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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted June 09, 2008 11:50 AM |
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Edited by Mytical at 10:43, 10 Jun 2008.
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The plants gathered around Rabidus and begin talking in awe. "The creators were like you, had the same type of form that is. Once we were stuck in the ground, or limited to where we grew, but they made us able to move about. Though we had always been..aware, they enabled us to communicate, and made us a bit more aware. Most were generous and decent, and nice. Some were mean to us, and some even killed us so they could eat our flesh." they seem to shudder as one.
"Then one day, they were just .. gone. We do not know what happened. We had pledged no harm would come to them if we could help it, for they had given us so much. Yet we do not know what happened, and had no way of proventing it. We were hoping you would know why they had abandoned us."
Dusos
Well the island is relitively untamed, and there is no clues as to where the person you seek might be. However, as you land you can see an odd purplish glow to the west. The vague outline of a mist can be seen against it. It is located in a section of forest.
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted June 12, 2008 07:42 PM |
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As he walks along, Fisrah happens upon a very old structure. Some ruins, it would seem. Not much of anything of substantial size, though it hardly matters. He chooses to investigate, and eventually finds a rather large doors to a central building. He would guess that it is a church of some sort. Attempting to open the doors, he finds them locked.
“Well, this is inconvenient.”
The door has been worn with age, so he decides to just crash through the door. He gets ready to rush in, but stops to think before acting. He grabs his sledgehammer, and walks to the door. With all he can put into it, he swings at the door, sending the lock and pieces of wood flying in, down some stairs. Fisrah looks in, noticing what trouble he would have been in if he had continued.
“Good thing I decided not to barge in. Falling down those stairs would not be a very grand part of my life.”
Fisrah opens the doors, and steps in, to the side of the stairs. Wood and hinges lie around the stairs. This was either supposed to be a trap or a hiding place. Either way, it is of no concern to him.
He takes o look around this upper room, with plans on checking out what is below.
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GenieLord
Honorable
Legendary Hero
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posted June 14, 2008 11:04 AM |
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Dusos made it. He has finally reached the 7th island, the legendary place that everyone has dreamed of. But the place didn't look very inviting; there was a high grass which is hard to walk in, especially for a dwarf, there were tall trees scattered, shorter ones were arranged in small forests, some fruit plants, but the fruits seemed poisonous, and there was a constant sound of things curving in the grass, which made Dusos to feel surrounded by scary creatures, which he can't see very well anyway, since he was in the tall grass, that blocked his vision.
But he knew that this is only a part of the island. He could see some mountains, far away, behind a heavy mist, he wanted to get there, and was sorry that he didn't get down of the Roc when it landed in a closer place to the mountains.
Suddenly he understood where he is, and what is the meaning of this. 5 of the legendary Dwarven artifacts should be hidden somewhere on this island. He pull out of his bag an old wrinkled piece of paper. It was written on, in an ugly hand writing: "The Dwarven sword of courage will be found by the sound. Walking in spite of the fear, into the danger."
He understood. He has to follow the curving sounds, those that he fears so much. Those that remind him huge scary creatures. But he remembered what the prize of going against his fears, and he decided that he has to do it.
Dusos started running towards his new goal, the Dwarven Sword, forgetting his mission completely, with his mind paralyzed by thinking of the power.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted June 15, 2008 12:41 AM |
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Mordock ignores the guard and returns to the table to finish up his meal. The entire room cringes as he casually wipes blood off a chocolate cake and starts eating a large piece. One of the gaurds starts to dry heave at the sight.
"Hey, this is really good! My compliments to the chef!" Mordock says as he takes another large bite, this time of a piece stained red. "Where's the chef?"
One of the guards points to a fat fellow dressed in a fancy white apron. His elaborate hat informs everyone of his wealth and staus as the head chef to the nobility. Putting two and two together, Mordock stands up from the table, cake in hand, and walks over to the chef.
"Did you make this?" He asks, mouth full of cake.
"Y-yes" the chef replies nervously with a tinge of disgust on his voice.
"It's really good!"
"T-Thank you, my Lord."
"Tell me something" Mordock says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his gauntlet. "Why are you so fat when those little kids are nothing but skin and bones?"
"What?" the chef dodges Mordock's glaring eyes.
"You heard me. You're a chef, aren't you? Why didn't you feed the kids? Your food is good enough for them"
"Because I was hire to make food for nobles, not trash!" blurts the chef.
Terror fills the room as Mordock grabs the chef by the throat and slams him into the wall, knocking the air out of the pompous chef. He struggles to free himself but Mordock slams the cake down his throat. The chef begins to desperately claw and pull at Mordock's plated arm but it doesn't yield; he is fully at the mercy of the madman.
"I guess this is what you call your just desserts!" Mordock giggles at the morbid pun, joined by the snickering chorus of his canine friends. A few of the braver guards attempt to approach him but are quickly thwarted by the sinister gaze of the four-legged fiends.
"HehehehahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The chef is rabidly trying to break free now, flailing around like a fish out of water, his muffled cries drowning in Mordock's joy. His movements become weaker, barely unable to reach out for Mordock as the fleshbag starts to asphyxiate. "Oh look, you are having your cake and eating it too!!! Seconds later the flailing stops and the room is filled with the pungent scent of voided bowels. Mordock tosses the corpse to the side and walks up to the guard who had spoken earlier, grabbing him by breatplate. The guard stares in horror at the murderous face before him. He gulps.
"If I ever see such skinny kids running around here again, I will rip out your tongue and shove it so far down your wife's mouth that she won't even be able to cry out when I feed you to my little friends here!" The dogs simutaneously lick their chops at the thought of more meat.
"Bu-but" the guard stammers.
"But what?" asks Mordock quietly.
"I don't have a wife" replies the inhumanly stupid guard.
"What?! Fine! I'll...uh" Mordock glances around the room and poitns at an elderly noble. "Then I'll rip out his tongue!"
"Uh... actually hates me. I owe him money."
"It's true" replies the disturbed noble.
"Uh, well, then I'll shove it down that little girl's throat!" Mordock screams as he points to a skinny little girl in chains.
"That's one of the girls you rescued" says the guard quietly.
Mordock glances at the girl, who smiles and waves, glances back to the guard, glances at the girl again, and finally back to the guard. His right eye begins to twitch as he stares intently into the scared guard's face. "You win this round." He drops the guard and motions to the dogs, the door is his destination.
"The point stands! If I ever find out you people have hurt these girls again, I will kill every last one of you!"
"Even the girls?" asks the idiotic guard.
"OH, GO FRIG YOURSELF!" Mordock shouts as he and the dogs leave the castle.
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted June 15, 2008 07:52 AM |
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Mathew was shown the way to open the secret paths, the ones that lead to various other dimensions. He had to go find the rest of the group. Maybe even other allies along the way. One could only hope. He didn't know where they were, and there were any number of dimensions tied to this one. It could take a very, very long time.
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A small figure followed Mordock as he left the castle, hardly missed by anybody in all the commotion. She had even managed to sneak off with quite a bit of food, thanks to the insane one. She had touched him, though, and knew that there was something about him. Something great, but she didn't know what.
Following him for awhile, she lost him for a bit. She had no illusions that he didn't know she was following him. Those hounds alone would have known hours ago. Did he purposely try to loose her? He has to know she was not a threat to him. Her pale eyes scanned for any trace, but there was none. Then she felt hot breath against the back of her neck.
Turning slowly she found one of the hounds. It had circled back around silently, and had snuck up on her. As she thought about running, the canine slightly batted her to the right. It didn't hurt, but it made it clear. She was being led somewhere, and it was smart not to try to go a way the dog did not lead her.
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She was cold and frightened. Running through the forest, she heard the sounds of her captors chasing her. It was nothing more then a sport to them, they knew there was nowhere she could go. Her clothing was tattered and tore by the branches, but the things that chased her was not interested in her body..except as a meal.
As she rounded a bend she ran into Dusos, who was so intent on finding the Dwarven artifacts.
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted June 17, 2008 12:30 AM |
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Fisrah approaches the lectern and the altar beyond. Most of the objects within the room are rotten or worn away with age, but these two seem to have withstood time’s natural affects the most.
Inspecting the lectern, Fisrah happens upon a few sheets of paper. Trying to read the writings proves to be an impossible task, at the moment. Either they are in another common enough language, but not one he is familiar with, or, perhaps, some language that the clergy that worshipped here had come up with on their own. Whichever the case was, he knows he isn’t going to be able to translate them just yet. He places them into his pack, for later.
Next to be looked into would be the altar. Trace amounts of blood remain on the worn away stone. Likely, this was a sacrificial altar. Whoever these clerics worshipped, Fisrah liked; a little, at the very least. Lying next to the altar is a robe; a black robe with a design on it. Not really wanting to wear it, seeing as how it may be of the clergy that worshipped here, under some deity he knows nothing about yet, Fisrah takes it, and just packs it away, as he had done with the sheets.
“This has been, at most, moderately interesting. I hope the lower area has something more exciting than this.”
He heads down the staircase, to the area below. A long hallway leads him to a large circular room. The walls contain coffins; some of which have bones hanging out. Not worrying about the dead, Fisrah walks in, looking around. Unfortunately, or fortunately for his excitement desires, a number of the coffins start to shake. Their lids are lifted up, and slid across the top, landing on the ground with several thuds. About ten skeletons arise from the coffins, and approach Fisrah. Some of them have actual weapons, while the others pick up whatever they can pick up along the way. Fisrah smiles, taking hold of his greatclub.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted June 18, 2008 05:14 AM |
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"Well, well, well. You have a present for me Baron VonWoofenstein VII? That's so thoughtful of you boy!" Mordock happily pats the hound on the head as the other dogs look on with green eyes. Mordock stops and approaches the little girl, who is slightly trembling, no doubt due to the aura of unholy fury Mordock exudes.
His towering frame completely dwarfs the girl, casting a baleful shadow over her. "Why are you following me, little one?"
