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8-19-2009 @ 8:20PM
keanu. (as all of them)
8-20-2009 @ 3:47AM
He needs to be a Forsaken Rogue... I can see the scene now:In a dank, dark catacomb with a hard-packed dirt floor a Forsaken Priest in tattered robes mumbles incomprehensibly while rocking back and forth on his knees. Randomly placed bits of yellowed candles gutter and spit, throwing up tendrils of acrid, thick smoke and casting wild shadows throughout the crypt. The Priest rises unsteadily, tottering oddly on his decayed legs, his strange muttering reaching a more frantic pitch. The Priest starts gesturing wildly with the remains of what were his hands, as if swatting away invisible gnats in slow motion. His eyes glint wildly in the intermittent light. Slowly a pale, forboding light begins to ooze from the dank walls. His gestures become wilder, his bony fingers scratching and clawing at thin air as if weaving some spectral tapestry. The candles gutter heavily under a dread, moaning wind and begin to flutter out. A thick, silvery light fills the tomb. The Priest's mumblings become more urgent and shrill until he's plaintively screeching out words in some vile, forgotten tongue while trying to stay standing through his increasingly wild gestures. The light condenses down a point above the hard earthen floor, pitching the room and the Priest in sharp relief. Suddenly the point of light drops into the ground and Priest falls silent in the pitch black. In the dark you can hear a sigh and a clatter as the Priest drops his broken body to the ground. There is the sound of blind fumbling in a bag of odds and ends, a muttered curse, and the darkness is broken by the sharp rasp of a knife against flint. A thick, yellow spark sears through the dark, and in a moment a small flame glows on a bit of yellow candle next to the Priest. The Priest stares unflinchingly at the ground, his one hand tightly clutching a dilapidated, rusted dagger. A small crack begins to appear in the floor... barely an inch wide, but it quickly extends, running a good 5 feet across the floor. The Priest's death rictus widens, in what is presumably a smile, and his grip tightens on the dagger, causing it to creak. Suddenly a pair of decayed hands thrust out of the crack, swing down to grip the floor, and after tensing in a moment of exertion, a body erupts from the earth. Thick clods of earth explode from the floor with the force of rising corpse, shattering against the wall and pattering down around the Priest. The newly risen corpse slowly swivels its head up toward the Priest and says, in a thick, raspy sigh, "I know Kung-Fu..." The Priest leans forward, his hand thoughtfully strokng what had been his chain and says, "Show me."
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