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Lord_Woock
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted August 03, 2004 01:07 PM |
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Come 'ere, beast, come 'ere... Uncle Woockardo ain't gonna hurt you... I never mean to hurt nobody, come on... Look, I'll even put down my axe...
thunk
See? I'm not gonna hurt you...
Screeech... CRACK!
Good beastie... Now I'm gonna take you with me... Now, where did I put my axe? Ah, here you are...
thump, thump, thump, thump... creeaaak... thump, thump, thump... thud
'See this?' Woockardo said, dropping the beast's limp body to the ground.
'Yeah. It's a dark spamling, right? One of Dingo's minions', RSF said.
'Well, I'm gonna take you for a walk... Follow me, will ya?'
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted August 04, 2004 07:03 PM |
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*flying above the treetops acting as a scout for MM and Kaylianna below...I sense a disturbance in the air. As though the weather had suddenly gotten about 20 degrees colder. Looking around yet seeing nothing but a rather large dark shape in the distance. It appears to be a dragon...but I can't quite tell from this distance. I swoop down and land lightly next to MM*
Gorman: Did you feel that?
*MM and Kaylianna look puzzled*
Gorman: I could have swore the weather dropped 20 degrees! You two didn't feel anything?
Kaylianna: No...did you see anything up there?
Gorman: Well...*thinks a moment*...I'm not entirely sure...but I believe I saw a dragon up there. MM, could you get into contact with Vadskye and them? See where they are and what they're up to? Perhaps we should join them?
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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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MightyMage
Honorable
Legendary Hero
of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
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posted August 05, 2004 04:23 AM |
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*After leaving the dwelling of the mayor, the trio could do nothing but what they came to do. The Zyphers Emerald shouldn't be too far off considering the growing storm in the distance. No sooner had Gorman flown up to act as scout had he returned looking chilled and frightened at the same time.*
Gorman: Did you guys feel that?
*Mighty Mage looks at Kaylianna in wonderment but she only returns the puzzeled glance.*
Kaylianna: Not sure what you mean. Care to elaborate?
Gorman: Yeah, it dropped like 20 degrees. You guys didn't notice that?
Mighty Mage: I didn't. You Kay?
Kaylianna: Nor did I. Are you sure it wasn't the height you were at?
Gorman: No way. I wasn't that high up.
Mighty Mage: Sounds like somthing amiss. Did you see anything else?
*Gorman, stopped in thought decides to respond in what he saw*
Gorman: Actually, it looked like a dragon...but it couldn't have been a dragon. There arn't nearly enough cliffs around here for a dragon dwelling...but I know I saw a dragon. You gotta get ahold of Vadskye and the others. Maybe we can join up with them. Besides, this whole town is freakin me out.
Kaylianna: I have to agree with Gorman, This town is quite unusual. I havn't felt welcome since the moment we arrived.
Mighty Mage: No. Not yet. The crystal is so close in reach.
Gorman: Yeah but you heard what the lard in the building said. The Forsaken One's are already moving in on this place. We can't battle them. Not yet. We'll come back when we have the others.
Mighty Mage: NO! I didn't come all the way out here for nothing. I'm going for that crystal whether you want to come or not. If I come in contact with a Forsaken One, I'll fight it. I will fight it until one of us dies.
Gorman: You are clinically insane my friend.
Kaylianna: You are either very brave or very stupid.
Gorman: I'd say stupid. You realize going out like that alone is like signing a deathwish. I for one have had my share of dying. I do believe I'm running out of lives.
Kaylianna: That is why I'm going with him.
Gorman: WHAT!? You both are crazy. My god, you're punishing me arn't you. You sent me back to a bunch of pshycopathic magi with a deathwish. Why? What did I do wrong?
Mighty Mage: So are you coming or are you going to whine to your god all day?
Gorman: Do I really have a choice in the matter?
Mighty Mage: Good, I'd hate to see us broken up after all this.
*Nearby in the bushes, a rustle sounded which alerted Gorman standing nearby.*
Gorman: Did you hear that? Over in the bushes.
Mighty Mage: Give it a poke.
Gorman: Ok.
*Gorman withdrawls his sword and pokes it into the bush which loudly yelps in surprise*
Bush: Ouch! Don't do that!
Mighty Mage: Come out now.
Bush: Ok ok.
