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lucky_dwarf
lucky_dwarf


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posted June 19, 2009 12:16 AM

Huld was aching all over. His muscles were sore, his head felt bruised and worse yet, he didnt know why. He tried to lift his left arm but there was to much pressure and not enough energy too lift himself up. He tried to remember what happened, but his head started hurting even more so he stoped. He would try to burn whatever was holding him down. Huld opened his eyes and concentrated on seeing the wind of  fire. But there was none. No spark, no glimer not even a line thiner than hair. He pushed hard with his minds eye, he was getting dizzy and suddenly... a weak Fzzzz sound came from his lower backside. He sniffed the air and passed out.

Meen While Ely was staring at the battle not noticing the slaver creeping behind him.

Just as Ely said “This is madness!” The slaver put a bag over his head and said. “Madness? This Is Slavery SPARTA!!!! Slavery!!!”(ooc: couldent resist )

Ely struggled but the bag was to strong.

He heard a slavers voice from outside the bag“Al! Look Al! I gots me a slave! I always wanted me a slave!”

The bag was going up and down and then up again as though the slaver was runing downhill.

“Keep it down dunderhead! We can take this as our paycheck! I heard of a nice quietlike place over in the south east, think it was called Hal-Morton or somtin bunch o' Cow eatin' halflin's there that probably can spare a bit o' land we can buy off em!” said another slaver.

“Alright Al I gots the horse ready!” said the cheerful slaver.

“Git on, them fairys gime the creepers!” said Al.

Ely was loaded onto the horse and a slaver mounted that horse and Ely heard another horse neighing nearby.

“Faster ye pony of a horse!” said Al.

Ely would never forget the bruising he got that day from the horses.
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


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Talk to the hand
posted June 19, 2009 02:15 PM

At first Jeremy was dumbstruck by the odd gestures Shalan was making, but then he realized that Shalan's jaw was broken. "You're in pretty rough shape!" Jeremy remarked (being the cpt. Obvious that he tends to be) as rose he up from the dirt. "Well no time for chatter, we need to find Huld and the kids!" Jeremy said now with a more serious tone of voice as he rushed to the exit. "I think you should lead the way and see if you can smell any traces of them," Jeremy beckoned and waved his hands towards the exterior of the tent; preparing for yet another mad dash into the mayhem.
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lucky_dwarf
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posted June 19, 2009 06:39 PM

Several arrows flew through the air at Livia. She cartwheeled to avoid them. The ground they hit shriveled up and died.

Livia summoned roots at her attacker. The vines snaked to the ribs of the skeleton archer and pulled breaking the skeleton in half.

The shards of bones fell to the ground like bits of hail. The necromancer concentrated his gaze on the fallen bones and they razed themselves up to waist height. He then threw his hand violently in the fairys direction and the bones propelled themselves at her.

A piece of bark riped itself from a tree and came speeding in the path of the bones. There were several thuds and the bark fell down with a score of bones sticking out. A Jaguar then charged the necromancer. He was within 10 feet when the necromancer sprinted for the piece of bark. The Jaguar jumped on the necromancer just as he raised the bark over his head. There was a pitiful yowl. The jaguar had impaled itself on the bark.

The necromancer let go of the shield and grabed a handful of dirt. He threw it back down and a wave of green gas engulfed the pair.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


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No gods or kings
posted June 19, 2009 08:51 PM
Edited by DagothGares at 22:46, 19 Jun 2009.

Robert tried to push away all the thoughts of what he just had done and put all his energy in find the damn kid. Ely was easy prey, he probably only needed to pierce the jugular, like with the girl whose name he refuses to remember. His shadow was quite heavy on him now. He furiously tried to run and shake off this feeling. Where was Ely? He looked around, but found no trace. His elven heritage refused to be of any use in his cloak. Where was he? The damn kid!

He looked around, but found nothing, no traces, just some bandits lingering and fleeing. He saw Shalan stumble into a tent, but that was it. He hadthis feeling of niggling doubt that he would miss his opportunity to attack Livia and right now he would be open to attacks. He stayed, but felt like he wasted his time. After five minutes he forced himself to turn back instead of leering in the smoke and darkness, hoping to remain unseen and see Ely. "Let him come to me!" Robert grunted, angrily and frustrated. He paced quickly, neglecting his cover; Quickly reminding him that he was still inside a battlefield, a crosbow bolt pierced his left shoulder.

