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Post by The White Floating Skull on Mar 29, 2007 15:18:57 GMT
The presence of the Ghostly spirit that quietly floated through the air brought a noticeably cold draught, as the skull-like phantasm made it's way through the corridor, lost yet somewhat knowledgeable in it's heading - for it had been in these dungeons for years on end, and knew most of them well. Mentally, if a spectre like this was even allowed to have such a method of thought process, Skullken was idling away with some brief thoughts about why he had even ventured out this way - he could easily head outside and stir up a little scaring on some of the lesser critters in the forests, or the towns beyond the woods...why on earth would he stick to the dungeons where all hope and good feelings were sucked away slowly as you went in deeper and deeper towards the centre of the labyrinthine structures... Ah well, perhaps if he lingered down here for a while longer, he'd come across something interesting to interact with...it had been so long since he'd been anywhere near entertained or amused. {OOC: A little unorthodox as far as a character goes, but I just felt it was worth giving a try. XD Anyone who wants to travel the Dungeon Labyrinth with a Floating Skull of indetermined nature for a while, step right up! }
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Post by The March of Ides on Apr 3, 2007 15:52:19 GMT
[OOC: Continued from 'Fearward March'.] *The March of Ides' brief time in Marblehead led to him absorbing some of the magical ambience. The new mix of magic that is now within him has, it seems, anchored him to the Knightmare realm, yet not to any particular part of it. [OOC: In other words, uncontrollable teleporting.] He is moving. Falling, rising, tumbling. Like a paperclip in the wind. Until, that is, the gust blows him close to a great magnet: the Dungeon, a magnet to the magic of his being. And he is pulled into it... A fork of red lightning stabs through the corridor, narrowly missing the floating skull. On the stony floor, there now lies a baby, doing the almost-unthinkable within the Dungeon: sleeping.*
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Post by The March of Ides on Jul 11, 2007 18:14:38 GMT
*Time has passed - maybe a little, maybe a lot. It is not always easy to tell in the Dungeon. The baby begins to roll over. Then scarlet lightning whips across the passageway. The baby disappears.* [OOC: This was a promising thread, but it's unfortunately failed to take off, so I'm freeing the March. He is now available for weddings, birthday parties and other roleplay threads: if you think you'd like to make use of him at any point, send a PM to Young Grimwold, who will pass the message on to me. White Floating Skull, if you're reading: I hope we see you again.]
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