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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 17:44:50 GMT -5
"In rine with that, I can lip their powers permanently from them with Tien Hsueh." Mr. Fo is suddenly there and commenting.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 28, 2006 1:43:55 GMT -5
"That would be useful." Xexilia looks towards Mr. Fo.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 1, 2006 0:41:48 GMT -5
With a light sigh, Xexilia tilts her head to the side. "So what can we do now? Return to what this area's purpose is, or wait for others like these guys to come?" She nods towards the demons.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 1, 2006 0:51:24 GMT -5
Thrash shakes his head. "That's inhumane. We'll deal with them. You can return to what you were doing. We'll keep an eye out. Just relax."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 1, 2006 1:03:56 GMT -5
"Alright, thank you." She turns around and heads out the doors, finding her way to the hot springs.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 1, 2006 3:12:06 GMT -5
The hot springs are arranged vertically in tiers by temperature. Each has a large rock or tray of some sort filled with salts, soaps, creams, and other things to alter the water to the precise range desired. The spirit of the water is conscious and desires nothing more than the pleasure of those within it, meaning the water alters itself and pushes to massage the muscles.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 2, 2006 20:42:45 GMT -5
Xexilia chooses one of the warmer-temperatured springs, studying the items left there before slipping into the water with a comfortable sigh. "Yes! Hot water." A little curious, she looked at the array of salts and soaps.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 2, 2006 23:53:04 GMT -5
There are salts designed to bring out the vibrant green of the plant-like Chahabahko, a more fertilizer-like salt for the Plant People (formerly slaves of the Splugorth), even something like meat salt for the most carnivorous of races. It is a strange aggregation, but she finds a salt and a cream for geoplants.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 13, 2006 18:55:40 GMT -5
She drops some of the proper salts into the water, then looks at the cream for a while before putting some on her hands.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 13, 2006 20:40:18 GMT -5
The salt is practically mineralized raw energy and nutrients that restore her energy, while the cream is actually an energy facilitator that makes her skin and body quite literally radiant. A small pool of light forms around her.
In a pool above her, an elderly male voice speaks out, "We should never have left the oceans."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 13, 2006 21:13:12 GMT -5
Xexilia believed that the man had spoken to her. She lifts her head slowly, curiously, towards his voice. "..."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 14, 2006 1:21:55 GMT -5
As Xexilia focuses her senses, she feels the outline of a very, very old man. He seems elven, and by indications in the bones and so on, he is possibly three thousand years old, old even by elvish standards. In fact, it seems that he should be dead. Why he's at a private rented resort is beyond Xexilia.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 21, 2006 14:05:18 GMT -5
"Uh..." She sat up straight, curious of who he was, of his age, what he meant. "What are you doing here?" Was the best she felt she could ask.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 21, 2006 14:11:48 GMT -5
"I'm in hot springs. What do you mean, 'What am I doing here'?"
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Post by sithofmacabre on Feb 21, 2006 23:27:56 GMT -5
"I mean why are you here?" She cocked her head to the side. "You seem a bit up there in age, or have you been in these springs too long?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 22, 2006 0:48:41 GMT -5
OOG: I will again recommend that you post to more threads, including Ranger Missions/Ur-Katal, Transgressive Beasts, etc. to start getting you more fully into the team's purview of events.
"To be in the springs. And I would think that you would know better than to lightly speak about age, even to one of the fair folk."
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