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Lord_Draken
01/26/2002 5:56 PM

((OOC: I am new to this. However I have been RPing online for some time now, so maybe I am doing this right. I love to write but need inspiration, therefore, it should be noted that I plan to use this adventure/ journey to go by while I am writing. Whether it turns out to be a book or a short story... I am planning to use the charachters you are using in my writing. I will keep them as real to what you have for them as I can. If you do not want your character used please simply make another one you dont care for. If you to give me your real name I will give gratitude to for your character somewere in my writing. please have fun))


IC:
Draken walked slowly accrose the snowy plains, his feet numb and stiff. He had been wondering for quite some time, after getting lost. His horse had gotten sick because of the extream cold. Dieing, it went into a mad rage, attacking Draken and distroying most of everything that was in his pouches. Draken had nothing to guid him through this fridged waste land, until he had seen some smoke coming from the north west.

It was then that he new guessed -- rather, he had hoped -- that it was fire from some type of camp. He slowly trodded towards it, giving every ounce of strength in him to overcome each mountain of snow, mountains so huge as to be a t least two feet above his sinking toes.

His trail was one of many zigg-zaggs and curves. He was begining to loose hope, to lose faith. He wanted only to reach the top of the next hill, so that he might enjoy some fine sceanery before he frose to death in the horrid, unforgiving place. he fell to his legs, not even knowing were they were. He crawled with both hands and nees to the edge of the cliff.

His heart jumped with the excitment of victory with the rather large wooden building coming into view. he was so excited that he begin to walk towards it. It was an absurd looking sight to see. He had compleatly walked off of the cliff, rolling with great violence down the steep but short incline. His momentum carried him very close to the building, but he was already unconscience, and it was certain taht without help he would not awaken...

Kalia_Majere
01/26/2002 6:54 PM

OOC: sure I'll join in on this...I'll create a new character...since I plan on using mine in my own stories...so here we go...oh...BTW, my name is Heather Trumpeter.

BIC: a young woman ran up to the fallen man. Her long silver hair wipped ceaslessly in the cold, unforgiving wind. Her bright blue eyes narrowed in concern as she checked the man over. Her fingers traveled lightly over his arms and legs, finding that he had only sustained minor injuries...but his breathing was ragged, and heartbeat was weak.

Quickly she called out for help, and raised her hands, using her magics to lessen the weight of the injured traveler. "Liria? what is it?" called a female voice from inside the building. "I need help! there is an injured traveler here...I need to get him inside before I can try any of my healing magics!" Called the younger woman, as she picked up the man with effort. She brought him inside, and layed him back down on a straw pallet near the fireside. Here she could see his face, and Liria blushed as she looked at him. "Liria, will he survive?" asked the elderly woman beside her. Lira nodded and held her hands over the man, one over his chest, one over his head.

A pale white glow spread from the girls fingers to the man, the glow spreading till it had covered him completely. Liria sighed as the glow faded into the man's form, and faded from view. "Let him rest Miriam, He'll need it." she murmered, her voice slurring slightly. Miriam looked down at the girl. "you need rest yourself...go on child, I'll watch him...I'll call when he wakes." Liria nodded and stood, and headed for a small loft separate from the rest of the main building, yawning.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Mirror
01/27/2002 12:11 AM

OOC: Well I'll give this thread a go! Don't know how well i'll do but I'll definately give it a go!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) My real name is Samantha Betts btw. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

IC: A figure stumbled through the snow, sobbing softy. It was impossible to tell if it were male or female, the cloak it wore was pulled that tightly around it, the hood pulled low to try and avoid the biting wind. It fell, head down, and it's sobs began to get louder. The person looked up, and a pair of deep hazel eyes were visable. Scared and alone eyes.
The figure got up again and continued on, having spotted smoke a little way off. A house came into view and the person began to run, tripping and falling as it went, sobs getting louder and louder. The hood of the cloak fell back to reveal a human face, that of a woman. Long dark hair swirled about her face as she ran, tears streaming from her eyes. Eventually, she arrived at the door of the cottage and slumped on the entrance. She banged feebily at the door.
"Help me, please help me!" she sobbed, "Someone help me!!!" Ray: It looks like a giant Jello mould!!
Winston: I hate Jello!
Venkman: Ah c'mon guys, there's always room for Jello!!!!!!
:P :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :P

CoreyPaintball
01/27/2002 10:14 AM

Richard heard the banging on the door and rushed to get it. Liria went to get it too.
" I got it." He said cooly.
Richard opened the door and a small firgure tumbled in from leaning on the door pounding furiously. He picked herup gently and set her on a bed in the corner.
" The fire is dying down." Richard said as he went to the fireplace. He held out his hand and blue flames slowly flew into the fireplace bringing it back to a blaze.
Richard was a mage.......but didnt dress like one. He carried many pouches around his waist and wore woodsmans clothes. He carried an assortment of knives. He had an ash bow and a magic sword he deemed 'Bringer of Death'. When he put forth some magic into it it erupted into a flurry of lighting bolts devastating anything in his way.
"Tell me what your doing out here."He said to the girl he had just brought in."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

starlite4774
01/27/2002 12:05 PM

((OOC: Okay, I'm in. Hm...an interesting character for your story...hehe. I love this idea and I used it in 'Out of Mortal Minds' I'll just change it a little so you can use it...If you think it's too farfetched, let me know. I should do a little explaining first...

Name: Zelanyadorin
Race: Human, sort of

Physical: Her appearance varies depending on how good she's feeling. When she looks most human she has normal skin tone, auburn hair, and blue eyes. She is about 5'6" and skinny. As she "fades" into the other side of the spectrum (see history), her skin goes deathly white and seems to glow. Her hair also turns pure white and her eyes (white part, pupils, all of it) turns the color of the sun on a winter day if you look right at it. (not many people do, but I enjoy it. :)) Her figure seems to stretch and shimmer, she gets to heights of 6'4".

History: Zelanya was born in Palathanas where she studied under a white robe. She was very interested in magic, but particularly magic concerning illusions and the mind. Her teacher was openminded and figured his student would one day be a red robe. Zelanya did just that, taking the Test and being awarded the a place in the service of Luni. She delved into her studies. The Conclave watched with growing interest and concern as the mage grew more and more powerful in techniques involving mind control--and more curious in her chosen field. They finally decided that she had delved too deep and warned her off her current course.

But Zelanya couldn't stop. She felt she was so close to some great discovery, mixing photons with the electical signals from the brain. She was right and the gods knew it. They decided to test her. Nuitari came before her with a proposition, something to speed up her work. She could tell that there was something weird about it but she was so curious that she forgot about the Balance she was to serve adn accepted the deal. The gods of magic decided to punish her. She had made the discovery (despite their attempts to keep her from it) but they forbade her to tell anyone and took away the physical form she had been born with. She could now control her discovery but had to relearn how to be human as she had once learned magic. (hence, the spectrum thing.)

Wow, too long? Sorry. :)))

BIC: She floated through the endless snow, invisible against the vast white save for two glowing golden eyes. Cold surrounded her, trying in vain to penetrate her spectral form, to freeze her illuminated soul...

Zelanyadorin reached out to the frigid air and squeezed her eyes shut. She concentrated hard till she wanted to cry out in pain. And then she did, letting out a scream that stretched for miles through this tundra. The cold bit into her new body, instantly turning her skin and hair to ice.

She trudged on now, through this wasteland. Her whole body burned, and she both reveled and writhed within the feeling. She longed for warmth as one might long for air, knowing she would not last long, alone, naked...

She screamed again and this time it was not human. It rippled through the air, more vibration than sound, a shock wave bouncing off of unforgiving mountains...

She let go some then, now half floating, half floundering. Her eyes turned from a sparkling blue to a frozen yellow of torment and searched for the nearest source of firelight. With a strained sigh of relief through frozen red/white lips, she saw a building ahead, coming closer...

She reached it and banged feebly on the door, but hadn't the strength to make a sound louder than a whisper. No one came and Zelanya started to panic, then, fear rising and falling...

She tried to let go all the way then, to seep through the cracks as light is wont to do. But she was too tired and too broken. She managed to let go just enough, even as her mind protested, to fall through the door, where she lay half in and half out...a fallen being of human light...

((OOC: Hehe. Someone falling through a wall should startle a few people, don'tcha think? :)))

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Kalia_Majere
01/27/2002 12:12 PM

Liria gasped in shock at the sight of the woman laying half in the door and half out. She ran to the door and raised her hand, the door shimmered as if in a blaze of heat, and then Liria pulled the girl inside.

"we sure are getting a house full tonite are'nt we Miriam?" she called as she used her own silver cloak to blanket the woman. Liria's molten silver hair shimmered like moonlight in the light of the flames. Suddenly, Liria swayed, she had done too much this night. she had to rest. Miriam pushed her towards a spare pallet by the fire, knowing that the girl had no more strength not even to climb the ladder to her room.

"Thank you Miriam...." she murmered. "no child...Dont thank me, this is my duty to you, Mirrorsun." Miriam whispered to her softly. Liria smiled at the use of her more formal name, and promply fell asleep.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Lord_Draken
01/27/2002 2:21 PM

((ooc: please exccuse my spelling :( ))

As he slowly awakens, Draken's vision (( how do you spell that)) blurs in and out. He looks around helplessly, trying to focus on anything that may give him a clue as to where he is. The image of a several people lying around, and at least one man and one woman are about the place. He is not sure of what race they are however, as his vision is still blured.

