Marcas

Send me a q and ill give you a 15 for free. just be sure to add name and guild affiliation with request plz 44513005

Hail Borg! I'm not good at creating, but i know all the rare locations, monster spawns, and quite a few usefull tricks. When the person steps forward with the ability to create one illl be happy to lend a hand with some information. for those that dont have my icq its 44513005 you must request auth with name a guild affiliation plz

Look forward to fighting by your side again!

all ya gotta do is send me a q borg. I'll always be happy to help ya out.

Well, items found have a max of 100. Only execption is Armor of Fortune-200 luck. and Lucky Necklace-200 luck. If you enhance an item or creat one with a high end ruinic, cap is 140. Althou the cap for bow's has been increased. Not sure what thier cap is thou. Also the luck cap of 1200 has been removed.

C'mon Logan, A big blowhard like you should feel right at home next to frances

*Walks in slowly.....Drops a meers body and a deamon bone head on floor, and leave in silence*

Slaying those that have strayed from the path of virtue at Yew fel gate

Aye! Congrats sir! Now just give us new email address for that wyrm.....

You know ill donate some time Lora

Well if anyone wants to hit the Jersey Shore, I manage a Howard Johnsons less than five miles from Seaside Heights. MTV Filmed live there for a whole summer two years ago. It's a great time!

Slowly turning the page, Marcas finially feels a sence of peace. He lifts his goblet of wine and stares into the fire and begins to relax. He closes his journal he has been writing and lets his mind wander. Finially, he is accepting the fact he's going to be a father. He slowly imagines himself teaching a young lad the fine arcane arts he has become so proficient at. A soft flutter gently behind him brings him back to reality. He leans back and gently removes the message from zepher's leg. The message reads: " Marcas, I must talk to you. Please come to Olympus so we can speak." Signed Lora. He places his goblet of wine on the table at his side, gathers a small amount of reagents into his pouch, and slowly chants "Kal Ort Por". Almost instantly he inside the safe walls of Olympus. The familiar smell of incence greets him warmly. He slowly begins to climb the stairs looking for Lora. As he rounds the corner, he sees her sitting in the chair looking quite nervous. Something's wrong, and he begins to feel fear for the first time in a long time. Thoughts begin racing threw his head. Is she ok? Is the baby ok? Before he can say anything she motions for him to sit. Slowly, she begins to speak. " Marcas.....I dont know how to say this, so please don't say a word and just listen. Marcas, you're not the father of this child. Those dreams I had, well they were real. And I just know that Anfalas is the father now. So you dont have to worry anymore. I love him, and we shall be a family." Without saying a word, Marcas stands quickly and chants again "Kal Ort Por". Back inside his home, sitting in the same chair, he pours the last of the third bottle into his goblet and throws the empty bottle into the roaring fire. "How dare he steal her!!" he screams. He slowly staggers to the wine cellar for another bottle. He sits back in the chair and hurls the goblet into the fire and takes a long pull from the wine bottle. He reaches into his pouch and pulls out the ring he has cherished for ages. The gods themselves inscribed it for him to give to his love. He slowly reads the inscription "Glittering gold nor gems fair can to my love compare." He places it back in his pouch and his head begins to swim. He staggers to the bed and passes out. Swiftly Zepher fly's into the room, and lands on his perch. He waits for his master to rise, but he continues to snore. "Squawk!" He bellows and watches his master expectantly. Getting frustrated at his masters sleep, the phoenix glides to the bed and lands near his masters head. Quickly he pecks his masters head hard and fly's back to his perch. Marcas sits up and rubs his head as room slowly comes into focus. "ok, ok Zepher, just a moment." He pulls the parchment from his leg and reads "All are needed at Olympus for a rescue! Move swiftly and come prepared for trouble." signed Lord Logan. "Wonderful" he mutters as he quickly gathers his things. He places a bowl of food down for Zepher, pats him gently, whispers in his ear, and begins to chant. As his guildmate's assemble at Olympus, he feels thier eye's prying on him. The anger begins to consume him once again. Trying to keep it under control, he begins to meditate and calm himself. Logan appears and explains what must be done to rescue Stryder. Good, he thinks to himself. Maybe this will take my mind off it. He steps in Logans gate and takes his fury out on the Dark Guardians, ripping thier bones from thier rotting corpses to summon Deamon needed to rescue Stryder. As he places the last of the bone in his pack, he smells the slight scent of Jazmine. He quickly turns to see Lora, and she averts her eyes from his. The anger rushes over him like never before. He begins to scream at her, and then it happens. Without even thinking he begins to chant. The air around Lora explodes in fire, then energy, then brutal cold. She falls to the floor in a heap and he stands above her still screaming. He then goes back to Olympus to find the one that stole her. Anfalas shall pay dearly for this. He sits in a chair, and pulls his hat down low over his face. He waits patiently for Anfalas to arrive. Guildmates move about the room. He pay's them no mind, strictly focused on thoughts of ripping the bones from Anfalas's body like he did the Dark Guardians. "Stand Preatorian" someone speaks. He glances up to see five warriors in front of him. "You are to be detained for you actions." "Please come with us sir." Marcas looks up and sneers. "Not this eve lads" as the air around the warriors explodes. Body after Body falls. The grounds of Olympus are now stained with blood, more guildmates come to assist. Marcas, breathing heavily looks at the carnage. The smell of death lingers in the air, and the bodies of his friends are strewn over the land of Olympus. A familiar voice, once silenced long ago, speaks again for the first time in years. "Yessss Marcassss. Serve me again you Ssshall. Shoulssss for the Guard.dian you gathered.d."