equipments for OTS clan seller
{6A{&n {*O{&b{*s{&i{*d{&i{*a{&n {!B{1r{6o{*a{&ds{*w{6o{1r{!d - steel ruler
{1Bl{!oo{8dsta{!in{1ed {!C{1h{*a{6i{&n{6m{*a{1i{!l - cenobite bodysuit
{8P{&l{1a{6t{&e{*d {!S{1h{*i{&n{6gu{&a{8r{1d{!s - flesh hooking manacle
{*Bl{&a{*ck {6B{!a{1n{&d {*of {6t{*he {&S{!h{1ad{6e - laerkai power
{&A {1Ru{*s{1ty {6C{*o{&d{1pi{&e{*c{6e - drill head penile
{*{&<{6*{&>{*<< {!T{1a{6i{&n{6t{1e{!d {*>>{&<{6*{&> - tattoo of servitude
{!A{1h{*r{&i{6m{!a{1n{*'{&s {6P{!a{1i{*n - slasher nipple ring
{6~{&`{!A {1L{&ig{*ht {1I{6n {*T{6h{1e Da{*rk{&ne{1s{!s{&`{6~ - orb of twisted reality
{&He{6l{&m of {6V{&alo{6r - fake hop(zambar)
{!<{6^{*~{6^{!> {1A{&h{*r{6i{1m{&a{*n'{6s {&W{*a{&t{6c{*h{&f{1u{6l {*E{&y{1e {!<{6^{*~{6^{!> - cloud of smoke
{!D{1a{&r{*k {6V{!i{1s{&o{*r {6o{!f {1t{&h{*e {6B{!l{1a{&c{*k {6K{!n{1i{&g{*h{6t - leather blindfold
{!T{1a{6i{&n{6t{1e{!d {*S{&h{!o{1r{6ts{1w{!o{&r{*d - bong
{*C{&h{*a{&i{*n{&m{*{&i{*l {1S{!l{6e{&e{6v{!e{1s - sleigh bells
{6<{1-{*A {&Si{*lv{&er {6a{*n{6d {*Onyx {1Ea{&r{6r{&i{*ng{1-{6> - clarice bow
{!R{1i{*n{6g {&o{!f {1t{*h{6e {&O{!r{1d{*e{6r - unicorn gadling
{1J{!o{*i{&n{6t{1e{!d {*G{&r{6e{1a{!v{*e{&s - black and white leggings
{&<{*+{&> {6A {*Bl{7a{*ck {1F{6l{*o{&w{!i{1n{6g {*C{&l{!o{1a{*k {&<{*+{&> - fillagree necklace
{6A{*n {&O{1r{!n{6a{*t{&e {8Sh{&ea{*th - cummerbund
{!H{1a{*n{&d {6T{!o{1o{*l{&e{6d {!C{1o{*m{&b{6a{!t {1B{*o{&o{6t{!s - blackmoon boots
{&Pla{6t{&e of {6V{&igo{6r - ice cloak
{&A {6S{&p{*ik{&e{6d {&O{1b{&s{*i{&d{*i{1a{*n Band - knuckle spike
potion list for OTS clan seller
{*:{&*{*: {&T{!a{*i{&n{6t{&e{!d {1E{*l{&i{6x{&e{!r {*:{&*{*: - lvl 101 heal heal heal sanc
{*({6\/{*) {&V{*i{6a{&l {*o{6f {&S{*h{6a{&d{*o{6w{&s {*({6\/{*) - lvl 101 mana heal x3 refresh
{!L{1i{*q{&u{6i{!d {1C{!l{6a{&r{*i{1t{!y - level 1 yellow potion of all sight
{6P{*o{&t{1i{!o{6n {*o{&f {1E{!v{6e{*r{&R{1e{!a{6d{*y - level 101 giant strength, haste, protection good, fireshield
{6P{*o{&t{1i{!o{6n {*o{&f {1D{!e{6f{*e{&n{1s{!e - level 101 armor, shield, shockshield, lightning bolt
{!S{1q{*u{&i{6r{!e{1'{*s {&L{6u{!c{1k - level 50 - heal, restore mana x2, sanctuary
{6T{!a{8b{&l{1e{6t {!o{8f {&S{1t{6e{!a{8l{&t{1h - level 20 pill - level 40 spells of pass door, invisible, fly, farsight
deadly combat potion, holy touch potion
Clan portal suggestions
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It was quiet in the hall when Ranec strode in with a grim look on his skeletal face. Without a word, he took a dagger from beneath his cape. I immediately recognized it as LeStat's.