*From the bush emerges a young loking gentleman wearing an open red coat revealing all black clothes under. Atop his head was a featherd red cap adorned by a formed piece of metal.*
Man: My name is Larac. I couldn't help but notice you three wandering about. I am guessing that you two are mages?
Mighty Mage: We are but what concern is that of you?
Larac: I myself am a mage. As you can see I belong to the famed Order West.
Gorman: The who?
Larac: We are a mage order that specializes in the gaining of knowledge and order by study. The majority of our members our either Red or Blue magi.
Mighty Mage: I do believe I've heard of that order. Although not as famous as you say, they are still quite respected.
Larac: And what order might you belong to?
Kaylianna: We belong to the Royal Order of Supreme Magi.
Larac: Ahh, I am in the Presence of Supreme Magi?
Mighty Mage: Yes you are.
Larac: What brings you all the way out here? Surely you have much larger things to do than meddle in these affairs.
Mighty Mage: Than what exactly brings you here?
Larac: Our Order has been keeping watch over this town, more so recently. As it turns out there have been some time disturbances in this area and we felt compelled to investigate. Sure enough there were warps in our already fragle time frame.
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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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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 05, 2004 04:33 AM |
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Deimos: Dean, you're not making much sense.
Dean: I know.
A rustle in the bushes interrupted their conversation.
Deimos: Who goes there?!
A blond girl, looking to be around 10, wearing an orange shirt and pants, climbed out.
Girl: Hey! Ugly! How dare you speak that way to a lady! My uncle will have you flogged through the city gates!
Deimos: Who's your uncle? Mr. Imaginary King?
Girl: He's the lord of this land! Lord Mayvin!
Dean: I never heard of him.
Vadskye: I have. He's not very rich, but he keeps relative order.
Girl: What are you whispering about?! It's not polite!
Deimos: Ah. So, "milady", may I have the "honor" of knowing your name?
Girl: Lady Angelica Mayvin!
Deimos: So, Angelica, what are you doing here?
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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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2XtremeToTake
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted August 05, 2004 08:27 AM |
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The unholy one recieves his orders from Motherdark. But why would he be taking orders from his mother. He is no longer a child. Why am i listening to this woman. I should reseal her back where she belongs. What on earth does SHE do anyways. He shakes the thoughts off and assembles the three horsemen
Unholy One: Right you heard motherdark. I have been devising some new torture methods. Watch this.
He leads the three horsemen into a room, where an elderly man lays strapped onto a concrete altar. At the tip of his feet lays an iron roller, covered in spikes. He walks over to it, glances coldly at the old man, and turns the lever on the roller. It rolls over the mans feet, crushing and mutilating them. He continues to roll it across the mans body slowly, stopping at the chest and going back down. He repeats the process several times, and then finishes the old man off.
War: I like your new invention. Very interesting. I love watching petty mortal suffer. The look on his face was almost arousing.
Unholy One: I thought you would like it. Haha. Lets go. Bring the gasoline.
The three horsemen plus the unholy one journey out to a populated village, on the outskirts of the former Order stronghold. West lays the royal order of supreme magi, from which the three magi come from. They are third on the list. In the silence of night, Death sneaks up behind the sentry guards, and rips their souls out, silently. Then Pestilence, War and the Unholy One spill gasoline all over the village. The Unholy One grabs a torch, and lights it. THe village erupts in flames instantly. Screams of terror and pain are heard from all over. Some men attempt to fight them off. Most of them end up losing their minds. Litterally. The smoke rises into the air, along with the smell of gasoline and burning flesh. The three horsemen and the unholy one walk through the flames, unaffected, heading on to their next village. All the forsaken ones are aligned. Nothing can stop us now!
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 05, 2004 02:45 PM |
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Angelica: What I'm doing here?! You better tell me about yourselves first!
Dean: Okay.
He told her.
Angelica: You're not very nice.
Dean: Well, this magog, Deimos, isn't but-
Angelica: You're not nice either. You're trying to give me nightmares and bore me at the same time.
Dervol: So, Angelica, why do you think this is boring?
Angelica: The Forsoken-
Deimos: Forsaken-
Angelica: NEVER INTERRUPT A LADY!
Deimos: Geez. Sorry.
Angelica: Yes, you are. Now, the Forsaken Ones are a lot of old dumb history. They're not real. I'm not a little kid to believe in them.
