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Keksimaton
Promising
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Talk to the hand
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posted August 13, 2009 09:53 PM |
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"Oh him?" Jeremy asked. "He told me that he knew a cleric and left. I think that was before we took our nap. No sign of him since."
Breakfast was continuing quite peacefully. Most conversations were regular halfling small talk with Huld. During the course of breakfast Jeremy had uttered an interesting question: "You were hurt pretty bad out there Robert, we found you unconscious near Livia's dead body. Did you see what happened out there?"
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Noone shall pass, but no one besides him shall pass.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted August 13, 2009 09:55 PM |
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Earlier that morning, Before dawn
"Are you sure about this?" Boris asked Al'Quil as they were walking towards the slavers camp.
"Sure about what? They gave me some of their dinner yesterday, so to escape paying them money I told them I'll get you over to heal their wounds. They are quite messed up after their stay with the slavers" Al'Quil replied.
"Well yeah, but who says that they are not the slavers?" Boris asked
"They got a lizardman there whom they treat with respect." Al'Quil said.
"Alright." Boris said.
The party walked in what was pretty much silence for the rest of the trip towards the ruined slavers camp, except for the hulking Aldrianda who had not come over the shock of seing her friends die. Al'Quil used the time to think over what had happened the evening yesterday. After the fight he had been to tired to think about it. And this morning he had been to busy packing down the tent to think about it. And he knew he had to think about it, cause he felt inside himself that something was WRONG with whatever it was that happened the day before.
"The slaves attacked us, right. What more is there to it?" he tried telling himself "No. It certainly seemed like it was slaves but...there was something...diffrent over them. They might have done it out of desperasion and all but there was something awfully wrong about it."
Al'Quil looked back at Aldrianda, who had started falling behind the group.
"Stop!" Al'Quil said.
The group stopped and waited for Aldrianda to catch up. Her personality and attitude had completely changed after the deaths of Richard and Elise. She was no longer the laid back, joyfull and excited half-elf she had been all her life. Now she was devistated and sad after losing two people they had only know for a few weeks, but which Aldrianda was sure could be called "friends" and "allies".
"Hmpf. Elise would have run away to return to her old life if she had gotten the chance, and Richard would probally have gone home after the slavers experience" Al'Quil mumbled.
Then a familiar thought crossed his mind.
"Except for Shandina and Aldrianda, the whole group was to be mistrusted. Elise only stayed cause she was being kept an eye on. After all, they where her "Wardens". Richard was a coward who would run when danger approached, Golaw's reason for staying was unknown, Al'Quil guessed it was because of the treasure they where seeking. While Al'Quil himself was a mercanery, ready to changed side the movement someone gave him a bigger sack of gold."
"We are all suspiciously tratiorus characters. You should be happy that two of them died doing something that benefitted you and before they turned their back to you." Al'Quil mumbled again.
Aldrianda caught up and she looked up at Al'Quil who made a final thought about how "Reality must have finally slapped you in the face" before shouting "Alright lets move it!" and the group started moving.
About breakfest time in the other camp
Al'Quil's first glims of the slavers camp that day came just in time to hear the gnome shout "Say Jeremy, where them two that were bunking with us?"
Two steps later he was standing on the top of the hill, took a deep breath before shouting "We're right here! And as I promised, I brought the cleric." he made a guesture towards Boris before turning to the rest of the party.
"Golaw, go see if you can find more of those food supplies you brought us yesterday, Grim and I will be joining you as soon as we have dumped the equipment at the campfire." Al'Quil ordered. Golaw nodded shortly before vanishing while the others kept moving down the hill towards the other group.
Al'Quil turned back to the camp right when it striked him and he could not help but shouting "That's it! That is what was wrong!"
And for the first time in years, Al'Quil's mouth turned into a grin of pure bloodlust.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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Lexxan
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Unimpressed by your logic
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posted August 14, 2009 11:47 PM |
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Edited by Lexxan at 00:13, 15 Aug 2009.
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Boris gazed apprehensively on the other party.
There was a Bard dressed completely in Marroon Robes, who had some nasty scratches. On some places his Robes were torn. The Bard was crouched next to a battered Lizardman, who looked severly damage. From what Boris could see, his Jaw was Broken, and he has a nasty gaping would on his chest. Some of his Scales where missing on his arms and stomach.
On the other side of the Lizardman stood a haughy looking man, dressed in Green and Black. Boris identified him immedeately as a Druid, due to Natural Motives (Leafs, Flowers) embroided in Gold on the rims of his cloak. He was wounded, but not severely.
Lying behind him was a Young Halfling, who was half-consious, and next to him sat, battered and bruised...
"ROBBARD!" Grim bellowed, eyeing Robert half-disdainfull, half-concerned. "Haw de yoo ge'ere?"
"I guess I was a bit-" -Robert winced and his hand stroked his ribs "careless, Hellbeard."
"Survs ye royd!" Grim gruffed. He Mumbled something about "Sneekin Teevs"
"Grim Please, this is not the time for mockery, we need to help them" Boris said, alarmed.
"Aye, Yer royd laddie. Doe yer mageks an' lat as bee dunn weth thes"
Grim sad down next to the Bard, his eyes fixed on Robert.
Boris Walked over to the Bard.
"You seem to be the only one who survived this onslaught on one piece" He spoke. "Could you tell me what happened?"
The Bard explained eveything what happened to his party :"... and that's when we met Mr. Redmoon who told us about your healing capacities."
-"Well, I'm not a truye Healing, I'm more of a Transmuter, but anyway, I can heal most types of wounds. Like those" Boris added, poiting at the Bards scratched face. "Now Hold, please erm... Whats you name again?"
- "Jeremy"
Somehow the name sounded familiar, but Boris didn't bother to think more about it. The Cleric laid his hand on Jeremy's face and muttered an Elven spell.
-"Agua Emathad Mathe"
A blue shine radiated from Boris's left Hand palm and pread across Jeremy's face, like an eerie ointment. One second later his face was Scratchless.
Boris immedeately walked over to the Lizardman, who Jeremy had called 'Shalan'.
"Oh dear, that is nasty"
Boris' heart Sank. The wounds were not only deep, but he just remembered than Lizardman skin comes with a Natural Magic Resistance, which included healing spells.
-"Can you heal him?" Jeremy asked
"I'll try." Boris said. He pointed his staff at Shalan's chest and said :
"Balsemio"
Nothing happened whatsoever. Jeremy raised an eyebrow.
"Wrong Spell?" He asked
"Not really. It's just Magic Resistance."
-"And can't you just use the spell you used on me?"
-"No. That spell is supposed to cure light wounds. Even if it worked on Shalan, it will not do anything at all. It's too weak to use."
Boris stood up "So we'll need to do this traditionally. I know a recipe of an Elven Ointment that can heal this wounds mundanely. I'll need some volunteers to get the herb though. They'll be found nearby, but it might be dangerous as the Slavers may still lurk about."
-" I have some knowledge of herblore" Aldrianda said hoasely. It was the first time she had spoken since at least an hour. Boris actually had wondered whether she still had a voice at all.
