Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170822035703/@comment-28929139-20170822042830

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Pandora was a flash of red and black as she raced up the stairs to the shard. With twelve stories to go and a god- no....demon-given speed, she leisurely jogged up at the dozen spiraling flights until finally she reached a single atticked chamber in the tip of the tower.

Books of every sort lined its narrow walls and religious relics that were in cases of glass, jewel and aurora borealis that lit up the place. Pandora held no qualms in knocking over the bookshelves and shattering lethal amounts of crystal to find what she wanted, by ironically, what she sought most was in an anti-climatically plain brown box of cardboard and housed in a bead of cheap fabric. It was sitting atop a desk covered in cobwebs and dust, but with a smirk, she picked up the box, feeling the shard's very presence emanating from its minute confines like a mist. She pulled out the piece and held it up, laughing with triumph. "Yes! At long last! Ahahahaah..."

Now armed with one of three things, she put the relic back into a nicer case, sealed it onto herself and took off back down the stairs, dragging her hands along the walls. And from them a fine lacework of black roots began to form and grow, giant vines began to sprout and line the walls, tearing through windows and doorways, racing at breakneck speeds from whence they were planted and began to skewer people with its giant thorns. Beneath Pandora's feet, a black grass began to grow and covered the floors in a thick moss and lastly with spitting at the ground at the dead priestess's feet, enormous flowers of blood red began to blossom and knock things over.

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With seeing that Marek just finished raping and spilling his seed into the slaughtered holy slut, Pandora stamped her foot down and just inches beyond it, a small gnarled Marula tree would grown, only sprouting out three branches from which the wench could hang for all to see.

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After doing so, Pandora stood back to admire their work. "If only this could be made a painting...but come brother...we have much work to do." And with that, as they left, Pandora flicked her right arm back, setting fire to the giant root covered church.

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"Yes, finally, some progress." She said in response to Marek, not long after that, their legion rose up and Pandora stood back defensively at first but when they crowded around them and presented them with a map, she raised a brow. "What is this..." She then came forward to take it and open to look over. She read it quickly and then looked up at Marek, not believing what she just read. "Some rich sand brat is responsible for the death of Aizen? THE  Aizen?

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