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  <title>niflheim || abode of mist</title>
  <subtitle>niflheim || abode of mist</subtitle>
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    <name>niflheim || abode of mist</name>
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  <updated>2010-05-11T20:45:10Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:10649</id>
    <author>
      <name>RAGNA</name>
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    <lj:poster user="armagus" userid="27462027"/>
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    <title>VOICE 000</title>
    <published>2010-05-11T20:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2010-05-11T20:45:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;mdash;Hey, Rabbit, what kind of fucking joke are you playing? Send me back, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Stupid idiot moron of a girl.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place... really goddamn dark, what the hell. &lt;small&gt;Where's a fucking light when you need it? ...Wonder if anyone's here.&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;HELLO?!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; REPLIES FROM THE LIVING ONLY, GHOSTS TAKE A NUMBER.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[irritated sound]&lt;/small&gt; Well, what to do, Ragna? &lt;small&gt;Now I'm really pissed off.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:10415</id>
    <author>
      <name>Locke Cole</name>
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    <title>Death  [Voice]</title>
    <published>2010-05-03T04:38:47Z</published>
    <updated>2010-05-03T04:38:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="-2"&gt;the sound of footsteps stumbling forward seemed so abrupt in the hollowed room, his breath harsh for a few moments before he swallowed, trying to figure out--]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fire?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[the sound of twisting and turning this way and that could be heard, because he was terribly disoriented-- felt singed and sunburnt]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celes?  ...Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;[slumps to his knees, not recognising where he was and hoping that he hadn't just been sent back to somewhere-- back home.  If anything, he hadn't wanted to abandon his friends in Nuadoria.  There was another suspicion as well, but he wasn't ready to face it...]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Where am I?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:10094</id>
    <author>
      <name>Gamma</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="blackfoxed" userid="18753476"/>
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    <title>DEATH - voice</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T05:24:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T05:24:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ yeah just have a few crackles of static and then dead air. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Voice//Filtered from Caim ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone who is not Caim be so kind as to get me the hell out of here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:9817</id>
    <author>
      <name>Caim</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="undeify" userid="16476632"/>
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    <title>03. Purgatory</title>
    <published>2009-09-13T02:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-13T02:49:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[It's time to give sister a break, and he'll take responsibility this time, as apprehensive as he is to do so in any shape or form concerning the foreigners again (not that you could ever tell).  It's not like before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caim stands in one of the halls to the cathedral, and it feels rather empty. This entire place is, after all. He won't look for Itachi, but, that doesn't really matter. The other can hear him all the same.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you're ready to return.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:9625</id>
    <author>
      <name>erielle.</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="misdeify" userid="16845398"/>
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    <title>hello, this is nuadoria delivery service speaking. how may i help you?</title>
    <published>2009-08-31T03:00:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-31T03:00:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[She looks -- exhausted, worn out. Drained out of every colour in her face, but here she is, still trudging in the all-too-familiar land that is Niflheim. Hairs stand on end, and she's as anxious as ever (all things considered, particularly the most recent event--), but now that she has the time, she has to bring them back. It isn't right for them to stay here any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up ahead, the cathedral is looming closer. It only takes a few more steps, and then she's pushing the door open. Poke her head in and try to see who has taken refuge in this structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's three of them, isn't there? But only two can go for now.)]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello--?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:9422</id>
    <author>
      <name>[うちは • イタチ] Uchiha Itachi</name>
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    <title>[ DEATH ] ; action</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T07:30:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T07:30:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ It was several days prior that Itachi had left the sanctuary that was the cathedral -- leaving both Iggy and Eike to serve one another’s company -- as the Uchiha himself scouted throughout the environment that bore a mirror-like resemblance to the land he was in before the fist and sharp object had made its way into his chest. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The creatures that were scattered along the area were quickly eliminated as Itachi swept through the land. A few of said unknown creatures erupted into flames as others were torn to pieces with ease.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