Awe struck, the little girl is silent. Her eyes widen as a bloody cleaver is held to her face.
"Are you a spy? DID THE CHICKENS SEND YOU?!" he demands. "Because if they did, I'm going to rip off your skin and wear it as a hat!" Gems of water begin to fill the girl's eyes as she stares at the brute.
"Well?" The gems burst, hurtling two fountains of tears streaming down her face. Mordock looks utterly perplexed at her reaction. The dogs sit with their heads cocked as they observe the spectacle.
"Uh, I wasn't really going to rip off your skin and wear it as a hat. Skin isn't good hat material. It tends to burn easily. At worse I was going to rip your head off." The crying girl looks up trembling and begins to sob even louder. Mordock cringes at her banshee wails.
Lowering himself to one knee, Mordock attempts to console the girl. "Ok, ok. Stop crying. I wasn't going to hurt you. I knew you weren't sent by the chickens. Little girls tend to make poor spies." The girl is hold her eyes, scared to look at the sadistic man before her.
"Bitey, go find me something to wipe off these tears!" Mordock orders. The dog bows its head and runs off in a random direction. After a few, long minutes of uninterrupted sobbing and pathetic attempts to resolve the issue, Bitey returns with some cloth in his maw. Unfortunately, the cloth is attached to a corpse's arm. Judging by the copious amount of blood dripping from the hound's mouth, it's a fresh corpse.
"H-Hey kid!" Mordock desperately tries to draw her attention while shooing the confused looking dog away. "Look at me. C'mon. Don't cry." His heavily plated arms flail wildly as Bitey just stares at him. "TAKE THAT AWAY" he mouths quietly. After a few more seconds of resistance, the dog complies and hauls the body off. The rest of the beasts join him in the disposal, giving the corpse a proper, delicious burial.
"C'mon. C'mon. Don't cry. Please?" Mordock pleads. "I honestly wasn't going to hurt you!" The girl lowers her tiny hands from her eyes and looks up at Mad Butcher. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm not good with kids." He holds out a large hand as a sign of concession. "I promise I won't hurt you. If I do, may the chickens come and pluck out my eyes!" The girl sniffles a little bit and reluctantly takes his one of his fingers her in minute hand.
"See, I'm not so bad!" Mordock demonstrates his completely misunderstanding of the word "bad." Mordock then adopts the most gentle tone possible for someone who's killed hundreds of people and dozens of chickens. "Now, why were you following me?"
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted June 18, 2008 06:06 AM |
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The girl hesitantly brings out her haul. Provisions, a lantern, and some rope. The sack is almost larger then she is. Her pale white eyes looks at him curiously, then she shows him some engravings on her collar.
"Being found guilty of Heresy, this person has had their tongue cut out. Anybody trying to aid her by healing this, will be found guilty of Heresy, and recieve a similar fate.
Bishop Foricese the II."
It is the same odd girl that healed him. Apparently she can not talk. Also apparent is that this world has some very disturbed people in charge of it. ((Mordock is finally home!  ))
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GenieLord
Honorable
Legendary Hero
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posted June 18, 2008 12:40 PM |
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Dusos didn't even notice that girl who was looking at him. He just kept running, not losing energy. He was running until the night came. He wanted to take a break, but he couldn't. He will continue, no matter if it takes him days without sleeping. As the thought passed in his head, he stepped on something. It was a large tile, made of bronze. The creepy sound came from a point below it, so strongly, that Dusos thought he would become deaf in a minute.
He lifted the heavy bronze tile. There was a dark narrow hole under it. He slipped inside.
He stood inside a small underground temple, all made of bronze. There was one big torch there, lighting the place with a yellow-blue light. The noises came from it. In front of the torch there there was a huge block on stone, which the sword was put on.
Dusos was very excited. He took a step towards the sword, and the place started shaking, almost like there is an earthquake. A Dragon flew into the room from a hole in the wall on the side.
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted June 25, 2008 11:33 PM |
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Starting off Fisrah attempts to Rebuke them. One of them falls under his command, and five of the others start to cower. With one in his command, he sends that one to fight one of the four that remain unchanged. He, himself, then takes his greatclub, swinging it at another, it's skull flying across the room, shattering against the wall. One after another, the others fall without much of a challenge. All that remains are several piles of bones and dust.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted June 26, 2008 02:06 AM |
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“Well, it looks like we’ll just have to pay Mr. the II a visit then. This girl could have told us where the chickens are and he took away her voice! I WILL NOT BE HINDERED BY FOOLS LIKE HIM!!!” Mordock announces to the world with a thrust of his cleaver.
”You need a name, little one. I shall call you Girly.” The former slave furiously shakes her head, clearly put off my Mordock’s pragmatism. “Don’t like Girly do you? Then how about Fiona?” The child shrugs and after a second, acquiesces to the decision with a nod. “Very good” he scoops the girl up and places her on his broad shoulders. “Get her things, boys!”
The dogs comply and then the troupe takes off, following the winding road ahead.
