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gorman
Promising
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*in a near death grip I carry Dean towards the unholy figure as it sits on his throne*
Gorman: Here is the one you asked for...
Dean: *gasping for breath* Loosen up a little will ya?
*smiling I squeeze harder and calmly say*
Gorman: No.
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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2xtremetotake
Promising
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posted April 15, 2004 12:55 AM |
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*Unaware that gorman has fallen out of his influence, he is estatic by the capture of the entire group*
Unholy One: Very Very good gorman. I will reward you as such. Ah..no free will...I will think of something later.
Unholy One: So your the one they call Dean. Look at you now. Vadskye is locked up, your kneeling in front of me, and Gorman is my obedient slave. Soon you and vadeskye will be my slaves as well. then we shall all take over the world. Err..i will, then i will dispose of you
Dean: Your pitiful *he spits at the unholy ones feet*
Unholy One: How dare you!!
*He takes his hand and grasps Dean's face, sucking the energy out of him, he screams in agony. He stops however, and glances over at Gorman. Instead of his usual blank face, it seems to eb worried about Dean.*
Unholy One: Wait a minute..GORMAN! give em the key to vadskye's cell right now!
GOrman: I lost it.
(this is ur cue to all gang up on me, seal me in the crystal and supposedly dispose of it, until RSF finds it*
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Asmodean
Responsible
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Heroine at the weekend.
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The pain!!!!!
As Gorman holds me out to the thing, and I feel the molten ice of its touch it's as if the rest of the world is cut off, and it's just me and the pain. An endless battle of agony to draw one more breath from ragged lungs, the air entering them like sandpaper and leaving like broken glass. How could Angelboy be in league with this thing!
Suddenly the pain stops, and as I gasp for sweet air that no longer hurts to breathe I hear the thing say to Gorman
'Wait a minute..GORMAN! Give em the key to vadskye's cell right now!'
A pause before I hear Gorman's voice: 'I lost it.'
I hear the thing shriek in rage, a ghastly sound. It flings me to one side and launches itself at Angelboy, who has drawn his sword and let's out a roar as he charges into battle.
He didn't betray us!
Flashing to wolf form I spring at the creature, my fangs rending shadow and flesh as I hamstring his right leg, then his left. The creature falls awkwardly, shrieking now in pain. Unfortunately Angelboy's sword passes over its head, missing what would have been a decapitating blow.
Worrying at the creature’s arms and black aura I hear Angel boy say:
'Leave him for now, we have to free Vadskye from the cell.'
Following the angel we come to a small cage where Vadskye is lying unconscious. Changing to rat form I scamper through the bars chittering loudly.
Wake up Vadskye! Quickly!
As Vadskye stirs Angelboy smites the door of the cell with his sword, and with a loud CRACK and the groaning of metal, the door disintegrates. Hauling Vadskye to his feet Angelboy flings him over his shoulder and runs back the way we came.
We're going back to that THING! WHY?
Gorman: Trust me. Vadskye, we need you to be alert! We need your magic.
With a groan Vadskye groggily raises his head.
Vadskye: I'll be fine, just can't get my feet under me.
We re-enter the chamber where we left the thing. It moans like wind in the night in pain, and has pulled itself semi-upright against one of the tombs. It hisses when it sees us and its eyes flash with anger, and fear.
I can see the damage Angelboy and I did to it, torn flesh on its legs and arm - wait. In front of my eyes I can see the thing healing. Torn sinews reattaching themselves, its black aura swelling once again.
Guys, whatever you have in mind you'd better make it quick before that thing heals!
Gorman: Vadskye, do you still have that crystal you robbed off the mage?
Vadskye: Yes....It's.....Right....Here.
Gorman: Dammit man, we need you awake! I need you to take out the crystal and hold it above your head. Then you need to cast a magic leech spell, but focus the spell into the crystal. Can you do that?!
Vadskye: Okay.....Just.....Hold.....Me....Up......
As Vadskye hold the crystal up it shines with an orange glow. The thing, seeing what is happening screams in fear and anger, and launches itself towards us. As its black aura touches the glow of the crystal it bounces backwards forcefully. But part of its aura clings to the orange glow, a conduit from the crystal to the thing.
