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w contact FS and say weve found Shade under a rock and are takeing him out to the medics.

  • 08.08.2004 5:32 PM PDT
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the space around the bodies of the men started to glow a cold blue color and as it did the stone that had crushed Prak was lifted the bars that had trapped us also had been torn of and we started to follow them and the floating team captain

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Fallen Seraph's soldiers advance through the dank hallways, edging further into the facility. To their suprise, they notice a light behind them, and they hear the echo of footsteps; soft, yet heavy. Their guns and flashlights whip around to see a human figure advancing on them, weapon at his side. The troops do not lower their firearms until he is no more than a few meters from them. They then realize that his eyes are closed, yet even as they perceive it, they fly open to reveal orbs of flame, distant and remote, yet piercing. One by one, the soldiers were forced to turn away from his gaze.

I wish to speak to your commander. I may offer assistance, which you may find helpful.

  • 08.08.2004 5:33 PM PDT
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some omre men start to give us our weaponry back but we tell them not to touch the vesuvius or the widowmaker at all... they are booby trapped and rigged to kill the user if they are not in the programmed user guide

  • 08.08.2004 5:34 PM PDT
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my men reach the surface and get him to a medic ime going FS my troops are in your command.

  • 08.08.2004 5:34 PM PDT
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we start to follow the men to the exit and we board the medevac ships

  • 08.08.2004 5:35 PM PDT
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Alright we are getting out of here we got the men. We head back towards the elevator shaft where ropes from a waiting ornithopter were. As we climbed aboard the ornithopter. We see attack craft and other ornithopters begin to destroy the station.

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we wait patiently while they tried to resuscitate Prak but we hope that he will survive

  • 08.08.2004 5:36 PM PDT
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Once upon a time in a forum far, far away, there was a group of kids who took their stupid story way too seriously. It started as a silly fantasy, and turned into a nerd-magnet RPG.

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On a ornithopter i confront the man who wished to speak to me...

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slowly but surely he is rescusitated but his arm still isn't there. there is only towels to stopthe bleeding

  • 08.08.2004 5:37 PM PDT
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how can this be an RPG when there ain't nopictures or special moves or anything

  • 08.08.2004 5:38 PM PDT
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we are just getting a chance to write a halo book thats all aren't i good

  • 08.08.2004 5:38 PM PDT
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A worm comes with a small metal and wood structure strapped to its back. The rider yells down the medics "get him up here and in the structure this worm will be the fastest way back to real medical attention.

  • 08.08.2004 5:39 PM PDT
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back to the story:


WHen Prak came back his left arm was covered in blood red towels. he started to call Rocky but his communicator was gone

  • 08.08.2004 5:40 PM PDT
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As you escape, you notice that same figure staring up at you, seemingly unheeding the destruction your troops are wreaking upon the station. As you glance back one final time, he seems to vanish in the heat of one of the explosions. You turn around to find him standing before you, though his eyes are no longer inflamed, but a cool grey, as if they were the source of a cooling volcano, sinking into dormancy. He is indeed the same soldier you knew of long ago, called by his former master's name: Dolorous.

You will find your situation untenable if you continue on your own. This was but the prelude. I would advise recruiting my services, at least for temporary use.

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then he starts to go onto the back of a sand worm that was headed towards the city

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Prak is slowly lifted up into the structure on the worms back and is taken back to the capital for proper medical treatment.

  • 08.08.2004 5:41 PM PDT
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i called rocky and told him to send 5 hov-boards towards our location. we'd start to follow the worm and Prak towards the hospital

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Posted by: Dolorous
As you escape, you notice that same figure staring up at you, seemingly unheeding the destruction your troops are wreaking upon the station. As you glance back one final time, he seems to vanish in the heat of one of the explosions. You turn around to find him standing before you, though his eyes are no longer inflamed, but a cool grey, as if they were the source of a cooling volcano, sinking into dormancy. He is indeed the same soldier you knew of long ago, called by his former master's name: Dolorous.

You will find your situation untenable if you continue on your own. This was but the prelude. I would advise recruiting my services, at least for temporary use.

My character is the son of FS so he wouldn't know you. btw Who are you and what do you think will set me upon my own destruction.

  • 08.08.2004 5:42 PM PDT
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when the hov boards came they were 1000 feet below us so we decided to have some fun in this time of grief. we started to free fall slowly picking up speed and doing acrobatics in the air our own hov-boards started to come towards us and we speeded off behind the sand worm

  • 08.08.2004 5:43 PM PDT
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we headed off for the capital behind teh sand worm we came in in a close formation around Prak we saw him wave his hand at us, tho it was very weak.

  • 08.08.2004 5:45 PM PDT
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his helmet was also off and laying beside the rider of teh sand worm we saw him smile and the twinkle in his eyes as the moon was sitting above us.

  • 08.08.2004 5:46 PM PDT
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As i look out the window of the ornithopter at the sand worm carrying the injured Prak. I look back at the man sitting in front of me who says his name is Dolorus...

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the group falls back and goes towards the ornithopter we go a 1000 feet above it and start a freefal with some aid from our jump jets to move us forwards we start to slow ourselves down and land on the roof of the ornithopter then we jump into it from the door. we see the son of FS called Rising Seraph and a man with cold grey eyes staring at us

  • 08.08.2004 5:49 PM PDT