For a brief moment, Itachi sharply inhales, and he closes his eyes. The surrealism was almost overwhelming, being able to watch the others that did not meet the same fate as his own mutter with confusion – purposely Sasuke, with his overdriven concern for Itachi’s own well-being. But lips creased to let out a low sardonic breath as he leapt up a building and letting his soft, barely-audible, steps settled on the roof effortlessly. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:8976</id>
    <author>
      <name>[ Eike Kusch ]</name>
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    <lj:poster user="todefydestiny" userid="20607790"/>
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    <title>.written</title>
    <published>2009-08-26T13:54:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-26T13:55:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This chapel really does feel safe. I wonder why. With this mild lull, I suppose I should write down a list of people that I am planning on seeing as soon as I am alive. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;* Ganta. I hope he is free from where he is imprisoned, that Genkaku was able to listen to some reason. Perhaps, Dai or Caim were able to speak to him(?).&lt;br /&gt;* Sasuke. He really didn't look too good. I hope he is feeling better. It's strange to suddenly speak to him even though we've never met, but it seems wrong to ignore his plight just because of that. What could I do...? I'll have to think on it more. Thankfully, it seems I have a long time to think.&lt;br /&gt;* Shiro. She seems upset about Ganta. I suppose it's merely a consolation, but I could try to have a small carnival for her. Juggling and perhaps Naesala would be willing to do something as well, still.&lt;br /&gt;* Dai. I don't know what to do here. I feel like I should congratulate him on surviving, but that seems too strange. Is there anything that I can say? Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;* Genkaku. Someone should speak to him if no one else has...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing all right with the mirror demon. I don't want to see anyone else here...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:8846</id>
    <author>
      <name>[うちは • イタチ] Uchiha Itachi</name>
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    <lj:poster user="cannibar" userid="20812241"/>
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    <title>[ death; ]</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T05:28:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T13:24:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ Well yes, Itachi is dead. But even so, he lets out a soft exhale of something akin to that of relief -- no, he is not pleased with the outcome, but it could not be helped. But one way or another, he seems to be content with breathing properly once again.

Still, he doesn't say anything, instead he stands up with a hand to his head, and his once-blurred vision comes back to life as red hues gaze along the area before crossing his arms against his chest: simply waiting with his head lowered. 

It honestly did seem as though death was the most effective cure for his illness (The irony was almost laughable), and for that, he can only let out a low breath. ]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:8651</id>
    <author>
      <name>[ Eike Kusch ]</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="todefydestiny" userid="20607790"/>
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    <title>abodeofmist @ 2009-08-21T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-22T01:58:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T02:48:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ganta is ... I thought he was looking for his friend. What happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genkaku! Give him back! If you don't -- I ... I don't want to see anyone else end up here. This isn't just for me, but for you too! Just think about what you're doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he can hear me ...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:8322</id>
    <author>
      <name>[ Eike Kusch ]</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="todefydestiny" userid="20607790"/>
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    <title>death.</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T00:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-19T05:54:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What in the world--? Hello? Is ... anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Am I dead ... again?&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:8026</id>
    <author>
      <name>i g g y</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="pteric" userid="20277814"/>
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    <title>[ DEATH ]</title>
    <published>2009-08-15T11:30:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-15T11:30:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ iggy is newly shot dead and, unsurprisingly, not in a very good mood. it's awfully lonely in deadland today. he's sitting around since he's not quite willing to risk wandering around blindly (especially not in what is potentially hell and/or heaven and/or purgatory), and is just -- waiting for something to happen. grumbling under his breath, ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... isn't this just great.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:7785</id>
    <author>
      <name>erielle.</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="misdeify" userid="16845398"/>
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    <title>enlightenment ♚ voice.</title>
    <published>2009-06-18T03:04:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-18T03:04:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">. . . Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little late, and I apologize for that- I'm not quite sure we've all met before, but I remember conversing with some of you. My name is Erielle, High Priestess of Nuadoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then- &lt;small&gt;[pauses, her voice gradually softening]&lt;/small&gt; would you all like to come home? I'm certain that they've all missed you.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:7561</id>