-"Excellent. Take Shandina and Karla with out and look for the following..."
Boris summed up a list of herbs, spices and plants that would be needed for the Ointment."
-"Alright" Aldrianda said, and she vanished through the bushes with Shandina and Karla in her wake.
In the meantime, Boris bend over Huld the Halfing.
"Hhhhhh" The Halfing emitted.
"Sssssshhhh" Boris said "Don't speak" He put his hand on Huld's throat. "Slashed Vocal Chords" Just a moment" Boris said: "Reperovox" The wound in Huld's throat vanished. The Halfling opened his mouth to thank Boris, but before he could speak, Boris said "DOn't speak. You voiced needs to rest, or you might lose it again. Try to sleep a bit while I take care of... erm... Ethan, is it?"
The Druid eyed Boris disdainfully as the Half-Elf approached him. For some reason he seemed to dislike him. Ignoring Ethan's scowls, Boris pointed his staff at Ethan's chest and chanted the same spell he used on Shalan. This time it worked, Ethan's wounds vanished, but his robes still remained stained with blood.
Next in line was Robert. He had a nasty Crossbow wound in his shoulder, and Boris gently removed the pin. Regerdless, Robert still winced. Boris understood. It must feel like removing a broken splinter with a crooked dagger. Immedeately after removing the bolt, he once again chanted:
"Balsemio"
and Robert's wounds vanshing without a thrace of a scar. Robert has lost a lot of blood and looked very pale. His clothes were ragged and bloodsoaked. Once again, Boris pointed his Staff at Robert and muttered two more spells:
"Aboles Cruorem"
"Repinduviae"
Robert's Clothes suddenly looked brandnew. Robert gave Boris a gratefull smile, and turned on his side, to get some sleep, like Huld, who was already snoring loudly. Ethan copied him.
"And Shalan?" Jeremy asked, concerned about the Lizardman's health. Shalan didn't look good. Even his Scaly skin looked pale. Boris, Grim; Hans and Jeremy waited for the women to return. Suddenly Boris noticed that someone else was missing.
"Where is Al'Quil?" he asked Hans
"Golaw went to the camp with out equipement, and Al'Quil followed him, he did. Seemed quite Angry, almost a Angry as Uncle-"
"That's will do Hans!" Boris said quickly. "He should have been back by now. Hans, Grim could you look for them?"
"Why, yes!"
"*Buûurp* Shoor."
Hans and Grim stood up and ran in the direction of our camp. Not more than five minutes later, the Women arrived, with Aldrianda carrying armsfull of what looked like green, slimy tentacles, Shandina something what looked like a cross between and onion and a daffodill, and Karla carried, holding it with two fingers, a turnip.
"Ladies" Boris said eagerly, Ignoring Karla's deadly stare when he said this. "You found the Lenzleaf Roots" he took the Green Tentacles from Aldrianda "the Squirt Flower" Shandina passed him the Daffodil-Onion, which immedeately hit him in the face with a Purple Laquer-like substance. "and the Tullaware Turnip" He took the Turnip from Karla, the Purple liquid dripping from his chin onto Karla's sleeves.
"Shandina, I take it that you also found the Star water?" he asked Shandina, whilst whiping the purple laquer from his face.
-"Yep." Shandina said, holding up a small vial filled with an Azure Liquid fromwhich Yellow bubbles bobbled up to the surface.
"Excellent!" Boris said cheerfully.
Apparently, spending an hour with two Elves in the woods, looking for herbs with the risk of getting attacked by Slavers was far from Excellent in Karla's point of view. She emitted a small "Pfui" and eyes Boris with hardly controlled fury.
Boris didn't either didn't notice or care, as he immedeately milked the Spuirt Flower, to remove it's pus, and mixed it with the Star Water in a Wooden Bowl. Then he pointed his staff at the Ingredients and simply said:
-"Pharmaciele" The Ingredients immediately mashed and mixed themselves with eachother, untill an Green Ointment filled the Bowl. Boris carefully put some on a Hankerchief and dabbed Shalan's wounds. They healed, though only slightly. Boris passed the ointment to Jeremy.
"You need to smear his wounds with with this Ointment untill they are fully healed. I can mend his bones in a second, if he doesn't resist the spell."
Boris, crossing lots of fingers in his mind, tightly grabbed Shalan's Jaw with one hand, his chest with the other. Shalan Moaned in pain, but Boris ignored this, reluctantly. He spoke: "Vigorate!"
Shalan's Jaw and Chest suddenly bade in a violet light, and when the light vanished, Boris let go of the jaw and chest. He touched Shalans cheek, and could definately feel the bone... they seemed to have mended.
"Pfu!" Boris whiped his forehead "Now all you need to do is dab his wounds with the ointment and he'll be as good as new. It was near dusk now, and Healing was, unlike Combat Magic, very draining, so Boris leaned back towards a rock, attempting to take a little rest, but unfortunately his plans where interrupted by a Cry that came from the woods, in the direction of their camp. Boris recognized it at once.
"AL'QUIL!" He gasped. "It's his battlecry! He's in danger!"
Boris got on his feet, and ran in the direction of the cry. What in Elendil's name had happened?
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Coincidence? I think not!!!!
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lucky_dwarf
Promising
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Visiting
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posted August 15, 2009 03:27 AM |
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((Is this a lotr party ?))
Though Huld had barely laid down he immediately jerked upward at the sound of the yell.
With the Elfs advice in his head he resisted the urge to call out:
"Badgers Bane!"
and instead grabbed hold of his cross bow and short sword and followed the elf as he walked over to see what was happening.
He was not sure how much power was left in him but it wasnt that much.
The banishing of the Tsunami to the real world had not only used the power of the scroll, but some of his own.
Though Huld did not remember it the force of the Tsunami banishing
had come to hurt him. He had been woken because of a punching feeling in the gut of his stomach.
Magic in Left-Earth always tended to rebound after its casting and trickle back to the source.
In this case the spell took out its rebound effect on Huld. His Magic should be trickling back to him.
Huld walked over the hill and was greeted by the sight of...
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So much has changed in my absence.
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted August 19, 2009 11:51 PM |
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Robert was silent for a moment, pretending to be saddened by the memory of that particular night. "I busted a few cages and encoutered the girl around the corner. She looked tired and considerably hurt. I guess she must've encountered a powerful adversary. We were surrounded by ten bandits at this point."
He fell quiet for a moment, let out a sigh and looked away for a moment. His hand gently clawed at his wounded shoulder before he continued. It seemed more of a reflex to the memory off having his shoulder impaled. "I got down three guys thanks to my fencing skills, but after I sidestepped someone and severed his jugular, I was hit by a bolt and took only one more down before falling subconscious. I don't know whether someone hit me on the back of my head and left me for dead or whethe rthe bolt was poisoned, but the only thing I remember seeing that night before I passed out was the little girl fending for herself."
Robert then fell quiet again. He ate some more, but didn't make any eye contact with Jeremy or anyone else for a while. Then he heard some noises throughout the woods and a gruff dwarven voice he faintly recignised. 'Oh, no...' he thought.
