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The Iron Tower and 'The Prisoner'

 
Keptah paced back and forth across his study room. A symbol of the Black Dragons and a mask which the gangs ‘The Daughters’ seem to wear lay upon the desk along side the various papers scattered upon the wood.
 
Long has Keptah walked the living realm to make countless enemies and gain a very few allies that could stomach the sinister aura which clinger to Keptah. Many nights ago Keptah had spoken with a man outside the gate which leads to the Common District of Tarantia.

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An Interesting Turn of Events [Part Four]

 [Agatone] shouts: What haunts you man of the shadow? spawn of demons

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~ The Phallus of Amun Ra.. Obtained? ~

(OOCly letting everyone know that the Phallus of Amun Ra was a fake which keptah obtained so the real one is still out there ;) you can PM satet-ga in game and be IC if you want to know more. :) Be apart of his event! :D)

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((Thorgard's Background))

((Here's the link to Thorgard's entire background. NOTE: It's not finished as of yet ;) But can explain alot.))

http://forums.ageofconan.com/showthread.php?t=197820

 

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Through the veil ov Deception

((OOC: This is just to help some people OOCly understand what's going on with the Thorgard plot that is going on.

Thorgard ran into Keptah briefly one night, the two introduced and exchanged names, and afterwards Thorgard had seen Keptah attack Invicta one night(Tesso Thursday.) Keptah wanted to turn Invicta against each other, and test them to see how united they were.

So he confronted Dracaris weeks later and told him of his Three apprentices, and mentioned that one is an archer of Invicta. This was a lie Keptah made, he then gave a convincing story how he branded the archer with a mark that allows him to control the Invictan and then he would cause the Archer to turn on his Invictan comrades.(Keptah never marked Thorgard, this was a lie)

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Satetka,

I love you man!!

 

Everyone, is this ok if I tell Satetka this? I mean this in a non sexual way. I just want him to know, WELCOME BACK BUD!

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Great music video!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgnEU77kcA8

 

 

Seen these guys in West Sac during the Mayhem Festival! Got to shake the hand of the lead singer, that was a big props to boost my day! ^_^ I also saw Behemoth live for the first time!!!

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Shamon of Death

 

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(( Thorgard's Storyline, please read and give criti :D ))

http://forums.ageofconan.com/showthread.php?t=197820

 

 

That's the link! :D Please post comments there and tell me what you think! Cheers! ^_^

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(( Hiya Folks ))

This is an OOC post btw.

Just wanted to start my own thread. Wanted to say again how much I enjoyed you all. I remember the first day I heard about Age of Conan... I always loved the Conan books, and movie, and even the shows. When I heard a in-game friend on EverQuest II tell me that there was going to be an AoC, At first I admit I resented it.

I wanted to stick with EQ2 and not have my two real close in-game pals leave to AoC... It was like an ending of the RP community in EQ2 AB server (As all of OOC was talking about leaving to AoC.) and I was feeling all that gloom and doom stuff. Yeah, I know... It sucked. But then I looked into it and was like "Hey, this stuff actually looks good!"

 

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The End

 
 
 
 
 
 
((Hey guys, it's me. This will be my last message as i'll be busy from here on out. I plan to get on Champions Online once I am not busy and assigned to wherever the Army needs me. This is my going away post, and I hope you all enjoy AoC as I did, You guys made it worth paying for freaking Fifteen bucks a month for a contentless game.

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Good-Bye Cyril

After having the existance ripped from his soul, Cyril had become shattered and reduced to a force of energy. Blackness consumed Cyril, and he was quickly bound to Keptah's will after Keptah had gained control over his body.
 
When Keptah gained control, Cyril's physical features had altered a bit. His once bright blonde hair had become a dirty golden blonde, his once fair skin, had become a dusky rich ivory color, his once bright blue eyes, had turned into a hellish set of canine eyes. His once smaller body, had grown into a larger and far more mascular shape.
 
It was the end of Cyril, now just a force of energy being used by Keptah.

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Cyril Blackheart V.S. Keptah Blackheart

The full moon rose high that night, after Julius the Old Noble left the grave site, a storm raged throughout the windy night, Within the mound where the remains of Cyril lay, a battle was about to take place. A battle of good against evil.
 
Within the dirt mound, Cyril's remains slowly regenerated, within the depth of the abyss, Cyril's soul struggled...
 
The abyss where Cyril's soul stood was black; Cyril looked around, and cursed under his breath. "By the gods, what is going on...?

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The new 'Cyril.'

Weeks passed by since the suicide of the crazed Necromancer. The people of Stygia moved on, and the very estate that Cyril once dwelled within was now a private residence to some wealthy cargo master who used it as a place to store various items and crates.
 
The death worshipping cannibal Cyril was almost entirely forgotten. The various body parts that were scattered upon the rooftop where he fell that night were collected then buried somewhere in the Stygian Province's marsh.

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The Wilted Rose, The Ending...

Cyril stood upon the balcony. Below him, the great city of Stygia. He thought back to the begining... His entire life, and his life long goals... All dead and destroyed now. From the day he met a priestess named Dawn who invited him into the stygian house: 'House Black,' to now.
 
Cyril folded his arms upon his muscular chest. Frowning as he looked down fifty or more feet below him, he stood awfully close to the edge, leaning a bit over the pristine smooth black stone balcony railing.
 
Thoughts of suicide crossed his mind. Nothing left to do but wait for the end, wait for four mobs of soldiers to storm his tower palace and arrest him.

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