Pulling him self up to a seating positon, he manages to say the words "Where am I?"

He stands, waveringly, and pulls himself into a near-by chair. He wears a long black cloak, now soaked with melted snow. He has on shinny silverish looking armor. His chest-plate is branded with and emblem of a golden dragon. under his chest plates is a well worn chain-mail tunic. He wears brown doe's skin breeches, with shin and thigh pads straped to them. His boots are also leather made, and very sturdy. From his hip a beutifully crafted bastard sword resting heavily in a black cloth sheath. he has a little dried blood cacked onto his face, under his sore nose.

He waits for an answer as the intense throbbing of his head increases....

((OOC: YAY! How wonderful it is that people are joining my thread. Thank you all, I hope for this to be a fun adventure!))

CoreyPaintball
01/27/2002 4:39 PM

Richard looks around and notices one of the patients stir. The person then asks where he is.
" Miriam could you asnwer him? I'm sort of busy." He said as he went outside for more firewood.
Richard walks outside into the blizzard and shields his eyes against the storm. He squints through the snow and sees something in the distance. Oh...no...... he thinks. Not another person in need of help. Soon after he notices that there is more than one person out there. There's at least twenty! Richard gets suspicious so he ducks down behind a snow drift and waits till they get closer.
After about 10 minutes of waiting he sees that they are Draconians!
"I cant let them get to the Cabin." he mutters to himself. Richard pulls out 'Bringer of Death' and charges headlong into the midsts of the group of draconians.
"Die!" He yelled swinging the mighty blade down in a huge arc severing limbs off of several draconians. They looked surprised but pull out their swords and attack him. He dodges one while pulling out his flanged mace in his other hand. He attacks relentlessly killing 4 more. He tries to parry a blow but it is deflected and leaves a gash in his left arm. He throws away the mace and summons his magic into his sword. Sparks start playing around the edge of it. He lifts the blade up and yells a deep battle cry before bringing it down to the ground with a thunderous bang. Lightning rippled along the ground striking the remaining draconians who were knocked off their feet by the initial blast.
Richard looks around at the charred remains of the troop of Draconians. He walks over, picks up his mace and turns away to walk back to the cabin. Suddenly one last draconian leaps at him but he swiftly brings his mace around and crushes his skull closing his eyes as chips of skull and brain matter fly everywhere. Then he turns back around and walks away.
"Damn beasts" He mutters to himself as he puts his hand over the gash in his arm healing it instantly."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Kalia_Majere
01/27/2002 10:16 PM

Miriam smiled warmly, And crossed her arms. The woman was older, around 50 or so, her Gray hair was braided intricately and wound around her head in a crown. She had pale blue eyes, and a cheery disposition.

"Easy there Yongling....you've had quite a fall." she said as she handed Draken a heavy mug filled with a sweet smelling liquid. "Drink that...It will help clear the fog from your mind." she said as she walked over to where Liria lay.

"Liria? Hon? Your patient has awakened." She said softly as she gently shook Liria's shoulder. Liria opened her eyes and sat up quickly. As she did, all Draken could see of her, was her slender, Lithe form, and her long cascade of Molten silver hair. Miriam leaned closer as she said something softly to Liria, who only nodded silently in turn.

Liria turned her face towards Draken, and smiled gently, a smile that seemed to light up her whole face, as if a light shone from within.

"Greetings there stranger...How do you feel?" she asked, looking him over. "Oh...Forgive me for my rudeness...I am Liria..." She said, holding out her hand to him.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Mirror
01/28/2002 11:24 AM

OOC: Geez, I do a late shift and then an early shift with barely enough time to sleep in between and all of a sudden the threads have gone on without me!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :):):):):):):):):):) Never mind!!!!! :) :):):):):)

BIC: The woman awoke, startled from where she had lain unconcious on the floor since she had been dragged into the house. She looked around her terrified, and ran up to Liria.
"help me, please! They're after me!!! Help me I beg!!!!!" she pleaded, not only with her mouth and voice, but with her large hazel eyes aswell. "Please help me!!!"

OOC: I know it's only short, but I can't progress until someone asks me what the abyss I'm on about!!!!! :) :) :) :) :):):):):):)Ray: It looks like a giant Jello mould!!
Winston: I hate Jello!
Venkman: Ah c'mon guys, there's always room for Jello!!!!!!
:P :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :P

Kalia_Majere
01/28/2002 11:41 AM

Liria gasped in surprise as the woman rushed up to her crying out frantically. "Woah!! hold on...Calm down...Who is after you??" Liria asked, her violet eyes wide.

Liria turned from Miriam as she rested a calming hand on the woman's shoulder. "Please...tell me your name...and tell me what happened to you." she said softly, as she led the woman to a nearby chair. Liria motioned to Miriam to bring her another cup of the sweet tea.

Miriam returned with it a moment later, and Liria handed it to the woman.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Mirror
01/28/2002 12:02 PM

The young woman (deffinately young now that they could see her properly, no more than 19 years old.) grasped the cup of sweet tea tightly with nuckles that turned white from the force of her grip. She had allowed herslef to be led to the chair and now began to rock slowly backwards and forwards, her hazel eyes glazed over as she pinpointed a spot in the distance of her mind that no one apart from her could see. She began to talk slowly and softly, relating her tale as best as she could.
"They have been chasing me for days through the snow. I forget how many days. All days seemed to roll in to one. I did not notice when one day ended and another began, I just new I had to run. I f I stopped, I was sure they would have killed me, and I don't want to die!" she cried, turning her terrified gaze now full on Liria. "They were lizard men. I now not the number of them...........i think..............this many" she held up four fingers. "They kept calling after me, telling me to slow down so they could slice my gullet........" she paused and took a shaky sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Liria's. "They were being led by a man." I was never close enough to him to see his face, but I knew he wanted to do worse things to me, so I kept on running."
She closed her eyes, and a tear fell down her left cheek. "As for my name, I don't know what I am called, nor where i come from. I know nothing of my past! The only thing I remember is running, and running, and running........." She finally broke down and began to sob again. She wiped her eyes and sniffed, and then put one hand inside her cloak. "The only other thing I have apart from my clothes is this."
She pulled forth a pendant that was hung on a golden chain. The pendant itself comprised of a large black opal that cought the surrounding light and reflected many colours in it's surface. It was placed in a golden surround. She took it off and handed it to Liria.
"It has something scratched on the back, but I cannot read it. Please help me!" she began to plead again. "Don't let the lizard men and the bad man get me! Help me!"Ray: It looks like a giant Jello mould!!
Winston: I hate Jello!
Venkman: Ah c'mon guys, there's always room for Jello!!!!!!
:P :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :P

starlite4774
01/28/2002 1:36 PM

((OOC: Nice post, Mirror. If your character's memory is just being blocked, Zelanya can probably help you with that, if you want and when you're ready. ))

Zelanya awoke quietly to discover her insubstantial form lying in a bed under a warm blanket. Others milled around the room, their voices low and for a few moments, the woman couldn't make out what was being said. She forced her ears to focus on the sound quality of their voices, instead of the vibrations that rang through...wherever she was.

Memories came back slowly and she saw again the snow storm and felt it against her wavering skin. She shivered and the whole blanket sank lower, barely in the outline of a person.

No one noticed and Zelanya prefered it that way. She sat up quietly and listened to the conversation going on. Two of the woman, one young and one old, seemed to know their way around this cabin. Another, a man, also seemed to be familiar with this place, but then he left and a second later screams vibrated through the chilled air. Zelanya's yellow eyes widened in concern but no one else in the cabin noticed. And she was too tired to get up...surely the man could handle himself.

Yet another...patient?...awoke then and introductions were made. She listened with detached interest, forcing herself not to reach into their minds without permission.

Seconds later, another woman sleeping on a bed similar to Zelanya's sat up and cried out about people chasing her. The two owners flocked to her side and asked gently what she was talking about. The woman calmed a bit and told her story, trying to keep the panic out of her soft voice.

Zelanya sat up straight when the woman confessed that she did not know her own name nor where she had come from. The light being forced herself again not to intrude...though she silently debated over whether or not she could help this woman. She didn't see why not...but her own problems were many. Perhaps the gods were not through, perhaps they intended to punish her further if she used the knowledge she had gained.

"But it's all I have left..." she murmured, her voice not heard but felt as slight vibrations on the skin. Zelanya leaned back and frowned at the conflict which raged within her. Finally, she decided that she would wait...that poor girl...

The light being pushed the thought out of her head. She had bigger problems than conscious right now. She was starving and unable to eat in this form. The gods hadn't been gracious enough to leave her a normal stomach...

Forcing her magic, a ripple of golden light ran through the room, and Zelanya swallowed a groan. When it ended she looked in a glass sitting near her bed. Her reflection stared back, pale but not white as driven snow and no longer glowing. Blue eyes peered from beneath pale auburn hair. Satisfied, she tried to sit up. Nope, that wasn't happening, she thought as she discovered it was painful to move.

She paused, loath to interrupt the girl's explanation and plead...but Zelanya was so hungry...Licking her pale lips and sure everyone had forgotten her, she spoke softly as not to startle anyone.