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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Lexxan
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Unimpressed by your logic
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posted August 25, 2009 10:42 PM |
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Edited by Lexxan at 22:43, 25 Aug 2009.
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Right before entering Jeremy's camp,
Al'Quil's guts felt nastily. He could not describe it, it was intuitive... it felt as if someone... or something was missing.
Instinctively, he put his massive hands into he pockets, but he couldn't grab what he wanted to grab... his metal box, his most powerfull heirloom, was gone.
Suddenly, as if he had just swallowed molten lead, his heart felt as if it were on fire. Nothing else mattered to him now.
Immedeately he turned around, and ran in the direction of the camp he and the other just left. He ignored Aldrianda's cries of "Al'Quil, what-?", Grim's look of surprise, and neither did he apologize to Karla when he roughly pushed her aside, nor did he hear her yelling "Learn some manners, you indignant Brute! Imbicile! Troll!". All of this was nothing, of none importance, and would not stop him from reaching his goal.
It was as if his anger cleared Al'Quil's mind. Although his heart felt heavy and ablaze, his mind was remarkably clear and light. He just felt what he had to do, and his determination made him forget all possible obstackles (Fear, Slavers, Tiredness, Pity) that might thwart him.
With an Energy only slightly less powerfull than a bolt of lightning, he ran towards his own camp. He did not stop, he did not think. His mind kept repeating "Find Golaw, Get to Golaw"
Finally, he arrived. Although it had taken him a remarkable low amount of time to get there, Al'Quil felt as if he were hours to late.
"GOLAW!" he bellowed. "GOLAW, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SLIMY GUT!!"
Golaw exited one of the tents.
"Hello Al'Quil" he said extraordinairily calm. (Most people would have shrunk to the size of an amoeba at the sight of the Furious Fighter) "You are not your usual self, I see? Why the sudden..." he looked at Al'Quil's twisted face "Charm?"
"Charm?" Growled Al'Quil. "I'll tell you what Charm is when I'm ready with you! Where is it? Where have you put it? I know it's here somewhere!!!"
Golaw raised an eyebrow. "Where is what?"
"Ghaaaah!" Al'Quil stormed at Golaw, with his axe raised, his expression wild. He lunged forward at Golaw, who stepped aside at the last moment, and Al'Quil stuck his axe into the tree behind Golaw with a massive *THUD*
"You didn't answer my question." Golaw said, as if Al'Quil had just offered him a huge mug of ale. "Where is what?"
It was as if Golaw's words pierced Al'Quil like and Icy knife. Furiously he liberated his axe from the tree's trunk and swung it, again, at Golaw, who simply took a step backwards, missing the axe by inches.
"THE BOX!" Al'Quil spat at Golaw "My Black Metal Box! It's gone! You stole, Didn't you, you ruddy Maggott!"
"Aaaah" Golaw bowed his head, his eyes closed, as if trying to remember a mathematical formula. "I see you lost it"
"YOU STOLE IT!!! YOU- I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!!!" Al'Quil raised his axe again, his mouth foaming with rage. Golaw raised his hand.
"No."
"IIIII- WHAT?"
"No, you won't kill me." Golaw said, mildly smirking, and lowering his hand. Al'Quil narrowly surpressed the urge of decapitating him.
"I WILL-"
"You will bloody not kill me, how else should you get back the box I supposedly - what's the word - stole from you?"
"I- I'll take it from-"
"From my body? Dear man, even if I did steal it, I would not be foolish enough to carry it on my persona."
"WHERE?-" Al'Quil started to roar, but Golaw raised his hand again.
"Don't waste you time, I didn't"
"You did not what?"
Golaw rolled his eyes
"I did not steal your box, Sir Gallant! Graysure's Goodness, I though you were intelligent!"
"Don't. You. DARE. To. Mock. ME." Al'Quil grunted slowly, punctuating each word with the utmost contempt.
"I did not steal it." Golaw repeated.
Al'Quil glanced into Golaw's eyes. Although he was no wizard or sage, Al'Quil was intelligent enough to spot a liar. His temper cooling down, he looked closely into Golaw's calm blue eyes, as if they were as blue as the Clearwater Lakes. Then it suddenly hit him - Golaw wasn't lying. He knew nothing of the box.
Half-Furious, Half-panicking, Al'Quil emitted a roar so terrible, he tought all the world would hear it, all the world would hear his ranging lament. His swung his axe again, and plunged it in the very tree he had just taken it from.
Al'Quil sat down on of the the trees roots, looking devastated. Even Golaw, who was otherwise extremely calm and laidback, looked alarmed and shocked. Neither said a word for minutes, nor did they respond to the sudden movement coming from the bushes behind them.
Grim the Dwarf entered this depressing scene. Looking at the pale Golaw, to the Terrified Al'Quil, Grim's jaw dropped. He had never seen something that awkward and disturbing before, nor would he even see such a thing again. Finally, he dared to raise his voice.
"Sew, deyr ye arr! Mahsta Burres arsked my, an' dem raddy Gnoom Haenz too luek fer ye. Teh Gnoom an' Doi saprated ad den me hurd yer crai. Sumthin's wrong."
"My Metal box is gone." Al'Quil croaked. He felt miserable.
"Yer boax? Es da' oal? Noo neyde ter gattup laddey!" He added, as Al'Quil turned red with fury once more. "Laike thes wan?"
Al'Quil looked up, and indeed, in Grim's handpalm lay his shiny, tiny, black, metal box. All of his grief and anger immedeately vanshined and were replaced by extacy. He grabbed his precious possession, supressed the urge of hugging Grim, and began to stroke the Box gently.
Golaw scraped his throat.
"How nice, gentlemen, but if you would excuse me, I have more stuff to nick."
"Ye Stale? Frem Hoom?"
Golaw rolled his eyes again.
"From the Slavers naturally! I can't just walk out of their camp unnoticed with my arms full of Magic Scrolls, Weapons and Potions! I can only bring what I can hide under my cloak at the time."
"Bat haow ded ye stale-?"
"That my friend, is between me, and the guard who accepts my daily bribe."
And with that, Golaw marched out of the camp, in the direction of the Slaver Camp.
Al'Quil still stroked his Tiny Metal Box, and didn't not listen to Grim who droned on about "Dem Sneykey Teevs" or about how Boris was healing the sick this very intstant, or how he and Hans has separated to find AL'Quil, on the Cleric's Orders.
Al'Quil DID raise his head however, when a stranger entered the camp through the bushes, three minutes later.
The Stranger wore long, Cyan Robes, and a pristine Purple cloak. He leaned on a crooked, brittle staff, which had a Amethyst orb on top of it. He had a long, brown beard, and hair that only narrowly protuded from under his (Turkoise-colored) pointy Hat. About a dozen of Wooden sticks dangled from his leather belt. One look at the Stranger, and you immedeately knew that he was a Wizard.
The Wizard eyed the Blonde Dwarf, who leaned on his axe, eyeing the stranger half-amused, half-suprised, and the Red-Headed, Ponytailed Barbarian, who quickly stuffed something that looked like and Iron Matchbox in his chest pocket.
