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|Rules|
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*Popped into existence with a copy of the rules with Malthael’s name written on it in old English lettering and then posts it back up*
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She places a brilliant white feather upon the rules paper, plucked from the flesh of her very exsistance. The feather would have a slight darkened glow as it landed upon the paper, feeling of Azarathian power.
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-Voided by author-
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The Doktor sits in his seat with a leg crossed atop another, then he seems to swipe his hand across the paper. And on the paper, instead of a long line, is his signature. “We are done, yes?” The Doktor stands. “Time to have a bit of fun…” He walks off and disappears into the shadows.
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