Robert was taken aback by how accurately the arrow was shot through his dense balck fog. He drew his rapier and searched for cover. The cloak's effect was nullified because it was pinned to his body now and Robert saw no way how he could get the bolt lodged into his shoulder out. He flinched for a moment, but the cloak's numbing effect made it bearable enough for him to fight on. Robert pulled off his cowl and hood to hear and see better. He closed his eyes and realised where the marksman was. He jumped out of the cover and threw his last dagger blindly into the direction where he believed the marksman to be. His only chance to disable the marksman before he could reload or fire another bolt.

Incredible, mad luck had it so that the dagger cut through wire of the crosbow and cracked it's surface. the bandit looked pretty surprised as he suddenly was stabbed by a second weapon. Robert saw the blood of the child mingle with the blood of the bandit and quickly pulled out. He tried to wipe the blood off on his cloak but didn't quite manage. He realised how unprofessional he was and how stupid it was to let emotions get into it again. Was he growing old? No, impossible!

Robert sheathed his rapier and stumbled to the place where Livia was. "Five kills..." he mumbled. He hoped he could go for six and double his record up til now without dying... He'd get Livia...
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lucky_dwarf
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posted June 21, 2009 04:31 PM
Edited by lucky_dwarf at 16:32, 21 Jun 2009.

Livia coughed out the green smoke. The necromancer had disappeared. No sigh of movement, no shifting of the gas only still nothingness. Then there came an echoing laugh from the right side, Now the left.
“MUHAHAHAHA” came from behind her. Livia turned and grabbed a few fiery butterflyes from the air and whipped them at the necromancer. They flew like arrows threw the gas but hit nothing.

Again the laugh came but from the north east. She looked in that direction and the necromancer came from the right side and slashed at the fairy. She felt a pain in her abdomen and stumbled.

She summoned the rest of her strength and threw all the butterflies in different directions.  Ten went in each compass direction and she heard a yell of pain from right in front of her.

Now both of them were incapacitated. Livia dragged herself out of the fog and saw that the battle was in its ending stages. A few wild boars ran after a fat slaver that looked allot like father Christmas. A bandit was fending of some wolfs with his torch. The Fire was still going strong and quite a few slavers were left and it seems one of them had managed to rally some to fight because they were now standing they're ground on a hill. Arrows flew in coordinated voleys but theyre numbers were to few now to hold off the late comer. A Huge Bull that charged through they're ranks like they were made of butter.

She was almost at a safe distance when she collapsed. And as fate would have it she was just a few feet from Huld.


( just had to do it )
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DagothGares
DagothGares


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No gods or kings
posted June 21, 2009 04:57 PM

Robert dragged himself to the site where the batlle had just taken place. He noticed the corpse of the necromancer. His hand quivered while it was pressedto his left shoulder. "DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL T HELL!" he shouted angrily and frustated. Blood was streaming in tiny rivulets over his right hand. He would need to find her before it's too late. He looked around, his eyesight had regained focus in the time it took him to get here. He noticed drag marks from the site of the battle. The druid ***** must've crawled her way out of there. He stumbled along the trail. It was quite fresh, he noticed. e wasn't much of a tracker, but the leaves, bark and blood indicated she passed there.

He then saw her in the distance. His hand was shaking as it reached for his rapier. It felt much heavier now that he suffered blood loss. He wound up dragging it behind him. He... Had to kill her... In his mind several images flashed by... His old mentor with the stern hand teaching him in fencing, Care sleeping in the sun in the wastelands of the southern federation, the border patrols of the elven lands... It would be all in vain, if she was allowed to stay alive, HER, his greatest enemy. She was the one who used violence against him. She was the one who was responsible for all this. He kept dragging on. he calculated that his pace was quicker than hers, but not nearly as fast as it should be. he estimated it would take him at least one more minute to get to her. He counted his steps, one, his posture needed to be fixed, two, straight back, three, head on focus, four, his hand steadied, five, he lifted the blade, six, he calculated the position of her heart...

Twelve, she was almost in arm's reach... Thirteen, Almost...

Fifteen, he stood there. His elven ears could hear Shalan's heavy breathing not too far away. He hesitated, "NO!" he thought. No time for hesitation. He dropped his silver rapier and grabbed a s splinter from the nearby destroyed tent. Animals, he guessed, but there was little time to think as he let himself fall down on his knees. He was quickly losing conscious now. He drove the spike through her neck and fell beside his own blade. His hand searched for it and darkness fell over his eyes the moment his left hand grasped the handle of the weapon. "No one must know..."
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Lexxan
Lexxan


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Unimpressed by your logic
posted June 22, 2009 10:04 AM
Edited by Lexxan at 23:17, 22 Jun 2009.

Karla and her... "friend"... climbed a some extremely long Spiral and Ivory stairs.