For one second the three men watched at eachother, and then the Stranger conjured a sickeningly sweet smile on his face with such speed, it looked as if he just had put on a wooden mask. Al'Quil instinctively pulled his axe out of the tree's trunk.
"Greetings, Mercenairies, I am Deventer Pollocks, Wandmaker Extraordinaire!" He said, in voice so joyous, that it gave Al'Quil goosebumps.
"I came across the camp by chance, when travelling down the road, and I tought 'Well, Mayhaps someone can help this tired Wizard on his quest".
AL'Quil snorted. He did not believe that this meeting was a coincidence at all.
"What d'ya want?" he growled, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, just some directions my friend, and mayhaps some good help my friend. You see, I am one of the few who are Chosen, and for my noble master, I am looking for someone very special. Very special indeed" Pollocks added, at nobody in particular.
"What d'ya want?" Al'Quil repeated, in a very threatening tone.
"I'm seeking an individual so foul and twisted that you must have noticed him if you met him, and something im me says that you did." Pollocks said. "Do not underestimate him. Kuddweed is foul and untrustworthy to the bone!" he added, in a pompous voice.
Grim blinked. Where had he heard the name Kuddweed before. At the same time, once again, somebody emerge from the bushes.
Behind Deventer Pollocks, Boris came running out of the bushes, followed by Huld and Karla, the latter which glared at the Stranger. Her face was chalk-white and had an expression of the utmost horror. She quickly pulled her hood over her haughy face, and dived back into the bushes. Grim suddenly realized who the "Kuddweed" Pollocks was talking about, might have been...
Pollocks, hearing Karla's escape attempts, wheeled around, and spotted Boris, who looked both alarmed and exhausted. He pointed a long finger at the Half-Elf and yelled: "You there! Identify yourself! Who are you to lurk about in these bushes."
Pollocks's smile had vanished. He looked manically at Boris, as if he were a spy.
"Me?" Boris panted "I'm Boris Lakely, and I want to know what you're doing in my camp, Wizard."
"Aaah, of course" Pollocks mounth twisted into that same, unnatural smirk. "Forgive me, Mylord Elf, Let me Introduce myself: Deventer Pollocks, Wandmaker Extraordinaire! I must ask you if you have seen a Deviant called Karl Kuddweed, my dear Elf."
"I-"
Boris hesitated. At the same time Pollocks said this, Karla re-emerged out of the bushes, and silently mounthed "Don't betray, don't"
"No." Boris said firmly. "there is no Karl Kuddweed here."
"Really?" Pollocks's face was still smiling, but his eyes suddenly turned icecold. "I somehow doubt you're tale. You're sure that there is no Karl Kuddweed travelling with you?"
Pollocks looked straight in Boris's eyes, and the Priest concentrated his thoughts on the words "Karl Kuddweed".
"There is not Karl Kuddweed here, Wizard" he repeated, and Pollocks suddenly looked very sour again. Apparently, he didn't spot the lie... or perhaps we was just unaware the Karl now was Karla.
"And did you see anyone like him, Master Halfling?" Pollocks asked Huld, his voice extremely cold.
"Huh, me? No, I don't know who you're talking about."
Pollocks looked as if he had swallowed a whole lemon.
"Very Well," Pollocks shrugged "I'm obviously waisting both out times here. Goodday to you, Elf."
And he walked towards the Althkoln road, ignoring the Red-robed Sorceress, who he had not questionned.
"Wawaz da'oal ebowt?" Grim said, when Deventer Pollocks was out of earshot.
"Not of your business, you cackling stump!" Karla sneered. "What is between me, and that two-faced fop is mine, and my own!"
"Ba' ef ye orr travellen wid as, wee moight neyde ter knoow wot-"
"Enough, Grim" Boris sighed. He had enough of today. The commotion about Wounded Lizardmen, Barbarian Battlecries and Fancily dressed Wizard had taken their toll.
"I need some rest." Boris said, and without saying anything else, he entered his tent, and closed it shut.
"Bah." Karla said "At least the Elf's getting to the point. Are you two coming?" She asked Al'Quil and Grim.
Al'Quil joined Karla and Huld, and they walked back to Jeremy's camp, when Grim stayed behind to guard the camp, and wait for the arrival of Golaw. Neither Karla, nor Al'Quiln or Huld spoke when they returned. Huld found this silence apparently quite tedious, so he began running towards the camp, and soon enough out of sight of the two Humans. Al'QUil was humming cheerily, while Karla's mind was racing like mad.
'How DID the Council track him down? Would they have known of his ambitions, his shifted loyalty? Of the fact that he did not wish to join them anymore? The probably did, otherwise they would not have sent that fop Deventer to fetch him... If it were the Council that send him. Moreover, how did Deventer track him down? He doesn't have enough brains to tie his shoelaces! They must have an informant... or a spy... But who? Was it that idiot, Hans? Or that Naive Elf, Shandina? Or maybe the Ellusive Golaw? Hell, for what he knew, it could have been that Elf, Boris!... Nah, it's not Boris, he would not hurt a fly, unless it poked him in the eye or something... Maybe it was one of the other band... That druid, Ethan, looked suspicious...Who may it have been... Who indeed?'
Karla glanced at the Massive silhouette of Al'Quil
It could have been him, that Blabbering brute, he had admitted that he would do anything for money... but if he were the informant, he would have had a connection with Magic or at least with the Council, wouldn't he? I need to know, I need to see if he has any Magical Power that might cause the Council to recruit him... She tought.
Al'Quil did not care about two-faced Wizards or their intrigue. He was just stroking his chest pocket as they walked, where a small lump, the size of a matchbox, protuded from his muscles chest. The Barbarian looked around to the trees, and listened the birdsong that preceded Nightfall. As Night consumed Day, Al'Quil felt that he had never seen something as majestic, as this day's sunset.
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Coincidence? I think not!!!!
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lucky_dwarf
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posted August 30, 2009 12:49 AM |
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(( thumbs up for your long post lex, it took me forever to read ))
Huld had at least expected an orc or two, but it seems to have been a pansy of a wizard.
Huld was deep in thought, though he didnt look it. Years in Half-ling military can teach you to be the most treacherous and deceitful of all races, and what better disguise than a peaceful, plump and short half-ling?
Back to Hulds thoughts.
When the wizard had asked for “Karl” he had no alternative but to say No. The elf said his name was Boris, and Huld could never imagine a dwarf or gnome being called that(Huld had previously examined the naming patterns of some intelligent races.). However, he had never bothered to say to the wizard that Brookses middle name was Karl(Half-ling for Brave).
Something else didnt make sense either. Kudweed was a plant that used to symbolize royalty. Its long, thin leaves making an appearance in most pictures depicting someone of noble blood.
Why would someone of noble blood be with them, A band of battered, bruised and dirty travelers?
More over, Brooks wasnt of noble blood, all half-ling royalty seemed to have had a unique trait that made them extremely susceptible to disease. They died out centuries ago, just as the plant had!
