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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted September 28, 2008 11:00 AM |
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Clank..*whistling sound*...THUD...silence. Slowly some..thing begins to move. The fall would have killed any ordinary person, but May have never been anywhere near ordinary. She stood slowly, her 7'6" frame almost hitting the ceiling. Her arms were like small tree trunks, and she was dressed in raggedy prisoner clothes.
Slowly she looked around through the slits in the mask, and noticed several bones and corpses around. This place had been used for a dumping ground for years..and it was obvious she was the first to survive the fall.
*Rattle* she looks at the huge chains adorning her wrists and feet. As if these puny tin foil links could have held her if she had not allowed them to. She snaps them off easily. She had tried to explain that she was not dangerous. That the vendor had not listened to her warnings, but she scared them all. She was near impervious to pain, and at least 3 times as strong as even the strongest male from her world. What they could not control, they destroyed. They knew they could not control her.
Nothing for it..she heads through the nearest exit, dragging part of the chains that once bound her as a weapon.
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted September 28, 2008 08:23 PM |
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Rabidus cocks an eyebrow at the unusual plant.
"Frond Fondler? Uh yes I am him! Truly! I apologize for momentarily depriving you from your source of solar power, I will soon be on my way. Do you by any chance remember when I was last here?
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AlkarRahn
Promising
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Divine Arcanist
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posted September 30, 2008 06:51 PM |
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Quack rises to his feet, with enough effort to maintain his balance. The view is still spinning slightly, and also a bit blurry, but it all clears up in a few seconds. With it all clear, that question of 'What does it want from us?!' comes to mind. He turns around, toward the area the others went, yelling out
"I want ducks!"
No ducks can be seen, though. Just business buildings, orange grass, and the dirt under foot. A very disappointing sight. Quack walks along the dirt path, past the businesses, looking into each one. Most of them give him a weird look and close up as he walks along, fearing the short, unfamiliar being. Though, one doesn't. More out of the fact that the owner seems too busy to notice the strange little creature, than it was wanting to have anything to do with him. Either way, it was someone he could attempt to talk to. Any other time, and he wouldn't miss the chance to see what he could do to cause some trouble, but he wasn't sure of what was even happening.
Quack walks up, behind the person, asking, "Where are the ducks?"
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted October 01, 2008 04:51 AM |
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May day! MAY DAY!
Not surprisingly, being a prison and what not, the nearest exit is guarded by a heavy iron gate. Judging by the layers of rust hugging it's frame, it's been poorly maintained. Most likely it has never been opened, which would explain the piles of unattended corpses.
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Rabbi Idus
"He was just here, as in right now. Pounding on the door like a moron," the blade says sarcastically. "You're the frond fondler, genius. Wow, with such potent observation skills, no wonder you haven't been able to access the tower."
Clearly this is the most obnoxious blade of grass poor Rabidus has had the pleasure of conversing with.
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Two ducks walk into a bar...
The person, a timid elderly man, jumps about a foot, trips, and stumbles off the sidewalk. Nearby gawkers stop and frown, clearly sorry for what fate awaited the old man. A pronounced look of mortification clawed at his face and then with a loud pop, he's shot into orbit by some unknown force. As his body hurtles towards the sky, the crowd's gaze falls on Quack and snears replace frowns. A bottle of Che'Otrt, a fine vintage enjoyed by all, crashes into Quack's head as the crowd turns violent.
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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 October 01, 2008 05:58 AM |
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May looked at the door barring her way and sighed. Who builds a door in a place where nobody ever came out alive? She studied the door. It would take work, even not maintained it was steel, but she could unhinge it. She slammed into it, it barely moved, but it did move. It was going to be a long, long night, and anything within 500 yards would hear the racket even if they were deaf. May shrugs and puts her shoulder to it again...and again.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted October 01, 2008 06:22 AM |
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Mother may I?
After 3 more brutal slams, the door goes sailing into the stone wall. A deafening clang echoes throughout the corridor. The corridor runs in either direction. Disoriented from the drop, May has no way of knowing which way she originally came from or what lays ahead. Whichever way is picked must be done so quickly. Already rapid footsteps can be heard clammoring towards the cell.