Five floors later, they reahced their destination. On The Sixth floor of the Ivory, there was a HUGE hallway, leading to an impressive set of Heavily-ornamented Ivory doors.

Novalam briskly strided towards the doors and knocked on them. The doors slightly opened, and a voice called

"Novalam, Drow Sorcerer of Novak Aveen, enter before the council"

Novalam turned around towards Karla

"You have to wait a moment, Princess"

Karla suddenly had the urge of throwing a Fireball at the Dark Elf, but resisted the temptation

"Just you wait, black humbug... I'll get you...yet grmbl"

Novalam entered in what seemed to be an enormous aula, but before Karla could see more than a glimpse of what happened in the Council, the doors closed

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Meanwhile, Karla's companions party ran for their lives.

"We must find Karla!" I panted.
"We don't have time to find her!" Al'Quil stated. He didn't seem even close to tired.

We ran, and rand for hours, but then I suddenly realized we had forgotten something... something important.

"We've forgotten our stuff!"

The Whole party ran dead in their tracks. In all of our hurry, we have forgotten our weapons, equipment, everything.


"Well, I may have something for you then" A sleazy voice spoke.

Golaw, who had seemed to be lagging behind, showed us the inside of his cloak. Immedeately I got the Idea that Golaw as some sneaky shopkeeper, trying to sell me illegal weapons. The whole inside of his cloak was covered in pockets, most of which now contained a weapon or item belonging to a party member.

"How did you-?"
"Hey, I'm a Thief, after all... so, who owns this nifty Axe?"

"It is mine" Al'Quil grumbled and quickly snatched it from Golaw.

"I've got this sweet and pink dagger... whose is-?"
-"It's NOT pink, Golaw! It is RED!" Elise snapped
"Why Elise, it seems pink to me!" Golaw gleefully held the dagger in the light of the rising run... it obviously had a pink glow now
-"And I tell you, it is RED, perhaps with a pink shine! If you Call it pink once more, and I'll give you a one-way ticket to hell!"
"Been there, nothing special" Richard shrugged.

"Keep your wits low, Bard" Golaw sneered, and passed him his Lute, a shortbow, a pair of daggers, a wand and some of his usual jewelry.

"I'm missing a ring, Golaw."
"You really want it back, Dick? I'm just a humble, poor thief, wishing to make a living. Can't I keep it"
"I know you long enough not to fall for your sleazy lies." Richard chuckled. "And don't call me Dick."
"Sure thing, Rich." Golaw shrugged. "And here's ye ring back...Dick"

"I guess this staff is yours, Cleric?"
"Yes, it is." I replied
"Nice staff you have there, Half-Elf... Albaster Wood, Elven Craftsmanship... Flexible yet very, very tough... worth much on the black market" Golaw mumbled, quicly calculating the worth of my Hammerstaff.
"Thank you!" I said, and quickly snatched it from Golaws fingers

Golaw continued to destribute our equipment, giving Grim his axe and Crossbow, Aldrianda her Sword, Spear and Long Bow and Elise her Crossbow.

Hanz equipent was lost, as the mayhem had broken out merely minutes after his capture. He still had his bag of him though, as if it was sown on his robes.

"No Problem, Golie" He hummed "I'll just make myself a new Crossbow.... all you need to give me is a dagger, so I can defend myself in melee"

"Aah, good old times" Hans took the dagger and began to forage some sticks. "You know, everyone in my family made his own weapons. A tinkerning lot, we are, of Turnip-Sellers/Thiefs, but no one was worse that Uncle Sparky. The Turnip Rogue we used to call him. Why, I remember him ambushing Travelling Merchants enroute to Athkathla and the Screaming "Yer Turneps or ye Lives!"... Aahhh, good old times".

As Hans continued to rambled on, while fetching wood for his new Crossbow, the rest of the group decided to set up camp. They were far enough from the Slaver camp, and with the Stuff Golaw stole from Slavers, including Durable Dwarven Ropes, they were able to build some huts, inwhich they could take shelter and rest up a bit.


They could see the Port of Athkoln on the North-Western Horizon. The salty smell of the sea already penetrated their noses.


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Oscarius
Oscarius


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*sleepy*
posted June 22, 2009 11:10 PM

As Shalan stepped out of the tent he felt a sudden stab of pain, rushing through his mind was the feeling of all his wounds aching. It seemed all the slaver were dead or in any case, the spell had ended.

