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- β artika [original],
- β bariyan e kodhi (original),
- β bethany hawke [dragon age],
- β commander shepard (mass effect),
- β darcy lewis (mcu),
- β fiona [dragon age],
- β jeff "joker" moreau (mass effect),
- β nathaniel howe [dragon age],
- β tier halibel (bleach),
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Video β¦ 007
[ The camera pans onto a bored-looking, surly-sounding demon, arms crossed, grinding his teeth, disdain thick in his voice. He stands in the center of a summoning circle, its runes growing on and off, an eerie pulse. ] You defeated my Lord, yet you summon the Kyn, Septim? [ He looks around and below him, laughing maniacally. ] A ward? For me? I see you're no longer the simpering child who fancies himself a master of the arcanβ
Enough! [ Not present in the recording, it is Martin's shout that silences the Dremora. ] I would've rather thrown myself at Dagon once more than summon the likes of you, daedra. [ His tone is full of regret, and self-loathing. ] But if I am to keep others safe, then I must know...
Ah, desperation, I should've known. Even then, that was the only reason why you called me. [ The Dremora smirks arrogantly, teeth rows of viciously sharp fangs. ] I see it in your eyes: you're afraid. Pathetic. Instead of embracing your nature, you gave up your life for these mortals, and you continue to live among them. Weak, doomed to death and failure and loss...
[ And then the Dremora stops, tracing the sharp edges of his sword with his fingertips, then continues in the same haughty, amused tone. ] You can't stop it. To be dragonborn is a curse and a blessing. And you, once possessed by the Dragon himself, it will be so much worse for you.
You will burn the flesh off your enemies, you will rend their bones with your jaws. And you will delight in it, for that is the nature of the Dragon's Children.
The Dragon wakes, Septim. You know this.
I pity any in your path.
[ With a final laugh of malicious glee, the Dremora disappears in a shower of purple sparks. And the transmission ends. ]
OOC: All answers will be VOICE or TEXT for most responses.
Enough! [ Not present in the recording, it is Martin's shout that silences the Dremora. ] I would've rather thrown myself at Dagon once more than summon the likes of you, daedra. [ His tone is full of regret, and self-loathing. ] But if I am to keep others safe, then I must know...
Ah, desperation, I should've known. Even then, that was the only reason why you called me. [ The Dremora smirks arrogantly, teeth rows of viciously sharp fangs. ] I see it in your eyes: you're afraid. Pathetic. Instead of embracing your nature, you gave up your life for these mortals, and you continue to live among them. Weak, doomed to death and failure and loss...
[ And then the Dremora stops, tracing the sharp edges of his sword with his fingertips, then continues in the same haughty, amused tone. ] You can't stop it. To be dragonborn is a curse and a blessing. And you, once possessed by the Dragon himself, it will be so much worse for you.
You will burn the flesh off your enemies, you will rend their bones with your jaws. And you will delight in it, for that is the nature of the Dragon's Children.
The Dragon wakes, Septim. You know this.
I pity any in your path.
[ With a final laugh of malicious glee, the Dremora disappears in a shower of purple sparks. And the transmission ends. ]
OOC: All answers will be VOICE or TEXT for most responses.
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[ It takes a while for a discernible image to appear, the creaking of dried leaves and crushed glass being stepped on, shifting metal accompanying blurry shots of grey and black blotches. Finally, the camera pans into a gloomy sky, then settles onto this. ]
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Yes, I know there. I will be there very soon.