After a few days of travel and several unfortunate dog-related fatalities, the sextet finds themselves at the outskirt of a very curious town. Not a single sound can be heard coming from the busy looking city. Dozens of people are gathered in a market located in the town’s square but nothing is uttered between them. Head and hand gestures seem to the most common forms of expression, as well as more exotic movements, like pulling and rowing motions. Everyone is dressed very strangely, wearing black pants and striped shirts of black and white. Odd little hats sit neatly on their heads, supplementing the white makeup dabbed over their faces.
“What in the Hells is wrong with this town?” Mordock asks oblivious to the fact that his compatriots cannot respond. Fiona motions to be let down and when on the ground, she knocks on the armor protecting Mordock’s leg and points to the shambles she wears. “Ah, I got it. You need a new dress?” Captain obvious asks. “Well, we should be able to find one here. C’mon.”
The group approaches a stranger in the center of the silent mess trying to peel some sort of invisible fruit. Satisfied with completing the simple task, the quiet soul quickly devours the bounty of the unseen peel and proceed to pluck indiscernible morsels of something from the air and eat them. The whole act seems trivial considering there is a woven basket with a cabbage head resting near his right leg. Tired of watching the man pretend to cut into a steak Mordock approaches him, Fiona in hand.
“Excuse me. Do you know where I can find a dress?”
The stranger’s right eyebrow peaks as he examines the onyx-plated giant in front of him holding the hand of a little girl. His head slides to the right to inspect the gaggle of dogs at the rear. He points in a direction although a bit too subtlety for the Lord of Unholy Fury to understand.
“Did you hear me? I need to find a dress” Mordock says as his patience begins to lapse.
Again, the man makes a strange gesture although with a bit more expression this time. His entire body shifts to the right, led by his arms and a nod from his head. Fiona understands and tugs on Mordock’s hand to leave, but he holds his ground.
Mordock homes in on the young man. “A DRESS! I’M LOOKING FOR A DRESS! HAVE YOU SEEN A DRESS THAT I COULD BUY??!!!” The immediate vicinity falls into an even deeper quiet as the citizens all turn to stare at the odd fellow demanding women’s clothing. Feeling threatened, the man places his hands up to halt the advance. Mordock slams into the forcefield blocking his path.
”WHAT?!” he shouts as the stranger attempts to seal away the madman with invisible bricks and mortar. Unfortunately, such a practice usually begins at the bottom and Mordock easily steps over the nuisance. Two plated gauntlets grab the terrified man by the shirt and lift him off the ground. “ARE YOU DEAF?! I NEED A DRESS!!!!”
“THERE’S A GARMENT SHOP TO YOUR LEFT, YOU IDIOT!!!” the mime shouts back. “I COULD NOT HAVE POSSIBLY MADE IT MORE CLE-“ Pure horror washes over the man’s face and he subconsciously cups his mouth. He’s too late. His defiant screaming has summoned a volley of produce launched by the crowd. Ears of Corn, lettuce heads, tomatoes, you name it, it was thrown at the poor stranger. Mordock drops him to the ground as he pulls Fiona in close to shield her from the attack. The dogs race around happily, snatching up any vegetables they can find, especially carrots. Oddly enough the tomatoes go unmolested.
After ten seconds or so, the barrage stops and everything seemingly returns to normal. Mordock looks down to find the young man sobbing, his perfect white makeup destroyed by thick tears. “What are you crying about?”
“Yo-you jerk! Because of you I, I-I’ve been exiled! To talk is the ultimate sin of my people! When one breaks the tenants of the holy god of mimes, the all-silent Shh, tradition dictates that fresh produce must be thrown at that person followed by immediate expulsion from the community! Thanks to you, I have to leave!” The man continues to sob.
“But the dress shop is to the left, right?” Mordock asks with his usual lack of sensitivity. The pitiful man looks up for a moment and resumes his quiet sobbing. Mordock shrugs, summons the dogs, and heads off to buy a new dress for Fiona.
After an hour or so, the group finds themselves being chased out of the town by an angry mob uttering silent threats and wielding exotic, invisible weaponary. An altercation quickly arose between the shopkeep and Mordock about the price of the Fiona’s new, yellow dress. Not to be bothered with checking for a price tag, Mordock assumed it was free and tried to leave the store, only to be thwarted by the merchant’s silent shouting and invisible cage. The restraint did not last long against the fury of the butcher and the shopkeep was quickly swatted aside like a pest. Unfortunately, by that time, the townspeople were drawn to Mordock’s bloodcurdling cries of mayhem and quickly organized to run him out of town.
Convinced the mob has grown tired of the pursuit, Mordock orders everyone to stop running near an old well. He catches his breath through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed at having to run from such quiet folk but after seeing how happy Fiona was to trying on the sunny gown, he couldn’t bring himself to risk blood being spilled upon it. There would be plenty of time for blood later he thought. A genuine smile appears across his face as he watches Fiona show off her new look to the his canine friends, almost letting his guard down long enough not to notice the silent man creeping up behind him. A bloody cleaver quickly halts the advance.