Deimos: They're real. So, what are you doing here?
Angelica: Escaping.
Dean: From what?
Angelcia: My uncle.
Vadskye: Why?
Angelica: He's boring!
Vadskye: How is he boring?
Angelica: "Stop socializing with peasants, Angelica! Get to your studies, Angelica! Blah, blah, blah, Angelica!" Boring!
Deimos: Do you know how dangerous this forest is?
Angelica: What? There's something worse than black meat-dogs?
Dervol: What?
Dean: Spamlings.
Angelica: What's the point of them, anyway? They're useless, and not scary at all.
Deimos: They gave us trouble.
Angelica: Then you're wimps.
Dean: How did you fight them?
Angelcia: I yelled at them and they disappeared.
Deimos: Just like that. Amazing. Hey, you yelled at me a lot, and I'm still standing.
Angelcia: STOP BEING SACRACTIC!
Deimos clutched his head.
Deimos: AAAAAAAAH!
Deimos fell to the ground.
Angelica: See?
Deimos was knocked out.
When he came to...
Deimos: How did you do that?
Angelica: You saw it yourself.
Dean: She appeared to have made some powerful telepathetic bond, then broke it quickly, causing you to be knocked out.
Deimos: O k a y.
Angelica: So don't ever be rude to me again!
Dean: She's not in control of it, though. She seems only to be able to use it when she is truly angry.
The bushes rustled again.
Deimos: Who's there?!
A man in royal clothing climbed out.
Angelica: U-uncle Valc!
Deimos: Who?
Valc: I'm Lord Valc Mayvin. This is my runaway neice, Angelica.
Angelica: Uncle, what are you doing here?
Valc: The city was attacked by the Forsakens!
Deimos: Forsaken Ones.
Valc: So you know about them?!
Dean: Yeah. We're Supreme Magi.
Valc: This magog too?
Deimos: Me? No way.
Valc: So, Angelica, what are you doing in the company of a theif, a demon-
Deimos: Magog.
Valc: Magag-
Deimos: MAGOG!
Valc: Magog, and two Supreme Magi?
Angelica: Well, you see...
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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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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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posted August 17, 2004 04:43 PM |
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RSF is still very weak, but he does his best to follow Woockardo.
Woockardo: "My grandmother walks faster than you. Well she never really walked, more like a stomp. She was bigger than me. Hurry up or I'm carrying you and I know you won't like that. Your hand is already starting to die from the last time I carried you."
The undead dwarf points at RSF's hand. He looks down at it. His eyes widen and stares in awe at his now old, withered hand, his fingers bony, the skin stiffened and tightened, with a dull blackness to it. His hand looked nothing but dead. He moved his fingers and found it to be fully functional, not an ounce of strength less than his other hand made of healthy flesh. RSF is now motivated quite a bit more to keep up with the dwarf.
Woockardo: "There ya go. This is a reasonable pace, slow but much more reasonable than before."
The time mage follows the dwarf over stumps, through ponds of muck. The terrain of the forest is slick and slimy where one can easily lose his footing. The dwarf seems to slash his axe everyone in a while at what appears to be nothing, but carcasses always appear out of nowhere after he raises his axe.
After what seems to be an eternity of endless walking, the dwarf stops and turns to face RSF.
Woockardo: "Here we are."
RSF: "This is the Dark Spam Fortress."
Woockardo: "Very good. Now we know that you don't have any amnesia."
Their conversation is interrupted by a several beings leaving the Fortress.
Woockardo: "That's what I'm talking about. Those are the side effects I was talking about. Those things keep coming and going from the Fortress. Other monsters have been cropping up everywhere as well. You are responsible for these beings, because you built that damn fort."
RSF: "I think you are mistaken."
Woockardo: "MISTAKEN! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THOSE BEINGS! ADMIT IT NOW!"
RSF: "Yes. It is my fault."
A tear forms in his eyes. He is reminded of the tragic mistake he made.
RSF: "I must fix it."
Woockardo: "Damn right you should."
RSF: "But I don't think you fully understand why those beings are there. Those are the Forsaken Ones. I released them for reasons of which I do not wish to speak. All I can say is that it is my life's greatest regret, well one of many, but I don't want to explain my life's story."
Woockardo: "Good I don't want you to explain your life's story either. You mentioned these Forsaken Ones. Explain why they are here."