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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 October 01, 2008 06:28 AM |
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Unworried about the approaching footsteps May turns to the right and proceedes. Hefting her chain to be ready just in case for some reason they have posted guards down here. Why, she could not fathom, but then again most people didn't make sense to her. For instance her mask. They had welded it onto her face, to her flesh, with a torch. What sane people do something like that? Even with her high tolerance to pain it had hurt horribly.
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AlkarRahn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Divine Arcanist
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posted October 02, 2008 04:45 PM |
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The sight of the old man being sent flying is, in a way, quite a fun sight to see. The fact that, it appears, he can’t hold his liquor was very unpleasant, however; painfully unpleasant. But hey, it’s something gained, relatively for free. Quack picked up the bottle from the ground, and then looked up to see that a mob of angry-looking people was heading his way. An idea came to mind. Something that he thought could add to the fun. With a look of fear upon him, he allows the mob to come together. After a while he casts a spell of grease on the ground, hoping to send more people into the orange grass.
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted October 02, 2008 04:59 PM |
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Why you little prick you'll regret the day you were planted! Or not, where are my manners. I'd like you to meet my little friend Razorleaf.
Rabidus taps the top of his wooden staff and the carnivorous growth stirs, its tangled vines waving maliciously. If the plant had facial features it would probably be grinning.
To think that all I'm doing is to restore our planet's flora to its former glory and they don't even go along. So, what should my observational skills have warned me about?
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted October 06, 2008 10:00 PM |
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Mordock/Midus/Fiona/Matthew/Bitey, Taily, Barky, Baron VonWoofenstein the IIX '08
"So why exactly did we bother saving him, sir?" One of Matthew's employ asks with a disgruntled look as he gazes at sleeping body inside the tent. The rescuers were hardly enthusiastic about the plan to rescue Mordock considering all of the problems he's caused. As far as many were concerned, it would have been easier to let the lunatic be executed and find someone more stable to aid in their endeavors.
"Well, let's put it another way. Would you rather have him working for us or against us?" Matthew dabs away the gathering sweat on his brow, not fully convinced of what he is saying. Mordock was greater liability than he cared to admit and he knew his men wouldn't stand such a loose cannon for long.
"Be that as it may, wouldn't it be wiser to seperate ourselves from him, sir? He tends to cause a lot of damage wherever he goes. I don't see how we can utilize his... talents to investiage the mists."
"I'm sure we'll think of something. All that we really need to do is turn his weird poultry obsession against whomever we face. Mordock will be compelled to follow through and we can take care of the rest. It's really a win-win situation."
"Sir?"
"It's simple. He'll either kill everybody in his way or get killed in the process, offering us a great distraction either way." Matthew makes little effort to hide his colors in front of the unconscious killer. "We'll be rid of him soon enough."
"What about the others, sir?" asks the employee with a turn of the head, convinced there was someone eavesdropping. The scan reveals nothing and he returns to his original position.
"When the times comes and if they survive, we'll dispose of them. Frankly, I have no idea why he's traveling with the band he is. A mute child, four dogs, and a mime? What the Hell is he thinking. At least none of them will talk, huh." Matthew says with a wicked grin. The employee laughs.
An invisible cup draws away from the tent, queitly placed in an invisible pouch. A disturbed Midus slowly retreats back to the others as shouting fills the camp.
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2 + 2 = 5? Wait...
"The things I do for money. *sigh* Oh well, gotta do something." Calculina laments as she appraoches the wayward campsite. Five magical figures hover around her, carrying protractors, calculators, abaci, and other adding devices. The Mystic Accountants. Five of the most boring killers on the planet and they answered only to Baron Avis and Calculina. Demons spawned from the pits of Mathemar that hunted their prey methodically. Their style was brutal yet effective; bore them to sleep by reciting financial reports or cause them to yawn so hard their skull would snap in twain. Rarely did Calculina employ them to kill (that pleasure was hers) but orders were orders. The one known as Mordock was to be eliminated at all costs so all the stops were being pulled.