“RWARRR!!!” Mordock screams which causes the young man to yelp and tremble, blowing the exiled mime’s cover. “What do you want?” the butcher asks as he draws the cleaver closer to the mime’s neck.
“My name is Midus and I” the man hesitates “I’m coming with you! It’s you fault I’ve been exiled and I’ve got nowhere else to go!”
A very awkward silence fills the air as Mordock psychotic gaze narrows in on the poor fool in front of him. Midus the Mime gulps as he realizes the horrible mistake he’s made.
“Glad to have you on board!” Mordock says cheerfully as he lowers his blade and helps the man up. “The more the merrier! By the way, do you know anything about a Bishop Foricese the II?”
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted July 06, 2008 10:28 PM |
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The druid's stern features melt away to a caring visage.
"Do not worry you have nothing to fear from me. Hmm then lead me to the place they used to live, maybe they left something behind."
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted July 09, 2008 12:42 AM |
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A loud crash, followed by several others quickening in their beat, then yelling can be heard from a local library in the human town. Out the doors runs a small humanoid being, traveling at an unusually fast pace for one his size, and yelling out in fear. As quick as he can, he jumps down the flight of stairs, nearly stumbling on impact. The recovery is swift, and he heads for any nearby alleyway. Back at the door, a finely dressed human throws open the door, yelling at the small one, shaking a fist.
“You had better run, you! This is a library! Not some icy pond for you to skate around on! You’re lucky I didn’t see you very well, or I’d have the authorities on you faster than you can…Oh, never mind.”
The librarian turns around, giving up on the chase.
The gnome peeks out, seeing if it is safe now. With no librarian in sight, he steps out, new book in hand. He creeps back up to the door, with a piece of chalk, and draws a quick duck on it. Leaving as fast as he can, he makes his way towards the shore.
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted July 09, 2008 10:17 PM |
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The gnome wandered through the paths of the buildings within the city, eventually ending up at the shore he intended on traveling to. Ducks were what he was hoping for, but none were around. In fact, only a few birds spent any time here, right now; soon to be none. They weren’t as fun as ducks, but they were of some amusement, at the very least. The little gnome chased after the animals, forcing them to fly away, or remain to have something horrible from this twisted gnome’s head happen to them.
With no birds or any other animals around to play with, the gnome was able to focus long enough to see a couple of humans lying in the sand, watching the clouds, and the birds now, pass along the sky. Without hesitation, he went running off to hide. For a minute or so, he waited, allowing the two to forget about his presence in the area. After he felt confidant enough that he was good, he cast a couple spells. The first he cast was Ghost Sound, imitating the sound of and undead spirit. The point at which he cast this was near enough to the two to think it is pretty close. Next, he cast a Dancing Light spell, in the version of a humanoid creature. He sends this humanoid thing walking to the point of the Ghost Sound. The two hustle to their feet, and run away as fast as they possibly can. The gnome grins at his trickery, and waits for them to vanish from sight before he goes to collect anything the humans left behind that he may find of interest.
Having nothing more to do, the gnome walks to the local tavern to get some rest. He finds a flyer lying on the floor, describing the adventure to the central island. Maybe there’s ducks, maybe there’s none. Either way, it may be entertaining to go there anyway. Still, the night’s rest is needed.
After a full night’s rest, including being tucked in by an Unseen Servant, the gnome hops off the bed and runs out of the tavern, in search of transportation to the center island. He finds a nice enough looking boat being looked after by its captain. The captain can be seen with the sails.
“I’d like to go to the central island.”
The captain continues to repair a rip in his sails.
“The central island? You’ll not get too many who’ll take you there.”
“You will.”
“No, I won’t. I never want to get close to that blasted place! The furthest I’d take you to the central island is off my ship. Go find someone else to take you there.”
“I’ll take the ship then.”
Smiling, the gnome starts casting a spell as the captain starts down a rope. Suddenly, the captain starts slipping, sliding down the rope uncontrollably. As he is able to have his feet connect with something solid, he lets go of the rope, stumbling to regain his balance. He almost falls of the ship, but manages to recover before doing so. That is, until the gnome gives him a quick nudge, sending him to the water.
“Thank you, captain!”
The gnome give the captain a wave, then sets sail in a hurried fashion, trying to be quicker than the captain unscheduled swimming lesson. He conjures up another Unseen Servant to pilot the ship, commanding it as needed.
Reaching the central island was more difficult than he had originally thought; even with the additional Unseen Servant that he planned for. By the time the shore was met, it was a surprise, even to him, that it had made it that far. He knew nothing of maintaining the ship, after all.
Extremely tired of the ship, the gnome gets off the ship. Walking the shore, he looks around, watching for any animals; or anything else, as they might show up.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted August 07, 2008 12:49 AM |
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"You never answered my question, Midus?" Mordock asks after taking a large bite out of a potato. The burning barn in 20 feet away casts a sinister light across his face.
"Oh, sorry, no," Midus responds in a gaze, still not entirely sure if it was a good idea to join forces with someone so prone to random acts of senseless violence. The last three weeks have been quite taxing on the rookie mime. "Uh, quick question."
"Shoot."