RSF: "You don't know of the Forsaken Ones? The War of Power thousands of years ago?"
Woockardo: "Wait I think I remember that now. Yes a very long time ago I saw those same beings build another fort in this forest. They caused the same troubles that are happening now. Then suddenly all the beasties disappeared and the Fort sank into the ground."
RSF: "Yes that's because the Forsaken Ones were defeated trapped away in a crystal. And I let them loose, but I am determined to destroy them, not trap them away again for them to be merely released again at a later date."
Woockardo: "So you are saying that you are responsible for releasing the Forsaken Ones, but they are responsible for ruining my forest?"
RSF: "Yes. Motherdark the creator of the Forsaken Ones creates beasts and beings all the time. I bet she is responsible for the scourges that plague this already cursed forest. But Feraleena is another child of higher being who is a beast master. She is most likely responsible for the sudden great numbers of beasts lately."
The Forsaken Ones all exit the Fort never noticing the perfectly camouflaged duo. One would think the giant dwarf to be an eye sore, standing out like a man wearing an ostrich costume at a funeral. But Woockardo was skilled enough to pull it off.
RSF: "They are all gone now. If I am to restore this forest as you wish, I must defeat those foul beings."
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Go Red Sox!
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Lord_Woock
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted August 17, 2004 05:28 PM |
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They're gone... Good.
Thud, thud, thud, CRASH
'You didn't have to kick down the door you know', said RSF.
'Shut up', muttered Woockardo.
Spam... Spam everywhere...
'You'll have to step on the clear tiles here, if you step on the spam you'll fall back', RSF said.
'My eyesight is not as good as it used to be. You lead.'
thump, thump, tap, thump, tap, tap, thump, thump, taptaptap thump...
'Who goes there?', said an unseen stranger.
'Dingo? Is that you?', said RSF.
YOU?? How dare you...
'No, don't! Don't kill him!', shouted RSF, trying to stop Woockardo.
'Oh, I won't kill him... He's not gonna die... He'll share your fate!'
'No, don't! He can help us get rid of the Forsaken Ones!'
'Fine then. I'll let him live... in the same shape.'
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 18, 2004 01:12 AM |
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Valc: Our town was attacked by some metal torture machines!
Angelica: Oh. Any fatalities?
Valc: 99%
Deimos: WHAT? HOW CAN ALMOST AN ENTIRE TOWN BE KILLED BY A FEW FORSAKEN ONES?!
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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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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
Back again
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posted August 18, 2004 01:15 AM |
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Vadskye: "Well, you see, we're currently fighting the Unholy Ones ourselves. We recently rescued Dervol-"
Dervol: "Hi."
Vadskye: "-from one of them. Angelica just stumbled across us recently."
Valc: "Do you know why I want her back?"
Vadskye: "Yes, and I personally think it's a good idea."
Angelica: "WHAT?!?!"
Vadskye: "OWIEowieowieow..."
Dean: "
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Knowledge is power...
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted August 18, 2004 01:37 AM |
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'...bloody stupid girl running round a forest with forsaken one's loose. Putting the mojo on people. Someone should teach her a lesson. Someone should teach them ALL a lesson'.
*In a single moment of searing rage and pain it became clear to me that these inferior little ants were only fit to be crushed, that all I had to do was close my fist and the annoying little girl would die in agony and I could deal with the others.
Grinning with the pleasure of the pain I held up my hand and began to close my fist.
I closed my eyes and listened to the symphony of the screams, so sweet in my ears.
I felt the slap on my face and heard another of the ants say...*
'Dean what the hell are you doing!!'
They were all staring at me. Dervol with her mouth hanging open, Vadskye getting ready to hit me again. Deimos had unsheathed his claws and was tensed to attack.
The stranger, Vanc was cradling Angelica in his arms and making sooting noises to her. But he shot me one look of pure hatred before he bent his head to the little girl again.
'I...I don't know' I said. What had come over me?
I didn't know.
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 18, 2004 04:12 AM |
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Deimos: IDIOT! YOU EXPOSED YOURSELF AS THE ANGENT OF THE FORSAKEN ONES!
Vadskye: Well...
Deimos: Are you protecting him?! If there's one thing that the Betrayer incident taught me, it's to trust NO ONE!
Vadskye: Dean is not a spy for the Forsaken Ones. I think it's his crystal.
