Piers
New Minion
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Post by Piers on Dec 16, 2004 19:54:19 GMT -5
Come one and all to ake the challenge of Myself Shade! I shall take on one challenger at a time. The prize for the winners endeavor... A Vial of Liquid Dark fire! To challenge me, send me a private message and I shall take you under consideration. Good bye, and good luck!
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Bryer
New Minion
This is Kit-girl and I.....whenever I did something Wrong...HELP ME!!
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Post by Bryer on Dec 16, 2004 20:53:37 GMT -5
Hai, I'll take you ........if you wish it so....... ;D
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Piers
New Minion
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Post by Piers on Dec 18, 2004 14:00:55 GMT -5
Shade rises from the throne of flames. Stepping forward, he walks into the main pit that he had created in his realm long ago. He smiles from beneath an Iorn wrought mask depicting the visage of a demon of foul design. His cloak and hood where pulled by the wiil-o-wisps that existed in the realm of fire. Looking around the hellish realm, his fiery eyes gleamed. "The challenge is accepted..." Was all that he would say.
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Bryer
New Minion
This is Kit-girl and I.....whenever I did something Wrong...HELP ME!!
Posts: 45
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Post by Bryer on Dec 18, 2004 18:36:46 GMT -5
Bryer Gaiden would just appear. Surrounding him with the rought and flagerant hues of hellish fire. he ouldn't really know how he had come to the place, nor would he have really care to know how he came to it as well. He stepped within the walls of this said arena, smoldered by flames and burnt to the coldest darkest colors of black and obsidian. Sharp cyrstal blue orbs would scan this bland and nightmare-ish place. A crimson silken long sleeve shirt, hanging loose over his fromed and toned upper body. Silver, white-ish locks of hair would graxe his forehead and shoulders. Silver beaded rounding his left and right wrists. Making a nice little bell like sound every time they would connect with each other. His lower half, leggings if you will, wearing black cargo pants. Nicely comfortable, alittle loose but not enough to have his pants so low to show his arse. His boots, black in color, leather as well fit rather snug to him.
Bryer Gaiden would walk forwards, seeing this said person, or being of the realm he was in. Why do he always have to fight in peoples realms?...it was enough to have them talking big, but nothing of the sort had been said as of yet. Bryer, stepping into the ash ridden arena....only thoughts going through his mind were...........This might be alittle , troublesome..
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