"Why exactly did you burn down the barn again?"
Mordock gulps down another piece as he watches the canine cadre gnawing on various potatoes and a few birds foolish enough to fly close to the ground. Fiona sits happily amongst the beast, unconcerned with the "why" of anything. "Are you daft? Haven't you heard that when life gives you potatoes, you need to kiss a squirrel, eyes closed, hopping backwards, and then burn down the nearest building?"
"Uh... no," Midus stares into the inferno.
"Well, you are still a bit wet behind the ear. You'll get a taste for how the world works yet," the Mad Butcher replies cheerfully.
Midus turns back to the ebony-covered warrior. "But was it really necessary to knock the farmer out, dress him up as a woman, and sell him to that wandering circus as a bearded lady?"
Mordock just shakes his head. "Midus, Midus, Midus, if only you knew how the world works."
"Clearly you do not know how the world works," announces a new voice states clearly through the night. The four dogs immediately circle Fiona and begin to growl at the interloper. Fifty well-armed soliders somehow managed to sneak up on the mismatched group. "Are you the one called Mordock?"
Mordock drops his potato, draws his cleaver, and stands to his feet. "Who's corpse wants to know?"
"I represent his Lordship Lord Vinsterchild. You are under arrest." States a scrawny looking gentlemen wearing royal blue robes and holding a large scroll. The 50 armed men accompanying him advance on the group. Midus looks completely terrified.
"Oh yeah, for what?" Mordock demands.
The man pulls out a pair of glasses and wipes some dust off them. He unfurls the amazingly legnthy scroll and beings to read. "It is hereby charged, that Mordock the Mad Butcher, Lord of Unholy Fury, the Insane, Kicker of Chickens, Bane of Chickens, etc, etc., is hereby charged with:
1. Homicide
2. Open homicide
3. Private homicide
4. 1,347 counts of Poultricide
5. Larceny
6. Grand larceny
7. Mega larceny
8. Impersonating a judge
9. Impersonating an ugly woman
10. Calling the Arch Duke's wife fat"
"I didn't call her fat. I merely stated that she looks like she has a healthy appetite!"
"11. 19th degree arson
12. Eating meat with a salad fork.
13. Drawing mustaches on Queen Regina's portraits.
14. Robbing a bank and framing the local children’s choir.
15. Stealing the mayor’s underwear and putting it on a scarecrow.
16. Loitering
17. Mass Loitering"
"Mass loitering?" questions Midus.
"18. Conspiracy to loiter.
19. Loitering with the intent to slack.
20. Chewing with mouth open.
21. Stealing all the minute hands off of the town clocks.
22. Punching a Dolphin."
"HE TOTALLY HAD IT COMING!" shouts Mordock.
"23. Interrupting a the king’s cockfight.
24. Robbery with a deadly vegetable.
25. Impersonating a priest.
26. Marrying frogs without a license.
27. Escaping an asylum.
28. Aiding in the escape of others from an asylum."
"You helped someone escape?" whispers Midus. "Who was it?"
A tinge of regret crosses Mordock's face yet he says nothing.
"29. Sabotaging other contest entries to win the 14th annual Hay Day “best of show, ages 9 to 10 category” blue ribbon.
30. Feeding King Enrique's prized penguin to a pack of dogs.
31. Fielding more men then allowed on the field.
32. Impersonating a peace officer.
33. Using a deadly weapon in a non-deadly manner.
34. Moving illegally exported yarn through underground channels.
35. Grand theft wagon.
36. Not signing on the line.
37. Charging a 1,500 gold meal to Bishop Rickford.
38. Eating meat on the weekend.
39. Eating meat on a weekday.
40. Using a catapult to launch porcupines at passing hot air balloons."
"Oh yeah, I had forgot about that one." Mordock chuckles.
"40. Breaking curfew.
41. Child endangerment.
42. Using canines to commit a felony.
43. Throwing pumpkins at passing ships.
44. Running an illegal alligator fighting ring.
45. Deflowering her majesty’s flower garden.
46. Taking all the sesame seeds off sesame seed buns.
47. Breaking a woman’s heart."
Midus again glances at Mordock, wondering who's heart could possibly be broken by such a man.
"And so on and so on," the man finishes after a half hour. "For the crimes committed, you are to be sentenced to death by hanging. Guards, arrest this man."
The men hesitate to follow the orders, aware of the rumor the Mad Butcher can not be killed by convential weapons.
"What are you waiting for?!" demands the robed man.
"Yeah, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to die?" taunts Mordock. He slashes the air with his mighty cleaver. The soldiers begin to step backwards.
"Oh this is ridculous! It's just one man!" shouts the scroll reader. "Forget it! Send them in!" he snaps his fingers.
"Someone special wants to die? Great!" An evil grin flashes across Mordock's face.
"One ruined fence, 400 gold. Destroyed Wagon, 200 gold. Broken vase, 10 gold" a boring voice wafts through the field. Mordock turns to see several floating, balding, thick-rimmed glasses wearing, hunched-back figures reading lengthy parchments. Magic blue gases swirl where their legs should be, allowing them to hover a few feet off the ground.