One could easily make the mistake of assuming that Brooks was a noble, seeing as this problem had not plagued other races royalty, and that few knew about half-ling history.
Had the wizard been intercepting his letters and mistaken Huld for being this “Karl Kudweed”?(Half-ling letters all start by stating the name of who is supposed to be receiving said letter and that Half-lings used personalized wax seals, instead of writing a “All the best <name>”.)
He should report this recent development, FAST!
Huld broke into a brisk walk, bordering on running. He was about to start writing when he realized that if he wrote to Brooks, the wizard would change course for wherever the bird was heading, putting Brooks in danger. He couldent allow that, no, he would simply pretend that nothings happening, if they run into the wizard a second time he will have enough proof.
Instead Huld looked through the bag and scowled. As the group came back into camp Huld said:
“Damn it, All the spices, gone to peaces, mixed together, cant tell which is which, the spiciness of all of them combined can kill a dragon, its so terrible. I dont know how I couldent have seen this coming, leave it to some slaver to turn the bag over and over, and thud it everywhere they please! I suppose that Pigs Head of a human is gona be happy, tastes like wood, il give him some wood!”
Huld continued ranting, It not only relieved his tenseness, but caused some of the feelings of exhaustion and frustration to settle down, he would be in a better mood, for a few weeks at least.
While ranting his feelings out of himself, Huld began to prepare lunch, or was it dinner? Time went by fast.
He had caught a lonely duck who seemed to have gotten lost from the rest of the pack.
He also collected trample berry, a very nice ingredient for sauce.
When he got back it took time to skin the duck, so he asked the newcomers.
“So, what brings you to this corner of the world?”
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Unimpressed by your logic
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Elsewhere...
Deventer Pollocks walked through a dark, foreboding Forest, looking around his shoulder, seeing if anyone had been following him. There was no living soul in sight, but Pollocks decided not to risk it. Silently, he pulled one of his wands from his belt, tapped his head with it, mumbling:
"Veritas Credo Oculos."
The next instant, he had vanished. His Invisibility Charm had worked.
On the dirty forest path, footsteps materialized, seemingly out of nowhere. Deventer walked, and walked along the path, cloaked by his invisibility.
At last, he arrived at small clearance within the forest, and lifted his invisibility with another flick of his wand.
He bound his wand back on his belt and took another one from it: a Wand that looked like it had been burned; Black and thick, with smooth grooves chiselled along its sides, the wand looked quite different from all others. It was made of ebony, but looked rather like ashes.
Deventer stroked the wand absent-mindedly, and then, with the utmost care, he grabbed the hilt tightly, which was ornamented with shiny rubies.
He waved it, muttering an incantation in an unknown language and waited.
Then, from the tip of the raised, ebony wand, something that looked like a bubble appeared. The Bubble removed itself from the wand, and floated towards the ground.
As soon as it had hit the ground, it's started to grow, and started to pulsate a whitish light, a light similar to a photographer’s flash.
The growing bubble flashed on, and off, on, and off, at an increasingly rapid pace, until ultimately, the bubble itself had turned chalk white.
By this time, the bubble had taken the form of what looked like an archway, as white as a blank page, as if someone had cut out it’s shape from a Forest painting. The Archway itself still emitted the pulsating white light, and even seemed to brighten dark forest, but then Deventer waved the ebony wand again, and the archway became somewhat translucent, enabling one to see through it, as if looking through a very thick fog.
"I summon thee, oh Shadelord, greatest of the Council.” Deventer spoke in a bombastic voice.
Immediately the Archway turned from brightly white to pitch black. The fog became smoke. The trees behind the archway were still visible, but looked like nothing wore than shades. Suddenly, something began to stir in of the archway.
Although Deventer could not see its shape, he knew what it was, and that he had succeeded – at least, in that part..
Out of the portal stepped what looked like the most bizarre creature ever to roam Left-Earth.
It was a humanoid form, black and extremely skinny with limbs that looked unnaturally long and crooked. One could best describe it as a Burned Skeleton, wrapped in greasy, black skin. It was surrounded by an aura of dark, profound smoke, making it difficult to see what it's actually could be.
Apart from its shape, the only thing one could see was a pair of blood red eyes, which glinted mischievously in the creature’s head.
The Dark Shape waved his arms, and most of the smoke whirled itself around its body, forming a long, dark cloak, covering all of the creature's body. Only its eyes were still visible, calculatingly staring at Deventer under the black hood.
If Deventer hadn't known what the creature was, or on which side it stood, he would have fled the scene at once - You can't blame him, the Dark Creature seemed to radiate pure danger to its surroundings.
The creature Deventer had summoned was called a Shadow Wraith - An Ancient creature that once had dwelled numerously in these lands during darker times, but now only a handful of them were left. Shadow Wraiths are neither dead nor alive - they are somewhat in between, slightly leaning towards alive. Although feared by most mortal beings, Shadow Wraiths are able to adapt themselves in the Human world - they are gifted shape-shifters and mages, and can, if taking a Humanoid form, align with and live among with the living themselves, without any problems.
This Particular specimen has done so in such a successful way, that it didn't need to shapechange into a Humanoid form anymore to achieve most of its goals. Its actual name is unknown, but it was generally known as the Shadelord, and over time, it had become an eminent figure in the Ivory Council. But what only a few knew, was that the Shadelord had its own secret agenda.
"And?" The Shadelord spoke, in a voice that sounded more like a hiss. "Is he dead yet?"
Deventer Swallowed.
"No, Mylord, not yet." he said nervously. "I've yet to find him, but I need more information to find him and-"
"I gave you all the Information I had about his whereabouts, Deventer" The Shadelord said. "If you're too thick to find him, then that is your own fault. I found Karl Kuddweed, and told you of his whereabouts. You’d better think of that information AND of our agreement, Deventer, before summoning me. You know that I cannot leave the sight as it is. "
"I know, Shadelord, but one thing I do not understand." Deventer stammered. "Why must I kill him, if your Shadiness had all opportunity to do so yourself?"
"Because I have my own motives not to do so." The Shadelord hissed, and his eyes narrowed to thin red lines. "I may need his companions in the future, Deventer. Besides, don't you think that it would be a bit odd, if I suddenly, seemingly out of the blue, assault and murder Kuddweed in front of their own eyes, for no apparent reason?"
Deventer swallowed again, and looked completely terrified. The Shadelord seemed to feel this, as his tone became a lot more urgent than before.
"You agreed to murder Kuddweed. You agreed to dispose of him, as much as I agreed to help you to gain your seat in the Council. With Kuddweed's Death, the Council will be most likely to appoint you in his stead."
"I know." whispered Deventer.
"Well, then if I were you, I would make quick work of it!" The Shadelord snapped at Deventer, who looked as if he had been whipped.
"It's in both our best interests that he dies. For you, it would mean taking his place, and unmeasured glory. For me, it will be getting rid of an extreme liability and possible threat. If you succeed Deventer, I will not betray your treason to Mordekainen, and will help you gain a more… favourable position in the Council. You have my word on that. In return, I ask you to do the deed yourself and of course, not to betray my own treason. So it was written, thus it shall be." the Shadelord said, in a very soft tone.
