[ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland
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				Title: <strong>[ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 09:17:49</strong>
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				(With apologies to T.S. Elliot)<br><br>In the days of the first age, Demons worked for the Exalted to build within the southern wastes a vast network of roads.&nbsp; In the violence of the usurpation, and shadows of the contagion, still those unfathomable slabs remained, stretching off into infinity.&nbsp; Caught in a bleak eternity with nowhere to go, halfway between the delicate coral of the vainglorious cities, and the endless seas of sand.&nbsp; If one listens carefully, you can hear the silent death scream of Adorjan whispering through these sands, where you rest in the womb of mother Cecylene.&nbsp; This land is harsh, studded every so often with an ancient pyramid, just as likely to glorify the eternal principle of She Who Lives in Her Name rather than the illusion of control cast by the celestial beauracracy.&nbsp; In this land, every month is the cruelest month, and the greatest harshness in the land lies in the heart of its people, the green sun of Malfeas beating within the core of a thousand tribes...<br><br>Winter keeps the world warm, covers the earth in forgetful snow, wiping away the memories of a world before the treason of the Gods.&nbsp; But even the Gods can't be everywhere.&nbsp; They can't wipe away the memories of the southern land.&nbsp; They can't turn the lands to their ends.&nbsp; Always, the South serves the Yozis.&nbsp; And so, in this land, a wise man will find true fear in a handful of dust.&nbsp; In this land of eternity, what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?&nbsp; Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images, where the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water.&nbsp; There is a shadow under this red rock, the shadow of an unreal city, under the brown fog of a burning winter's dawn.&nbsp; <br><br>With luminious eyes, they trade and live, drinking down the scuttling milk of their goddess, teeming and swarming in the shadows of the red rock mesa.&nbsp; Their city has no name, for from day to night, all that comes to the lips of the pentients is blasphemy.&nbsp; For truly, their community is the center of the worship of the Goddess of Thrice Damned Gifts, an old Goddess, known to every man, woman and child for hundreds of miles.&nbsp; She is the kind of goddess you pray to when you are lost in the desert, and the loss of your soul and everything you love seems preferable to a slow death of thirst.&nbsp; She is a trickster and a rapist.&nbsp; She is the wateland.&nbsp; She is love.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 10:18:50</strong>
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				Realm Year 987; Month of Resplendent Water, 14 months till calibration.<br><br>The Rock of the Goddess of Thrice Damned Gifts lies near the very edge of the southern lands, not far from the wyld.&nbsp; About 30 miles to the north lies a first age road, which forms the core of the rarely used trade route in this reigon.&nbsp; Taking any other route through the area is considered tantamount to suicide.&nbsp; If you're lucky, the Goddess will find you.&nbsp; Otherwise, make your peace with oblivion.&nbsp; <br><br>To the east lives the Tribe of Kohb-Ra the Resplendent Pharoh.&nbsp; A tribe of beastmen who guard a network of ancient tombs.&nbsp; They survive by exacting tribute from the fair folk in the local wyld, and receive weapons and finished goods from local caravans for keeping the road free of the fair folk.<br><br>To the Northeast live the twelve tribes of Candar, a group of ancestor worshiping nomads growing increasingly influenced by immaculate missionaries.&nbsp; They know secret paths through the desert to well protected Oasises, and trade the food they grow there to the city of Furnace in exchange for firedust and alcohol from the north.&nbsp; They also engage in a substantial amount of ranching, trading their surplus meat to the Guild in exchange for Ghost Flowers (which they use to communicate with their ancestors) and hardier livestock to grow better in the southern sun.<br><br>To the Northwest lies the little town of Scab, a strange outpost for the realm.&nbsp; Although drugs are illegal in the city of furnace, and forbidden by tribal decree among the Candarians, there is still substantial interest in Cocaine, Maiden Tea, and Opium.&nbsp; In the town of Scab, guild merchants provide these drugs, along with access to exotic prostitutes, and a slave market.&nbsp; Both the Candarians and the residents of Furnace resent the presence of Scab, but Furnace needs the guild to give them water, textiles, and alcohol to trade with the Candarians, and the Candarians need the guild to give them Ghost Flowers and Livestock.&nbsp; Somewhat ironically, Scab is built around an immaculate monestary, which acts as the hub of immaculate religion in the region.