"Ear plugs everyone!" commands the robed figure. As commanded, the soliders all place small spongy devices into their ears.
"What the Hell is this?!" demands Mordock as he spins around to face the new threat. He lunges towards one but finds something is weighing him down. "Wha-?"
"Your debts outweigh your assets. There must be balance," drones one of the mystic figures.
"We know all about you, Mordock, so we brought along the most sinister of our forces: The Mystic Accountants," shouts the scrawny man above the account readings.
"We will need to liquidate," drones another as Midus tries to in vain to cover his ears. Yet the persistent droning penetrates and the young man finds himself unable to resist the overwhelming urge to sleep. Moments later, he drops to the ground unconscious. The dogs and Fiona follow suit.
"No... no..." Mordock screams as he presses on towards the nearest hovering number cruncher. He grabs it by the shoulder but it keeps reading. His raised cleaver falls out of his hand as he begins to stagger. "I'll... I'll... uh... ki-... kil....." He crashes to the ground with a thud.
"Excellant," mutters the robed figure. "Take him away!"
The soliders stare on and do nothing.
"I SAID TAKE HIM AWAY!"
The soldiers stare at the man but can't make out what he says. A few take out their ear plugs and immediately succumb to the accountant's power.
"Damnit," mutters the man. Realizing his mistake, he signals for his men to round up the prisoners and haul them away.
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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Mathew had finally found where one of his fellow adventurers had ended up. There could be no doubt as to the discription of the person that was going to be hung tommorrow. Mathew had his doubts about being able to free him by himself, and had quietly went around gathering those who had issues with the current laws. Laws are meant to ease peoples lives and make things better, not worse. Sure some could be tedious, but some prices had to be paid for order.
Everything was ready. The authorities were not taking any chances, they had his ally still sound asleep as they strung him up. With a gesture, Mathew's allies started the attack. Before seeing what the ruckus was, they released the lever, dropping Mordock. Mathew gave another motion, and the archers sprang up. One shot the noose, letting Mordock fall to the ground still alive. Then Mathew and the others quickly closed the distance.
Several of his allies died, but Mathew wasn't really concerned. After all, they were law breakers. He himself was not directly breaking any laws..or none that he couldn't justify to himself. He and the remaining allies scooped Mordock up and took him to safety. He knew nothing of the child, and it would take till dawn for Mordock to awaken.
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Message received.
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted August 13, 2008 01:09 AM |
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The druid fervently strode amongst the dense vegetation with the natural grace of a stomping elephant, he was in a hurry to discover the origins of this place. The plants had explained that what he sought was in the heart of the woods and that he would know when he reached it. They were right.
A tall emerald green tower loomed before him, reflecting the weak sunlight upon its smooth surface. It was covered with interlacing arcane glyphs whose meaning or function he could not fathom but he could tell that there was a specific pattern about them. A warding perhaps? There was no visible entrance as he walked around, hmph. The feel of the surface was warm and pulsating, kind of unsettling. As if alive with power.. That's interesting and all but now what? Damned idiots couldn't they make a normal door?
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted September 20, 2008 10:54 PM |
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"I don't bloody care if she just got back, summon the mistress now!" Baron Avis's voice booms across the great hall, sending a myriad of servants, soldiers, and staff off to comply with the order. A large frown hung from the Baron's face. The insult! The audacity! A band of rogues breaks into his barony and steals away his execution victim?! The Baron's sharp features barely contained his fury. Someone would pay dearly for crossing him. And whoever was foolish enough to do so, didn't quite understand the hornet's nest they tossed rocks at.
Within minutes, an absolutely ravishing enters the corridor leading to the great hall. Wearing a torn purple dress, a large leather belt, and a strange device on her side, the woman strode towards the two stunned guards charged with protecting the hall. Up close, nothing short of a goddess stood before the two men. Piercing violet eyes hiding behind glasses, chestnut-brown hair draped across the most emaculate pair of breasts, a body that would corrupt the thoughts of the purest of monks, and a playful smile stopped just short of the duo. But what caught their eyes the most was the gold necklace she wore that had a small, golden skull with ruby eyes that seemed to stare right through them.
“I’m here to see the baron,” asked the woman’s silky voice.
“I-I uh… he… y-you… who… are?” asked one of the love-struck guards.
“Aww… It’s so sad to see the barony lost such an articulate orator to the city’s defense."
“It’s not that I, uh, we ne-“ a sly finger reached for the guard’s lips. A vibrant shade of crimson met the touch.
“Shh... You’re going to hurt yourself if you try so hard. Tell you what, I’ll go see the baron and you continue guarding the good baron with all those…” the finger traced its way down the guards arm “…muscles.” With a cunning laugh, she dropped her finger and entered the ornate hall, leaving the dumb-founded guards in her wake.
“Wow,” sighed the other guard after composing himself.
“I know! Did you see how she touched me? I think she likes me!” the other said with the excitement of a horny teenager. Rolled eyes quickly killed his excitement. “It’s love. I just know.”