"Not to interrupt your helping her but may I please have something to eat?""I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Lord_Draken
01/28/2002 6:08 PM

((OOC: Second time I have posted this lol. Mirror! you Poopie heads! I was plannign to use thoise draconians for my Char!!!!! lol but you only used Five, so i can use the res... say they met up and came as a one group or somthing... :P ))

Draken looks around at the awakening people. He listens for a bit to the young girl talking about her somewhat short story. There isnt much he finds of interest ing the room, except maybe the sweet tea, but he dose not wish to inturrupt. As he looks around he notices a window. He decides it may be a good idea to have a look and see where he is.

Draken, trying to stand, was sent back to his seat with the painful force of fatigue. After he managing to let the throbbing pain in his head subside, he removes his bastard sword from its sheath, setting it point-down on the floor. As he leans forward, he uses the sword as a lever to bring him self into a somewhat standing postion. he then procededs to woble his way over to the window, checking as he walks for any enjurys. Seeing that he has none, and that he is simply swore, he sets down in a near-by chair nd observers the outside for the first time.

He suddenly stands up without the help of his sword. His angered muscles send sharp painful attacks eagerly through his body as punishment for his treatment of them. He squints out of the window seeing several dead draconians and one man looming over there dead bodies. Draken turns quickly to the otehers.

"Draconians!" he is now pointing, "I say! There are Draconians out there! They... they are dead, but," he looks down and speaks in a calmer voice,
"the bastards followed me here. It is odd, I thoguht there were less."

Draken looking at the pleeding girl "They must have combined with your pursuers. Why are they suddenly everywere?"

Draken sets back down for a moment, then stands up suddenly again. his muscles have given up there petty vengence for the disturbance, and give him no trouble.

"I must thank that man out there."

Draken walks in a slightly tense manner to the door and exits.

((hum sorry if there a spelling mistakes but i havn't got time to change them. :( ))

CoreyPaintball
01/29/2002 3:32 PM

Richard walks through the snow holding the severed head on the captain of the draconian squad. He put it in a cloth and wrapped it up intent on asking their new patient if they knew anything about them. He saw the cottage in the distance. He was cold so he used some magic and made a ball of fire hover near enough to warm him.
When he got closer he extinguished the ball and saw a man running out of the cabin towards him with a smile on his face. He slid his sword back in its sheath knowing there would be no trouble.
The man was almost at him so he stopped and waited. The man came up and started talking.......

(Draken you post what you say ok? :) )"Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Kitiara2
01/29/2002 5:48 PM

Before the man can say anything a girl appears behind a nearby snow drift. Her hair is in disarray but her eyes are clear, and the expression on her face in control. Her form is unusual, with silver and dark blue streaked hair and black-blue skin. She is tall and obviously a fighter, with her elven blade hanging at her side.

“Hi, hello, I was wondering if you have seen a stack of draco’s? I've been trailing them and uh... oh, I see.” She notices the carnage. “Well in that case do you think you could just direct me to the nearest inn or tavern, or town or something. I am going to need a healer.”

She displays a jagged cut opening her back from her shoulder to her spine, perhaps 40 cm long across her flesh. It seeps with blue blood.

((OOC- Meet Kiani. My name is Ya’el Lennon by the way.))George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Lord_Draken
01/30/2002 10:44 AM

((OOC: All of you people who view this thread, you could always just respnd!!!!!! :P ))

IC: Draken opened his mouth to speak, but was cut of by the girll. He waited patiently, and somewhat aggrivated at her rudeness, as she
spoke. After she had finished, he began to speak to both of them. They both seemed in need of an explanation about the Draconinas.

"Well you see, it is like this. I was being followed by those draconinans, well not all of them. The young girl in there," He pointed to the
wooden building, "she also said she was being folowed by the draconians. I would gather that they had met and joined each
other in their search for us. I can't tell you why they were after her, but as for me..." He realised that he was rambling on as the Elven
woman wsa bleeding.

"Damn, I am such a fool!" He offered her his hand, "Come we must get you inside!"


((OOC: sorry it was short but ahm well she was bleeding there.... ))

Kalia_Majere
01/30/2002 12:11 PM

Liria looked up, startled at the entrance of Draken, who had a newcomer with him.

Liria's gasp of surprise was audible as she saw the woman's wound. She lept up and led her over to the fireside. Liria looked up once and bit her lip. She didn't know how these strangers would react to her healing skills...for she was no cleric, and they had all been uncousious before when she healed them.

Swallowing hard, she whispered a word in her native tounge, and rested her hand over the woman's wound. As before, the pale white glow spread from her hand, to the woman's wound, then spread through the woman's body.

"There" she said softly, taking her hand away. all could see that the wound was now closed. If not for the presence of a light scar, anyone would have doubted that the wound was there at all. Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

Mirror
01/30/2002 12:19 PM

OOC: Satrlite, I've come over to investigate you, but I don't want you to try and cure me just yet, K?! Oh, and Draken, why would the draconians team up to look for two totally unrelated people? And I didn't use five draconians-at least i don't think I did, I used four and one human, so there!!!! :P :) :) :) :)

BIC: the young girl looked up as Zelanya spoke. She noticed the woman and went over to her side, letting the pendant fall into Liria's hand. She studied her intently, a childlike look of comical curiosity on her face. She extended slender fingers and gently touched Zelanya's face, pulling back as soon as the tips made contact, as if she had been shocked by some kind of invisible force. She then began to touch and pinch her face in ernest until she recieved an indignant squeak from Zelanya. She continued to look at her thoughfully.
"Who are you? You are not like a human. Your skin feels different," she said, rubbing her thumb and first two fingers together to emphasise her point. "And your eyes, they are different. They look straight into me and beyond. Who are you?"
Her attention was again drawn away from one thing to another. She hurried over to Liria's side and watched as she healed the newcomer. She gasped in shocked surprise. "How did you do that? Are none of you human?! she asked, fear creeping into her voice as she looked around the small room.



Ray: It looks like a giant Jello mould!!
Winston: I hate Jello!
Venkman: Ah c'mon guys, there's always room for Jello!!!!!!
:P :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :P

[Edited by Mirror on Wednesday, January 30, 2002 12:33 PM]

CoreyPaintball
01/30/2002 12:22 PM

Richard walked inside the bulding and went over to the fire with Draken to hear his part of the story. Richards job here at the cabin was to protect it and make sure no trouble broke out so he didnt mind killing the draconians except for the energy it sucked out of him to do his magic attack.

"As you were saying?"Richard said looking down at his shoes annoyed."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

starlite4774
01/30/2002 2:24 PM

Zelanya stared at the young girl who came over to her bed and started poking her. She was almost fully "materialized" now and why she had shocked the girl when they had touched...

She allowed herself to be poked and prodded by the girl, stunned as to how to answer the accusation that she wasn't human. She was...sort of. At least she had been...

Luckily she didn't have to come up with an answer. The girl, easily distracted, left to go see what the others were doing with a new elf they had brought in from the cold. Zelanya sighed and laided back, her breathing raged. She was so incredibly hungry, but she couldn't interrupt them helping that elf...

She frowned when the girl cried out about them being human and backed into a corner. She wished for the strength to get up, to proclaim her humanity to the little girl...
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Kitiara2
01/30/2002 3:11 PM

“Hey, uh, I guess you're a healer then? I’m grateful to you, where did you learn how to do that? I’m Kiani by the way. I'm a Moonlight Elf. Ah, a Mystyk to be exact, immortal, unusual, all that sort of thing...”

Her voice trails off as she realises maybe she shouldnt make all this so public.

“Um, if you could just direct me to an inn, a tavern, something like that, I’ll be on my way...”George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Pantheus
01/30/2002 4:12 PM

((Hi, new here, thought I would drop a line... hope I do this alright!))

A loud knock resounds at the door. Pantheus stands outside impatiently, muttering to himself.

"Ah, sooooo cold! so flippin' cold!""So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

Kalia_Majere
01/30/2002 9:32 PM

Liria blushed and looked away, her lavender eyes shadowed. "well not really...I didn't learn this from anyone...I was born with it." she said softly, turning away from the newcomer. "There isn't an inn here...if there is anything close to it, you're here.

She turned toward the door as she heard the knocks. she sighed in defeat. "or atleast its gonna be one..." she murmered as she opened the door.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

The_Ravenous
01/31/2002 10:47 AM

An odd figure dressed in thick white robes,and dyed leather armor watches from a large snow
covered spire,rising from a mountain.He draws a bastard sword with a strange white blade from
beneath his robes.He also unsheathes a large high-quality dagger with a errie black blade ,
from his boot sheath. He listens and watches,with advanced auditory and optical senses,from
atop that large snowy spire.

____________________________________________

((OOC: I'm gonna try to come in here.))

Lord_Draken
01/31/2002 10:51 AM

((OOC: :D :) :P wellp i guess it tis time to get this show on the road so we should maybe set out on the journey? wellp i think i am try and get tht rolling foward a bit.
If any body has any idead for what they would like the group to do on thier journey, just do it ya know or tell every body so we can work towards it. :) :) :) :) :) :) ))



IC:Draken was now seated near Richard, eyeing the sweat tea as he began to speak. "I am not eaxctly sure why the draconians
were after me. Well, that is to say I didn't realy do any thing to them. I was setting in a tavern in some town that I can't remeber the
name off. I was setting there drinking my ale when suddenly a young ravaged looking woman ran inton the tavern. She Was running around franticly.
To manke a very long sotry short, I began to help her. She was running from the draconians. After I Helped her I was visited by a few very unkind
draconians, whom thought I was somehow tied into what ever buisness she was. Well it must have been something very bad that she did, because
I have been running for 5 days.
Draken shifted around in his seat and looked longingly at the tea. He begain to thirst for somthing very badly until he fianly asked.
"Miight I have some tea?"