&nbsp; They will take nearly anybody on as a monk who promises to dedicate their life to spreading the faith to the Candarian pagans and the sometimes forgetful people of furnace.<br><br>North of Scab and a little bit west of the Rock of the Goddess lies the town of Furnace; a reasonably large mining town of about a thousand people.&nbsp; The inhabitants of Furnace mine copper and firedust for a living, although they greatly fear that their mines will run dry, leaving them to starve.&nbsp; Thus, the people of Furnace are always praying to Sphalerite, the hearth mother of the town of Furnace, and Realgar, the local God of firedust.&nbsp; Realgar, in particular, has started taking an active role in the operation of the township of furnace, and has begun teaching his trademark martial arts style, Righteous Devil Style, to the mayor of the town, a hard edged Water Aspect named Rayne of a Thousand Humors.&nbsp; Rayne has shared a few of the katas of the style with the local monks.&nbsp; The people of Furnace are religious and hardworking, though they often spend their entire monthly wages getting drunk in the saloon, and enjoying Furnace's impressively large red light district.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 15:39:47</strong>
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				Upon arriving in the hot desert environment, Xalvia spreads her arms wide, and her skin turns as black as midnight, like she was a statue carved out of ebony, and her eyes become red like the color of flames.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath of the hot desert air, she finds herself filled with the desire to dance, and so she steps out onto the hot sands, and begins to dance, to take a certain delight and fierce joy in the dance, as she moves with grace and skill.&nbsp; She dances for about five minutes before turning to gaze at the others who came with her.&nbsp; "So.. what plans do you all have, today?"<br><br><br>[5 Successes to performance, if you need them]
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>26-04-2009, 06:02:05</strong>
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				Crystal Words watches the ecstatic dancer from under the shimmering veil of gossamer that covers her from head to thighs.&nbsp; It is a silvery and translucent thing, easily seen through and giving her the appearance&nbsp; of a penitent or a cultured desert dweller.&nbsp; Both assumptions would be terribly, terribly wrong.&nbsp; <br><br>Her garnet colored eyes follow the moves of the dancer.&nbsp; To other eyes she would be a becoming creature, her movements fascinating and alluring in ways that would lead one into temptation.&nbsp; Crystal Words Like Falling Knives sees them in a different light; they are parts of a traditional dance that have been redesigned and misplaced into what would seem to be a new dance to anyone else.&nbsp; Movements set in manners to achieve desired results and in forms that are set into certain decisive methods of making one alluring.&nbsp; They jab at her senses, their predictable patterns offensive to her.&nbsp; <br><br>A part of her understands they have a significant purpose, one designed into them by the dancer and the cultures that they stem from.&nbsp; That part of her is not well fortified, and she finds the dancer's movements appallingly grotesque in ways she could not explain adequately.&nbsp; Crystal Words has laid enemies and allies alike low with her dances, and brought men and women to ruin both figuratively and literally.&nbsp; But a part of her knows that to reveal this to Xalvia would injure the woman in some way, not physically perhaps, but in another, more ephemeral way.&nbsp; This part of Crystal Waters is stronger, and of deeper measure, so she smiles and watches the dancer for other reasons than because she dances.&nbsp; <br><br>She would like to taste the source of the dance, and savor the well from which it springs, but she does not allow herself to taste of her mistress' companions; while Crystal Words is not bound to those they serve directly, she is bound by an Oath, and it could come perilously close to disregarding that Oath to draw off the pool of the dancer's sweet compassions or potent convictions.&nbsp; The question wakes her from her reverie, and she speaks in her lilting, haunting voice.&nbsp; "If this is how the next chapter of the tale begins, then it is an auspicious beginning to it.&nbsp; To show the Immaculate how stained their world has become would be poetic in its justice.&nbsp; But then, it is not my place to say yea or nay."&nbsp; <br><br>Little more than a pretty gem among the throng of those who worship at the Vizier of Blessed Bounty's feet, she stands untouched by the burning sun's deadly hate; the dust which clings to most absents itself from her dark silks and the shimmering gems she wears.&nbsp; The breeze barely touches her veil or her silken clothing, and her bare feet evidence no blistering though they are unprotected upon the sands of the Southern Hell.&nbsp; It is less that her unearthly beauty remains unmarred by these things, than she is simply unaware that these things should be happening.&nbsp; Though the veil hides the most intense of her beauty, she cannot help but stand apart from a Creation she was never meant to live in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 00:10:53</strong>