“Morons” lamented the woman as she walked across the velvet carpet leading up to Baron Avis. “Those are the men you entrust your life to, good baron? You are surely braver than I.”
“You’re late,” responded the baron coolly.
“You’re staff is incompetent. Did you forget that I just got back from a convention?”
“Ah, yes. How’d that go?”
“Well, it was quite interesting. The first day I attended a lecture on the advantages of using a flat tax method over a-“
“It was a rhetorical question. I have a mission for you,” Avis cut off, shuddering at the thought of hearing more about financial policies. He pulls a small scroll from his coat sleeve and tosses it to the woman. “I want these people eliminated.”
The woman unfurls the document and peruses it. “Interesting… this group rescued a prisoner on the day of his execution. But why do you need me to do it? Surely they can’t be too difficult to capture again. A few assassins, soldiers, and mystic acco-”
“I already tried that and look where that got me. No, you will personally hunt them down and eliminate every last one of them.”
“That’s quite a large group. Someone must have really stirred up your nest, sire. May I ask which one it was?”
“His name is Mordock. His charges are on the back of the document. Needless to say, I can’t allow such a dangerous individual to run loose in my barony. Take some of the accountants, put them to sleep, and kill every last one of them.”
“Hmm… even the child and the dogs?” the woman asks as she raises locks eyes with the baron, clearly uneasy with the thought of murdering dogs.
“Especially the child and the dogs, you twit! What part of everyone don’t you understand?!”
“Very well, I will go eliminate this Mordock and his companions.” The woman bows and heads towards the exit.
“One more thing Mistress Arithmetia,” chimes Baron Avis. “I want proof that Mordock is dead. I want his head.”
“As you wish, baron.”
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted September 22, 2008 10:39 PM |
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Quack continues wandering the shores of the island, in search of ducks, or even anyone who followed that flyer. He found nothing, however. Not a trace. He happily continued his search, though. They may be good hiders, for all he knows.
All of a sudden, that same dark purplish tentacle that struck at the others rises from the waters without warning. It was quite startling to the little gnome. As fast as he could, he cast expeditious retreat and went running towards the island’s center, screaming in fear. The tentacle chases after him, trying to do to him, what it had failed to do to the others. The small gnome manages to dodge, and outmaneuver the tentacles for some distance, until a portal opens upon the ground, causing the gnome to fall in. It quickly closes, preventing the tentacle’s pursuit.
The gnome falls from the sky, flipping, spinning, twisting, turning, and most definitely screaming. Faster and faster he went, quickening his decent to the ground. There was nothing he could do. There was nothing that he had or could see that could stop him. He was sure he would crash into the ground and die.
Quack hits the ground at an amazing speed. At a high enough velocity that he should both be flattened out, and leave a crater in the dirt. Though, the ground just takes him in, as if it were jell, and slowly brings him to its surface. With everything spinning, the gnome manages to push himself slightly off the ground, take a handful of dirt, seeing that it was indeed dirt, and collapse.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted September 27, 2008 04:30 AM |
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1) Rabbit Pants
After another hour of examining, prodding, poking, punching, kicking, and other sorts of manipulation, it becomes clear to the druid that the tower is impenetrable. Certainly a cruel twist for anyone seeking to reap the bounty of its inner-most depths. The arcane symbols stared at the tree hugger, mocking his pitiful attempts with complete stoicism. So close, yet so far away.
"Hey! Frond Fondler! Keep it down will you?! I'm trying to absorb some sunlight over here!" To the druid's left rests a lone, red blade of grass in a sea of green. It's difficult to tell if the plant's natural shade is crimson or if it's just really angry.
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2) With a quack, quack here, and a quack, quack there.
After a short nap, Quack awakens to find himself lying in the middle of a busy sidewalk in a foreign town. A small crowd of onlookers have encircled the little gnome during his slumber.
"It moves!" a woman shreiks, then collapses; the sight of such a strange creature being too much for her system. A man, presumably her husband breaks her fall.
"What does it want from us?!"
"It's small!"
"Oh my gods, it's got a silng!" shouts one hysterical man. "RUN!" The crowd immediately panics and stampedes as far away from the curious little gnome. Unusually, the fleeing pedistrians stay perfectly in the lines of the sidewalk. They seem almost more terrified of stepping out of it than of the terrifying monstrosity lying on the ground behind them.
After the dust has settled, Quack is left alone in the middle of the empty sidewalk. Several businesses link through dirt arms, pawing at those within reach. Orange grass flanks the sides of the walk but there aren't any trees... or anything else for that matter.
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3) Dusososososos
"And what do you think you are doing?" asks the dragon after swooping a few feet above Dusos's head. The enormous serpent lands in front of the man, staring right into his face.
"Let me get this straight. You come into my home, vandalize it by removing a priceless .37th century tile floor piece, and then you want to steal my sword? Who in the Hells do you think you are?"
Taken aback by the dragon's interrogation and not being eaten, Dusos quickly realizes the situation has grown very complicated in a matter of seconds.
"Well, c'mon. Let's hear it!" demands the Dragon impatiently.
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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