And it seemed that the camp was very still. Shalan could only hear a couple of sounds, a few quiet growls from the giant bears who had rampaged the camp and was on their back to the forests. The fires still roared but without the clashes of weapons and war cries it eerily silent. He tried to do as Jeremy said and pick up the scent of their companions. At first he couldn't sense anything, the smoke and blood stench was overpowering. After standing still for a couple of moments he started to catch a small odour, something he recognised. He set of in a moderately quick stride, hoping that Jeremy would be able to hang on. After a short walk he came to the scene, seeing Robert laying down unconscious but breathing and Livia nearby, lifeless and pale.

He could smell Huld in a pile of dirt and leaves, he stepped over to him and swiftly dug him up, he too was unconscious.
At this moment he didn't know what to do, with both Huld and Robert out of action, Livia seemingly dead and no signs of the children nor Ethan.
He looked questionably on Jeremy, hoping he had some kind of idea what to do next.
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lucky_dwarf
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posted June 23, 2009 12:21 AM

Huld was crouching low in the bushes, the orc patrols had increased theyre efficiency. It was a lot harder these days to evade them. He took out a small book and quickly wrote down these facts.
“Orc patrols, much more aware than usual. New shaman, name of Gritz Teef, need more information, Orcs dont seem to happy about him.”

He walked low to the ground and approached the main orc camp. The towering tents gave a foreboding air. Many reached over the thick autumn trees that covered the whole place.
This was also a new camp so much of the land was unspoiled and gave much more needed cover. Firepits littered the fronts of the tents. By these the orcs took to comparing theyre strength and insulting each other.

“Wazsh sha mein, me chopa anit sow shap?” said one of the big orcs.

“Youz coldanthh evenh Schop o fly!” said just a big an orc.

They then started brawling ,culminating in both orcs falling into the fire. They both scrabbled out upsetting the hot coals.

In the middle of camp Huld saw the orcs practicing theyre favorite sport. Spider trowing.
It was very widespread through orc population, mainly because there were so many giant spiders in the forests, in fact if it werent for the orcs the spider population would be out of hand.
Unlike northen orcs, the south eastern orcs are a snot green and were very brutish. They had allot smaller brains and used much more primitive language. The sun must have boiled their heads to much.


A throng of spiders were all held in a cage and were scouring about clicking like mad. An orc reached with his hand in and pulled out a spider, it tried to bite the orc but it couldn't reach, and threw it into the distance. The spider let out a sort of scream with lots of clicking in between. It was up to twenty feet up into the air but due to the pressure and its carcass not being very strong it blew up in the air like a gruesume firework. The orcs all cheered. Huld then saw an orc with a different projectile. Huld nearly emptied his stomach at the sight. It looked allot like a kitten but in reality it was a jaguar cub. All the orcs were impressed by such a rare find. The orc puffed out his chest with pride. He swung the cub into the air. It yowled loudly and fadded into the distance.


In the real world Shallan carried Huld on his back waiting for instructions from Jeremy.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


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No gods or kings
posted June 23, 2009 01:26 AM

((filler))
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What if Elvin was female?
posted June 23, 2009 04:13 PM
Edited by JoonasTo at 19:16, 17 Aug 2009.

After Shariya had left the camp to evade the bandits she had remained a little distance away and observed the events from afar. The group had been captured, except for the tricksters and Robert and Ethan, who were away at the time. She had been right to leave the group. She was about to follow the bandits to their camp when suddenly a mysterious singing voice made its way into her consiousness. The voice was that of a young woman, high and clear as the sky. This one ringed of chaotic joy and lust for life in its fullest. It sounded like a bird risen on its wings for the first time. There was something strangely alluring in that singing, it called her to come its way. Something at the back of her mind kept nagging that she should follow the voice to its source. She pondered her situation for a while. She could follow the voice and still meet the rest of the party in Denthor provided her journey wouldn't take more than a few weeks. She also had a copy of the map so she could trace them for some distance even if they would manage to get to Denthor before her. But where was the voice even coming from, north? That she couldn't quite make out but north seemed a good choice since it had only made its way into her head as they had come this far. So she set her pace north towards the mysterious voice.

For two days and nights she travelled north when, upon crossing over some hills, the singing suddenly filled her mind like a tide rushing into a cavern. Such was the intensity of the voice that she couldn't hear anything for a moment besides of that woman singing of her lust to live life to its fullest. There was no doubt, it was coming from the valley ahead. The valley seemed like a regular valley that a river had carved slowly over the years. The stream that ran through it had a lot of turns and twists which were accompanied by sandy shores that were a sign of slow running water. The river was probably quite shallow and would flood at spring. It seemed to be surrounded by leaf woods unlike the surrounding hills that were covered in pines. A perfect place for a small farming village like the one down by the river that sparkled in the shimmering starlight. It had a dozen of hamlets, a temple and an old mill on the other side of the stream in the middle of the fields. Its old and heavy wings were slowly turning in the calm wind blowing through the valley where the idyllic village was sleeping. There was something unreal about the peacefull air above the valley.