"Are you sure about this? There's a kid in there. We don't have to kill her do we?" Mr. Calculator's expression was sad. It had become a ritual of sorts. Every time Calculina was sent to exterminate someone, he would attempt to convince her she didn't have to. And every time he received the same response.
"If Avis wants everyone dead, everyone has to die" Calculina replies coldy.
"But a child?"
"I could care less who it is. Every corpse brings me closer to Mordred and Jane. Soon, they'll be the only people left to kill. Now enough of this emotional nonsense. There's work to be done."
A wave of the hand sends the accountants into the camp and triggers the alarm. Dogs began barking, mercenaries barking orders, and boring recitations of assets and debts filled the sky. Soon their would be blood and a fresh head would rest at Calculina's side.
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Not April, May. Duh.
A troop of guards stopped when they came upon the amazon. None advanced on the unnaturally tall woman, paralyzed with indecision. Fighting might get them killed but letting her go might get them killed. Not the best of choices.
"Uh... surrender" ordered one meakly.
"Yeah, what he said" squeaked another.
"Don't make us, uh, you know, hurt you and stuff" chimed another safely behind the others.
Clearly guard duty was a lax job and these men had little experience with escaping prisoners.
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AFLAC!
Pandemonium. The grease caused everyone to slip and slide in every which. Dozens of the mob were sent streaking for the atmosphere, disappearing from sight. Others remained grounded.
As the twisted gnome admired his work, one such person slid towards him, barely missing. The second person, a young girl, didn't. The gnome hit the greasy sidewalk hard and flew towards the grass. One mortifying second later, Quack was launched into the sky at a phenominal speed.
After a few minute of soaring through the wide blue yonder, the gnome erupted from the clouds and hit his head on something hard, knocking him out cold for a half-hour.
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Treehugging dirt-worshipper
"Oooo... looks like someone is compensating!" taunted the obnoxious piece of grass. Either he was incredibly brave or new something the druid didn't. It was quickly revealed to be the later.
"Can't think of a better threat, druid? The last guy who was here knew how to threaten properly." His fellow blades nodded in silent agreement with a shudder. From the looks of it, this mysterious person clearly got to them. What could he have possibly said?
"That amulet really makes people mean," continued the red piece. "I thought we were all dead for sure."
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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 October 07, 2008 01:57 AM |
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Edited by Mytical at 05:57, 08 Oct 2008.
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May gazes at them a moment, her eyes peircing through the two slits of the mask. Her face was unreadable thanks to the mask, but she was fed up with trying to make people understand. They think she is violent, she will prove just how right they are. Letting loose a bellow she charges the guards swinging the chain like a woman possessed.
There were three of them, so she needed to cause as much confusion and hesitation as possible. They were fully armed and had armor. She had a chain.
In the back the third guy started backpeddling immediately, he started to loose his balance and grabbed the guy in front of him. Just in time to save that guy from a chain to the head. However, the guy beside him was not so lucky. Frozen from the pure insanity of May's charge he didn't even duck as the chain landed with a sickening thud. He fell like a ton of bricks.
Off balance and seeing one of their group nearly dismembered didn't help the other two's confidence. They simultaniously thought it might just be better to be fired. Unfortunately in their haste to flee, already tangled up they tripped over each other. Huge hands closed about their necks and lifted them off the ground as if they weighed nothing.
As their wind was being crushed from their body May looked them each in the eye. "Remember this..I held your life in my hands." She waited till they passed out, but before they died and drop them to the ground. Picking up their weapons she snapped all but one into pieces. Then..she calmly walked out, not looking back.
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted October 09, 2008 12:16 AM |
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Edited by Elvin at 00:20, 09 Oct 2008.
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The druid's first thought was to tear the miscreants apart in the most painful way imaginable but the comment about the amulet stayed him. There was no sense following his impulses and jeopardize his goal so he'd have to keep a cool head for now.
Later Razorleaf.