((OOC: Sorry guys for the ungodly short post but i am at school and the bell jsut RANG!!!!))

Lord_Draken
01/31/2002 10:52 AM

((OOC: :D :) :P wellp i guess it tis time to get this show on the road so we should maybe set out on the journey? wellp i think i am try and get tht rolling foward a bit.
If any body has any idead for what they would like the group to do on thier journey, just do it ya know or tell every body so we can work towards it. :) :) :) :) :) :) ))



IC:Draken was now seated near Richard, eyeing the sweat tea as he began to speak. "I am not eaxctly sure why the draconians
were after me. Well, that is to say I didn't realy do any thing to them. I was setting in a tavern in some town that I can't remeber the
name off. I was setting there drinking my ale when suddenly a young ravaged looking woman ran inton the tavern. She Was running around franticly.
To manke a very long sotry short, I began to help her. She was running from the draconians. After I Helped her I was visited by a few very unkind
draconians, whom thought I was somehow tied into what ever buisness she was. Well it must have been something very bad that she did, because
I have been running for 5 days.
Draken shifted around in his seat and looked longingly at the tea. He begain to thirst for somthing very badly until he fianly asked.
"Miight I have some tea?"

((OOC: Sorry guys for the ungodly short post but i am at school and the bell jsut RANG!!!!))

starlite4774
01/31/2002 3:36 PM

((OOC: This is going to be short cuz I can't think of much to say. Good to get going...I don't have anything in particular with my character...she's interesting but I don't have anything specific in mind. I'll just go along with the plot...I figure someone might be afraid of her though... ))

Zelanya looked up at the mention of tea. "Please, please...could I have something to eat? Tea, water, anything?" she was pleading towards the end, trying not to cry. Her blue eyes were phasing in and out, flashing yellow. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Kitiara2
01/31/2002 5:52 PM

Upon seeing Zelanya’s eyes flash Kiani snarled.

“She is Kepelangi-Emdon... Eeeeeevil priestess? Magi?? Slayer???”

She draws her sword, which glows with a pale glow, and kisses a small, ruby encrusted hilt.

“Paladine guide my steps...”

Her arm raises and...








...she is frozen mid-attack by an unseen magic. Her face goes red as she struggles to breathe.

((OOC-Pantheus, don't do you're kill off the life of the party trick again!!!))George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

starlite4774
01/31/2002 6:25 PM

((OOC: *raises an eyebrow* Well, I must say I didn't expect to be attacked...who is Pantheus?))

Zelanya winced as a loud snarl vibrated through the room and one of the newer women yelled out that Zel was a 'Kepelangi-Emdon'.

I don't even know what that is! Zelanya thought frantically as the woman drew a beautiful--and deadly--sword and kissed the hilt, praying to Paladine.

Zelanya's mind raced. She had no idea what to do...she was too tired to stand and defend herself, even if she had had a weapon to do so. And talking wasn't going to help, judging by the fear and fury in the woman's eyes...

Siezed by panic, Zelanya's body went rigid in her bed as the woman raised her arm and started her downward plunge. Zelanya winced and tried to duck down closer to the floor, automatically closing her eyes. Faces flashed before her mind's eye as she waited for the pain of death...waited...

...and waited...

...and waited...

She heard a small gasp and her yellow eyes flew open. The woman was standing, poised over her, frozen in mid-plunge. Zelanya's eyes widened as she realized that her magic had become instinct and her reflexes had grabbed hold of the woman's mind and wrenched control of her own body from her. Zelanya shuddered and the woman gave an answering shudder, her face now turning blue.

"You're killing her!" someone shouted.

Zelanya raised one pure white hand, as if she could just wave her own magic away. It didn't work and she felt panic rise again. She couldn't use her magic to kill! Then they would have been right!!

Closing her eyes, Zelanya concentrated on letting the woman go. She could feel the other mentally fighting and tried to give in. Twin cries of pain rang out through the room as Zelanya wrenched her own mind from the woman's. The woman fell to the ground, gasping for breath and Zelanya, for her part, sank into blissful darkness. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

CoreyPaintball
01/31/2002 7:01 PM

Richard got up and rushed towards Zelanya. He lifted her up and settled her down on a cot and covered her with a blanket. He then pulled a stool up and sat by her....making sure no one got too close again.

"What happened?!" Richard said to the others."Must i guard our own patients from other patients?!This is a mess.""Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Kalia_Majere
01/31/2002 9:39 PM

Liria stood, her lavender eyes dark with sudden anger. "Stop it all of you!! Everyone here has their secrets...and it is their right to keep them!" She hissed, her voice strained as tears threatened. Her form shimmered like Quicksilver, the quickly coalesed.

"I am the protector of this villiage...I will not tolerate any raising a sword against another here! Do it again, and suffer the concequences.!" She cried, as she turned and bolted out the door.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

The_Ravenous
02/01/2002 7:36 AM

The figure, sitting atop the raised snowy spire , watches down below. He pulls back his hood revealing a
burnt face and burning white eyes. Long black hair reaches from his scalp to the base of his spine. His
burning eyes focus on the woman bolting out the door. With liquid movement, the black blade of his
dagger is tossed into the dark snow beneath him,and he has drawn a master-work crossbow.He pulls back
the vulture hair string upon the crossbow,and places a 2 foot long silver bolt into its launching notch.
Sunlight peels through the dark ,snow cloud filled sky,and hits the bolt. The bolt glows with a hint of green,as
he lifts the crossbow . He crouches down in the snow swiftly.His light snow white clothes blend in with the polar
like climate. His extra-sensory hearing still picks up conversations in the small building below.

CoreyPaintball
02/01/2002 12:10 PM

Richard ran out the door after her. All of a sudden his magic senses went haywire. Something or someone was outh there other then the girl.

"Get down!"Richard screamed after her looking around. His magic was picking something up on top of the snowy spire."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Kalia_Majere
02/01/2002 3:51 PM

Liria looked back at Richard...he was one of many who did not know who she really was...it was better that way, but to help him, he would have to know.

Liria frowned as her lavender eyes locked in a particular area in the snow. her form shimmered, and faded, seemed to reform out of Quicksilver. Her form stretched, and reformed.

The dragon was about 100 feet long, her wings nearly one hundred and fifty feet across. they where narrow, good for fast flying, and quick movemnts. Mirrorsun turned her head back towards the spire of snow. She called out, her voice sounding clear and cold as a silver bell.

"Oh Ye who attack my villiage...show yourself or face me!!" She roared, her body was the color of Quicksilver, the scales seemed to be made of contiuious Mercury, their surfaces reflected the sunlight that struck them.

She stretched her wings, and clawed at the ground. "I am Mirrorsun!! Mercury Dragon, and the Guardian of this villiage!! Show yourself" she snarled.Freedom comes costly:
Advice comes cheap:
To pay silver for Blood,
The true price is far too steep.
Look for the key that makes the sword keen;
The chains that bind a man,
Aren't always those seen.

-Tara K Harper Shadow Leader

CoreyPaintball
02/01/2002 5:19 PM

Richard stared up at the mercury dragon is awe. He had seen dragons before, in fact he was accustomed to them. But never one that held such beauty as this one.

"I-I never knew."Richard mumbled."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Dogar_Setton
02/02/2002 7:19 AM

(Hope you don't mind if I drop in a character this late, do you? I've never done any Role-playing before, but I'm a huge fan of the books, and I love to write, Please bear with me.you can keep my character if you want: He's a human ranger, in his early fifties but still hale and hearty as ever... well mostly.)


The moon peered shyly at him from between the grasping branches of the ancient trees, a pale, broken light shining down on the clearing like a blessing. Colin sat an old log wearily, his knees protesting the sudden movement. "Damn !" he whispered, hissing as the rheumatism shot through his joints, like it always did, like it always would. "Getting too bedamned old too be out here, puttering around amongst trees and squirrels when both my age and my station have earned me the right to a warm hearth and a soft chair. Instead I roam around like an old fool, cutting wood when I should be buttering my toast, hunting deer when I should be playing with grand-children, whatever Gods there are should curse me for being a fool!"

Colin busied himself with setting camp,muttering sourly, yet not convincingly, to himself as he cracked branches with his brown, work-hardened hands, split wood with a trusty belt-axe. He knew that he would never accept his grumblings as truth, although anyone who disputed him would lose a tooth or two. The old ranger had tried it before; retirement, the luxuries, the civilized world, and each time he sat down before a crackling hearth or comfortable chair, his eyes would roam tio the windows, his hands would clench in unaccustomed idleness. He would soon trade the flannel robes for fighting leathers, doff the warm slippers in favour of heavy boots, and once again be out among the whispering leaves and shrieking winds that he loved. But maybe, he reflected while munching on a decidedly un-appetizing piece of jerked meat, this time would be different. Maybe this time he really would settle dowm. Yes, he smiled as he leaned back against the comfortable log, this time he would return to Palanthas, live with his family, accustom himself to the bustle and noise of city life. It really isn't that bad, the thought, after all, I am getting older, maybe.........