I listen to the night for a while before heading down to the village. A nightingale sings somewhere down in the valley where the river slowly makes its way down, a faint crack as some animal, probably a deer, steps on a fallen twig gets my attention, there might be a trail down that way if I'm lucky. It would save me a lot of effort. I wouldn't want to find my way through the small spruce growing thick in the hillside. But over all the other sounds I hear the young woman's singing. It fills my head calling me to join her joy. Pushing it aside I start making my way to the crack's direction. There is a trail just like I had hoped. Its small and tricky but still a trail. As I walk down the deer trail the voice keeps getting stronger and stronger. As I get to level ground the voice singing of freedom becomes exhilerating and it starts to pull me towards it with strengthened force. The village can't be far away, an hours walk at most.

All of a sudden the voice stops. I get an ominous feeling and hasten my pace. Soon I downright sprint. Suddenly it starts again. Now it's filled with fear and pleads for her life. It cries out to me in a heart breaking tone. I jump into air, transform into a bat and start speeding through the air blinking as often as I can. I can al ready see the shadows cast by the village. The voice seems to be coming from across the stream. I pass by the small village and cross the stream. I see a mob with torches near the mill. They seen to be armed with varying weapons from pitchforks to even one longsword. Cornered against the mill is a young woman with long raven hair. She is holding a young boy in her arms. He is limp and seems lifeless. A man with the longsword attacks the pair. The woman throws the boy against the man with suprising power taking him to ground. This seems to disencourage the mob and they keep their distance. The man with the sword gets up shouts to the others and charges.

I see the man charge and swing his sword. I feel a pressing need, MUST, to help the girl. The woman tries to evade it. The blade flashes in the dim light of the torches and the mill's grey wall is splattered with dark red blood. A scream rings out to the night sky.
"AIEEEEEEE!!!", scaring a flog of birds to flight from an oak nearby. The cry to help her rings inside my head with unmatched power. I dive down, change back into my human form, extend my claws and rip the man's back open as I descend upon him with my cape flowing behind me. His sword drops with a clang followed by a thud as he drops to his knees. The smell of his blood fills my nostrils and a heavenly singing fills my head singing in unison with the girls voice. My senses sharpen and muscles tense. The world around me seems to slow down. I can hear everyone's hearts beating dum, dum, dum. The smell of fear hangs in the air. A red haze falls upon my eyes. A man with an axe shouts.
"Bred!", and charges blindly. I spring forward, thrust my claws deep into his belly and rip him open sending blood, flesh and guts all over his companions. A chilling laugh escapes my lips as I see the shocked expression on his face. All the rest abandon their weapons and turn to run.

Too late. I spring after them and sink my claws into a man's back as I come down on them. He shouts in agony before falling down to ground. I swipe an old man's throat open with my claws and a shower of blood emerges. I jump after another man and cut his head of with a pincer swipe getting showered in blood myself in the process. I jump before two more men and gut them open like pigs. As I charge after three more guys I cut a man's side open ripping his left lung. I spring at the man running first and come down on him striking my claws straight down at his neck. The two remaining men are too afraid to run. I hit my claws below the older one's chin straight through his head and turn to the younger. He's frozen on spot. I lick my lips and sink my teeth all the way into his neck. His sweet, sweet blood fills my mouth and I gulp it down as fast as I can. With passion I drink him sucking every last drop of blood till he's dry. The feeling of extatic satisfaction washes over me and I finally let him fall.
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


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Talk to the hand
posted June 23, 2009 05:58 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 18:03, 23 Jun 2009.

Jeremy was very surprised to see Robert lying down there. The gleeful thought that Robert and Ethan had come to rescue him and his compatriots passed across Jeremy's mind, but then he remembered how he had blown the two of them off without saying goodbye and felt down. Jeremy looked around in hopes of finding Ethan somewhere and saw alot of things: Trees, dying fires, dead people and Shalan looking like a dope not knowing what to do; no Ethan to be seen.

Remembering that this was an emergency, Jeremy told Shalan: "Put Huld down somewhere and be sure to alarm me if you start feeling dizzy. I'll get back to you as soon as I'm done with Robert. If you feel like helping, go see if you can find any supplies from a first-aid tent or such in the camp okay?"

Jeremy checked the fairylike Livia lying next to Robert if she still had a pulse, but no signs of life were to be found. "Alas poor Livia! I hardly knew her, Shalan; She seemed not to be a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, but a fine companion none the less. I hope that her younger siblings will be able to handle the news..."

