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IGG16mthReplied to Darth_WartriarrOne of a few Darius will have
"Report back to the Patriarch, I have found the bloodline," Cessair informed him, a small smile growing upon his lips. "Two young boys, Darius and Alexander Raff, sons of Bill and Joan Raff. They are the sole survivors of the plane crash that happened near Stockdale."- IGG16mthReplied to Darth_Wartriarr
Just gotta keep adding them on.
He didn't know if it was possible, but Darius wanted revenge. - IGG16mthReplied to Darth_Wartriarr
Nope though as the last part says its not something he wants to deal with at the moment and therefore won't be delved into too deeply for some time.
The only reason Darius did not break down alongside his brother was precisely because he had to get his brother to safety. It was only then that Darius could let out the emotions within him yet part of him hoped that would never come to be. - IGG16mthReplied to Darth_Wartriarr
That was the inspiration for it.
In that moment, for a single instance, the entire multiverse bled crimson. - IGG16mthReplied to Darth_Wartriarr
Yep.
Darius focused upon that and perhaps because he did, he was the only one to notice that symbol split apart, the doors opening to reveal a single figure looking down upon them, a cape billowing out to the side in the wind. It stepped forward and began walking through the air. - IGG16mthReplied to Darth_Wartriarr
Yes, pretty much.
The armoured figure nodded its head. "They do. Though they will need to be resuscitated as they perished in the crash." - IGG16mthReplied to Darth_Wartriarr
It is.
"Take them to the ship, we must depart from Earth before others learn of our presence here." The man floated down to the ground, arriving before a beautiful red-haired woman who had wrapped herself around a small child, protecting it. - IGG16mthReplied to Darth_WartriarrCh 2 Lost Family
- IGG12yrReplied to Dean_XXCh 5 Cú Chulainn I
- IGG12yrReplied to Carrots123
Yep.
"I understand," Lefrich replied before gripping his staff in both hands, eyes closed in concentration as he blocked out all sound around him. It was aged, the wood smooth yet wrinkled, dark in colour. The top of it enlarged, almost as large as a spearhead, yet circular in shape. "Dominos Dagda, donum pro me ad visum, et vide quid est occulta." With every word he spoke, wisps of pale blue smoke swirled around the top of the staff, growing darker in colour and number. Then Lefrich opened his eyes, gone were his brown eyes and replaced with a sea of blue pulsing energy.