Then he turned his attention to the talking plants.
"Tell me more about the artifact. I could have eradicated you yet you seem to fear its wrath a lot more than mine, I want explanations. What did it do to the wizard who lived here?"
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AlkarRahn
Promising
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Divine Arcanist
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posted October 10, 2008 12:03 AM |
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“Ugh... What? Where?”
Quack rises up, rubbing his sore head that has gotten a rather fierce pounding recently. He looks around, but all he sees is black. He’s unsure of if it’s just that it’s so dark in the area, or if it’s a result of the blows to the head. Walking around proves difficult. Trying to check and see what’s ahead of him by touch, alone.
Nothing. Not a thing can be felt in his slow progress to who knows where. Suddenly, a flash of light fills the area, way too quick for the gnome to adjust. It dies down almost as quickly as it came into being, but the gnome is still unable to see anything, but white.
He grabs randomly for his morningstar, hoping for some form of protection, not knowing what, if anything, lies in wait. Though, with his current condition, it’s probably not going to do him a bit of good.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted October 29, 2008 11:00 PM |
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Updating in segments tonight. By segments I mean I'll get it done soon.
Maybe it's Maybeline.
Wretched gazes and cries of salvation echo through the stony corridors as May trudges on. Rapists, muderers, psychopaths, robbers, cow tippers, cow standers, candy thieves, and the like all plead to the giant woman for rescue. Stopping, however, would be a fatal mistake. At least normally it would be a mistake.
Eerily, not a single guard attempts to thwart May's escape. It's not they don't want to; oh no, heads woudl surely roll when it was discovered that the guards let a dangerous crimianl loose. It's because there aren't any guards around. They've all abandoned their posts and from the looks of it, did it quickly. Somwhere, something big is happening. Something too important to miss.
Within in a half hour, May finds herself looking out the open exit door. Booms and cheers can be head in the distance. A squint reveals a tiny figure preaching to a miniscule crowd 400-hundred yards away. While the exact words aren't loud enough to hear, it's clear the figure is easily succeeding at firing the crowd up. With all eyes on the mysterious person, nobody notices May and her escape.
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They're like pants for rabbits.
"Could have eradicated me? Pwf. The wizard that lived here is right behind you." A incredibly rancid smelling pile of compost decorated with a pointy hat leans lazily up against the tower. A most horrible and smelly way to die.
"Look kid, you're small time. Hell, you're not even big enough to take a leak on the same bush.." A nearby mulberry bush hurls vibrant curses at the crimson blade, but it continues "as the amulet bearer. Unless you have a deathwish, I'd forget about it. That man is going to use that pendant to change the world. Make it a utopia for plants everywhere and you think you can stop him?!" The little blade deepens in color. "I WON'T LET YOU! GIANT GROWTH!!!"
The blade twists and pulls, growing to ridiculous heights. In the span of seconds, a 300 ft. tall piece of grass stands before the young druid. "TIME TO MOW YOU DOWN!!!"
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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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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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posted October 30, 2008 06:46 AM |
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Through the doors walked a man much larger than his armor as though it was meant for a child. It wasn't so much that he stood well over six feet, but rather that his shoulders were wider than the pads that lay upon them.
“Peter!” called the woman behind the bar.
“Maddy, how's my favorite barkeep doing?” he said grinning.
“I'm doing good,” she pulled out a mug and began pouring him an ale. “Last I heard you had left for the high seas this morning. Weren’t you gonna go find work in Coppa? Why you back so soon?”
“Yea,” he shrugged. “Well after a couple hours out into the ocean I realized that I had spent all my money and it would take me at least a month of work to pay my way back here. So I asked the captain to turn the boat around, but he refused.” snow, he thought. Why did I have to say that?
“How did you get back here?” Maddy said, handing him the mug. Foam was oozing down the sides. It took a moment for him to react to his freshly poured pint.
“This beer looks delicious,” he said keeping his eyes fixed upon the beer refraining from eye contact. He put his nose close to the foam and took a deep sniff. “Smells fresh too.”