Dean: No... It felt different.
Vadskye: By the way, Dean, did you happen to notice what Lord Mayvin did?
Valc: What? What did I do?
Angelica: *whimper*
Vadskye: It seems he made some sort of shield around himself and Angelica. They are unharmed, though shaken.
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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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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted August 18, 2004 07:25 AM |
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As if reminded of his inherent distrust of anyone like himself, the shadow mage quickly snapped back into reality and bent slowly to pick up the weapon. Alivia stepped forward and onto the blade, the hilt escaping Shadowcaster's grip and falling back into the dirt.
"No!" she abruptly shouted, as if stricken by a deathly fear. Then, remembering the alliance that was on the brink of succeeding, she recomposed herself. "This is my weapon, you need one of your own. Something that suits your own taste." Her eyes focused on his, and she seemed to read into his very soul to find which weapon was suitable for her son.
"...A dagger. You need a dagger."
Alivia turned away from her son and sank into deep thought, and for what seemed an eternity to Shadowcaster, she deliberated what to do with the boy. Eventually, she snapped out of the trance, and quickly turned back to her son.
"I think it's time you met your 'grandmother'."
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>_>
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 21, 2004 07:58 PM |
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Deimos: A shield, huh.
Valc: What shield?
Vadskye: How can you not know?
Valc: Oh. I think I know what you are talking about. In my family, we have a few... talents which we can activate, somethimes when we're not aware of them.
Vadskye: I see.
Deimos: Well, your talent came in handy for you and Angelica.
Angelica: Wh-what happened, anyway?
Dean: I'm not sure.
Deimos: Whatever it was, it hurt. Don't you ever do that again!
Dean: I'll try.
Deimos: Valc, Angelica, it is not safe for you here.
Angelica: Uncle Valc can shield us from anything, and I can knock anyone out!
Dean: Nevertheless, it is not safe.
Dervol: I suggest you go to the Royal Order of Supreme Magi. The Forsaken Ones will not go anywhere near that.
Valc: Okay. Come on, Angelica.
They walked away.
Dervol: Dean, can you explain what made you do this in detail?
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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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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted August 21, 2004 08:41 PM |
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'I'm not actually sure what I did Dervol' I said.
I just got these immense feelings of.....I don't know what to call them. Superiority. I just started getting these thoughts about you all as ants, and then it goes a little hazy. The last time I felt anything like that was when we were carrying the crystals tainted with the Unholy One's essence. But the crystal I'm carrying is clean, and so is Vadskye's. I don't understand it at all'.
The others looked at me like I was some sort of madman, like I was dangerous. I was dangerous, more dangerous than the three of those puny - NO NO! Stop!! Keep a firm hold on yourself man!!
In order to ditract myself I called a halt for a meal.
'I think I'll send Mighty Mage a message to check in with him. See if he's made any progress and let him know we rescued you'.
And see if that damn angel is behaving himself, I thought to myself.
After I sent the message I sent up a griffin to scout the way incase we should run into any surprises like the werewolves from the haunted forest.
We had decided to travel to all the nearby settlements and villages to see if we could gather stories of legendary or heroic weapons. One of them might have a grain of truth behind them, which might give us a clue for our search.
Keeping a tight grip on my thoughts and emotions was hard. A drenching rain constantly pounded down on us, and Dervol and I grew so weary maintaining a shield spell that we eventually gave up and got wet.
We arrived at a small village, with barely thirty houses in it and took rooms at the inn.
When we walked into the inn there was deathly silence as the villagers watched us file in.
I wondered what made them so wary of strangers but I ecured two rooms for us, one for Dervol and a second or the rest of us.
I wasn't looking forward to Deimos' snoring but I was asleep almost as soon as I lay down.
The next morning we awoke and went down to the common room for breakfast.......
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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MightyMage
Honorable
Legendary Hero
of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
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posted August 22, 2004 04:03 AM |
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*No one spoke. Mighty Mage looked down in thought, Kaylianna, eyes closed, seemed
also in thought, and Gorman looked more serious than he had ever before. Finally, he
spoke first breaking the silence.*
Gorman: I've got it. I've finally figured it out.
Kaylianna: What?
Gorman: Hah! All Mages are a bunch of whack jobs. That's it. Hey Gorman, let's go
risk our lives trying to save the world from century old beasts known to be unbeatable.