A piercing shriek split the night air, sending clouds of white-feathered snowbirds winging upward to the sky and safety. "What in the name of the Abyss..!'' Colin reached for his well-worn battle axe, then stopped, listening intently.

"Oh ye who atack my village... show yourself and face me!" Colin cursed, looking nortward, listening for more. "I am Mirrorsun. Mercur........". The rest was indistinct, the old woodsmans ears could not pick it up.

A battle! Colin gauged the sound......... North he concluded, about Five miles. He slung his axe in his back harness, then stopped. "No." he told himself firmly, he had retired. The shriek was again carried to his ears by the seductive hands of the night wind. "What if someone is being attacked by goblins or ogres?.....perhaps children..." he mumbled. That setles it, he tought finally, so much for dreams of napping and soft beds. He sighed audibly, gathering his gear and dousing the fire with a kick to a snowdrift. "I suppose they'll need help, damn youngsters, probably throwing rocks at ogre caves or something of the like." Colin stumped off into the storm heading Northward against the railing wind. His knees creaked alarmingly with rheumatism, like they always did, like they always would.................

[Edited by Dogar_Setton on Saturday, February 2, 2002 3:43 PM]

The_Ravenous
02/02/2002 11:48 AM

He stands up,and brushes the snow off of his dyed studded leather armor covered chest &knees.The creature slides away the crossbow,and sheathes his ivory bladed Bastard Sword. He looks at the dragon and smiles.He lifts his head,not in a sign of admiratation for the beautiful creature,but to to show off a long burnt scar along the base of his throat.
A white swirls seems to fall within his dark weathered eyes.His pupils turn to a grey hint,and seem to have a burning light within.The figure seems to raise itself in height,almost to half the dragons height.His mind releases a telepathic thought in the dragons direction.
The thought read as the following:"I have not the ability to speak with a tounge,but if I did,would not look at a creature as yourself without a bit of laughter. I do not intend to attempt damage to you,your village, or your friends. I only wish to join you within your village. Will you allow such an intrusion upon your territory?"

Kitiara2
02/03/2002 4:14 PM

((OOC- Pantheus may enter this thread... think yourself lucky if he doesn’t.))


Kiani lay motionless on the floor, but after a moment hauled herself up. Ragged sobs echoed from her chest.
Then in almighty effort she spoke, her voice filled with wrath and righteous fury.

“SHE WILL KILL YOU ALL!!!”

Kiani stood, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“She is evil, and she must be obliterated. She is a danger to us all. Allow me to slay the Kepelangi as befits any tyrranical daemon, without honour, dignity or glory.”
George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Pantheus
02/03/2002 4:48 PM

((OOC- yep, youre right, I couldn't resist!))

A blue mist emanated from beneath the floorboards and seeped into the room. Eventually the form of a young man solidified. He looked to be the same race as Kiani.

“Kiani, your knowledge may be your undoing. This girl still has many purposes in this world, and you have no right to make the choice of the gods. The council must inform you that these mortals (ALL of them) are delivered into your protection until the fulfill their purposes. Breathe deep, Seek peace.”

He disappeared again, and all was silent."So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

starlite4774
02/03/2002 8:03 PM

((OOC: Yipe. Too many people. Must...not...lose...track...

Too late.))

Zelanya awoke to see Richard standing over her protectively and then leave with one of the other proprioters of this place. She barely noticed as the woman became a mercury dragon, so preoccupied was she with what had happened just before she had passed out.

She had done it. Well, techincally, she had done it before but only with Sashalin. Her friend had volunteered to aid in the magic and find the key, lending her mind but then Zelanya hold over the other had always been delicate, broken as soon as Sasha decided she wanted it to be.

And then Zelanya had found the key to the magic and been punished. Hm. Was that it? No, this was different. This was pure, undiluted control despite fighting, despite resistance...how had she done it? It had been reflex, could she do it again?

She had to experiment.

But on who? There was no one here that would volunteer and Zelanya wasn't about to force anyone... She felt safe with some of them...the little girl, Richard, the dragonlady...The latter two had sworn that there would be no bloodshed here despite her odd appearance and not paniced at her way of self-defense...the former, the little girl...she didn't know what to think of her except that she trusted and wanted to help...

“She is evil, and she must be obliterated. She is a danger to us all. Allow me to slay the Kepelangi as befits any tyrranical daemon, without honour, dignity or glory.”

Zelanya looked up stunned as her attacker said this. How could she...what was her...Zel stuttered, interrupted by the other that came and told her attacker to calm down before disappearing again.

By the time he was gone, Zelanya had found her voice again. "H-how dare you?! I, the demon? I, without honor? I come in here cold, starving!! Dying!! I intend no harm towards anyone and you--! You waltz in here and attack an unarmed, helpless...person, whom you do not know a thing about! IT IS YOU WHO IS WITHOUT HONOR OR DIGNITY! IT IS YOU WHO IS PATHETIC AND...and..."

By now, Zelanya was so worked up that she was on her feet, swaying and clutching the blanket about her as if it could contain her anger. "You...you...are the most closeminded, ignorant person I have ever met! I search only for knowledge and it has brought me to the brink and I have come back! AND I WILL KNOW! I will, not at the suffering of others...by my own suffering, yes..."

She stared at Kiani with her odd golden blue eyes and gave a resigned expression. "Slay me? Slay me...the demon?" she gave a chuckle. "Go ahead. I offer no resistance...if my quest for knowledge and my humanity is such a threat to you...slay me and be without honor for all your days."

She managed to hold her calm a few seconds longer and then, panting with excertion, collasped back on the bed.

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

CoreyPaintball
02/04/2002 12:20 PM

Richard looked up at the dragon. "I hope you can handle by yourself. I hear a commotion in the cabin."he said rushing back inside.

He opened the door to hear the last bit of argument between Zelanya and her attacker before she collapsed.Richard rushed over and pulled the blanket over her making sure she didnt get cold. He then averted his attention to her attacker.

"Still at it eh?Well if you touch her or harm her......Trust me, you will be the first to die."Richard said sitting on the bedside stool again."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

starlite4774
02/04/2002 1:35 PM

((OOC: I'm not cold, I'm hungry!! Geeez, what does a girl need to do to get some food around here??

Er...don't answer that. :D

Hahahaha, I had fun with that little tiff. Thanks for the opening, Kit. :):P:)))"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Kitiara2
02/04/2002 3:12 PM

((OOC- Always a pleasure!))


Kiani looked up at Richard mournfully.

“The Elders have commanded. But if they had not, do you honestly believe I would listen to your little threats, little man?”

Kiani seemed to grow larger and larger until she reached her true height (9ft2in) and looked down at the people in the cabin. The roof seemed to have disappeared and the sky loomed ominously, but the protective shelter of the roof was still there even so. Her hair swirled about her.

“You all fall under my care. But whisper my name and I will appear, for all times I hold your lives in my palm. Your greatest danger now is the night for with it comes a legion of undead... I warn you to make ready for the greatest war this world has seen. And you *points to Zelanya* there may come soon a time when, like your mother, you are faced with the chaos choice. Remember the words of the prophet Amyena:

Chaos will reign but only those with steadfast loyalty to the gods may bring its downfall.

I shall return when you need me, but now I must consult the council. Goodbye...”

In a mist of fine purple cloud she vanished, her words echoing through the cabin now restored to normality.George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

starlite4774
02/04/2002 3:57 PM

((OOC: Damn, you could have at least been insulted by my attack on your honor--seeing as how I was right and everything! :P

And what do you think you know about Zelanya's mother?))

"Elders?" Zelanya murmured as Kiana vanished. Zel wasn't afraid of the woman's threats or warnings...they rang hollow in her ears. Kiana had wanted to kill her before her "Elders" had ordered otherwise and had failed. Her honor had also failed and any trust in the stranger's word had been washed away with her superior atitude and ignorance.

But, as always, Zelanya was curious. She wondered about these "Elders" and Kiana's mention of her mother. What does she think she knows? Zel thought, sinking back into her bed."I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

CoreyPaintball
02/04/2002 4:43 PM

Richard showed no fear in the face of this tall woman as she towered over him. When she disappeared he turned to Zelanya.

"I've slain dragons before and she thinks she can come in here and command me around? One more move and she would have joined these 'Undead Legeons' she spoke of." Richard said while drawing his thumb down the blade of his sword drawing a bead of blood."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Dogar_Setton
02/05/2002 2:46 PM

( I'm sorry I haven't added anything lately to further the plot, but I did say that my old guy had five miles to cover to get to the cabin, so I can't drop in too soon. Maybe I could meet up with the rest of you while you are starting off on your journey or something? Nudge,nudge,prod. For now here's this)


Colin struggled against the howling wind, struggling vainly to make each step. The gales buffeted him mercilessly, pulling at his bulky fur cloak, whipping around the leather thongs binding his pack, freezing his face so that the skin numbed, then burned.
Was that a cabin up ahead, over that next ridge? The stalwart ranger paused to squint teary-eyed into the shrieking night storm. It was! From where he stood he could see flickering lights and, now that he listened harder, could hear another booming voice. "...elders...''' was all he could make out, though that was enough to discredit his earlier theory of an Ogre attack. But if not they, then what? Giants? Mages? Have the Gods themselves returned? Colin shook his head forcefully. Well whatever it is he'd come too far and got too interested to turn back now. With an agility that belied his age the old woodsman flicked a well-worn battle-axe from a harness on his belt, and held it at the ready before him, testing it's balance. Determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, even if it meant fighting Giants. Colin Montcliffe ready his axe and started off on the snow-choked path that led to the cabin. It was going to be an interesting night.