    <author>
      <name>Aerith Gainsborough</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="curatia" userid="16550717"/>
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    <title>#001 - Voice</title>
    <published>2009-06-10T23:00:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-10T23:00:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll let us go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Right?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:7203</id>
    <author>
      <name>Azmaria Hendric</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="healing_hymn" userid="17314067"/>
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    <title>Death 001- Voice</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T16:40:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T16:40:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;This...&amp;nbsp;It isn't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those rules don't apply here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I&amp;nbsp;won't give up. I'm not that frightened child anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dead silence for a moment before she realizes that this thing is on.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm so sorry...! I didn't know that this was on. Ah, is anyone else here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;[She can still be pretty clumsy. Some things never change.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:7057</id>
    <author>
      <name>ezio auditore da firenze</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="overmood" userid="14083935"/>
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    <title>DEATH 001 ➢ voice.</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T06:14:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T06:15:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-- Son of a &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;[ YEAH, that's all you get from him, guys. :| ]&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:6733</id>
    <author>
      <name>n o t h i n g ;</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="absolute_npc" userid="15769745"/>
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    <title>event log .02</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T19:31:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-03T02:53:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rules &amp; info;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: this plot event will be run as &lt;b&gt;a linear comment/action log.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: &lt;b&gt;comment/action log&lt;/b&gt; = your replies do not have to be epic long and amazing. We care more about progressing the plot and having fun than how creatively you can write a sentence. ♥&lt;br /&gt;.: it may or not have an assigned logging order, depending on how many characters are present in the plot. This is at player discretion.&lt;br /&gt;.: if there is a player order, &lt;b&gt;the wait time for a response is 48 hours before the person may be skipped&lt;/b&gt;, for the sake of trying to keep the log going. AT has a very bad habit of dropping logs, and it'd be great if we could do everything to avoid that here.&lt;br /&gt;.: &lt;b&gt;MORE INFORMATION &lt;a href="http://expergisci.livejournal.com/1300.html#cutid2" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: &lt;b&gt;QUESTIONS? &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/absolute_hold/8422.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: &lt;b&gt;OOC PLOTTING &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/absolute_ooc/140810.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#e5e5e5" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="1" width="550"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#fafafa"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#666666" face="verdana" size="1.5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATMOSPHERE INFO, DETAILS, &amp; OBJECTIVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/e8cc2efae69910f53e65926afb1713f7e329d43bb93f456ad82e80c2a8a80da3/P2WlxyVijxKvg25r9c1WUUMdsf-ah7h01h3SCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgrElBwChw_sUtT3iA:ksNVEt1KZqiqzmJmLbTsIQ" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color="#666666" face="cochin"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBJECTIVE ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the unbalance in the planes with the destruction of the city, there is a rift in the planes themselves.  A hole, per-say, has been created in each, allowing unparalleled access to all of them should you be able to find them. The hole connecting Niflheim to Assiah, the living realm, is in Keter, which Fallon is aware of.  Should the group reach this rift before things are fixed, they should be able to escape Niflheim, and the dead should automatically regain their lives without penalty, as they were not assisted in their return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape the Abode of Mist with Fallon, via the tree of life structure at the "Keter" pillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENEMIES &amp; OBSTACLES ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the dungeons, the group may encounter some various forms of childs wandering the corridors or the sewage areas. They'd be rather low class and most scavengers/parasitic type, which means they'd be smaller and more of a nuisance than anything.  Within the cathedral, itself, they have nothing to worry about, similar to as normal in the Abode of Mist as it's still a safehaven.  Once they enter the tree of life, their only obstacle will be Caim's interference and the concept of the tree being a maze for the group rather than a procession of trials (they can't open doors or do anything to "open" passageways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/b&gt;, and this is up to the group as a whole (or rather, a majority of you), so please decide in &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/absolute_ooc/140810.html" target="_blank"&gt;this ooc post&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to do it, there is &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; child in the dungeon that can cause havoc for the group. It is the &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Xfk9DMa6dYY/R0KW8xJvb1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iZsFI_Wri-E/s1600-h/minotaur.