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Eventually, Draug was fed up with this, and every part of his body started to ripple like a raindrop hitting a puddle. Rayse instinctively backed off just as countless white spikes burst from the...

He stood. He waited. Draug never sat, never slept, never did anything that would imply a hint of exhaustion or impatience. His only clothing was a dirty pair of tan-colored cloth pants, kept afloat...

I Am aLsO LoOkInG FoR A SuItAbLe cOmPaTrIoT.

I'm out as well if Madison is out.

I think I want to be in both until the split happens.

I still don't quite understand, but I do have some requests and maybe those will help others to understand what I'm saying to say. Namely, as fun as it would be to just show up post 1 and start...

I'm a little confused as to what exactly is supposed to take place in 'the battle thread' and 'the quest thread' and what differences they have and how they're related. As part of the Against party,...

Whatever Draug's reasoning is, I don't really want to involve The Cult. I'm still not sure what he's like in a Post-Cassandra world, especially since she's going all godlike and all memories of her...

Whatever you want, mang. I can do both/either.

Also, for a bit of self-promotion, this is a good resource: http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?27732-Raiaera-Reborn

Although if you want...

Bard's computer doesn't like clown-speak, I see. To clarify for your programs and listening apparatus, yes I will to be AGAINST the Dread Lord.

HeLlO, i aM uP fOr sOmE mOtHeR f***** dReAd LoRd HuNtInG : o)

This thread takes place after the whole Cassandra thing is resolved. Not sure I'm spoiling anything at this point but she becomes a spooky ghost or something.

Anyway, Draug isn't feeling very...

If it helps move things along, I'm dropping out of this. I still want exp and stuff, but I don't want to hold up everyone else.

Draug stared at Talen, a glint of recognition in his eyes. Did he know someone who used shadow manipulations? He thought back to The Cell, and the memory of a masked fighter surfaced in his mind. He...

When his blade met purchase, Draug reveled in the feeling of digging into flesh, the smell of fresh blood, the sensation of pain from his opponent. The Shadowmancer used some sort of telekinesis to...

Me and Aure have full approval to use each other's characters as we wish. Also, everyone in this thread has permission to use Draug as they wish.

The Abomination stopped laying waste to the spire...

I know this won't count toward the match, but I wanted to have a little epilogue anyway.

Memnar was poring over his books, illuminated only by the dim candlelight in the study. His fingers traced...

A spattering of dog-like footprints were winding around the spires in the snow, the creatures that made them on the alert to what they wind. The wind carried their foggy breath into the sky, and they...

Draug missed the attack, The Damned climbing towards the sky and kicking up a gust of wind, but his flesh tentacles were rapidly approaching the Demon. If they had another moment, they would have...

While the limbs he grew from his body were strong, they did not compare to the strength of his two main arms. Now left with only his left arm, Draug struggled to lift The Damned. He could no longer...

Draug's breath was becoming heavy, with each one causing blood spurts all over his body. He needed time to regenerate all these wounds, and Seth would not let up long enough for that to happen. Most...

Would Draug burst through the wall? It wouldn't be out of the question, he had heard of the creature's strength. Perhaps he would jump in through the hole at the top, where Seth would have no escape....

"Mother has given me a great mission, but I do not expect you to understand." Draug watched the battle quietly, taking note of Seth's actions. "And perfection is not a goal, but a process. I grow...

Draug spat, "No need to throw around insults. Our purpose here is pure, I've wanted to take a crack at you for so long." Blood mixed with drool and ran down his neck, staining the bandages on his...

The clouds parted, allowing the moon to shine down upon the field of grass, dead leaves, and dirt. The light reflected off the tombstones, the shards of glass at their base, the mounds in front...