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Post by crystalspiral on Dec 22, 2010 19:16:15 GMT
The view from atop of the mountain was spectacular. Beginning with an ocean of trees, their leafs rustling in time with the wind. A stream ran down the middle, as if siphoning off the 2 halves. On the horizon spread a series of cliffs, topped with snow reflecting the warm red glow of the setting sun. A litter of stars cast their light deep within the gradually darkening sky.
It was this kind inviting image that Tim first gazed upon. His thoughts were transfixed on the beauty presented to him by this world. And yet his heart felt alienated by it all. He found himself so far away from the drone of traffic and the footsteps of pedestrians, though he was only there seconds before. He began to question the possible.
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Post by ShinKei on Dec 23, 2010 9:26:43 GMT
From the bough of a tree only a short way down the mountain, a cloaked figure observed the newcomer. It is a rare but spectacular event when matter is sent from one universe to another, and this time Karizma had the privilege of witnessing it.
After a while, Karizma saw fit to greet the newcomer. He leaped down from the tree, causing a large thud on the ground to penetrate the silence. Having alerted the man to his presence, he decided to speak.
"They call it the Dyrithian Forest. It's amazing, no?"
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Post by crystalspiral on Dec 24, 2010 12:07:28 GMT
Tim was welded to the floor in amazement. All of his attention had transferred to this strange hooded man. At least, he thought it was a man. But a glance at his arms told him otherwise.
Metal. A thick coating of gleaming metal wrapped itself around his arms tightly.
Who is this guy? At that very thought, the stranger took a step forward. And Tim edged back. He felt some of the smaller rocks at his feet give way and Plummet off the cliff. He wasn’t leaving that way, well… not alive anyway. But he came back once before. And hey, at this point, he had nothing to lose.
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Post by ShinKei on Dec 24, 2010 13:43:49 GMT
Realising that he had startled the man, Karizma took down his hood, revealing his face. It was worn but ageless, and his skin appeared wrinkled, but still young. A stud pierced his lower lip, his beard was kempt but not shaven, and his streaming hair was held within the hood.
He noticed the man staring in astonishment and something of dismay at his metal arms, and so with a mischievous grin, held one out for the man to shake.
"Karizma," he broached. "And you are...?"
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