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Minotaur&lt;/a&gt;, and unlike the other childs, it's not low class at all. In fact, it's almost damn well near invincible, and your characters would do better to run from it/find ways to foil its pursuit of your characters rather than try to face off with it. &lt;i&gt;If&lt;/i&gt; your characters come across the minotaur, be prepared for all rules of the game to change. It will chase the group through the dungeons, through the cathedral, &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; through the tree of life. No matter what is done to it, it will be in constant pursuit, not always directly behind the group, but showing up at random times to try and... well, kill them. Or rather, destroy their souls, since they're already dead. The Minotaur's entrances/exits will have to be controlled through the NPC account, so please make it known if you'd like to deal with it or not, so the mod is aware if it needs to be monitored of when it throw it into the mix of things.  The only place the Minotaur will not follow the group is if/when they escape the Abode of Mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SETTING ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;; ⇒&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;b&gt; dungeons &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lothissen.co.uk/TEST007.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The dungeons&lt;/a&gt; are dark and murky, typical for a medieval styled dungeon setting one would think of during the times or described in storybooks.  Cobblestone, mildew, stale and wet air, dark and poor lighting&amp;mdash;which proves to be quite primitive for Nuadoria for some of its other technological advances. Perhaps, someone at some point, decided technology was not the way to serve the ones who deserved imprisonment, and the feral, primitive nature of the past was the best was to deal with the ones considered unworthy to be let roam free in the world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters will notice many many cells, and while Fallon is the only living one, the dungeon does present many many dead. These cells were quite full at some point, and it could be left to speculation if these people died when Nuadoria was destroyed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the Abode of Mist does not have the psychological effects that the living plane of Nuadoria does (and the cathedral itself is a safehaven to psychological effects there), characters may or may not encounter ghosts or hear voices of the "dead". They won't see anything directly. But it'll be footsteps from behind as if they're being followed, or random bouts of screaming, or something from the corner of their eye. Complete scare and terror tactics. Take it to the extent of what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dungeons consist of three main areas: the actual cells, the pre-detainment area, and the sewers that separate those two areas from the exit. Most of the monsters and predators will be in the sewers, and this where the Minotaur would be lurking, preying off the parasitic childs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;; ⇒&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;cathedral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.odinstudios.co.uk/images/gothicFS.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The exit&lt;/a&gt; to the dungeons will lead the characters into &lt;a href="http://image24.webshots.com/25/0/2/56/32000256GHuByMceRl_fs.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;a back hall&lt;/a&gt; of the cathedral. Following the hall will lead them out to one of the adjacent wings, near where the tree of life is. This part of the adventure should be relatively calm, save the only light will be from the large class windows littering the hallway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the players decided to have the Minotaur engage with the characters, however.... well, just recognize there is only &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; entrance to this hallway and &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; exit. And the hallway is quite long (the visual would be from somewhere close to the end of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;; ⇒&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;b&gt; tree of life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree of life will be rather frigid, icy, and bare. Be careful, it's slippery! Don't lose your footing, because if you fall off the platforms you will face the same consequences that the living do.  Caim's obstacles will be a nuisance here to watch out for, but they will also hinder the Minotaur's pursuit if he's in chase (really, it's indiscriminate).    Unlike in the mortal realm, where the tree's pillar vanish and appear as characters successfully progress, the entire structure of this place is solidified and laid out.  The problem is, some paths are dead ends. Paths that have been opened in the mortal realm have had the bonelike walls blocking their paths crumbled, which will allow the characters to pass through.  Think of this place as a big maze, with no walls (the "walls" is the blackness you fall into should you fall off the platforms or the paths). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, consider how dangerous it is should the Minotaur catch you here, but remember, it's susceptible to the same limitations you are. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Rendered images linked from: &lt;a href="http://www.odinstudios.co.uk/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Odin Studios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur image linked from: &lt;a href="http://andrewtrabbold.blogspot.com/2007/11/minotaur.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Andrew Trabbold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:6603</id>
    <author>
      <name>gunsight</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="gunsight" userid="8947240"/>
