeberry gateau was just unbeatable. The witches really know their stuff. I walk into my teepee, to see a new arrival. A small...

Don't bring me into this.

Bro, the outcasts don't hate the council or want to take over or anything. They just want to make a home and live in it.

After a bit of looking around, we get to a dusty road. Elijah pulls me to the side. "This is where the practisers of morbid magic go for refuge. Not quite a camp, not quite a shelter, not quite a hamlet, but it's comfortable for what it is. We're all outcasts here. All been thrown out of our...

IC: I wake up in a bed. It's not that comfortable, and the many colourful sheets are quite itchy. It's essentially just a mattress on the floor. I shake off the sheets and get up. I'm in some kind of woollen poncho thing, very colourful, and covering what needs to be covered, seeing as someone...

Ladies, ladies, calm down. James doesn't like being fought over. ;)

DON'T SHOUT IT MAKES ME WAH D'X

I pick up Zan's body. He's not dead. His eyes are glazed over, and he's cold. But he's not dead. Aaron's shivering. "H-h-how are y-you not c-c-c-c-cold?" He stammers. "Thermal suit." "O-oh." "You really should find a better tailor." "Huh?" "What? Don't you get your clothes tailored? Oh...

A shadow wraps around Zan's neck. "Calm down, child," the Shadow Messiah says, "let's negotiate. What is the problem? I see you're trying to take away Aaron's powers. Now why would you do that?" The vipers around my neck hiss and snap at Zan. I rise higher to keep them away. Blue light pulsates...

I INTERRUPT THIS ROLEPLAY TO GIVE YOU AWESOME SONG. www.youtube.com/watch?v=9c3EQhtf9-U Carry on.

Zan... No... "Listen to me, Zan, you hang on to that little life of yours as tight as you god damn can, because you're going to live, because I'm going to help you. Here, take this tissue, and hold it to your head." "Heeeeelp..." "I'm helping, Zan, just give me a minute!" I say frustratedly...

IC: We climb down the tower and hear a whirring sound. I peer out of the door and see a pile of little wooden clockwork boxes. They're all whirring and ticking. Suddenly, little arms unfold out of them and they grab each other, unravel and connect to each other to form a blocky sphere, about...

You sound bitter. I was only trying to help.

Lyndon, we've talked about this at school. No speed ageing. It fucks everything up and ruins everyone's ideas.

"Give me a second," I say as I take a shadow, hold my nose and swallow it. I feel a spike of cold stabbing through me. I smile. Ah, it's good to be back. I take a shadow, and slide it into the man's chest. He screams, and I slide it even further upwards, and curl it up into his skull and through...