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TheOneYouFear [2017-07-26 21:30:16 +0000 UTC]

Heart Of Darkness: I AM YOUR CREATOR! AND! DESTROYER!
Quincarnon: *Stares at the Abyss*
Heart Of Darkness: FUCK THIS! I'M OUT!

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StarWriter20 [2017-07-25 04:37:38 +0000 UTC]

Quincarnon gazed on the blood-soaked weapons of his fallen comrades, as he couldn't stop memories flooding back to his mind. 

For all the times the holy incantations and spells of Malsara would mend the wounds of Quincarnon and so many others, the loss of her life was a major setback and disappointment, as he failed to save the woman who had healed him so many times. 

His equipment came at a hefty cost, but even more emotional pain flooded his nerves as he thought of it. Jenova was so willing to help him cut the expense with all those relics and trinkets she's gotten, and it pained him to think he couldn't return the favor to her the one time she needed it most.

Irving, being the robust lawman he is, really didn't deserve to die like that. His dog was skewered in front of him, as if only to rub salt into his already festering wounds.

He stared back at the Weald he had just exited, now within close proximity to the Estate. Anger boiled as he called how his companions died. at merciless, bloodstained hands of the Infamous Brigands, following Vvulf, in his mad, egocentric conquest.

"Those Miscreants ARE gonna pay for what they've done back there." Quincarnon told himself, looking at what little was left of his companions.

"And don't you worry about a damn thing Vvulf. I've seen your goons before, I KNOW they're behind this. You can keep all that gold you stole from us now, When the times comes, I'll be sure to make myself a lovely necklace out of your molars."  

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RusFish [2017-03-14 10:50:08 +0000 UTC]

Crannied, but not broken

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