While we're at it, let's run into some crazy town, have a bunch of people stare at us like
we're some freaks, then run into this guy here who feels it necessary to hide in bushes and
listen in on other people's conversations. Now, not only do we have the ancient monsters
who as you have so kindly pointed out were released due to my trust in RSF but we also
have this whole screw up with the time thingy. Now, please, if you could do me a favor
and explain to me WHY I’m still here, That’d be great.
Larac: Uh...not to intrude or anything buuuuut, is your angel friend alright?
Mighty Mage: In all honesty, I don’t think so.
Kaylianna: He snapped. Wow.
Gorman: SHUTUP! I DID NOT SNAP! I simply came to the realization that YOU and
the bald maniac standing next to you are insane...not me, you.
Mighty Mage: Hey, I resent that. I can’t help my lack of hair.
Kaylianna: We are not insane and if I’m not mistaken it was you who offered to come
along.
Gorman: I didn’t really have much choice in the matter. If it were up to me I would have
stayed dead and just watch you all die from up there. But noooooo, not my god. My god
gets a kick out of watching me suffer.
Mighty Mage: Did it ever occur to you that maybe the reason your god brought you back
was to give you a second chance? Maybe to make up for your mistakes?
Gorman: Yeah...right.
Larac: Again, not to interupt, but I believe we need to focus on the task at hand.
Gorman: Shut your hole mage boy. I’ve gone this far listening to these two and I am not
about to add to the list.
Larac: You don’t understand. The rip in time...it grows.
Gorman: Huh? Wait, rip in time?
Larac: Yes, I told you earlier that this town is the adverse affect of distortion in the
time/space continum. Yes it was advanced before but not this far. From what I know, a
man and what I believe is his family came here about a year ago from some time in the
future. Since than he has taken control over the city and has declared himself it’s
supreme overlord. The people see him as a great wizard or somthing because he
possesses technology from the future. Unknown to him though are what lie beyond his
village. He also has no idea what his medleing has done thusfar either.
Mighty Mage: This rip, how did it happen?
Larac: We are unsure of the source but have so far pinpointed it to a location southwest
from here. All I can figure is bad magic.
The Three: RSF!!!
Larac: Who?
Mighty Mage: A Time Mage...the Time Mage who released the Forsaken Ones. He is
bent on total power, control, and world domination.
Gorman: Whats wierd is the guy used to be normal. One day he just cracked. Over his
dead girlfriend or somthing.
Larac: This is not good.
Kaylianna: Why?
Larac: It won’t be long before the rip causes a total time reversal. The two eras will
colide stopping everything instantainiously and than create a mass explosion eradicating
nearly all life on earth. Bad? Yes.
Gorman: Ok, let me get this straight. Not only did RSF release a band of psychopathic
evil creatures in hopes of destroying the world but he had a back up plan in case that
didn’t work?
Larac: Unlikely. He probably had no idea what his spells were doing. Generally these
kinds of things do not happen with simple time spells though. He must have tried
somthing real major to create a rip like this.
Mighty Mage: That damned time displacment. He said it was a new trick. I had no idea
how new it was. He was using that quite a bit early on to try and get rid of us.
Larac: That may be part of it but I doubt just a displacement spell, even an unpracticed
one, could have done this kind of damage. Did he try to use it to counter a spell by
chance?
Mighty Mage: Not that I know of.
Gorman: Yeah, now that I think of it. He did. When the Unholy One blasted his dark
orby thingamajigger, RSF tried to use his displacement spell to get rid of it but instead it
blew it up turning it into that dark rain stuff. That’s when this whole mess started.
Larac: Hmmm, so it seems that all that has went afoul is the cause of this RSF.
However, I’m afraid that only he may be able to stop this now.
Gorman: Ahhhh, you got to be kidding me. The one guy we all trust the least, the guy
who caused all this. That’s the guy we have to go to ta fix it all now?
Larac: Yes, and the more he flucuates his time powers, the larger the rip grows.
*The three looked on each other, all the while the strom grows*
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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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Promising
Supreme Hero
Back again
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Vadskye: "Dean, why are they staring at us like that?"
Dean: "How should I know? Let's just eat breakfast and get out of here!"
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Knowledge is power...
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted August 23, 2004 01:15 AM |
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'I had been hoping for a quick response from MM, but there must have be some magical interference blocking the magic vellum from reaching him quickly. I'll give him another day and then send him a message', I said to Vadskye.