The thing's aura pulses, and I can see it being drawn into the crystal. The creature howls in pain through the whole thing.
As abrupt as that, it stops. The crystal still glows, but like a banked coal, with a dark amber light that is still visible through the silk pouch Vadskye places it in.
The thing lies not moving. It's black aura diminished but still there.
Is it dead?
Gorman: No, but no more can be done about it now. It is weakened, and will not be able to stir from this place for some time.
With that he picks up Vadskye, who has slumped unconscious on the floor from his injuries and exertions. Flying off with him he heads south, towards the tavern. Changing to eagle form I follow them. Wondering what he meant when he said no more could be done - for now.
That elusive memory tickles at the back of my head, but as usual, it is gone before I can grasp it.
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Vadskye91
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posted April 15, 2004 02:54 AM |
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OOC: Wow, that was great. Very realistic.
BIC:
After a short time in flight, the three land in town. They go to the tavern. Vadskye wakes up slightly, enough to down a tankard of ale. After a few minutes, all three feel better.
Vadskye: "How did you know what to do, Dean?"
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gorman
Promising
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Been around since before 2003
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posted April 15, 2004 03:39 AM |
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*sits quietly watching Dean tell Vadskye how he knew what to do. As I think to myself I wonder why I wasn't thanked for saving both of them. Why I even bothered? My own private goals are far out of reach, saving these two from that...thing...was only for the challenge of it. I couldn't just let them die. The god's only know how much stronger that damned thing would have become. I take a sip from my mug of ale and look down at Dean. He sits in his wolf form and talks to Vadskye excitedly. Not worrying about being rude I interupt him*
Gorman: Hey...wolfboy...
Dean: Are you talking to me? *he askes snarling at me*
Gorman: Yes I'm talking to you. I'll ask you politely once to call me Gorman...not this 'angelboy' bull. For one, I'm not an 'angel'. Do I look HOLY to you?
Dean: Well...no...
Gorman: And secondly, I'm not a 'boy'. Next time I hear 'angelboy' I'm cutting off someone's tounge while he's sleeping. Got it?
Dean: *startled* Whoa, ok Gorman. Got it. Piece of cake angelbo...I mean Gorm!
Gorman: That's more like it...
*goes back to drinking my ale while sitting in my shadowy corner*
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2Xtremetotake
Promising
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posted April 15, 2004 10:43 PM |
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Ok...Some mod erase the last post..i need to read more carefully.
Heres another version
After shoving dean down, he looks at gorman, realizing his mistake far too late. Gorman rushes at him, his sword piercing his stomach, the millions of tormented souls he killed, mutilated, and absorbed during his lifetime come rushing out as a never ending flow. They provide the cover while Dean and Gorman rush to free vadskye
Unholy One: MOVE! GET OUT THE WAY!!!! YOU TWO COME BACK HERE NOW! I COMMAND YOU!
As if replying, they come back with vadskye, the souls part allowing a path. The unholy one slumps down on the floor, leaning on his throne for support,
the souls about the room chuckle in an eerie voice.
Vadskye raises the crystal up high, and stabs it into the open wound. The unholy one's cloak flys off, revealing his skeletal, rotted face. Gorman, Vadskye and Dean look away, afraid of the horrid face. His two red eyeballs roll in the back of their sockets, The Unholy one screams a silent scream. The crystal glows a dark orange when vadskye pull's it out of him. He slumps to the ground, sprawled across his throne. His aura diminishes slowly.
The unholy one stirs. He wakes up, he notices his aura is not as dark. He looks around, looking for his undead army. All destroyed.
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Vadskye91
Promising
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posted April 15, 2004 10:48 PM |
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OOC:Look, Dean already posted it, you don't need to post your (temporary) defeat again.
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MightyMage
Honorable
Legendary Hero
of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
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posted April 16, 2004 04:35 PM |
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OOC: My post is happining during the battle with 2X and while Dingo and RSF were still in the tavern after visiting the king...so no one gets confused.
*The sun has risen now but it's light does not shine. From the distance a dark cloud could be seen rising and covering the great ball of light*
Mighty Mage: Hmmmmm, I sence somthing...different.
