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mistral4543 · 10-31-2001, 01:48 AM

"It is going well." ~ The tone of satisfaction in the black-robed figure's voice is unmistakable. He turns to his two other comrades, one robed in red and the other, white. ~ "We make a fine alliance, despite our alignments." ~

"This is hardly worthy of our combined efforts, Bethrem." ~ The red-robed mage sniffs ~ "Do not forget, we have spent years training to our current powers. My brother, I dread to hear what our respective teachers would think! Imagine, having 3 level 16 mages just to set off a fire! This is pathetic!" ~

Before Bethrem can speak, the white-robed figure cuts in ~ "I do not approve of this, as you well know, Bethrem and Angthor... I am only here because we are condemned to be brothers, with the same family blood running in us. We kill the innocent for no good reason..." ~

"Shut up since you're here, then!" ~ Bethrem's voice rings out ~ "I swear, you're becoming a real ninny, Sendrin! We've a valid reason this time! These fools needed to be reminded of their limitations..." ~ He raises his voice a little louder ~ "The moment they think they can live without our protection, the moment our livelihood is gone!" ~ His voice drops into a whisper ~ "Now, my dear brother, let me remind you yet again that we're NOT here to make the world a better place and all that crap..." ~

"What's that?" ~ Glancing around idly, Angthor spots the spy ~ "Look to your left, Bethrem..." his voice is hushed ~

Bethrem stiffens and whips around. As his eyes rest on the intruder, he smirks and begins chanting... as the incantations cease, he points a finger of death at the pest ~

"No!..."

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10-31-2001, 01:48 AM	#68
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	"It is going well." ~ The tone of satisfaction in the black-robed figure's voice is unmistakable. He turns to his two other comrades, one robed in red and the other, white. ~ "We make a fine alliance, despite our alignments." ~ "This is hardly worthy of our combined efforts, Bethrem." ~ The red-robed mage sniffs ~ "Do not forget, we have spent years training to our current powers. My brother, I dread to hear what our respective teachers would think! Imagine, having 3 level 16 mages just to set off a fire! This is pathetic!" ~ Before Bethrem can speak, the white-robed figure cuts in ~ "I do not approve of this, as you well know, Bethrem and Angthor... I am only here because we are condemned to be brothers, with the same family blood running in us. We kill the innocent for no good reason..." ~ "Shut up since you're here, then!" ~ Bethrem's voice rings out ~ "I swear, you're becoming a real ninny, Sendrin! We've a valid reason this time! These fools needed to be reminded of their limitations..." ~ He raises his voice a little louder ~ "The moment they think they can live without our protection, the moment our livelihood is gone!" ~ His voice drops into a whisper ~ "Now, my dear brother, let me remind you yet again that we're NOT here to make the world a better place and all that crap..." ~ "What's that?" ~ Glancing around idly, Angthor spots the spy ~ "Look to your left, Bethrem..." his voice is hushed ~ Bethrem stiffens and whips around. As his eyes rest on the intruder, he smirks and begins chanting... as the incantations cease, he points a finger of death at the pest ~ "No!..." [This message has been edited by mistral4543 (edited 10-31-2001).]