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Krystal: Now even more people…
Krystal: Now even more people…
Arandor: Hi
Salmaan looks up and then has a very confused expression on his face. Raaji imitates Salmaan’s actions.
Kilandrè: guarded expression Who are you?
Kirisan: "Boy it is getting crowded here!"
Krystal: Is anyone else going to come flying in here?
Arandor: You can fly?
Out of the shadows steps a sixteen year old. He has black hair and pale skin. From him comes the faint iron smell of blood.
Krystal: Me? I guess… I don't know how I did it before but I did…
Mysterious male: "Flying? Now I know there are magic users."
"Who are you? Gods?"
Kilandrè: faint lavender tendrils curl around her wrists Who are you?
Gim-zhul pulled out his giant hammer
Gim-zhul: Don't even think about it, mister.
"Call me Soáki."
Kilandrè: knowing smirk
Soáki: "Don't try anything."
Krystal: Gim-zhul, your race can't even cast magic, what are you getting all worked up about?
Gim-zhul: You and Darruk can though.
Kilandrè: What are you?
Soáki: "I live here. This could be called my home. And I am a god."
Krystal: You live here? Did you bring us here? And you are a god? I never heard of a god called Soáki.
Kilandrè: That's…not possible
Soáki: "I didn't bring you here, and yes I am a god. And no, you would not know about me."
Darruk: Krystal, I don't trust this guy. I think we should leave.
Soáki: "So why are you magic users here? And trust me or not you can't get past me without giving me what I want."
Kilandrè: The fabrics of the worlds work in strange ways
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