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				The infernal sat upon the simple throne,&nbsp; her hands folded upon one another, she rested her chin against the top of them gazing a bit at the small crowd that had gathered.&nbsp; She was wearing a simple grey robe, it was light, and in a show of indulgence made from finely spun silk.&nbsp; The loose fitting cloth concealed much of her body except a dusky skinned face, with full pouting lips,&nbsp; large amber eyes,&nbsp; and a short cropped black hair.&nbsp; A crown of small horns encircles her skull.&nbsp; <br><br>Six featureless figures stood on either side of her,&nbsp; all of them wearing the same matching silk robes,&nbsp; except these hinted at weapons and armor worn beneath them.&nbsp; Their faces were covered by smooth masks,&nbsp; that allowed only their eyes to shown beneath them.&nbsp; Supposedly the items were made from glass,&nbsp; crafted from cecylne herself.&nbsp; These were the Goddess' chosen,&nbsp; her servants, confidents and champions.&nbsp; She smiled, very softly...&nbsp; revealing a hint of her elongated cannine teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat,&nbsp; allowing the silence to resound through the halls for a moment as one of the other infernals felt the urge to break into dance.&nbsp; Her finely sculpted eyebrow raised ever so slightly into an arch,&nbsp; she almost had the urge to laugh...&nbsp; but,&nbsp; doing so would&nbsp; push back the sounds of blowing sands and the hum of locusts, not far away.&nbsp; Those sounds brought her comfort,&nbsp; but, it also revealed what the goddess could bring fourth in an instant,&nbsp; and more importantly,&nbsp; the very thing the infernal could take away if the fickle urge came to her.<br><br>"My children...."&nbsp; she said,&nbsp; after the crowd grew uncomfortable with her silence.&nbsp; "My beautiful desert forged children..."&nbsp; Her voice was strong,&nbsp; and seemed to flow without effort one word into the next.&nbsp; "Since I have come to you,&nbsp; you have learned to not hate the desert as you once had.&nbsp; Yes,&nbsp; Grandmother wasteland can be a cruel patron.&nbsp; She does not give without taking,&nbsp; but, she does not take without giving.&nbsp; You're lives may be harder because you live within her remorseless embrace,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; you draw strength from her.&nbsp; She takes the weak, to leave the strong... so we as a people can flourish.&nbsp; If the weak survived in this land,&nbsp; the blood of your sons and daughters would grow thing,&nbsp; the strength of conviction would be stripped from&nbsp; their souls...&nbsp; their endurance would diminish!"&nbsp; She spoke these words.&nbsp; "But Grandmother wasteland prevents such from tainting your lines,&nbsp; by stealing those who are unworthy away into her loving embrace..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 04:30:56</strong>
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				Crystal Words turned her attention to the palatial expanse of those who served the Vizier, and her lips twisted the smile further, both amused and appalled by the words spoken.&nbsp; Did she understand what she had said?&nbsp; Darkness Born of Burning Night knew there were those of her ilk who fed off the thick, rich bounty of others convictions and beliefs; Crystal Words Like Falling Knives understood something strange and twisted lay within those words, and committed them to her frangible memory.&nbsp; Hidden under the silken caul, her hands rose, making a mudra of supplication.<br><br>"The Immaculate breed weakness into those who life in the nearby settlements.&nbsp; Their claims of perseverance and service and kindness let the weak thrive, and the foolish gain forgiveness.&nbsp; There are cities under these sands, bones of those whom once thought the same."&nbsp; Her lilting voice was soft, yet carried well.&nbsp; "How can they not see their encouragement to rely upon the Realm's Great Warriors and Holy Ways only prolongs inevitable destruction at the hands of those very things?"&nbsp; She turned back to watch the obsidian-and-flame figure of Xalvia dance upon the sands for the amusement of their Priestess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>27-04-2009, 13:10:51</strong>