“Yeah, I just opened up the barrel, thank you.” Maddy smiled and leaned up against the bar showing more than just a closer look of her face. “Now tell me how you got back here.”
“Well.” Peter hesitated, his grin fading. Flashes of chaos ran through his head. The crew charged, weapons raised and angry that their captain was lying on the ground unconscious. He ripped off the helm of the ship for a crude but much needed shield. Unfortunately, it didn’t come off as cleanly nor as intact as he had expected.
“Well?” she chuckled holding her stare into Peter’s eyes, which for the past few moments had been moving awkwardly back and forth between Maddy, her striking features and his beer. He looked up still uncertain what to say.
“You can tell me more later,” she said standing up. “Customers are waiting.” Peter sighed, about to put his hands on his head when he remembered his palms were still full of splinters. Stupid wheel.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted October 31, 2008 02:46 AM |
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A duck walks into a bar...
"There he is! Get him!" The slippery mob from before encircles the disoriented gnome. A solid kick sends his morningstar away while another connects squarely with his ribs. He doubles over in pain.
"Thanks a lot!" Another kick, another rib.
"You're dead you little freak!" a woman screams. "Do you realize what you've done?!"
"We're all stuck up here now thanks to you!" belts another.
A brief glimpse between blows reveals a sprawling city illuminated by candle light. Large fluttering banners billow above the mob, welcoming the young and the old. "Welcome to the Upside Down City!" it boldly cries. Instantly Quack becomse aware that he and everyone else are upside down. Several sets of hands drag him upright to face the furious crowd.
"You'll hang for this!"
"Kill him!"
"THE! THE!"
"ENGLISH, BRAD. ENGLISH!"
"Oh yeah. DIE! DIE!"
"Oi! What's all the commotion!?" shouts a burly guard shoving his way through the crowd.
A red-faced woman answers. "This little twerp caused us all to slide onto the forbidden grass!"
"What?!" The guard turns to Quack, blade drawn. "Is this true, gnome?"
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Peter, Peter
"Juh naw wha your... problem is......... mate?" A clearly hammered individuals plops down next to Peter. A half-full tankerd slams down next to him, barely distracting from a sickly stench of vomit and urine. "Juh nee ta stop wurying so much 'bout dem elepants. Specialles da pink *hic* pieces. Naw if I were juh, I'd-" The drunkard's head tilts back with the body following. The crash to the floor brings a rousing cheer from the drunken customers.
Maddy leans over the counter and sighs. "Damn fool. That's the fourth time this week I've Derrick's passed out. I swear, one day I'm going to nail him to the wall." Mop in hand, she walks over and begins the unpleasant task of mopping up the wet inebriate.
"Looks like you found a first class establishment, my lord. I believe this is truly the perfect dive to find hired muslce." All eyes turn towards the entrance. A thin, weasely looking man dressed in posh servant attire and wearing a snear stands before the group.
"Be that as it may, Cliche, I need help. Now move aside." The pompous aide abides and steps gingerly to the right, revealing a man not more than three feet tall; a halfling. The lavish clothing of the miniscule lord immediately mark the man as incredibly wealthy. The gold trim on his cuffs no doubt cost more than the bar itself. A few of the more bloodthirsty tavern dwellers take note of the fact and begin licking their chops. The bolder ones quietly rustle their gear, grabbing for whatever weapon is at hand. The reaction does not go unnoticed.
"Really? That's all you are capable of thinking of?" The lord sighs. "Very well. Allow me to show you why it's a bad idea." The little master quickly pulls out a strange device and points it the nearest thug. With a click of a trigger and a bang, the brute falls over dead. The room falls silent.
"This is what's known as a gun," the halfling waves the device. "It's a relatively new device--a prototype really--and I have twelve men outside brandishing much more deadly variants in case anybody is feeling lucky."
The dwellers look at the lord, to eachother, and back to the lord. They wisely put their weapons away and hands where they can be seen.
"Excellant. Now we can get back to business. I'll be blunt, no doubt to save my time and yours. I need someone tall. Someone very tall to perform a service for me." He hands the gun to his servant who delicately places it in his coat. "I was told that a few of you are quite vertically gifted. Any takers?"
