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VokialBG
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posted July 02, 2009 01:43 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 13:55, 02 Jul 2009.
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Express mail
Location: East road to Goldrush village
- Thats pirate song! - said Menedict.
- WOh, better far to live and die - continueed with his singing the old cabman - Under the brave black flag I fly...
- We are on a supply caravan, not a ship...
- Than play a sanctimonious part, With a pirate head and a pirate heart.
- Yah... ok...
- Away to the cheating world go you, Where pirates all are well-to-do; But I'll be true to the song I sing, And live and die a Pirate King.
- Silly old man...
- How many times should I tell you, my father was a pirate! A true Pirate King! - said facetiously the old man, and uncurbed the reins of the horses.
- And my mother was a courtesan, but I never sing prostitute songs! - snaped Menedict and they both started to laugh noisily.
- ... um... you know any of them?
- Shut up, old man... and how much time untill Goldrush?
- We have time for maaaany song...
- ???
- Let's say that I'm going to visit your mom this night, she's in Goldrush, right?
Menedict was pissed off, he clenched his both hands in fists:
- This is going to be a one time lesson... - he was ready to hit him between the eyes, but in this time he heard something. - Uh, you hear it?
- Yeah, a horse, actually more likely a man on a horse, he is following us all day long! - said the old man.
- You mean all day... - the old man interrupted him.
- I mean all day, like all day, 24 hours.
- Who is he?
- Most likely he dont even know that he is after us... -he held for a second and then continued - and you know the rules, Agamand may be a bandit king but he still is more a king than a bandit - a bandit can't attack bandit cart, he does not have a point to do it, we are supply caravan, we have only mail and reagents on board...
- Ya, you're right, old man...
But the sound of horse hoofs became closer. Menedict looked backward and suddenly he saw a man in black robe and hood on his head, he was riding brown horse in gallop. Clouds of dust was all around the air near him.
- Ooo..., old maa.. man...
- What?
- He is not alone...
Behing the clouds Menedict saw more horsemens, all dressed like the first one, they were looking almost alike.
The old man turned back, Menedict was right, they were at least 5, but from where came the other 4?
- We have to hurry then! - said the old man and then hitted the horses with his crop.
- You know who are they???
- Yes... and no... when Agamand started the war to separate from Zandaar, these where always around...
- Watch out!
The first horseman took down his hood, and take a bow and arrow, he was now riding on one line with the vaggon, he turned and bend the bow...
- Oh... - said Menedict, they both with the old man were looking at the arrow.
- Hey, hey, hey, there! - Menedict pointed forward.
- What the... ??!
The whole road was barred by massive rope, the old man tried to stop the vaggon, but it was too late, the horses hobbled in it, and fell on the ground, the vaggon turn down on one of its sides. Menedict was okay, but the old man was in unconsciousness...
The horseman was standing behind them, all others were gone. Where were they? He got down of the saddle and stepped closer to them holing a sword.
- What do you want??? We have only letters??? - said Menedict in fear.
The horseman went closed and bringed his swod near Menedicts neck. Now he saw the blade... sharp like a razor, the letter "Z" and crown over it were etchanted on it. He was servert of the Zandaar king...
- I want your mail. - the man was looking in the bushes on the other side of the road, shortly after that he heard voise from there:
- It's over, was easy...
It was a magician, white one.
- Nice trick with the horsemen, how many you can do with one? - asked the man...
- like... 20, not more...
- Still nice.
- And what we do with... these? - the magician was pointing the old man and Menedict.
- Don't you have a trick for them? Maybe they can... just... disappear?
- Hm...
- Nah... lets just tie them to a tree... you look at the mail and I'll check the reagents after...
In short time the magician found small metal box, full of letters... and started to read them one by one... untill he was over his friend was ready with his job with the rope and heaped all reagents and remains of the vaggon on a pile. He fired them with a match and some oil found in the vaggon.
- No more reagents for this week...
- Hey look here! I just found something interesting! - the magician was holding a letter, he gave it to the horseman, who started to read.
- SOOO, thats what they are tring to do! They are going to kill the His Ěajesty! Maybe they are even close to this, we have to send this directly to the king!
- You, a...
- Ya, you'll take my horse and go there, you can do it faster with speed spell.
- But you are the spy, I'm just helping you here...
- But you are faster, I'll come later. Give it to His Ěajesty, and tell him to lock all borders! I'll be there in few days or weeks after you. I'll be ok, after all my name is Alan-Tor!
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Thats not exactly an event, and sorry the story its kinda dumb and in this poor English...