Mirror
02/05/2002 11:47 PM

The young girl was terrified.
All these things happening around her. One of the people had turned into a Dragon, one wouldn't stop yelling, one had just dissappeared! What was going on. Her breths began to come in short sharp bursts as she began to panic. Then she spied her pendant, lying on the floor where it had been forgotton in all the commotion. She crawled over to it quickly, picked it up, then scurried back to her place of safe haven in the corner of the cabin.
She began to gently run her fingers over the smooth surface of the pendant, and she felt herself begin to calm. The pendant started to glow with a soft, golden, irridecence at her touch. The girl began to hum, and then sing, the melody soft and entrancing. None could tell what she was singing, for the words were in a language different to their own. Each person, individually, turned to the singig young girl, who had seemed to forget where she was and who was there.
As she sang, a soft golden sheen covered her, and began to sperad across the room. It envleoped each person, making them feel calm, peaceful, and healing any wounds that the person had, be they mental of physical. Those that were hungry felt sated, those that had been hurt found that they no longer had an ache in their body..........
The song came to a gentle end, and the woman sat there, and slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she looked so beautiful, so calm, so confident, that the others believed that it was another person entirely sitting there. Then she blinked, looked around her, and the fear returned. She sank as far into the corner as she could, knees drawn up to her chest, pendant clasped tightly in both hands, and began to whimper..........Ray: It looks like a giant Jello mould!!
Winston: I hate Jello!
Venkman: Ah c'mon guys, there's always room for Jello!!!!!!
:P :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :P

Kitiara2
02/07/2002 4:09 PM

((OOC- Kiani is immortal, and a moonlight elf. She can see into the past and future of anyone around her, so it is possible that she is mistaking deeds done by Zelanya’s mother for those Zelanya will do in the future. She has gone to consult the Council about her visions but will return shortly. Don’t hold her pride against her, she is a teenager by her years (6,403 years old) and she thinks she’s right about everything. As she monitors your progress in this life, so she will when any of your chars need her throughout time. You could call her a guardian angel of sorts. But she still has many lessons to learn!!! Pantheus is of the same race but much older and wiser. He may appear from time to time in the guise of another avatar. All moonlight elves are good, but many are proud and haughty too, and so feel free to teach her lessons now and then.))

The young girl felt soft hands caress her and fell asleep, as did all the other members of the cabin briefly. They awoke but a moment later, soothed and with clear heads.

Colin, struggling through the snow, felt a Presence and heard a woman's voice... “You are close my friend. There will be those who will aid your destiny. You have but to open the door.”

The cabin glowed with an iridescent light.George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

starlite4774
02/07/2002 5:20 PM

((OOC: Immortal, huh? Hm. Whatever. That still doesn't tell me what, if anything, you "know" about Zelanya's mother.)) "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Pantheus
02/07/2002 5:59 PM

((OOC- I think what she’s saying is that she doesn’t really know it all she just thinks she does. Also she may have seen you and your future destiny, and got it confused with your mother. She is still only learning to use her considerable skills. I think. Is that right Kit?))"So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

Kitiara2
02/07/2002 7:09 PM

((OOC- pretty much it.))George: We should be Arabs or Italians... the Arabs don’t drink, and the Italians don’t get drunk much, except on religious holidays. We should live on Crete, or something.
Nick [sarcastically]: And that, of course, would make us cretins.
George [mild surprise]: So it would.

Pantheus
02/10/2002 5:27 PM

Pan reappeared briefly in the minds of each of the inhabitants of the cabin. To each he whispered a message of hope and courage, and urged them to be ready for what would come.

A few hours away a legion of ghouls, vampires and wraiths marched for their predestined point of attack. Their eyes glowed and their faces twisted in deathly grimaces. The Day of Reckoning was upon the world…
"So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

Dogar_Setton
02/11/2002 11:42 AM

(sorry for the huge post but I've decided to make Colin join you all at the cabin. Who knows? Maybe the journey will come to us.)

Colin struggled throught the last of the drifts, reaching a rise slightly to the south of the cabin. To his right, shielded from sight by the swirling snowflakes, the old warrior could hear,no,SENSE two great and powerful prescences. Maybe he should investigate?...... No, he told himself firmly, I'll see to the people in the cabin first. He started to stride through the knee-deep snow towards the small building then stopped and fell back on guard as he saw a young, sword-wielding man stomp in agitation out through the door and toward him. The look on the fighter's, no, mages, face was not one of gratitude at spying Colin, nor was it one of fear, or determination, or even suspicion. Rather the young man, be he mage or warrior the older man could not say, looked nothing short of irritated at seeing him. Colin tugged his long moustaches amusedly. He could have sworn he saw him mutter.....'another one'..... under his breath as he strode out to meet him.

"Who are you?" the young man asked, sounding extremely tired.

"Lord Colinius uth Laskan du Montcliffe," Colin replied " though I've long ago given up the need for titles and do not urge you to use them.You are?"

"Richard." The younger man replied, then frowned briefly at Colins travel stained leathers. "Lord?" he asked skeptically.

Colin smiled wryly and drew aside his bear-skin vest, revealing a shining, but obviously ancient, Solamnic breastplate. "Officially I'm a semi-retired Knight of the Sword from Palanthas," he explained " unofficially I'm a travelling correspondent for the Order and an old fool who's too stubborn to give up his old habits. But enough with introductions,' Colin peered over Richards shoulder intently scanning the cabin and the landscape surrounding it. " I heard voices, loud ones, and I thought you were under attack so I came to investigate. What exactly IS happening?"

" Not much of anything" Richard rubbed his forehead wearily "there was a small battle earlier but we took care of that with little trouble. Draconians. If you would have come from the East you probably would've seen the blood, though I suppose the snow has covered it by now."

Colin pondered this for a moment. "Indeed. Well I would still like to stay around, if there are any more of those beasts around it is my duty to lend what aid I can to the local citizenry, meaning you, and to learn enough to report to my Solamnic brethren when I return. I hate to ask this, but I would like a room and shelter for the night." The knight nodded to the warm, light-filled cabin.

" Oh, Aye! You and everyone else between here and Sancrist!" Richard paused at the look Colin gave him. " Sorry, it's just that my nerves are shot from the happenings this night. Well, who would you like to bunk with, the half frozen warrior or the disappearing moonlight elf? Maybe the dragon-lady is more your type of room-mate, or the burnt guy, the gods know you can take your pick, we got enough........" Richard trailed off, mumbling as he stomped back to the cabin, motioning for Colin to follow.

Colin scratched his eyebrow in confusion. The young man must be insane. Dragon-Ladies? Moonlight Elves? These characters must be the work of his feverish mind, apparitions brought on by the cold and the isolation. Still, he remembered the voices he had heard. Loud voices, immpossibly loud. And there was this storm. Colin greatly expected that it was magical in making, never had he witnessed anyt natural tempest this savage, this relentless. With a sigh that greatly mirrored Richards own mumblings Colin put away his axe and strode toward the door of the little cottage. This promised to be a long night.


" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

[Edited by Dogar_Setton on Monday, February 11, 2002 11:48 AM]

[Edited by Dogar_Setton on Tuesday, February 12, 2002 1:03 PM]

CoreyPaintball
02/11/2002 12:54 PM

OOC: You handled my character nicely :)

Richard stepped through the door and motioned for 'Lord' Colin to come in. He walked over to a corner and sat down. Richard lifted his hands palm up and twin fireballs appeared hovering above his skin.

"Just to warm up."He said to Colin who had given him a quzzical look."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Pantheus
02/11/2002 5:13 PM

A young man veiws the entire scene with Richard and Colin from outside. His eyes shine with unshed tears.

"They just don't listen, do they?""So what do you do for a living sir?"

"Uh, I like eggs."

"Eggs eh?"

"Eggs."

"Is that your full answer?"

"Yes. Eggs!"

-an original quote from me at my first job interveiw!

Solamnic_Knight
02/15/2002 7:44 AM

As Draken runs off madly into the cold wilderness of the icy tundra, he strips his clothing off and laughs insainly!

(ehh i dont wann post here any more cause i got to much crap to do, figured i at least leave gracefully :)) )

~draken~

Locke_Darklight
02/15/2002 7:51 AM

((Somehtings wrong with that last guy. I know him, hes a freak!!!!))
Locke Darklight

Dogar_Setton
02/15/2002 11:15 AM

( Well we lost Draken and it IS his thread, but I don't overly want to give up my character or this story at the moment, so I gonna keep going with it. I hope the rest of you will continue on as well. This could end up being pretty good

" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

Dogar_Setton
02/16/2002 7:38 AM

( I'm sorry but since no-one was writing anything lately I had to fill the gap. Consequently, this post may be huge.)