*Suddenly the cloud disperses letting the sun shine through again. Mighty Mage simply passes this off as just another piece of mystery in the world.*
Mighty Mage: A night of killing leaves a man hungry. I need to find a tavern.
*Walking towards the tavern located near the old warehouse, Mighty Mage begins to sence a magic aura. It feels like RSF. Not wanting to cause too much of a scene in broad daylight, he continues past the tavern in search of a differt watering hole, one clean of the Time Mage's presence.*
Mighty Mage: I'll wait til night, ask around, and find RSF. After that I'll kill the little bastard. No man taks away MY pracious time and lives to talk about it. Besides, I was gonna kill him anyway. I just have to kill his little buddy as well.
*About an hour has passed and Mighty Mage finally comes upon another tavern. Just as he is about to walk up to it he hears the yelling of a familier voice. It's that angel. Hmmmmmm, now this could be interesting. As far as Mighty Mage knew, the angel and his friends still trusted him. Maybe they wouldn't mind seeing him again.*
Dean: Mighty Mage? Where have you been?
Mighty Mage: Huh? Oh right, the shapeshifter. Just around. That time mage trapped me in his vortex. So I was....looking for you guys.
Gorman: Really. Well instead of wandering around you should have used a tracking spell or somthing. We could have used your help.
Mighty Mage: With what? Downing a keg of ale?
Vadskye: Try fighting off a dark presence so evil that with one look you feel as if you were better off dead.
Mighty Mage: (You probably are)
Vadskye: What was that?
Mighty Mage: Nothing. I said nothing.
Vadskye: Oh, do you still have that crystal with you. We may need it.
Mighty Mage: What crystal. I have no crystal.
Gorman: Sure you do. We saw you pull it out before. You didn't get rid of it did you?
Mighty Mage: I believe I did. Now enough of this talk of crystals. I'm hungry.
*Vadskye and Dean shrug their shoulders and turn back to their drinks. Dean however doesn't buy MM's story. Somthing about it seemed off. He also noticed somthing the others didn't. A small dark glow coming from inside Mighty Mage's cloak.*
Dean: Have you seen RSF lately?
*Mighty Mage thinks aout this and decides not to tell him*
Mighty Mage: No actually, he must have gone back to his hideout. I'll...we'll search for him later.
Dean: Right...
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Though I must still bow
in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
want to be! - OhforfSake
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted April 16, 2004 04:53 PM |
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Vadskye is confused, surely MM wouldn't have gotten rid of it.
Vadskye: "You feeling okay?"
MM: "Yeah, yeah, just fine."
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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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RSF and Dingo walk into the tavern and everyone inside rises to their feet. A peasant calls out.
Peasant: "It is Lord RSF. Show your respect."
RSF: "At ease. I am here just as you good citizens are. I wish to eat as an equal today. Relax and go as you please."
Everyone returns to their seat, but cannot continue as they were. Instead they focus their attention of RSF and Dingo as the owner of the tavern takes them to their seats. A waiter comes to the table and greets them with an awkward smile and greeting.
Waiter: "G-g-good evening Lord RSF."
RSF: "I am well, thank you. How are my humbled citizens today?"
Waiter: "Are you speaking to me?"
The owner glares at the waiter and gives him an elbow.
Owner: "We are wonderful. How can we help you today? Here is our menu."
The owner hands RSF and Dingo two menus.
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Go Red Sox!
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted April 16, 2004 06:58 PM |
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MM clenches his fists and it takes all three of the others to restrain his anger. Even as he helps restrain MM, however, he almost feels like helping him.
OOC: Vadskye is still too tired to fall completely under the crystal's sway. I'll probably go phsycho by next post though.
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted April 16, 2004 09:39 PM |
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He said he was okay, but I knew something was wrong. He smelled….intense….feverish almost, but not sick. The scent permeated the booth we were sitting at. I already had a burr in coat from the aura Vadskye’s crystal was giving off, and Gorman’s threats had put a snarl in my throat. When MM walked into the tavern my hackles actually rose and I felt a growl trying to build.
He asked where we had been, and we told him
Vadskye: Try fighting off a dark presence so evil that with one look you feel as if you were better off dead.
Mighty Mage: (You probably are)
Neither of the other two heard those words, and he denied saying them, but I heard. A wolf’s ears are very sharp.