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				Now that her dance had ended, she was somewhat less happy, but only a little, at the moment, she wanted to do something destructive, or creative.. she actually didn't care which, something that was both would be quite lovely as well.&nbsp; She turned her gaze to the creatures, the pour mortals her sister infernal was addressing, mortals who apparently belonged to the Prophetess.. and she heard a voice in her head... a voice she heard quite often these days&nbsp; <em>These are indeed, servants of the Yozi's.. Cecelyn specifically, from the looks of things...&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; <br><br>She was aroused, but then, these days she was always aroused... and she reached out pull one of the cultists to his feet, pulling him close for a kiss.. a insistent demanding kiss..&nbsp; the moment she felt him surrender to the kiss, to her sudden action, she let him go, dropping him to the ground.. <br><br>She then turned her gaze upon the others who had arrived with them, not speaking, simply looking, for a few bright moments.&nbsp; Then she spoke, her voice took on a song like aspect, still a performance of sorts, as she queried her fellow exalted on the next step she should take.. <br><br>"Dark and Bright. <br>This is an Interesting Sight.... <br>Here in Sand and Fire.... <br>I must raise an army for my Lord's Desire... " <br><br>"From these Lands here.. <br>A dreadful fear.. <br>From the Lands a City to Raise <br>Warriors to lift in a Glorious Praise<br><br>To Speak the Green Sun's Fire.. <br>And learn the Demon's Ire..<br>In all the sands under my wing... <br>Give worship to their rightful King..."&nbsp; <br><br>"Where should I take my Power<br>Advice me in this burning hour<br>I listen my Sister's Voice<br>To make my holy Choice."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 00:48:05</strong>
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				“My children…”&nbsp; She purred ignoring the other two infernal beings, simply letting her head tilt to one side before she brought herself to her feet.&nbsp; She stood tall, a towering in impressive figure with just a hint of demonic majesty radiating from her body.&nbsp; She gestured with one long fingered hand,&nbsp; with nails that looked as smooth and as hard as polished glass.&nbsp; “It is time that we reveal ourselves to the foolish luxury wasted weaklings of this world.&nbsp; We must show them the power that Grand Mother Desert has blessed us with!”&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn’t conceal the smile that spread across her lips revealing those long pearly white fangs.&nbsp; “We must welcome them into the wastelands embrace,&nbsp; and if they are worthy they will survive and prove themselves as capable worshipers of My mother and I.”&nbsp; She clapped her hands together once,&nbsp; and the noise within the hall went completely silent.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Those from Candar have shown that they are a hardy and durable people,&nbsp; alas,&nbsp; they focus to heavily on the worship of the dead.&nbsp; If we show them the error of their ways,&nbsp; they will make excellent additions to our flock… and provide ample breeding stock.”&nbsp; She let her voice boom out,&nbsp; like a clap of thunder across the crowd.&nbsp; “They will join us…&nbsp; our be scattered like grains of sand in the desert wind…”<br><br>“Gather your weapons!&nbsp; We march too war!”<br><br>She finally allowed her eyes to focus one more on the dancing female.&nbsp; "If you join me in battle there are many rewards to be reaped..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 02:09:26</strong>
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				No longer dancing, but having not received an answer to her query, instead the other infernal calls to her people, and gives a call to war.&nbsp; It wasn't quite what she was seeking, but it would do, she could live with that, battle, blood and slaughter was a viable and interesting alternative.&nbsp; She would do it, but she did have a request of the Prophetess.<br><br>"Blood and Steel, our battle cry<br>Join you in this Battle will I<br>Take prisoners, one in three,<br>From the battle, belong to me"<br><br>She didn't really need to speak her question this way, but having started along this path, she found herself reluctant to change it, she liked speaking in this manner.. and if she enjoyed responding this way, she didn't see any reason to stop.. yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 02:23:01</strong>
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				The assembled soldiers of the infernal nation whooped and hollered, rasing their blades into the air and letting them shine in the sun, gathering their armor and flame peices.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the cultists silently prayed to their goddess, eyes closed while they sat in circles under the rock, a white robed cultist walking between the groups to feed them their daily midday meal of locusts.&nbsp; One of the Godess' robed servants whispered into her ear.<br><br>"We can have the troops ready to march in three days, and have scouts in Candar by tommorow.&nbsp; I must warn you though, my Mistress; nobody has ever survived more than two days within the borders of Candar.&nbsp; If we spent a season producing candied locust amber, perhaps we could be in a better position."<br><br>The advisor paused for a moment, and tightened a metal bladed punishment belt around his thigh.<br><br>"Of course, if the Goddess says to march, then march we shall, and give our prayers to her, for you are our only purpose for living."&nbsp; <em>Seraph gets 2xp</em><br><br><br>Xalvia felt a strange anger welling up in her, as something spoke within her.&nbsp; "No!&nbsp; You sing before the people!&nbsp; My shame!&nbsp; My shame!&nbsp; My great secrets! &nbsp; <em>Xalvia rolls essence and gains that much limit, then gets 1xp</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 02:29:25</strong>