Colin moved to enter the inviting cabin, blinking as the light of candles glared in his eyes. Abruptly he was shouldered aside by a large armor-clad figure who was running frantically out into the shrieking storm, gibbering and drooling as he struggled to rid himself of his garments. A wild, feral light had entered the man's eyes, and his teeth gnashed frighteningly as he ranted to himself.

" Draken, what in the Abyss are you doing?" The young man named Richard leapt back out the door to follow his patient. "Are you mad!?! You'll freeze to death ou- AARAGH!!!"

Colin stared disbelievingly as Drakens form begin to twist, to transform, to corrupt. His pale skin, once sallow from cold and sickness, discoloured further to the shade of rotten parchment. His jaw lengthened, the teeth jutting outward in a manner impossible to a human, or any wordly race. The once strong, capable hands of the warrior stretched, becoming fearsome and gnarled, growing claws like blackened daggers. Those talons now dripped blood and black ichor as the beast that was once human tore into the arm of a shocked young mage. Richard stumbled to the ground, clutching his arm and vomitting as the poison took effect. The once-Draken monstrosity turned to fix baleful yellow eyes on Colin, and the knight was hit with a wave of fear and revulsion as he realized what it was.

"DAMN!! A REVENANT!!!" Colin whipped out his trusted axe and squared off, studying his foe. The Child of Torment , as these creatures were often called , gazed back at him with a disturbing degree of intelligence, then bowed mockingly and gave the Knights Salute to the Enemy. The elder Knight felt sick; Draken, apparently, had been one of his brethren before falling prey to this horrible curse. He looked anxiously to Richards still and lifeless form, cursing his slowed reflexes. He had let too many die. The young mage would not be another name on that list. The Revenant straightened , then came in fast, swinging roundhouse scratches at Colins seemingly defenseless ribs. The look of triumph upon the ghouls face faded quickly into consternation as it's claws clattered uselessly on the knights leather-covered plate mail. Colin allowed himself a quick, grim chuckle, then punched forward with the haft of his axe,knocking the creature backward. The undead beast stumbled in the mounting snow then grinned obscenely at the knight.

" You fight well manling," the revenants voice rasped out from a shattered throat, smelling of dust and long-forgotten tombs, " but not quite well enough. You see, even as you stand here waiting to die by my hands, my brethren advance upon this wretched little excuse for a settlement. An army of those such as me, with llittle to fight against it. What will you counter with? An aging knight, a poisoned mage, a houseful of squabbling petty adventurers?!?" The corrupted form of Draken lolled it's head back in a macabre parody of laughter. To his right , near the doorway, Colin glimpsed an almost imperceptible twitch. Richard was alive! He still had a chance to save the young mage. "You see, my master has no need of this village." the revenant continued " the vale yes, but not the village. It will be destroyed, as everything that stands before the great Uilintharr is destroyed. You would do well to remember that."

The ghoul charged Colin again, both claws extended like spears, then spun in a burning frenzy as a fireball engulfed its mauseleum dry form. Shrieking, it started toward Richard, who had managed to sit up against the wall of the cabin. " YOU WILL DIE MAGE!" the beast gibbbered as it stumbled toward the rapidly weakening wizard. "YOUR DEATH WILL SEND MY MASTERS CAUSE INTO THE FUTURE" . Richard managed to stand, wavering, against the oaken door, and spoke grimly. "Before you look to the future , you should probably look behind. " Confused the Revenant whirled, then cursed it's stupidity as Colins axe plunged downward like some fearsome bird of prey, splitting the creatures rotten skull wide open. As the beast, now dead, fell backward into the blodied snow, Richard gave Colin a brief, prefunctory nod, and toppled next to it.

Colin rean to the younger man, felt for his lifebeat. He would live, but only if someone acted soon. "I NEED A HEALER" Colin bellowed toward the cabin, hearing footsteps running towards him. He only preyed someone would reach them in enough time...........



" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

Kalia_Majere
02/16/2002 9:56 AM

Liria stumbled back towards the cabin that she called home. She flinched as someone called "I NEED A HEALER" She spun around and ran towards the voice to see Two men she didn't recognize the one who shouted...but the other.

"Richard!" she cried, and ran towards them. She cradled Richard's head in her lap. Her body shimmered with a pale silver glow. She muttered soft words as the glow coalesed in her hands, and transfered from her body to his.

Liria watched as the glow permeated Richard's body and filled the wounds, closing them. she removed her hands and the glow faded to nothing. She looked up at the stranger. "He'll be alright." She said softly, as she too promptly fainted from the overuse of her powers.It takes a Heart of Steel
To watch friends Die;
It takes a love stronger than steel
To wait to help them.

Tara K Harper--Shadow Leader

CoreyPaintball
02/17/2002 11:11 AM

Richard felt himself drift in and out of conciousness. He used his healing power to help him become stronger. Slowly he was able to keep awake longer. He was now able to open his eyes. Finally after what seemed like hours he was able to get up. He looked over at Liria."Thankyou. I owe you my life." Richard said to her as he stumbled a bit feeling dizzy."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Kalia_Majere
02/17/2002 1:49 PM

Liria smiled at him and helped to steady him as his stepps became unsteady.

"Take it easy my friend..." she murmered softly, blushing.It takes a Heart of Steel
To watch friends Die;
It takes a love stronger than steel
To wait to help them.

Tara K Harper--Shadow Leader

Dogar_Setton
02/23/2002 7:17 AM

(C'mon people, let's keep this one going. This thread could end up interesting again if we work at it.)

Colin looked anxiously at Richard as the young mage stumbled toward the cabin door, accompanied by his healer friend. He looked upon the two somewhat longingly at first, admiring the undying friendship and love that he, an eternally restless soul, had never taken time to cultivate with any body. He hadn't ever found anyone with which to share this type of idyllic existence.

Well there was one, he mused, slowly smoothing back his iron-gray hair as his eyes misted over with tears and remembrance. Yes there was one, once upon a time, but she......., well she...

Colin snapped out of his daze as he saw the woman leading RIchard stumble under the weight of the comatose young man. Striding forward briskly he laid a hand on the woman's shoulder, holding her up when it was sure she would have fallen. He executed a quick, courtly bow to this stunning woman, then straightened and nodded toward her burden.

"My fair lady, if you would allow me to assist......" His voice trailed off as the healer fixed him with a gaze as cold and pure as glacial springs. Her eyes were young, yet somehow ageless, as is the rising sun; born anew each morn, yet irrevocably and majestically eternal. She raised a light, feathery eyebrow inquisitively and Colin turned away shame-facedly, realizing he'd been staring overlong. Blushing furiously he extended a gauntleted hand to take the womans and shook it thankfully."I am at your service, Mistress......" he looked at her in a questioning manner.

"Liria" the healer replied, endeavouring to hide her playful grin. "And if you are truly at my service, Sir Knight. Your first task can be helping this battered soul," she ruffed Richards hair teasingly " into a bed, instead of a snowbank where he seems intent on staying."


Colin nodded entusiastically, then bent and settled the mages limp form onto his shoulders. He followed Liria into the cabin laying him gently onto a goose feather matress in the corner of the common room, then looked around at the other guests in the cabin, raising his eybrows at the sight of them. They were undoubtedly an exotic lot and as he turned to take a chair at the oaken table one of them spoke............

" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

starlite4774
02/23/2002 11:24 AM

((OOC: I do believe we need a plot.))

Zelanya paced around the large common room, barely taking note of the comings and goings of the others. She had a lot on her mind--and finally some food in her stomach--and she found it impossible to stay still for more than a few seconds.

There was a lot going on here, probably much more than she had noticed. Events, emotions...curiousities, sorrows...she wished to be a part of it all and felt as though she could fly into a million pieces and be with every...

She shook her head in frustration, sending shimmery auburn hair in all directions framing her pale face. The need to know was overpowering. But she couldn't know...not without the help of those here.

She glanced at them, each in turn. Her eyes phased in and out, blue to yellow and back again as she tried to see them in all the ways she could. It bothered her. She knew them not. She knew not when that foolish girl would be coming back and what she knew about her own mother...she knew not...

Several people entered the cabin. The two proprioters, one seemingly injured. Another followed them and if Zelanya had ever known his name, she had forgot it now. He helped...Richard, that was one...into a bed and then going to stand near an oaken table.

Determined to stop pacing, Zel headed for the table and forced herself to sit down, though her nails drummed on the smooth surface with nervous energy. She watched the man as he glanced around at all present, his eyebrows raised and his expression curious. Then he sat near her and turned slightly, as if he predicted that she would say something.

And she did, bursting out with all the energy and frustration she possessed. "I can't stand this any longer! There is so much to know, to learn and I sit on the edge of it, helpless..."

She stood and started pacing again, not noticing that she had many people's attention. "I mean all I need, all I want, is someone else who is as curious, who believes that we should know! My magic...it can reveal much but I cannot do this by myself, I just...I need..."

She blew air out violently from between her lips and sank against a nearby wall, closing her eyes. As she did, her form stretched, her skin turning as white light and her outline, indefinate. Those who looked, saw not only a spectre but a mind, free and yet trapped by the fears of those of flesh and the secret natures of the gods..."I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and
I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Bilbo Baggins

Good becomes ignorant.
Evil turns on itself.
The Balance must be maintained.