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted July 05, 2009 06:27 AM |
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Seeing one of the men taking a stance against him with his staff, Furgin drank some more whiskey. Wait, what!? That`s right, even when threatened, he keeps on drinking. Unfortunately, while shooting his crossbow at the wizard, he belched. That unfortunate blunder took the aim off of the target, making the bolt hit a rock, and richocheted onto another rock, which made the bolt drop into the bottle of whiskey Furgin was carrying. Furgin smiled slightly and fell off Quevphffeihgn, passed out.
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lucky_dwarf
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Visiting
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posted July 05, 2009 02:58 PM |
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"I expected a bit more..." said Genwulf turning the man over with his foot.
"If the King of Zandar is as easy as this fellow il be having retirement money by tomorrow."
"Miss, what would you like us to do with him?"
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Mamgaeater
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Shroud, Flying, Trample, Haste
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posted July 06, 2009 04:07 AM |
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Perhaps travelling at night is not a good idea though varn as the bear clambered forth...
Damn bears...
"No other choice than to slaughter it... perhaps a witch or a trader will buy its claws."
Varn drew out his sword.
Poor beast.
Varn slashed forward with his sword as an incantation boiled across its thin metal surface. one that could keep a wound open for a very very long time...
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted July 16, 2009 05:05 PM |
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It was dark. Oh, wait..that was just the coverings over Furgin`s headached head. Wait a moment...coverings? How did he get coverings on his face. Then Furgin remembered everything (he`s really good at recovering from drinking).
"Uh oh.." thought Furgin as he attempted to move his arms. Nope, not working. Legs? Didn`t work either. Yeah, they had him pretty tightly. Mouth...yes! Furgin bit the lower part of the black rag over his eyes and pulled down enough so that he could see a little bit. It was a room, with a woman, and a couple of guards. And Furgin`s crossbow in a heap with the rest of his items. Then Furgin saw the woman talking a with the two strangers that he attemptd to shoot before.
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lucky_dwarf
Promising
Supreme Hero
Visiting
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posted July 17, 2009 12:06 AM |
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"We should talk somewhere more private, lots of strange people come this way, all looking no good."
Gewulf nodded and picked up the unconscious figure and carried him on his own donkey back into town. His bag was also on the back of the donkey.
Hanz walked behind them muttering some of his troubles away.
Back in town the donkey had been stabled with utter amazement greeting them.
"Why, thats the donkey i gave that drunk bloke a few days ago! Wher'd ye find him?" asked the stable master.
"The drunk was coming to agamands forest, i wonder why... what direction was he headed?"
"I swear he was headed north, down the old road to zaandar, you know?"
"Maybe he was so drunk he turned around thinking it must have been the wrong direction." Cut in Hanz
"Well we must be going" said Genwulf taking the drunk of the donkey and carrying him to the home of the lady.
"Oh, this is just so horrible!" she said as soon as they closed the door.
"I know it might sound like allot to ask, but PLEASE stay with me, i simply can't stay here alone, my husband was the one who called in all the maids and servants and the place where he hid our money is a mystery to me, and i don't know how to cook, or clean, or do anything, you see, im... im... im a trophy wife..."
Thumping the man on the bed that was in the next room, he walked over to Hanz and said.
"Hanz, we need a talk."
He walked outside and then behind the building and lit himself a pipe
"Sit, we just need a few words but i had the urge to try a new magic trick with the smoke with this thing."
"Whats your take on what we should do?"
((your not awake yet bern))
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blizzardboy
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Nerf Herder
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posted September 05, 2009 05:28 AM |
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"I hate my life," Hanz responded without delay, as though anticipating the question. "I hate it with the passion of a thousand blue balled school boys."
Genwulf smirked, his unashamed amusement only further souring Hanz's mood.
Hanz adjusted his utility belt containing his most immediately necessary alchemical reagents, and slung over his shoulder a sack containing freshly brewed potions, labeled as cooking spices on the jars.
"I see Goldrush has finally given you your "swords", so to speak" Genwulf chirped.
"Yes, and I'm not delaying more than I have to in this peasant community. We've got work to do. Tell the widowed broad she can come if she wants, as she'll make a good cover for us. There will be less questions if we march northward with that helpless woman in our ranks. But we leave tomorrow. I'm going to acquire a set of draft horses and a wagon for our travels," Hanz drilled.
"Remember Hanz, I'm your colleague, not your lackey, and you'd do well to keep me friendly while we're traveling through Dark Tower territory. You wouldn't want to run into trouble and find me dashing away, hmm?" Genwulf quipped with a grin.
"I was originally planning on going alone anyway," Hanz muttered.
"Charming as usual. I'll ask the woman if she wants to come, but try to be nice to her; I know you have a sweet tongue when you want to. Just because we're going to kill the king doesn't mean we can't be gentlemen," Genwulf replied, tipping his hat and walking off.
"And Genwulf, if she isn't up to it, come back to me, and I may be able to make her mood more receptive," Hanz added, tapping a thin, magenta colored potion against his cheek.
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