When we asked if he still had his crystal he told us a bare faced lie. I could feel it in the room, adding malevolence to the one Vadskye carried. That much darkness in one room, I felt ready to chew my tail off. Or leap for someone’s throat. I could see it’s muted green glow through MM’s cloak. Maybe the angel’s throat, after that threat.
MM was definitely NOT ok.
Gorman was definitely NOT ok.
Vadskye was definitely NOT ok.
I was certainly NOT ok!
The four of us sat and ate and drank and talked. None of us meeting another’s eye, but glancing sideways at the others, as if we didn’t trust them. Like four coiled springs we sat, with false smiles and clipped laughter, I with my tongue hanging to one side and a wolfish grin on my wolfish face. Discussing the time mage, and tracking him to his hideout. It was only a matter of time before something happened.
The jokes became more edged, a little personal. I could feel the other three tensing around me, ready to fight if needed and I realised that I was tensed as well.
It didn’t matter.
One more comment from either of them and I was going to bite them a new a**hole.
Peasant: "It is Lord RSF. Show your respect."
MM clenched his fists and began to rise. Gorman and Vadskye each grabbed a shoulder, and I bounded into his lap to hold him down.
Gorman: (hissing whisper) You fool! He hasn’t seen us yet! And he has his pet hypnotist with him!
MM: You dare to call me fool! I’ll ma-
Vadskye: (whispering) You’re both fools if you won’t shut up! Now what are we going to do?
A concerted attack. We need to hit them quickly before they realise we’re here. I wouldn’t worry about the peasants. If they get in the way, kill them
Vadskye: Is that you’re great plan? Don’t you think we could have figured that out ourselves?
I don’t think you could figure out which shoes go on which foot in the morning if they weren’t marked left and right you-
MM: (shouting) THAT’S IT! I’VE SUFFERED ENOUGH OF YOU IMBECILES! I’LL KILL YOU ALL!
The four of us spring back from each other. Gorman drawing his sword, Vadskye’s knives glowing with enchantment and MM’s hands bathed in a fiery light. My own teeth are bared and a dangerous growl escapes from my throat as I try and decide who to attack first.
*ahem*
A cough behind us makes us all stop and look round.
RSF and Dingo are calmly sitting at their table watching the four of us…….
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted April 16, 2004 09:57 PM |
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OOC: Nice choice of weapons for me Asmodean! 
BIC:
Vadskye spun quickly to throw his enhanced daggers at RSF, then stopped, suddenly realizing what he was about to do.
Vadskye: "Stop everyone!"
Confused by the command, the other three stopped preparing to fight. RSF and Dingo waited. Vadskye lowered his weapons to show that he meant peace.
Vadskye: "It's the crystals! I've never felt so angry before! MM, give me the crystal."
MM: "I told you, I don't have it!"
Vadskye: "Yes you do. Look, I think the crystals are doing something to us. RSF! You have a crystal, don't you?"
RSF: "What does it matter?"
Vadskye: "So you do; if you didn't, you would have said no. Now remember when we used the crystals to take that creature's power? Look at my crystal."
Vadskye pulled out his crystal. It was dark, and it cast an almost tangible shadow over the room. Vadskye strained to control his homoicdal impulses.
Vadskye: "We need to do something about this, and so we need your help RSF."
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gorman
Promising
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Been around since before 2003
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posted April 17, 2004 04:32 AM |
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OOC: I'm not mad! I just got sick of being called 'angelboy' Was getting damned annoying!  lol
BIC:
Gorman: If I have to put up with that time mage I want no tricks coming out of him or his lacky. Anything funny and heads will start rolling on the floor!
RSF: Fine, no tricks, just sheath that sword!
Gorman: *after thinking* Done!