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    <title>[o1. Death] [Voice]</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T07:56:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T07:56:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[Tseng sounds, strangely enough, calmer than he has for a long time. Maybe death suits him. It is a common saying amongst the Turks that they'll rest when they're dead.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, then. It seems that no one has an idea of how to get out. Please correct me if I'm wrong; I haven't had the chance to talk to many of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I understand the rush to return to the land of the living, it does seem prudent to take this opportunity to have a look around - perhaps there may be things here that would be useful upon our return. Clues to a way back to the worlds we came from, perhaps, or to the motivations of the ones who keep us here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[He pauses. It's a lot more than he's used to saying on a public post.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating taking a walk outside. Does anyone care to join me? Or are there, perhaps, things we should be careful of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[Enforced idleness doesn't suit a Turk at all, after all.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:6270</id>
    <author>
      <name>Kairi</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="radiantdestiny" userid="16657908"/>
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    <title>001 [death ; voice]</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T04:09:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T04:17:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The transmission comes through with a voice that is soft yet more upbeat than she's sounded since her death.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that... it's taken me so long to talk to you.  There aren't many of us here, but I still don't think I've met everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we haven't, my name is Kairi.  Everyone has so much they're dealing with, but I'd really like the chance to know you.  Nobody should feel like they're alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who... he thought that it wasn't right to say that everything will be okay when you don't really know what will happen.  But he was wrong.  Hope is the strongest weapon we have against the darkness we face.  That's why it's more important right now than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all wishing we could change things, and we have others that we would like to be with.  But remember that even if we can't see them, they're waiting for us.  Here and back home.  Until then, we should try to help each other.  No matter what happens, we can lend our strength.  And together, we'll make it through this.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:6135</id>
    <author>
      <name>うちは サスケ [Uchiha Sasuke]</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="scales_shed" userid="15959477"/>
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    <title>[death] |3 - voice|</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T17:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T17:32:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[The sound of the communicator crackles to life. At first, the only thing you can hear is a soft pacing - if that depending on the quality of the recording. Sasuke huffs slightly before speaking in a low voice.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, grow up. This is no time to fuck around. All of you died for one reason or another. Whether it was because of your own stupidity, or because of someone else, you are dead. Stop acting like this is a vacation. If you want a reminder of what this place is like, go outside. Trust me. You'll remember how serious it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[pauses for a minute before growling]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still want my fucking sword back.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:5672</id>
    <author>
      <name>Miura Haru</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="sweetestfool" userid="16214299"/>
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    <title> {DEATH} oo1</title>
    <published>2008-11-25T00:03:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T00:03:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ Haru had just been going out to get some more food for just a few minutes. She felt guilty that everyone was working so hard to fight and protect others, including herself, so she just wanted to throw something small as an appreciation gift, that's all-! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she obviously should have done so a lot sooner, because the last thing she remembered was an almost impossibly huge flaming sphere headed toward that damned unpredictable city and she couldn't even move a muscle. She must've looked so pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haru awakes with a start and whips her head around panicky and with labored breath, as if she had just woken up from a horrible nightmare. She barely takes in the scenery though, and doesn't even take in the uneasiness in her stomach and just passes it off as an effect from the panic ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Hahi-! What- What happened?! Where am I?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;... Could- that have been a dream, maybe..?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Hello..? A-Anyone here..?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:5378</id>
    <author>
      <name>mitarashi anko.</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="sealedcurse" userid="16901559"/>