"Where is LeStat?"
"My Lord, I do not know," Ranec replied with in a desperate tone.
I slammed my fist down on the table. "Find him!"
"Sir, I don't kno...."
"NOW!"
"It will be done."
(the king is sitting,staring)
That voice. I know it. But who? WHO?
Is it madness? No. Not madness. Taunting.
(he grits his teeth)
Who dares taunt me? Does he not know me? I am a King!
who? why?
"Enough questions," the King yelled suddenly, to an empty room.
(the king stands, gripping his sword)
The glass-like crystal that was the blade of the Broadsword cut deftly with its corruptive edge through the body of Hodon and fell him in a final arch of his wrist. Inside the black liquid from the deadpool began to glow with a amber aura as the death inspired its locked spirit to absorb a piece of the corpses essence. Another nightmare of a horrific death was trapped within the blade, and Armanon could feel it getting stronger.
Blood splattered the celestial equipment he wore proudly, the leftovers of one of Ahrimans former knights Kalvas, leaving cuts and knicks etched at the mysterious metals. The tactician smiled as he took what he needed from the dead sorcerors body and turned his attention to his companion, a man he trusted in combat as an equal and as a partner.
The telepath was locked in mortal combat. Words screamed over hisses and the sounds of metal clashing, the blasts of storms of telekenetic energy that swept across the streets and ripped into the body of the opponent. Blasts of wind that cut like razors flung itself at the Telepath and still he pushed on.
He had made it only a few steps towards the two, broadsword readied in one hand, held like a butterknife but weighed more than full steel battle-ax. His other hand was covered in the inky midnight colored mass that caught like liquid fire along his forearm and hand. Purified forces of darkness and shadows, a gift from his Incubi soul. The steps were in vein, however, as with a final scream and wave of his hand the telepath fell his opponent in a final storm of energy, and a grin followed as he saw his partner was also victorious.
The equipment that was kept was given to some of the lesser knights. The warriors who had yet to experience full battle and spent most of their time patrolling the grounds and watching over the battlements. Inside, in the war room where strategies and maps were laid out like canvases covering the walls and tables, Armanon sat as the two heads of the fallen Hodon and Thazul were placed on his mantle. Beside him, looking over some ideas that he had written up, was Nimbis. The telepath who stood in battle against outnumbered odds with him. They werent many, the Knights of Ahrimans Order, but they were loyal and proud.
Above all, they were family.
"Farg."
Farg awoke instantly. "Who's there? Who trespasses in my quarters?"
"Does it really matter who i am?"
"It does. My sword demands an answer," the King spoke with authority.
"You do not even see me, Warrior King. Besides, you may want to save the swordplay for your betrayer."
Farg laughed heartily.
"You would laugh at me? You are a fool!" The omninous red glow in the room deepened into the color of blood.
"You are the fool. No one would dare betray me. My anger is the sharpest blade in all the worlds."
"Ah, but your dear Counselor, Deacon, has chosen another pathway."
"Explain yourself, He Who Hides When He Speaks," the king said, anger sharpening his voice.
"Deacon, has raised the banner of Navarre and of Balance."
"What is that to me? I allowed Deacon to leave us. I have no fear that he will come after me."
"You still miss the point. Navarre's followers abhor the undead. Some of your most loyal are undead and drinkers of blood."
Stunned for a moment, the King recovered. "This is true. Still I do not believe he would raise arms againt us, His brothers."
"You underestimate fervor. And the zeal of the Balancers."
"Anyone who attacks my soldiers shall perish. And you, your time of hiding in front of my eyes is over." Farg lunged up, swinging his sword in the direction of the voice. His sword slice nothing but air. The light faded, and the room was empty.
"Who was that," Farg wondered, "and why did he sound so familiar."