The Shadelord looked in Deventer’s eyes, meticulously scanning them.
“There’s something else, Deventer? Something else I need to know?”
"Yes, Shadelord.” Deventer seemed to have regained some of his nerves. “I was told that Novalam Espedan is looking for him as well, apparently on Master Mordekainen's orders. Master Larloch told me this after the last meeting" Deventer said, trembling.
"Novalam?" The Shadelord repeated, intrigued. "That Dark Elf can't stand Kuddweed, so it must be urgent...an important... but why-" the Shadelord broke off, and bowed his hooded head, as if it were praying. "Aaah, yes, I see..."
"Sir? I-" Deventer said hesitantly
The Shadelord looked up.
"So Deventer, this brings us to today's issue: why couldn't you find Karl Kuddweed this time?"
Deventer explained everything that happened during his meeting with Boris, Al'Quil and their party, with a quivering voice. The Shadelord listened attentively, giving Deventer a calculating look.
"And then the Elf said to me the there was no Karl Kuddweed in their party, so I Verity-Checked him, but he didn't lie to me! That meant that Kuddweed, wasn't there, so I left and-"
"YOU FOOL!!!" Bellowed the Shadelord furiously "Didn't you listen to what I said??? Kuddweed attempted to read the Nether Scroll, and did so incorrectly! Everyone who misreads the Scroll will be punished severely!"
"Y-You mean that Kuddweed is already dead?" Deventer said, puzzled.
"NO, YOU IDIOT!! IF THAT WERE TRUE I WOULDN'T HAVE SENT YOU TO KILL HIM FOR ME!!!" The Shadelord took a deep breath, and said, with controlled anger: "Did you notice a Woman looking like him, in the camp?"
"A Woman?" Deventer looked dumbfounded. "As if I had the time to look at these inferior creatures." he spat contemptuously.
"In Shadow's Name, Pollocks, you are by far the biggest prat I had the misfortune to meet" The Shadelord grumbled. "The Elf didn’t lie to you when he said that there was no Karl Kuddeweed with them. Kuddweed has been turned into a WOMAN by the Nether Scroll, and is now known as Karla!!!"
If Deventer had looked horrified before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. The Shadelord might as well have ripped his first-born son to shreds.
“But why didn’t you tell-“
“Tell?” the Shadelord snorted. “ I DID tell you , you moron. I told you about this escapades with the Scroll, and their aftermath!”
Deventer looked mortified
“It s-seems t-that I…. made a mistake, Sir.”
“Yes indeed” the Shadelord said, breathing heavily. “Now get out of my sight, you prat!”
“But how do I f-”
“Find them? Don't worry, Pollocks, I'll make sure I find you first, and send you to them. Listen well, Deventer Pollocks, I'll give you one more chance, and if you blow it again, then my wrath will be great indeed. Now GO!!”
And without Further ado, the Shadelord threw himself backwards, through the Archway, and both Shadelord and Archway vanished in a blinding flash. The Flash was so forceful that Deventer was thrown off his feet and fell flat on his back. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran as far from the clearing as his legs could carry him.
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Coincidence? I think not!!!!
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Keksimaton
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posted September 04, 2009 09:30 PM |
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Time ventured hastily enough for Jeremy to feel he had barely time to react. Already was Huld returning alongside his next of feed and the assorted companions of the giant. Jeremy rushed to his benefactor. "I hadn't time to thank you yet! What happened to your friend? I'd like to thank him too," he pondered, searching for the cleric. "Please join us for another meal. It's the least we can do," Jeremy pleaded as he invited them over with his hands.
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Noone shall pass, but no one besides him shall pass.
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Lexxan
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Unimpressed by your logic
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posted September 04, 2009 10:40 PM |
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Karla snorted
"Hmpf, well, if we must" she said.
"Of Course," Al'Quil said loudly.
"Oh, Jolly good, sir!" Jeremy boomed.
"You have returned!" A Girlish voice shrieked
Shandina bobbed towards Al'Quil on her short legs and hugged his legs. Aldrianda walked over, extremely pale, and bowed to both Al'Quil and Karla.
"Lizard's been healing well," she said with surpising indifference. "Rest are completely cured and are now recovering. You should be resting too, you know" she added to Huld.
"Eh... Ookay" Huld said. He hesitantly ran towards the injured and installed himself between Robert and Shalan. Whatever Aldrianda said, he looked far from sick or tired.
"Where're Boris, Grim, Golaw and Hans?" Aldrianda asked Al'Quil.
"Cleric and Dwarf's up at our camp. Boris's resting as we speak." Al'Quil grunted. "Golaw's gone to the Slaver Camp to get more of our stuff-"
"More stuff? But I thought he'd taken all of it already"
Al'Quil Shrugged
"Apparently he didn't, Aldrianda, but as long as it's lucrative, it's good for me."
"And Hans?" Shandina asked.
"Apparently he's wandering around the bushes somewhere, looking for us." Al'Quil said, who could not supress a grin.
"You mean he's lost?" Aldrianda said, rasing an eyebrow.
"Well, he didn't seem to be a decent tracker to me"
Al'Quil shrugged again.
"So, what was all that with your battlecry and all the commotion?" Jeremy asked.
"Long Story," Al'Quil said. "Listen..."
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Coincidence? I think not!!!!
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Keksimaton
Promising
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posted October 02, 2009 08:35 PM |
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The smell off food was wafting about in the camp. "A wandmaker you say?" Jeremy pondered. Hopefully that Karl wasn't the wizard that died in the battle. I might get ugly if they were to incur a vendetta from some wizardly order. "Ah! The food is done," the pansy of a bard bellowed and went for his injured companions. "Feeling any better yet?"
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Noone shall pass, but no one besides him shall pass.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
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Guess Who is Back?
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posted October 07, 2009 07:45 PM |
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Suddenly Al'Quil felt extremely bored, and when Aldriande asked what has happened he for once felt bored enough to actually explain the situasion for her without demanding money for it.
After explaining what had happened to all of the people at the camp
The gnome cook had made dinner, and Al'Quil grabbed some of it, not caring for what it was, before he headed to a more private place under a tree before he started eating.
He looked up and started thinking, putting the pieces together, one by one. The slavers, the slave attack, the suspicious wizard and Al'Quil's old mission from a few years back, when the townsfolk suddenly had attacked him and his client. - Back then he had figured it was some kind of wizard ploy, and so said his client too, who had been part some wizardly order. The client had found out that there was an spy in his order, working for an rival order. He was very close to figure out who the spy was, but suspected that the other was on to him aswell. Hence the hiring of a bodyguard, and the townfolks sudden "zombie" attack.
Al'Quil sighed and looked down on the food, noticing first now the awful taste in his mouth he started to cough and puked up again the food he had just eaten.
