coolyo294
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Slayer of Demons
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Post by coolyo294 on Nov 25, 2014 5:04:00 GMT
"Petor." he said, ignoring the draenei's jibe. "And is now really the time to be making idle conversation?"
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Post by admiral9 on Nov 25, 2014 14:51:56 GMT
"Well... theres not much else to do, as far as I am aware we are waiting for the rest to return, unless you want to scout out our path of escape." Istia replied, she wasn't exactly sure where they were gonna go after their escape anyways not that she had a place she wanted to return to.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Nov 26, 2014 1:12:38 GMT
"I can do that, i can find the way out!" the Spren interrupted happily, now orbiting the Herald's head, getting faster and faster as it spoke.
"and i like the sound of your voices" the herald added, her eyes closed serenely and her arms tucked into the sleeves of her robes . "It is a pleasant experience after so long. But the warrior is correct, and i defer to your judgment in these matters that are so strange to me. I will keep Silent as to not draw attention, although i do think that my recapture will be a goal of the enemy, so perhaps we should not remain here-"
She stopped suddenly, her head tilting as if listening to something, her lips forming a slight frown. "Discord. A note of the world out of place." Now her voice was quiet and she seemed to be talking to herself, " The Veil shifts again and still we remain. Could it be that they cannot hear it?."
The Herald opened her eyes and locked her gaze with that of Petor, "I must now speak out in opposition to what i just stated, we must leave soon or else we never will. This death is Her Song."
She walked forwards until she was staring up at the human warrior, ignoring the blood of her captors she walked through in bare feet, the intensity of her stare not diluted by the difference in stature of the partialy healed wounds on her face.
"Make a choice, leader of knights, champion of your lord noble. Do we go to the aid of the others trapped here and those who went to aid them, or make our escape alone, before the veil is torn and the Dark Shadow arrives? I ask you because this prison is made for me, Walls of Stone and Guards without light. Without your help i am still caged, even as i stand before you now."
the Herald of Music spun around, her robe and cloak flying behind her with the movement as her gaze fell upon Gareth and Istia, "and what of you, killer turned healer, and battle mage who refuses to kill? You act against your nature. I am Music, i am joy and despair in equal measure and i will not allow Darkness to claim that which is me. Choose, and know if you choose wrong everything i am is lost."
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