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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Dingo
Responsible
Legendary Hero
God of Dark SPAM
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posted April 17, 2004 05:54 AM |
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Dingo stared at the four adventurers. How could they get so close without him noticing? Dingo saw that Angel, this guy was big. Then there was some sorcerer; he was glowing of magic. Dingo also noticed a wolf, and almost laughed. They brought a pet along, how cute. There was also Vadskye; he was talking about some crystals. Vadskye was talking to the sorcerer, his name was Mighty Mage. Vadskye then pulled out a black crystal, this crystal created darkness all throughout the room. The room was now dark enough, Dingo summoned 4 Dark Spamlings and charged at the Angel. Dingo almost slapped him but that Wolf tackled Dingo. The Wolf was trying to bite off Dingo’s face but the Dark Spamlings got the Wolf off him. The Spamlings were making good work of the wolf, but that Angel was hurting the Spamlings. He teleported up to the bar counter and threw a pot of honey at the Angel. Those Spamlings had distracted the Angel, and the honey hit his wings. His wings were sticky, so hopefully he couldn’t fly for a few days.
Angel: My Wings!
Dingo realized that this was going to be a tough fight. He ran around breaking all the lights in the tavern, creating a darker environment. MM didn’t do anything yet, and this scared Dingo. A good plan was to slap the angel, and get him to fight everybody else. This seemed impossible. The Angel was slashing away at the Spamlings, he killed all of them and the last one flew at him from the side and he kicked it into the wolf. The Wolf then very oddly attacked the Angel. Dingo summoned three more Dark Spamlings. They all seemed very angry for some reason.
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The Above Post/Thread/Idea Is CopyRighted by, The Dingo Corp.
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted April 17, 2004 08:01 AM |
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Sheathing his newfound weapon, the shadow mage began to realize that he would never be the same again. He could sense shadows, and everytime a cloud or a tree darkened the landscape, Shadowcaster knew. But these insignificant shadows were cast simply from an absence of light, and the fact that they were routinely dissipated by that unholy light from above sickened the shadow mage. Darkness was now his legacy, and what a weak legacy it was. True darkness, the force that could combat the light, was rare, and the shadow mage knew the value of such darkness. He left in search of it, following the strongest sign of darkness anywhere nearby. Perhaps it would lead him to the source of dark spam.
Heading north, Shadowcaster began to practice with his weapon, as he was still new at fighting with a full length sword. However, now that he was the shroud of darkness instead of simply shrouded in it, Shadowcaster hoped he would never have to use his skills with the weapon. Nevertheless, he honed them as he walked.
The blade was surprisingly sharp, and it never seemed to dull as long as the sword was near him. Much like the master needed his sword, the sword needed its master. The two were now dependent on one another, locked together by the chains of fate, soon to be sealed in the annals of history if all went well for the darkness. For now, all Shadowcaster could do was follow the trail of darkness that would lead him to the others.
As the forest began to lose its trademark density, an indication that it would soon end, Shadowcaster noticed another trace of darkness, very far away, yet very strong. But the shadow mage was too curious about this first sign of darkness that he was creeping closer and closer toward, and he continued north until he found himself in a kingdom of sorts.
While appearing to be only a small, shoddy village, this town was actually the royal city of the last surviving absolute monarchy on this continent. Such was apparent, as the royal city had dwindled down to no much more than a large village, hardly fit for a king to rule. The recent war had likely torn the kingdom apart, as had they many others, and the impending war would likely drive this village into ruin. But politics did not interest the shadow mage and he continued on through the village, following the ever-approaching darkness to a small tavern. He stopped in front of the tavern as he heard a struggle coming from inside. Trouble was brewing. Yes, this was the place.
He slowly entered, immediately casting his shadow throughout the already darkened room. Then, surveying his surroundings, Shadowcaster was shocked to find not only his friends and enemies of old, but several of those creatures that he had seen in the throne room as well. As the shadow fell over the room, the creature each turned and immediately charged him. Shadowcaster stood motionlessly, waiting unfearfully for the creatures to approach. As they leapt at him one by one, each disappeared into the shadow mage, now a part of him. He laughed, and realized that darkness could not counter darkness. Since he was the essence, the spamlings had been drawn in.
Shadowcaster began to scan the room, looking for the creator of dark spam as everyone struggled to find a foothold in this unsightly room. He noticed that Dingo, the Order hypnotist, was looking right at him. He could see, though probably only dimly, through his shadow. This was the source of the spamlings, all right. The shadow mage approached him, but was interrupted by a growling from behind. He turned in time to see a wolf leap at him and knock him to the ground, sniffing and listening into the darkness to find the intruder.
"Hah! Two can play at that game, wolf!"