"Damn gnomes! Damn Mages! Damn their food! And damn me for EATING IT!" Al'Quil half-way shouted.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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lucky_dwarf
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posted October 08, 2009 12:10 AM |
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Huld sighed, for the 1000th time that day. He was tempted to grab something and fling it in frustration and walk out cursing everyone to hell. But since he was playing to be a harmless half-ling he decided not to, though he had forgot that he had used his powers and had paraded over the corpses of dead bandits in front of theyre very eyes(or at least to his reckoning). He yelled over at the complainer:
"YOU TRY FINDING SOMETHING TO EAT IN THIS ABOMINABLE HOLE OF DEATH!!!!!"
Then he took his backpack and went down hill till he found a log and dropped his backpack besides it sat down and waited for a long time cursing everything he could think of and writing a letter on the days events. He waited for the snow white bird,his only link to his home. It was at the time when the moon was at half its height that he reread his Letter.
" Brooks,
This day has ended in bloody confusion, personally i hope we get a chance to organize when we get to this "city". The group has now been joined by 4 or 5 more adventurers. Everyone seems to be attracted by these "Armaments" for the first time i have encountered one of the dwarfs and an even smaller fellow i am supposing is a gnome. I shall inquire of them theyre life and any other relevant topics. that is all for now.
Safe Journeys Brooks."
He looked out for the bird, coming only 10 minutes after he had reread the letter. He sent it off.
He lay down on the log and slept until the caw of scavenger birds had finally woke him.
He set off blearily seeing smoke still rising in the distance.
Watching the figures still asleep in the camp he sat down and this time did not make breakfast, let them starve.((Il be laughing when you guys need to take an endurance test.))
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So much has changed in my absence.
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posted October 11, 2009 07:04 AM |
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Late in the day far north
The cold northern wind swept across the lands howling in the mountains and the snow continued to fall thickly covering all. The clouds blocking out the sun, so that just a tiny shimmer of daylight remained. It was so cold that blood could almost freeze to ice in their veins and the breath was nothing but vain steam, before blown away. A deep silence lingered.
Thróin sat still on the hilltop and stared upon the icy fields and the distant horizon. Bloody and weary after the long battle, he rested catching his breath as he looked down on the battlefield. The Corpses of Jötnar scattered all over the grounds. Streams of blood joined into rivers who again joined into ponds. Arrows, broken weapons and shattered armor spread in all directions. The stench of dead, rotten flesh filled the air. Crows and ravens roamed the sky like vultures. All this was noticed by the pair of cold grey eyes. Thróin spat out some blood then he grinned before lifting his gaze towards the faraway mountains. The sky was colored in either crimson- or fire-red in the distance. His eyes grew harsher and colder.
-So much death! So much Blood! And for what?! WHAT?! A ROTTEN MOULDY PILE OF WOOD FAR IN THE BLASTED NORTHS?! He shouted out to the fields, anger and rage filled his voice. AN OLD CRACKED STONEHALL ON TOP OF AN ICEBERG?! Is it really worth all this?! IS IT! All this fighting, all the pain and sorrow?! For nothing but COLD, HARSH, BARREN SOIL COVERED IN ICE AND SNOW! It's the most ridiculous..bah, by THOR'S DAMNED...AH CURSES! Frustration and bitterness over the loss engulfed the lonely man. Agony, regret and depresseion had brought him his knees and he burried his face s into the ground to hide the tears coming from his eyes where he cried for the first tie in years.
For a long time he layed still like that as he was sleeping when suddenly the sound of drums thundered across the deserted battlefield. As he had just woken up from a sleep he raised his head and stared to where the sound was coming from, and there out of the fog came a whole army of Jötnar marching slowly in step with the drumms. He could also hear the crack of the whips and stamping of horses and the howls of wolfes. His eyes burned with hate and reawakened bloodlust, grited his teeth and grinned almost sneered.
-So my older brother won't quit until i'm caught and he can laugh me in the face before killing me and then piss on my grave is that it?!? Loke curse him! And i'll be well damned, deaf and dirty before i give him that pleasure.
He quickly rose to his feet, gathered his belonging and mounted his Frostmare(same as nightmare but with blue ice instead of fire) before looked at the approaching army. Then he turned his head down towards the wolf standing next to the horse.
-Seems like we're no longer welcomed here my friend, so let's leave while we can. Head south to beginn with, maybe to the towns of Athkathla and Denthor. Assemble some thrustworthy strong and powerfullallies and then return here to reclaim what's rightfully ours. What do you say? And after one last gaze upon the distant redcolored sky in the horizon the two of them left for the suthern lands. Accompanied only by the cried of the birds and roar of the army.
-Just don't get to comfortable on the trone brother. I'll be back and then we'll see whose really the strongest one. Mother, I'll make him pay thousendfold for what he did to you. I swear by Odin, he'll regret ever torturing you like that. Vengeance is a dish best served cold
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posted October 21, 2009 05:02 PM |
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((It's been to long since anyone posted so here I go))
((We're not so far north, now are we?))
Al'Quil woke up that morning, his stomach grumbling. A quick look around revealed that the gnome mage cook was awake, but had not yet made breakfest.
"He might be angry about yesterday" Al'Quil shrugged "Hunting time then."
Al'Quil dressed, equipped and stood up as quitly as he could not to awake the others, but when he was up, with his axe and all, one of his feet landed on a dry twig that shattered.
Shandina woke up with a big yawn before look out in the empty air with
a tired gaze. Then her hyper child instinct kicked in, and she dressed quickly and ran after the big half-giant who was heading for the forest.
"GOOD MORNING!" Shandina said as she jumped on AL'Quil's head.
Al'Quil nodded
"So what we gonna do? What we gonna do?!" She said overly excited
"Well" Al'Quil said "I'm gonna go hunting for food, the gnome over there got quite grumpy yesterday and has not made breakfest for anyone other than himself." Al'Quil nodded towards Huld.
"A stingy in other words." Shandina showed her tounge to the gnome "Can't take the fact that his food tastes like crap, who eats that kind of thing anyway."(( )) "Anyway" Shandina grabbed Al'Quils pony tail and dragged it "When did you get this thing?"
"GIIIIAGH!" Al'Quil shouted(( ))
"WHAT THE **** IS THIS?!!" Al'Quil grabbed his pony tail and looked at it((Here I bet you thought he was shouting in pain ))
"That is your pony tail." Teller suddenly showed up and said
"My what!?" Al'Quil said in shock "I've never had a pony tail, heck, I haven't had long enough hair for it. I got short hair and wear a skull cap on my head!"
"Not anymore." Teller replied
"What you mean "not anymore", ehh?!" Al'Quil hutted his fist against tellers head
"Well, haven't you noticed the resent changes in you? The fact that you're more emotional now and that you have a pony tail." Teller shrugged "You see, one of the "gods" decided you needed a character development. So he made you more emotinal so you won't be the "cold-blooded mercanery" and he gave you a pony tail so you would look more like a dreaded mongol!"
"WHAT?! He can't- I won't let him- this is absurd I want my lawyer!" Al'Quil started to sweat and got a rather desperate look on his face.
"Sory, the lawyer also serves the god. But now, calm down and continue on with the roleplay like this never happened." Teller concluded and disappeared.