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    <title>so into the desert we go; 02</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T20:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T20:40:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[&lt;i&gt;by now, most of the dead, those that have been so for a while and those still newly-murdered by the giant space &lt;strike&gt;cock substitute&lt;/strike&gt; rock, have likely been gathered up and deposited in the same place: the cathedral.  anko watches them from her position on top of the pipe organ (it's a cathedral, some things just come with the general ambience), one hand resting propped up by a knee, her other hand buried in her pocket. she does this for a while, actually.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;finally, she sighs, shaking her head; when she lifts it again she's grinning.  she hops off the pipe organ and lands with a huff, pulling a kunai out of her pocket and twirling it around in the air and (briefly) around one finger like a baton, almost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i&gt;once she reaches a point she deems sufficiently centered that probably everyone who looks marginally attentive can hear her from, she snatches the kunai out of its spin (by the blade, even) and looks around.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.  HEY. &lt;i&gt;HEY&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored sitting around here doing nothing!  Are all of you that thick-witted you can't think of anything else to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;small&gt;[&lt;i&gt;she laughs, sounding immensely pleased with herself.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;  So I got this bright idea that we could all use something to take our minds off how we're all dead and our &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; are probably all gonna try and kill themselves too to get us &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody up for a game of Truth or Dare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc note: since the original plan for this post was nixed we're going to try something else, sorry for the confusion! lmf ;;;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:5344</id>
    <author>
      <name>♥ haruno sakura ♥</name>
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    <lj:poster user="harunoblossom" userid="17110208"/>
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    <title>death 001</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T02:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T02:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[When Sakura finally comes to, she has no idea where she is. She sits up, looking around, wondering when exactly she got here and what had happened to that giant meteor in the sk-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh. The last thing she could remember was the meteor getting closer, and closer, and then--] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I--what? Where is this? Did I-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[She breaks off, wrapping her arms around herself] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh... anybody? &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:5117</id>
    <author>
      <name>Hanatarou Yamada</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="oshibana" userid="13762796"/>
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    <title>[death] ❀ 001</title>
    <published>2008-11-22T18:20:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-22T18:20:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[&lt;i&gt;He awakes slowly amidst weak, mumbled protests directed at whatever imaginary attackers he's been fending off in his dreams, finally sitting up and wiping a bit of drool from his cheek--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then his groggy eyes gradually come into focus and he remembers what just happened, jumping up with a start.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah--! Is this-- &lt;small&gt;Oh no.&lt;/small&gt; D-did everyone else make it out? &lt;small&gt;Ha... I was really useless, wasn't I?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[&lt;i&gt;There's a pause as he looks around, anxious and uncertain.&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Um.&lt;/small&gt; I... I don't really know what I'm supposed to do now.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:4713</id>
    <author>
      <name>Uzumaki Naruto</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="frogfaced" userid="16907620"/>
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    <title>[death] ★ one</title>
    <published>2008-11-22T16:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-22T16:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[groans as he starts to wake, rolling over on his back, mumbling something about five more minutes, before his eyes open wide and he jumps to his feet, looking around hurriedly]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's -- &lt;small&gt;[eyes widen as he realises where he must be, remembering the meteor and not having enough time to get out]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;?!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:abodeofmist:4552</id>
    <author>
      <name>Tsunayoshi Sawada</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="flamelike" userid="15690604"/>
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    <title>[ death ] 001</title>
    <published>2008-11-22T07:32:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-22T07:35:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ Tsuna awakes with a start - as if he's awoken from a mere nightmare. Because no, &lt;i&gt;no, no no&lt;/i&gt;; he had tried to find shelter - had tried to protect the others in the process. He thinks that not even &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; could get so unlucky as to die &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;, when he had too much to do here - at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't even catch his own breath before speaking. Barely takes in his current surroundings--the church in front of him, the darkness of the town around him - the uneasiness that the city had given him beforehand was only worse. But, he doesn't have the mind to think about that, rather... ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... I--&lt;b&gt;DEAD&lt;/b&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-Reborn's going to kill me--.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ and he gets up, struggling as he does so, finding it difficult not to trip over his own feet in the panic of it all. ]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiie! W-What do I do?! What should I do?! Y-Yamamoto and the others! Haru...! ... Gokudera-kun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Is there a way back--?! T-The others--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;P... Please be alright...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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