Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Saeculum Galaxy => Xap => Topic started by: UnStellar on August 13, 2010, 12:42:08 PM
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If a battlefield was blank easel, and magic the paint, than the Imprecarris were artists of the highest quality. Staring down from a balcony was their master, Nosferatu. Beside him, the President of the United Paxans, Benjamin South. They stared down at the training exercises, as the Imprecarris valiantly fought each other, both sides improving their skills as they found new and different ways to use their magic. They were skilled enough to know how not to kill their friends, but real magic and real fighting was being done. Syra appeared to be winning in her confrontation.
Benjamin turned away, and come off the lobby, Nosferatu following. "Any word from the Sage council?" Nosferatu asked. "None! We find an Anti-Portal field in our way, are unable to join them, and nobody tells us anything. For all we know, this war is still going on!" Nosferatu nodded. "The Imprecarris is ready." Benjamin snapped back. "I know that! You're always ready. I just want to know what the hell is going on!"