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Mordock v. Calculina
Huh? What? No update for these characters? Guess I'll have to wait a bit. 
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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 October 31, 2008 11:30 PM |
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Holding his sore ribs, the little gnome stares blankly at the guard. He wasn’t sure what was even wrong about being here. Seeing ducks fly around, upside-down would be great! Right now, though, things looked far from great. Things seemed down-right horrible even, with all these crazy people about. Not seeing much choice in the matter, Duck answers the guard.
“I asked for ducks, and got projectile grass. After that, I got a mob of non-ducks, leading to one of my favorite activities; the imitation-ice-slide-around game. That led to more projectile grass. Sadly, I didn’t get a chance to play because…” Duck looks around, trying to spot the girl that sent him into the grass. As he finds her, he points towards her. “SHE knocked me into the grass, ruining my chance to join in!”
Hoping the people are distracted long enough, the gnome attempts to cast a spell of Reduce Person on himself, to allow for a tighter squeeze to escape. Following that, he attempts a spell of Expeditious Retreat.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted November 14, 2008 08:06 AM |
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Sorrow
"Wake up! We have to move!" Midus tears open the tent flap where Mordock was resting. Fiona and the dogs stare back in silence. "We need to get him out of here. Demons are attacking the camp!" Outside a soldier screams as his arms are magically yanked off. Midus cringes. "Damnit. Doesn't sound like they're going to let us go. Mordock! Mordock! Wake up!" The violent shaking fails to wake the slumbering giant. Midus tries to hide the panic in his voice. "Ok, we'll have to protect Mordock. Stay here, Fiona. You too, Taily. You other mutts, come with me!" The dogs spring up and follow the talkative mime out of the tent.
"BY THE HELLS!" Matthew screams as he clutches his head. The make-shift muffs are only slightly effective against the droning of a mystic accountant. "Someone shut up those-WHY THE HELL ARE YOU YAWNING AT A TIME LIKE THIS, JOHN?!"
John tries to answer but keeps yawning and yawning; his mouth expands to impossible dimensions and snaps, killing the poor fool. Matthew stands stunned. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he'd never believe someone could die of overwhelming boredom. His eyes flicker upward as an arrow strikes the accounting demon. It flinches, looks at the curious missile, shrugs, and resumes rambling on. Matthew runs.
"Be careful. Who knows what we're up against," Midus warns the dogs as he closes the invisible zipper over his mouth and dones a transparent set of ear plugs. Bitey, Barky, and Baron VonWoofenstein IIX run off in random directions. Midus scans the area until he finds one to attack.
"Efficiency?" Calculina asks coldy as she crushes another random mercenary.
"63%." chirps Mr. Calculator.
"Hmm... There should be more dead by now. The accountants must be rus-" The hitwoman ducks just in time, narrowly avoiding a decapitating blow. She flicks the calculator up and subtract's her assailants head.
"67%. Perhaps you should try one of the tents? Reports indicated that Mordock was unconscious during the rescue
"That's better." Calculina turns her eyes towards the nearest tent. "I suppose this is a good place to start."
"Damn! Damn, damn, damn!" Matthew swears as he runs through the camp, barking commands to those within earshot. Knowing that his mercenaries will only by so much time, he cusses his misfortune. If only he hadn't bothered to rescue the loose cannon and his friends... He turns to see the mime, Midus or something like that, sneaking up on one of the demons. Scoffing at the absurdity, Matthew marches on.
1... Midus's heart races as he silent counts the numbers; the beats are ready to run off with the organ. 2... The mime pulls something from his side and begins twirling his arm. 3! The invisible lasso wraps around the accountant's head. A strong yank rips the dull fiend from its hovering desk down to the ground. The creature goes limp. I... I did it? YES! Midus smiles at his success... until the accountant stiffly rises to 90 degrees. Oh, this is bad.
