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(ooc: [img]tongue.gif[/img] OK, technically I should wait for TAO, but I'm getting really friggin bored here. [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] And I've got to hurry so I can save my Deiter!! ~SOBS!~ Larry, if he doesn't make it out of this his usual wonderful, green-eyed, sweet, adorable, pop-tart loving self... [img]tongue.gif[/img] I might reconsider having you ressurected.)
~The ranger keeps stride with the wolf only by some unearthly will within. Everything within her cried out at unseen possibilities. What if I can't get there in time? O' Deiter! Please be all right! Her boots pummel the stone floor regularly, her long strides eating up distance. She ran almost blindly. Oblivious to danger and fear. Finally she came to a panting stop, realizing that they were now deep within the dungeon, at the mouth of a small labyrinth. Determined but exasperated, she drew her scimitar. The twin of tears fall glowed furiously. She looked down at a glowing, slightly bleeding scythe. Her right arm shaked slightly, as though she could not control it. She looked quickly into the blade. Her eyes had turned a moonlike silver-white. She cried out in anguish.~ "Deiter!" ~She looked down at TAO, the ghostly eyes looking pained.~ "Please! We must make haste! I fear he is dying... If not already dead!" ~She looked helplessly to the maze before them.~ "We've got to hurry... We'll let the twins guide us." ~She whispered quietly to the sword.~ "Khil celebnim gil." ~The scimitar glowed at a constant variable now, radiating cool light every ten seconds. The half-elf looked at each path. One branched right, the other left. The sword seemed brighter to the left, and the ranger nodded.~ "Right! Let's go..."
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