Dervol and Deimos were still sleeping so I suggested to Vadskye that we took a look around the village. I'd been to places that were unfriendly, but these people seemed to have lost some vital spirit.
Everywhere I looked there were sullen faces. The shopkeepers just watched listlessly as people picked over their wares. The shoppers themselves seemed uninterested in what they were buying, or it's quality.
Something was very wrong in this town.
A few inquiries about legends of heroic weapons yielded a name, Mother Bismank.
So Vadskye and I went to find her.
I hope Dervol can keep Deimos out of mischief while we're gone....
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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Deimos awoke.
Deimos: Where am I? Oh, yeah, I'm at that stupid village... Where's Dean? Where's Vadskye?
Deimos walked sleepily outside his room. Drevol also just got up.
Dervol: Good morning!
Deimos: If it is a good morning, which I doubt.
Dervol: Why are you so gloomy?
Deimos: Those idiotic villagers! They looked at us with hostility!
Dervol: So?
Deimos: They were staring at me, a magog!
Dervol: I'm sure that's not true.
Deimos: It is! Those villagers deserve the frying pan!
Dervol: What?
Deimos: I mean I should burn them.
Dervol: Deimos, don't be hostile.
Deimos: All right, I'll give them one chance. I'm hungry.
Drevol: Let's go down to breakfast.
They did. The unfriendly faces turned at them.
Deimos: What are you staring at?
A burly-looking villager got up.
Villager: My name is Hans. What are you doing here?
Deimos: Why is it any of your buisness?
Dervol: Deimos, don't be rude. Mr. Hans, we're travelers-
Hans: Bandits, more like! All of you are the same! Ask for room and breakfast, then steal all of our valuables! Huh, we have plenty of those.
Deimos: FOOLISH MORTAL! YOU DARE ACCUSE A ROYAL MAGOG OF BEING A COMMON PICKPOCKET?!
Hans: Royal?
Dervol: Deimos, calm down. Mr. Hans, we are not pickpockets.
Hans: That's what they all say.
Dervol: I don't know about this magog-
Deimos: Hey!
Dervol: Sorry, Deimos, couldn't resist. Anyway, I am a member of the Royal Order of Supreme Magi.
All of the people in the inn laughed unpleasantly.
Hans: Supreme- Magi- HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's a good one! Never have they pretended to be Supreme Magi!
Deimos: Look, fool. These claws can kill a man in mere minutes. Only my kind has the antidote.
Hans: Are you threatening me?
Dervol: No, he's not. Mr. Hans, what is the problem in this village?
Hans: Pickpockets! Lousy, no-good theives! I even saw one with you!
Deimos: Vadskye. I knew he would get us into trouble.
Dervol: Hmm. Well, would you believe me if I told you we were friends of Lord Valc Mayvin?
Hans: Lord Mayvin? He's no good. He was killed by the Abominations. So was his daughter, Angelica.
A villager piped up.
Villager: Hans, that was his niece.
Hans: Same difference, John.
Deimos: What were these Abominations? Forsaken Ones?
Hans: Forsaken Ones! That's just as good! HAHAAHAHAAHA!
Dervol: Don't you believe in them?
Hans: Of course I do! Just like I believe in the Tooth Fairy! HAHAHAHA!
Deimos: He's insane. Dervol, let's go.
They walked out of the inn.
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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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Dingo
Responsible
Legendary Hero
God of Dark SPAM
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The unseen stranger was threatening Dingo. Dingo wasn’t going to take crap from anybody.
Unseen Stranger: Fine then. I'll let him live... in the same shape.
Who did this guy think he was?
Dingo: All right you’re pushing it.
Dingo rushed though the fog. Jumping over some rocks and avoiding some SPAM, he finally got close to the stranger. Dingo approached the stranger. As soon as he noticed the being’s face, he nearly jumped out of his skin. Dingo was staring an undead dwarf right in the face.
Undead Dwarf: I should slice you in half right now.
Dingo: You couldn’t slice a potato with that dull axe of yours.
The Dwarf grabbed his axe and began to raise it. Three Dark Spamlings appeared behind Dingo. Both enemies stood there, ready to attack at any moment.
RSF: Dingo stop, this is a friend of mine. His name is Woockardo.
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