"Target is attempting to disrupt the work place," the accountant drones as it pulls out a stack of papers. Midus starts blinking. While strong, the ear plugs fail to stop all of the accountant's chatter. A tiny yawn welcomes him to his doom. "Disrupting the work place reduces productivity. New calculations will need to be made. Numbers aren't adding up." Midus falls to his knees.
"Nothing." Calculina scowls as she slams the flap of another empty tent. "Where in the Hells are they keeping that idiot?
"60%" beeps the adding device. Calculina pulls the calculator to eye level. "It appears one of the Mystic Accountants has been destroyed." The Mistress of Math storms towards the next tent. The baron would not take to losing one of his demon troops. Her bad mood is quickly wiped away when she notices the little girl and growling dog before her. She smiles. "Well, what do we have here?" The dog lunges for her throat.
Matthew sits on the ground, astonished at his rescue. Moments before one of the mystical beings was hovering over him, bathing him in boredom. Then it was dead, felled by a vicious hound. "Good-good boy," he says timidly as the beast tears off the flesh of the demon. He quickly rises to his feet and distances himself from the scene. What kind of freaks are these people?
"Sir!" shouts a mercenary. A wave of relief crosses Matthew's face at the sight of a dozen of his men. "What should we do?"
"We're getting out of here. Leave these damned fools to their fate." With that, the coward and his men steal away under the night's sky, leaving a dozen others to die a slow, boring death.
I'm going to die. Midus yawns uncontrollably as the menancing number-cruncher looms closer. But not like this. The mime slowly rises to his feet and grabs for a large, invisible backpack. Holding the empty device towards the accountant, he flicks a switch on its side and blasts the demon with a color spray. The Mystic Accountant begins to shake violently.
"Unknown object. Too-too different. Foreign. No. Can..can't-" its head explodes, showering the area in a sickly blue goop. The body slumps to the ground. Midus unzips his mouth and lets out a sigh. "I gotta find Mordock. We need to get out of here."
"STUPID DOG!" Calculina screams holding a bloodied forearm. Taily lies on the ground broken, his bones snapped like twigs. The irrate woman kicks the dog towards Fiona. The dog whimpers in pain as it stares at the mute child. "You're next, little one." The little girl begins to quiver in terror.
"49%" Mr. Calculator interrupts. Calculina concentration breaks as she looks at the device. Fiona scrambles to her feet and zips past her out the tent. "Target is fleeing," the calculator chirps.
"I KNOW THAT!" Calculina runs out of the tent after the child, completely oblivious to the other person still in the tent. Mordock stirs awake and sits up in the cot. He springs out upon seeing Taily.
"NO! NO! NO!" Mordock scoops up his companion and examines this injuries. Teardrops begin to streak down his face upon realization the canine is dying. "I'm so sorry, boy." The dog quietly whimpers as it looks into its master's eyes one last time. A weak tongue laps at Mordock's cheeck. Taily goes limp. Mordock just sits there quietly, hugging the corpse.
"40%. We've lost two accountants and the humans are fleeing," Mr. Calculator states to his frustrated mistress. Her scouring gaze turns up little, outmatched by Fiona's tiny frame.
"SHUT UP! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE EFFICIENCY!" She blasts a wayward mercenary running from one of the mystic fiends. The exploding body does little to lighten her mood. Modock is nowhere to be found, the rescuers have escaped, a little girl has escaped her, and her left arm was mangled. It was quickly becomming a bad day.
The calculator beeps. "Mistress"
"WHAT?!" Calculina screams before noticing she isn't alone. She pivots to find a tall, ebony-clad monster holding the body of a dead dog. A malicious grin instantly breaks her bad mood. "Looks like that stupid brat ran away for a good reason."
Mordock stares at her coldly, bends down, and places Taily's remains to the side. He pats the dog one last time before confronting the mathematical maniac. "Did you kill my dog?"
Calculina's smile continues. "Like the dog he was." She cackles. "If it makes you feel any better, he died--in vain--protecting you. Gave me quite a nasty flesh wound. Don't worry; you'll see him again."