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				"One in three seems a rather steep price..."&nbsp; She said shaking her head a bit,&nbsp; this odd tongued little creature was already beginning to wear on her nerves with its sing song way of speaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Besides,&nbsp; I am no slaver I offer salvation not imprisonment."&nbsp; She said with a purr,&nbsp; though in truth they were won in the same.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to her ad visor, arching one of her finely arched brows,&nbsp; what he said did make sense to her.&nbsp; Her amber eyes closed for a moment and she nodded.&nbsp; "A valid point...&nbsp; &nbsp;we shall bide our time, so my children can sustain themselves in the waste."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>01-05-2009, 02:40:22</strong>
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				She stopped singing, as the Coajutor didn't care for her to sing this way, and turned her gaze slightly to look at the Prophetess more directly, no longer trying to speak in rhymes and songs.&nbsp; "I wasn't asking for one in three as slaves, I intend to take them as warriors for my armor, and my people to build a city to the glory of Malfeas his heart, the shining Green Sun."&nbsp; She walked over the sand for a moment, to gaze at the advisor.&nbsp; "Very well, that sounds like a wise choice... when we go, I could go forward with the scouts to the border."
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				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 01:01:38</strong>
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				"I offer one in four,&nbsp; the number is a round one."&nbsp; She said with a wide grin.&nbsp; "Also,&nbsp; feel free to dip into my stock of stored food if you are hungry...&nbsp; there's more then enough for everyone..."
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 14:26:22</strong>
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				"Such plentiful gifts for those whom you deem worthy; and it is we who are accused of malicious feeding of our guests.&nbsp; How droll."&nbsp; The delicate seeming creature slowly let the gossamer veils slip from her face and hands, and wrapped it about her shoulders like a shawl.&nbsp; "And what would you have of me to further your conquests?&nbsp; I have little doubt I can provide some measure of....gifts....to further the Cause That Cannot Fail."&nbsp; Crystal Words like Falling Knives knew full well that the mortal populace of creation could not resist the glittering shine of gold, the lovely allure of silver, the litter of gemstones.&nbsp; Such baubles were meaningless to her; they were paltry things, crafted at a whim and delivered unto those who dared take gifts from her ilk.&nbsp; <br><br>The wealth which she possessed, a deep tariff of dreams and desires weaned from the stuff of the Wyld, were far greater in value than the troves of treasure that the foolish created believed were worth their lives and even their souls....
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				Title: <strong>Re: [ex] Exalted: The God Damned South; The Wasteland</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Krule</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 22:02:15</strong>
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				"One in four, is an acceptable number."&nbsp; She laughed at the offer of dipping into the food stores, being quite sure that wasn't going to be a good idea, she had her own ideas and plans, and while they could and would run together with the prophetess.. it was better to remain somewhat independent.&nbsp; "I think, I'd prefer to hunt, to hunt though the desert sands, find my prey and consume them.. but I thank you for the offer."&nbsp; Considering a few other options, she closed her eyes a moment, and suddenly her anima rose around her in a blaze of green fire, as she committed a few more motes, to manifest the wings that suddenly grew from her back.&nbsp; "I shall fly."&nbsp; She took to the air, to head out into the desert, and eventually to hunt down and eat her prey, even if it was miles away before she could find anything.<br><br>(12 motes perpheral, committed for the time being, to keep the wings, along with 2 for the motes committed to fire adaptation)
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