Jeremy turned his attention to Robert and turned him on his right side to get some elevation on the bleeding left shoulder. Before Jeremy started to strip Robert's torso to get a clear view of the shoulder, he lightly slapped Robert's cheeks a few times calling: "Wake up! Wake up, Robert! Wake up!" and was answered with some incoherent mumbling and a hazy stare from Robert's dim eyes. "I'm going to fix you up as well as I can now. Try to stay awake, but don't move."

Jeremy took the flask of water out of his pants and washed his hands with some of the water before proceeding to clean the puncture wound on Robert's shoulder. Jeremy poured some water on to the wound as he gently scrubbed it with his hand. Jeremy cut off Robert's sleeve with a dagger that he had found on Robert and then proceeded to cut the sleeve into long strips of cloth that would work as makeshift bandages. Jeremy tied the wound tightly with one of the bandages and hoped that the bleeding would stop. "Here, have some water," Jeremy said as he tried to make the sideways Robert to drink. "Where's Ethan?"
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Keksimaton
Keksimaton


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Talk to the hand
posted June 24, 2009 04:46 PM
Edited by Keksimaton at 17:49, 24 Jun 2009.

That's all that Jeremy could do for Robert; atleast for the time being.

Jeremy rose up and shook his head; no time to mourn the fallen. He looked around the ground and found Huld laid down very close by. Huld had no visible injuries on him apart from a few bumps here and there, but he apparently was very drained at the moment and unconscious. The best thing to do would be just to let him rest.


Soon enough Shalan returned with some supplies and an injured Ethan. The reunited companions dragged themselves away from the desolate camp and all of it's deceased inhabitants, to rest and treat their wounds.
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DagothGares
DagothGares


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No gods or kings
posted June 24, 2009 06:03 PM

A great darkness envelopped Robert.

Where was he? He realised he was standing with two hatchets in his hands. Where was his rapier? He heard giggles but saw nothing except of long stretches of shadow and silence. He turned round and round. The laughter ensued, seemingly mocking him and defying hi. Robert looked, but sw nothing. He suddenly noticed a small figure in front of him. It was Ely...

The laughter grew inside his head until he could it bear it no longer. "SHUT UP!" he screamed and the scream echoed throughout the vast wastes. Suddenly, instead of Ely, he saw Livia with a great hole where her jugular used to be and her body covered in crimson. she seemed to be laughing at him. Robert shouted again to make her stop laghing. She didn't really seem to care about him and before he knew it, he had taken one hatcht to cut her head clean off. He looked at the axe. The laughter kept growing and Robert tried t run away, but suddenly he bumped into Ely wielding his rapier. Robert let out a cry of desperation as he struck into Ely, trying to make the laughter stop. he missed and Ely pressed the tip through his left arm entirely.

Robert's eyes experienced red flashes and he let out horrible shouts of agony. He tried to grab his left arm, but suddenly noticed his right arm was chopped off. In front of him, he saw a great man, roughly his size wielding two hatchets. His vision rolled as his head did, when the figure struck again. He suddenly realised he was kneeling into the pitch black darkness again. "What is happening to me?" he shouted, scared and frustrated. He saw Alexia in front of him. He tried to forget the image, but she suddenly walked up to him and kept hanging on him. "LET GO!" Robert shouted and suddenly she stood three feet away, a great red strip across her that and a puncture wound near her heart. Robert fell on his knees, his mouth wide open. "I'm-" Robert said, but suddenly he was kicked in the teeth by a great shadowy figure. The figure planted the hatchet in his chest before leaving Robert to drown in a pool of his own blood.

Robert suddenly was in a great wide open space shaped entirely out of light. "WHAT'S GOING ON!" he shouted, but he heard nothing. he saw Livia with her staff looking at him. He chopped off her arms and her head when he suddenly noticed another Livia standing there. The blood covered his entire body. He chopped at her again, leaving him dripping. his body turned and killed another Livia and another and another, until he noticed he was surrounded by livias; He kept killing her until he slipped in the blood that went to his knees. The blood was high enough to consume his entire body. Robert grasped upwards to get out, but suddenly felt no more air around his hands. He was droning in a sea of blood. Vehemently he tried to get out, but was sucked in deeper and deeper and despite his best efforts he could no longer perceieve the surface.

