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01-19-2015, 11:45 AM
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Slathar
Slathar stood on the battlefield weary of the days grim work. He was covered with cuts and slashes and the gore of his slain enemies. Slain foes lay strewn around him like broken rag dolls as he surveyed the field with bright eyes. He gazed up at the fallen dragon which Lite was checking for loot with his greedy pixel lust filled shaking hands. Lite pulled an Azure robe from under the dragon’s fallen corpse. He raised the robe like a banner.
"Who shall I bestow this magiked robe upon?" said Lite is a quivering pixel frenzied voice. Jibekn stood up and said in his noble voice "Me my lord, I have slain many enemies this day and on many others occasions before this one". "I have summoned legions from mine own lands to help fight in your name". Lite looked upon Jibekn's and smiled fondly then looked past him at Sektor who was removing himself from a bunker. Sektor was covered in pixel finery looking clean and refreshed; He held a glass of red wine on one hand and a gold coin in the other. Not a speck of blood nor scratch sullied his bright armor. Sektor flashed a subtle wink at Lite, and flicked an invisible speck of dust from his shiny pauldron. He tossed the gold coin into the air and the flash of gold caught Lite's hungry eyes. Lite grinned. Sektor raised his squeaky voice filled with pixel greed. "We should discuss the matter of the robe in private my lord." "An item this powerful should not be wasted." Sektor walked up and grabbed Lite by the shoulder. "Come into my bunker and let us discuss the matter of the Azure robe my lord." The fire burning in Slathar's eyes dulled, turning cold and lifeless as he watched Lite and Sektor enter the gold filled bunker. Slathar stood like a statue as time passed. The chink of gold coins being counted could be heard from the bunker. Then another sound came to Slathar's ears. Voices were chanting off in the distance. The voices were barely audible at first but became stronger as time went on. The words finally struck Slathar's ears like a hammer. "Holo was crootin!" the chant rang. Slathar mounted his noble steed with haste and left never to return. The glint of fire was returning to his eyes as his war horse's hooves thundered off into the night.
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01-19-2015, 11:47 AM
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all of pikrib's posts about pixels never about pvp. trying too hard.
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01-19-2015, 12:09 PM
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love you pikrib, but few if any will follow you into the darkness.
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01-21-2015, 03:25 PM
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