Silently, the nimble shadow mage made his way over to the bar and tipped over the drink cabinet, spilling merlot, brandy, beer, and several other variations of drink all over the place. A staunch aroma now wafted in the air, rendering the animal's sense of smell useless. He crept silently back over to the wolf and struck it with the hilt of his blade, knocking it unconcious. An animal did not belong in a tavern anyway.
Turning back to Dingo, Shadowcaster approached the god of spam slowly and sheathed his sword. The god sat still, not at all afraid of the shadow mage. The two stared at each other without wavering for a few moments before Shadowcaster broke the unsteady silence.
"You created those monsters? I thought you were merely a hypnotist."
"No, I am now much more, just as you now appear to be, shadow mage. I have attained the powers of a god, and I now rule over all dark spam."
"Excellent, just as I had hoped. I have a proposition for you. Seeing as how I can either render your spamlings useless or augment their powers beyond what you could alone. Imagine what you could accomplish with these minions of yours if they had a shadow to prowl around in, none could match your might. In exchange, I want you to provide me with as much dark spam as I desire, whenever I want."
Dingo hesitated, and weighed the decision in his mind as everyone else grew silent and listened in on the possible alliance that was now in the process of forming.
"Well, what do you say?"
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted April 17, 2004 04:05 PM |
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Vadskye was stunned by Dingo's attack. Soon he was being dragged out the door by Dean. Dean stopped then, and pounced at some dark figure. It dodged and toppled shelves of drinks, for some unknown reason. Then it kicked Dean! He ran over and grabbed Dean, bringing him outside along with MM. Vadskye looked over at MM once they were out, and saw a peculiar glint in his eye. Vadskye shuddered. He didn't know what MM was planning, but it definitely wasn't good.
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soccerfeva
Disgraceful
Famous Hero
banned
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posted April 18, 2004 10:47 AM |
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I don know what you're talking about but I'm spamming!!
Well,let me remind you people that I used to have 500 post count until I delete threads and my post count drop to 300+ then I didn't post as often as I did.
I used to be a super spammer,you know.. how can you guys forget about me? What is this war? Spam war? I wanna join! Is it too late anyway?
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted April 18, 2004 02:51 PM |
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OOC: You can join by making a character in the OOC. The rules are on the first page. Oh and by the way, this is the first time this thread has been spammed. Please don't spam it up.
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted April 18, 2004 04:36 PM |
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Suddenly, Deimos staggered into the tavern from the storage room. He was all bloody.
Deimos: UGH! Someone poisoned my goblet!
Deimos looked at the room and saw who was there.
Deimos: Oh.
Deimos noticed Shadow was there.
Deimos: YOU! YOU POISONED MY GOBLET!
Shadow: DEIMOS! Why would I do that?
Deimos: YOU! YOU DARE ASK ME THAT?! LET SHEILA'S JUSTICE RAIN UPON YOU!
Shadow: Sheila?
Deimos: YES, SHEILA, YOU NO-GOOD, MURDERING, SCUM! AND TO THINK I TRUSTED YOU!
Shadow looked at Dingo.
Shadow: What's wrong with him?
MM: He's obviously not himself. MITRASON!
The knockout spell succeeded, and Deimos slumped to the ground.
MM: Vadskye, what were you saying about the crystals?
Vadskye: Wait, this may be important.
Vadskye tied Deimos to a table. Deimos woke up.
Deimos: FILTH! EVERYONE! GO KILL SHA-
MM: Mesmeros. Be quiet. That's better. Now tell us, how did you get like this?
Deimos fell under partial sway of the spell.
Deimos: I- After sleeping at the inn, I decided to go here. I realized that it was useless to go after anyone, seeing that they were already far away. I went here. I drank a lot, but since magogs are immune to alchohol, I didn't get drunk. Then someone put poison in my goblet and made me get all bloody.
MM: All right, now what's this with Shadow?
Deimos told everyone his story.
Deimos: And so, Shadow and RSF are my mortal enemies.
Vadskye: All right. Now we know. But who poisoned Deimos?
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Let's Have War=Best thread on HC.
By the way, my name is Deimos, not Diemos.
Some people don't have a life. Others spend it on HC- Lord Woock.
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