His last agonised cry woke him up. His panicked expression calmed him as he breathed in fresh night air. He was leaning against a rock. Shalan and Jeremy both looked at him with a surprise look on their faces.
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lucky_dwarf
lucky_dwarf


Promising
Supreme Hero
Visiting
posted June 24, 2009 08:08 PM

Chapter 3

Troubling dreams

Huld found himself in a beautifully decorated house. Not just any house however. A halfling house, where everything seemed to be round especially its regular inhabitants. The white walls glimmered in the hot rays made by the sun which was filtering through the open windows, which were round and had curved shutters made of wood. The celling had great curved arches and a chandelier was hanging lazily over a table laden with food. It smelled wonderful, a roast chicken in the middle surrounded by bits of boiled carrots and raw lettuce leaves wafted a tempting smell that would drive any ogre insane. Loaves of hot bread lay at either end of the table and a basket of apples lay next to them. It was a mouth watering sight. Huld knew where this was.

“Ahem.” came Brookses voice from a corner of the room.
Huld jumped ,startled by his sudden appearance
“What have you been doing? You havent sent me any letters like you said you would for a week, A week.” said a very angry Brooks.
“Well, its rather a long story, but if you can enter my dreams, why do I have to send you letters?” said Huld.
“Im the king of the Halflings, not a sorcerer! Use your head you son of a badger!”
Huld thought and it came to him.
“Your not real! But then why do I have to explain this to you?” asked Huld.
“Well, im half real, that bird I sent you does more than just deliver letters you know!” said Brooks.
“Have a seat, all this food and we arent even eating it.”

They sat and took a peace of Chicken and vegetables.

Huld went off about what had been happening the last few days, how he was catapulted across hundreds of miles, how he met Jeremy, Robert and the others, how he killed nearly 20 bandits.
“Only twenty? By gosh thats ten times worse than what you usualy do to the orcs.”

Huld went on how the humans were much better at fighting than the orcs and how he was finaly knocked out by Gruk then how he felt a ripping pain in his body and how he couldn't see the winds anymore.

“By gosh, thats terrifying, those priests are so damn scary, You should find whatever he used to do that, it could be vital information.” said Brooks concerned.
“This is getting to risky Huld, I want you back here now!”
“What?!” yelled Huld.
“Why not? Scouting the human lands is turning out to be to dangerous an affair and I cant risk loosing my top Halfling.”
“NO!”
“Oh fine, have it your own bloody way, but send me those letters, I cant go waisting my time going into your dreams, the orcs might have pillaged another village just as we were talking!”
Huld heard a scream from far off.
Brooks sighed.
“Go, your friends are waiting for you.”
Everything faded to white and suddenly...

Huld woke, with his hand outstretched yelling, “BROOKS DONT GO YET!”

Apparently Robert had had some disturbing dreams too.
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AlkarRahn
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Divine Arcanist
posted June 25, 2009 05:06 PM

Ethan rest upon the ground, leaning against a tree Shalan assisted him in getting to. He looked to the others in the group, with a grin. His vision was finally about back to its normal state. The arrow in his hand has already been removed, but not yet healed.

"So, I was wondering if they would actually capture you all. Thought they might. Suppose we could have sent you a warning, but I thought it would be better to not warn them too. Plus, it seemed like it would be a fun fight for you all. I wished I was there. Though, this all made up for it."

Ethan lifts his right hand, palm facing away from him. A hole dripping blood is in view. Ethan stares at it for a couple seconds, and his grin almost turns to a frown. With a sigh, Ethan begins casting a spell. At its completion, the hole gets a little larger upon to palm. Wood splinters erupt from under the skin, sending blood-covered pieces of wood flying through the area, along with small bits of skin that get ripped away.

Ethan can't help but yell out loud. He falls over, rolling on the ground. He makes some sounds, almost as though he was laughing. As soon as he relaxes once more, he stands, avoiding use of his injured hand. He casts another spell, this time causing the hole to start shrinking.

"Well, that hurts less."
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B-E-T-A
B-E-T-A


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Guess Who is Back?
posted June 28, 2009 03:38 PM

As the group finnished the tent(s?) They went inside and sat down to rest a bit. After awhile Al'Quil noticed that his black metal box was gone and he turned to Golaw

"Hey, Golaw" he said "Do you have my box?"
"Your box?" Golaw replied "You mean the black metal cube thingy with all the buttons on which you usually carry in your belt? No that thing was amongst the items the slavers found interesting and was in a more secure tent." Golaw said calmly.
"Son of a ogre!" Al'Quil shouted while getting up.

Al'Quil took his weapons before running out and heading back to the slavers camp in full speed.