"R-roleplay?!" Al'Quil shouted out "What the hell do you mean?! Hey! ANNOYING GHOST."
Shandina then yawned "Let's just forget this whole converasation, if you don't like the pony tail then I could cut your hair for you."
Al'Quil looked up at Shandina and remembered last time she had cut someones hair. It was not pretty "N-no thank you."
Al'Quil started walking, and suddenly he forgot what had just happened and felt like the pony tail had been a part of him forever.
"If you're tagging along for the hunt Shandina" Al'Quil said "then you better start being quite or you will ruin the point."
"Okey-dokey! Shush!" Shandina said.
...and then!
Some hours had past since Al'Quil went out, and by that time Al'Quil had managed to kill a hog and was now carrying it over his shoulders back to the camp. On top of the hog Shandina said. Al'Quil had started to get thirsty.
"Hey Shandina, how long do you think it would take me to go back to the river and drink some water?" Al'Quil asked
"To long for me to wait. But don't worry, while we were there I filled some bottles full of the water from that river. Here ya go" Shandina handed Al'Quil the bottle.
"Thanks" he replied before drinking from it. The water had a surprisingly a sweet like taste "What is the-"
"I put some flavor in the bottles. It's no fun drinking water that tastes...well...water!" She waved her hands in the air excited
Al'Quil couldn't help but smile "I see."
"LOOK! That's the camp!" Shandina pointed at the hill
"Indeed" Al'Quil said. He had some weird feeling in his whole body, like some absurd abnormality had caused it some damage. As he started walking up the hill, he started feeling more and more pain and tiredness. Like he was getting weaker.
Al'Quil was about five steps from reaching the top. Then BAAM! He fell to the ground like he had never done before, with both the hog and shandina falling to the ground to. The hog landed on his back, and Shandina landed on her feets right besides Al'Quil' head.
"What's wrong Al'Quil?!" She asked concerned
"My body...my body won't respond. It feels so..weak...and my back hurts incredible much." Al'Quil responded
"Well, of course it does, your muscles have shrinken considerably and the hog is on your back after all.
"I see-wait, what?!" Al'Quil looked at Shandina in disbelief.
"Here see for yourself!" Shandina said and pulled fourth a big mirror
*SCREAM*
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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lucky_dwarf
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posted October 21, 2009 11:59 PM |
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Huld had spent the day fuming, to satisfy his need to be violent Huld had spent the day thinking of swears that would be clever enough to catch on. He took a piece of bark from the log he was sitting on and started scratching a climate related swear, in honor of his journey to the north. What he came up with was this:
Snow(verb)- When one uses snow, there needs to be an extensive amount of the subject. The format to use snow is: Why's it snowing so much/many(subject). For example: Why's it snowing so much trolls?!
Another use is to describe someone making too much of something. For example: Stop snowing out so many dolls! One last use of snow is indicating who, while expressing that they are doing something very irritating. Format is as follows. Who in the snow is (verb)(subject) For example:
Then Huld broke from his writing when he heard the gut wrenching scream of Al'Quil
"Who in the snow is making this racket!" Huld yelled, taking the initiative to use his newest swear.
Huld walked over to the source of the scream. He gasped.
((now can someone please tell me whats wrong with his face?))
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So much has changed in my absence.
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Sir_Dragon
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posted October 24, 2009 07:57 AM |
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((flavor))
A week later at the foot of the mountains.
Throin sat quietly by the bonfire while roasting some wild boar he had caught. Beside him was a small barrel of mead. All around him howled the cold northern wind. The stars and the full moon shone brightly in the night sky. A small layer of snow and ice covered the barren ground. Above him the mountains towered high above him. They had made camp as soon as they had reached the mountainrange. His wolf Fenris layed beside him gnawing on some bone. His minions((Just like int the picture only with blue light not green)) was busy preparing his meal and raising the tent.
-Soon we enter the mountains! He said more to himself than to his companions. Then the most dangerous part of our journey south begins. It will propably take us another 2 weeks before we reach the other side. After that the rest should go smoothly. He sighed and took a sip of the mead and a big bite of the roaste meat. We just have to be carefull while crossing the mountains. The trolls and ogres aren't excactly known for their hospitality and warm welcomes and doesn't take kindly to strangers entering their lands. Fighting spirit and a strong will to survive was detected in his voice.
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lucky_dwarf
Promising
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posted November 09, 2009 02:41 PM |
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Huld coughed slightly. It wasn't as dramatic as he thought it was. Al'Quil just looked normal for a change. Going back to his seat Huld continued writing down his new swear and then proceeding to placing it on the nearest tree he could find so that more people would know of the new swear he had invented.
When he was back at camp he asked finally. "Where to now?"
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So much has changed in my absence.
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Keksimaton
Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
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posted November 09, 2009 06:42 PM |
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"We'll get on out way as soon as Robert and Shalan have recovered," The bard cuckooed back at the small question bird. Jeremy turned to the infirm of the flock and asked the half elven blackbird: "So, how have those wounds been healing?"
The blackbird, being the curmodgeon that he is, never answered. This must have caused something to snap within Jeremy's head. With his hand he formed a sock puppet who then spoke thusly with it's shrill voice: "Well, geez sir Jeremy. I'm feeling a bit under the weather today, I don't think that I can go on." "Oh my! Might a little song and dance cheer you up?" Jeremy asked the little sock puppet. "That might be just the thing I need to start my day!"
O' it's been a dark time to live
O' it's been a dark time to fight
Yet lo how in the morning the birds do sing
How all things scary seem nice and familiar
now that it's in the light of the day
O' how the rain past has cleared the air
O' how the rain past has cleared the soul
Lo how in the morning all the birds do sing
How it brings a smile to one's face
now that all is in the light of the day
Go on and join all the birds
Go on and sing a happy song
Lo how in the morning all the birds do sing
How the people come together and dance a happy jig
now that all is in the light of the day
Jeremy sang to the extent of his ability and pranced around accordingly. "So how are we all feeling now? Wrote the song myself, to lift the spirits of those whom have been downtrod in this world. Not a big hit at the taverns I'm afraid."
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Noone shall pass, but no one besides him shall pass.
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted November 14, 2009 03:34 PM |
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As the gnome went back to the camp Al'Quil tried to shout "Wait! Please help me!", but found he had no voice to speak with. He then turned his head to Shandina. Attempting to beg her with his eyes.
"What is wrong, Al'Quil?" Shandina wondered "Say something? You looks so gloomy...hmmm...Aha! I know, this will make you feel much better!" Shandina shouted the last while getting something up from her bag.
Her hands got up from the bag, one holding a little case of paint and a pencil while the other a bottle of water.
"Now..." Shandina started to paint on him "..we're gonna make you so much more likeable."
"I'm going.... to kill.... you!" Al'Quil stuttered fourth
Shandina laughed "Not yet I hope, cause I have not had such fun in ages! Look! A rainbow, and swirling colours. Yes, this is exactly what I needed to make this day good." Shandina grinned while Al'Quil wished he could chop her in two.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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