Without saying anything, Mordock quickly grabs his cleaver and raises it over his head. Calculina whips Mr. Calculator forward. The cleaver flies, the "=" key is pressed. The sound of metal shattering echoes out. Time stops. The two face each other, locking gazes, Mordock's fury grappling with Calulina's rage.
Mordock collapses to the ground and kicks up a small cloud of dust. His left arm lies a few feet away, the armor destroyed and the bone exposed. A heavy stream of blood pours out of his shoulder. He tires to rise but can't. Shock is overwhemling his system, causing it to fail. He turns his head to his fallen dog and one last tear drops before the darkness takes him.
Calculina gasps but no air comes, only bloody gurgles. Mr. Calculator beeps and chirps on the ground but she can't hear it. With fleeting strength, Calculina desperately attempts to remove the cleaver lodged in her chest but fails. She looks at Mordock's body and staggers forward. "Y-y.. ou" she struggles with throaty words as the blood flows into her lungs. "..." Words fail her. For the second time in her life, a man cost her everything. First her happiness was snatched away and now her revenge. With renewed anger, she tries the cleaver again and rips it out with a grunt. The blade and half of her amulet fall limply to the ground. With a bloody frown, she follows suit and is engulfed by the shadows.
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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 November 14, 2008 11:57 AM |
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May had been wondering aimlessly for a long time. The prison walls had given away to desert, then trees, then a field, and now a beach. At least there had been some food as she walked through the trees.
Relaxing along the beach she was not physically tired, but mentally she was beat. Why did people have to judge her just because of her enormous size? Why could they not just leave her be?
She had just about drifted off when she heard. "There she is! Get her!" She started awake and jumped on her feet. The two she had left alive had went for reinforcements. Two men on horses, wearing heavy armor, three archers, what looked like might be a mage, and six people on foot with full chainmail. Those carried a shield and a long sword. They were not fooling around.
They probably expected her to run, after all, they had her very outnumbered. Unfortunately, they did not understand May. May was tired of running. Instead, she charged straight at the group. Three arrows hit her. Two on the shoulder and one in the midsection. They peirced her skin, and she was bleeding. She reached the Archers..she didn't stop her momentum. Swinging a chain with one hand and the 'borrowed' sword with the other, she took off two of their heads. The last she just ran over.
The mage started chanting, and the foot soldiers surrounded him, to buy him time to cast. Stupid mages, May hated them with a passion, they were the ones that allowed them to capture her the last time. She flung the sword, it twisted in flight and hit him with the hilt. Cursing her luck, she charged the six, not wanting to give the mage time to recover.
Recieving more then a few cuts for her trouble she grabbed two of the swordweilders and using them like shields slammed into the four others. One of them managed to slice her left leg, slowing her down.
Just as she almost put her hands on the mage, she felt something slam into her back. Her knees buckle and she hears "That should about do it...even she can't take the weight of a warhorse coming down on her back!" yells one of the riders. How wrong he was.
Rolling forward she backhanded the mage to keep him from casting and grabbed a shield and sword from one of the unconscious footmen. The horse tried to slam its hooves into her again, but she deflected most of it. Just as the horse hit the ground she stabbed with all her might. It went through the neck of the horse, and the armor of the rider..impaling both.
The bloodloss was starting to even affect her, the world was spinning. She managed to grab the throat of the wizard..and squeeze, but everything went black...
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Message received.
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Elvin
Admirable
Omnipresent Hero
Endless Revival
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posted November 16, 2008 02:20 PM |
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The druid feels dwarfed by the plant's size and the irony of the situation. He is stunned for a moment and then *munch* Razorleaf's bite was more than enough to bring him to his senses.
"I'll deal with you later! ..Thanks."
First thing Rabidus summons a swarm of bats that start flopping around and attacking the colossal growth obscuring its vision. Not that they could ever have a serious effect on it but it gives enough time to run screaming like a little girl towards the solace of the nearest tree. He barely avoids a vine coming his way as he ducks behind the tree. Then he casts diminish plant to get even.
"How do you like it now overgrown weed? You are going down for your insolence!"
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