After about 5 minutes he heard other footsteps behind him and Golaw's voice shouting "Wait up ya stupid snow! My feet are not as long as yours!"
Al'Quil slowed down enough for Golaw to catch up.
"They told me to go back to camp and fetch the nether scroll as well, it was in the same tent." Golaw said
"Two bandits up ahead" Al'Quil exclaimed

The two bandits were running for their life away from the camp and didn't notice Al'Quil and Golaw before Al'Quil had chopped off the head of one bandit, and Golaw had pierced the heart of the other with his golden claws(the guantlets).

The two kept running for awhile before reaching the camp, upon getting there, Al'Quil could see that the battle was finnished and the only people remaining was a lizard and human, who was taking care of one injured elf and hafling.
Golaw looked around himself before saying "stay here, I'll sneak into the tent and get the stuff."
"Go right ahead" Al'Quil replied and in a blink of an eye Golaw was gone.
Al'Quil then started walking down to the group of creatures who had awakened his curiousity and shouted "Ohoy there fellows! What businiess do you got?"

((I am bored...))
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lucky_dwarf
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Visiting
posted June 29, 2009 08:09 PM

((we will meet soon and we can push eachother around))

Robert was screaming his head off, Jeremy rushed to him to try and calm him down.

“Robert! Calm down!” yelled Jeremy

Robert screamed a few seconds longer until Jeremy slaped him(-2 ) so that he would stop all the fuss(+5 to (aka concentration)).

Huld had to stay a moment to gather a hold of his surroundings. They were in a clearing that seemed to be a little way from the camp. The ground seemed barren excepting a few shrubs and trees outlining the edge. After that it was dense forest.

His head pounded and his body felt like it was made of lead but was blown so easily by the wind it seemed to be paper.

“Ghive mhe ah handh” he said to Shalan who pulled him up.

His head spun and he felt dizy but steadied himself.

“Wath haphennned?” Hulds voice was grogy and he sounded like a drunk.

He starred at Jeremy who had laid Robert next to a tree and was opening his mouth when a voice came from nearby.

"Ohoy there fellows! What businiess do you got?"

“We can talk later” he told Huld and directed his voice to the newcomers.
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Unimpressed by your logic
posted July 01, 2009 09:44 AM
Edited by Lexxan at 09:45, 01 Jul 2009.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ,THEY REFUSE TO SEE ME????" Karla yelled at the Drow Sorcerer.

"Well, Misstress, it means that they refuse to see you" Novalam said calmly. His eyes shone with glee.
"Insolent, ungratefull swines! Is this the thank I get for-"
"Thank? You do not realize how furious they are, Misstress. You know what they expect you to do, and the loss of the Nether Scroll seemed to have enraged them even more."

Karla turned around, looking sour, while Novalam continued to talk, his voice trembling with withheld laughter

"Old Mordekainen was the only one who could calm them.. otherwise they would have - hehehe - turned you into something nasty! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Novalam let out a shiek of laughter; the irony of the whole situation was just too much.

"Seems like you -hehe- need a bunch on powerfull -hehehe- wizards to turn you into something nasty hahahaha"

He laughed even louder, but Karla didn't listen to Novalam's bashing. The Council indeed had enough reason to be angry. She had almost forgotten her assignment, the task they gave her... Master Mordekainen, the Council's chairman seemed to have given her a second chance... one that she had to take with both hands!

She turned around again, now facing the still laughing Drow Sorcerer.

"STOP" she shrieked, throwing a small fireball at the Elf... the fire didn't even singe his robes, as Dark Elves are almost completely immune to magic, but at least he had gotten his attention... better luck next time.

"Yes, Misstress?"
"I require you to teleport me back to my party, and do not call me 'misstress'"
"At once misstress" Novalam said, and an evil grin crossed his face.
"AND DO NOT TELEPORT ME TO AN EXTREMELY HOSPITABLE ENVIROMENT, LIKE THE LAST TIME!!! (well, one-but-last time)"
"I wouldn't dare to..."

Novalam waved his hands, and a Karla vanished in a whisp of purple smoke. Just before the Ivory Tower was swapped for an open road, she could hear Novalam's hated voice...

"..., Misstress!"


When the lilac smoke vanished, Karla found herself on an open road. A city stood in front of her, a port it seemed. Karla quickly turned around, hearing noised behind her... voices she had heard before.... the inmistakeable smell of Turnips was in the air... she was where she should be.






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Keksimaton
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Talk to the hand
posted July 01, 2009 07:30 PM

Jeremy looked at the stranger and saw that it was a large man carrying a huge axe. Definently a man that Jeremy would not like to cross, but the merry greeting made the man seem chipper. Perhaps this one would turn out to be a gentle giant. Whatever the case was Jeremy would soon find out. "Hello! We are just a band of adventurers treating their wounds. I am Jeremy, the bard. Who are you?"
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