Akuma_Nightwing
02/23/2002 11:42 AM

I like it alot it's good very good bravo!!!!!!!

Dogar_Setton
02/23/2002 7:04 PM

( Thanks Akuma. If we all work together this could end up being one of the better threads around, I reiterate,COULD!!! Oh and starlite I agree with you on the urgent need of a plot; If you look back to one of my posts, where Draken flipped out, I made undead-Draken mention that he is a servant of Uilintharr, his "Master". He also mentions that Uilintharr needs the use of the valley, but can do without the village. Anybody who is involved in the thread so far can tinker with that info all you want, you can even change the name if you really want to, Ulintharr is something I came up with off the top of my head,and I don't really care if we use that name for a villian or not. )

Anyhoo lets get all of the characters up and active again, I want to see how far this can go.

I'm not gonna post any more storyline at the moment, I'll let someone else come back andtake the next step. Corey? Kalia? Kit? Mirror?

" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

Pantheus
02/24/2002 4:16 PM

((OOC: Kit’s in surgery, I will play Kiani and Pan. And all their avatars. ))

I like the “Ulintharr idea, very cool. If no one else is up for it I am happy to play the bad guy. And the plot... hmm well I was thinking something distinctly realm-threatening. Say a Takhisis related terror sweeping the land. At the heart of it, the Evil Lord Ulintharr and his army of undead. Also legions of black dragons and a few thousand bozaks. The valley is advantageous as a strategic point for warfare but the village is a nuisance only. So Ulintharr has sent his army to “clean up the valley and surrounding area, and take control of all the major roads, trade routes and waterways. His obvious eventual goal is one of Demi-godhood. He will try ultimately to become possessed by Raistlin/Fistandantilus.

Just an idea...
"So what do you do for a living sir?"
"Uh, I like eggs."
"Eggs eh?"
"Eggs."
"Is that your full answer?"
"Yes. Eggs!"
-an original quote from me at my first job interview!

Pantheus
02/24/2002 4:16 PM

((OOC: Kit’s in surgery, I will play Kiani and Pan. And all their avatars. ))

I like the “Ulintharr idea, very cool. If no one else is up for it I am happy to play the bad guy. And the plot... hmm well I was thinking something distinctly realm-threatening. Say a Takhisis related terror sweeping the land. At the heart of it, the Evil Lord Ulintharr and his army of undead. Also legions of black dragons and a few thousand bozaks. The valley is advantageous as a strategic point for warfare but the village is a nuisance only. So Ulintharr has sent his army to “clean up the valley and surrounding area, and take control of all the major roads, trade routes and waterways. His obvious eventual goal is one of Demi-godhood. He will try ultimately to become possessed by Raistlin/Fistandantilus.

Just an idea...
"So what do you do for a living sir?"
"Uh, I like eggs."
"Eggs eh?"
"Eggs."
"Is that your full answer?"
"Yes. Eggs!"
-an original quote from me at my first job interview!

CoreyPaintball
02/24/2002 6:54 PM

OOC: My character is kind of......... unconcious!"Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Dogar_Setton
02/25/2002 11:07 AM

I'm glad you like the idea, and you seem to be thinking a lot like me at the moment. With the Necromancer-Lord sweeping down to conquer the innocent Vale( I got the idea from one of your posts where you mentioned an army of undead, a looooooong time ago) we're bound to be able to easily develop the plot, and it seems that the story is once again on the move. The constant arrivals and bickering at the cabin was good for a staring point or an intro to our characters, but we should be getting underway. I have nothing to submit right now, so I'll wait for someone else.

Pan, tell Kit we all hope she'll get better and return soon. Oh, and does anone know where The_ravenous is, or Mirror are? Are they still in the thread?

" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

Pantheus
02/25/2002 3:06 PM

((OOC- At this point she may be back in about 2 weeks. all things considered. Thanks for your concern.)

Ulintharr smiled grimly from his chateau in northern Ergoth. “My plans, they all are coming together...”

((OOC- thought I’d make this ure typical bad guy with all cliches inclusive!!! And I was hoping someone would play a backstabbing manservant.))

“In a few hours, the valley will be swept clean.”

He called his manservant. As he waited his long, grey fingers drummed against the desktop of his laboratory bench. Blood oozed from cracks in the walls and bottle-laden shelves boasted preserved animals, plants, and other less identifiable objects...
"So what do you do for a living sir?"
"Uh, I like eggs."
"Eggs eh?"
"Eggs."
"Is that your full answer?"
"Yes. Eggs!"
-an original quote from me at my first job interview!

Dogar_Setton
02/27/2002 3:16 PM

Colin stood quickly as the strange young woman next to him began to rant to herself, stalking about the room in a fit of emotion and erratic movements, shrieking louder and louder until she finally collapsed, whimpering, against the far wall. He stepped forward defensively, drawing his dagger with a hiss of steel and crowded in front of Richard. Whatever evil this woman was out to create would bring no harm to the young man, whom Colin was beginning to regard with the same protective affection as he extended to his nephews.


" Stand back, sorceress!! By my honour you will bring no harm to .......... What!?! " Colin whirled around as Richards trembling hand grasped his arm.

"No fighting, Sir Knight. She... she is not dangerous, just... unnerving." Richard shook his head to clear the last cinging tendrils of sleep." Zelanya is under our protection, she has sought refuge from the storm in this cabin. I have no idea where she came from, but the girl seems to be no threat."

The knight lowered his dagger, sheathed it soon after. Perhaps Richard was right, he mused, perhaps the girl is harmless. Certainly she seemed to o afraid of the others in the cabin to be some marauding wizardess. Striding forward, the elder warrior-lord extended a calloused hand, helped this Zelanya to her feet. Gods, he thought to himself in amazement, she can weigh no more than a wounded hart. It is a wonder she survived whatever journey it was that took her this far north. Colin lifted the young woman with the ease he could have lifted a sack of flour, and looked into her eyes.

Unnerving, Richard had said. Colin believed it. As he watched the girls eyes paled to a light blue, darkened to emerald green, flashed from ruby to lavender to silver, to a thousand colours Colin knew and more he didn't, to shades that defied description. Her skin underwent these changes as well, darkening to a ruddy, healthy, tan, lightening until it became as translucent as gossamer, as moonlight on snow. She hugged into him as he held her, shivering, crying, muttering strange comments about the gods and power and repeating " I must know..... I must...know.... I....." until the words faded from language into a whispering sob.

That tears it, Colin thought ruefully, I'm knee-deep into this now. With a sigh that resounded audibly around the room , he led the girl back to the table, got her into a chair. When she was settled he spoke;

" Hush child, you're safe here. I have no intention of harming you, and I'm sorry if I've frightened you earlier. Please, just calm yourself and tell me what connection you have to the storm."

"Storm?" Zelanya looked up at him, puzzlement evident on her tear-streaked face. " I have nothing to do with this storm, or any other, why do you... why do you ask?"

Colin leaned back in his chair ,astonished at the girls answer, all the while feeling the eyes of all those in the cabin focused intently upon him.
" Why the storm, girl! It's obviously magical in nature, even I can sense that, and you, if you don't mind me saying, seem to have an exorbitant amount of magic around you so naturally I assumed that you....."

He stopped as Richard peered increduously at him from his cot, " Magical you say? How did you come to this conclusion?"

Colin gazed at them increduously. " Why it's obvious, just look....... oh yes I forget with whom I talk. You are all obviously young and I often forget that not all are as skilled in woodslore as I, eccentric old wander that I am." He crossed to the window, drawing apart the curtains, and turned to the others in the cabin. " No clouds, yet the skies are choked with snow and hail. The wind blows two way's at once, the snow settles to quickly and weighs too much for fresh powder, and add to that the fact that any storm of this ferocity would have blown itself out long ago, and one realizes that it must be driven by magic, which is why I suspected the girl." He nodded towards Zelanya, who seemed to be immersed in her thoughts.

" I see your point" Richard spoke from atop his bunk " but it would have to be powerful magic for me not to detect it. Extremely powerful. I also understand how you would suspect Zelanya, with her penchant for chaos, as the instigator. But if it is not her doing" Richard looked questioningly at Zelanya,who shook her head vigorously, if worriedly, " then whose............?


" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

starlite4774
02/28/2002 3:58 PM

((OOC: Lol. Unnerving. Why didn't I think of that? Lol. Harmless, though...no, not really. :P))

Zelanya sat, deep in thought. She forced herself to stop crying and think clearly. "I am sorry if I am...unnerving," she said quietly. "But this is unnerving..." she said, indicating herself, and allowing her spectral form to dominate so that all would see, if they hadn't already. "I wish to know a great many things and I have been known to experiment...but storms, weather, physical spells are not really my specialty...I swear that I had nothing to do with storm...not intentionally anyways," she added, looking pointedly at the place where the woman who had accused her of being a demon had vanished.

Closing her eyes, Zelanya reached out to the storm with her magic and her mind. "It is magical..." she whispered, searching for a presense amidst the chaos...

((OOC: I don't know what you have in mind for the storm so I'm going to leave that one open.))"You know, Bob, it’s not that I’m too lazy…it’s that I just don’t care." –Peter Gibbins, Office Space

When I want your opinion I'll give it to you.

Pantheus
02/28/2002 4:44 PM

Pan appeared at the point where Zelanya looked. As the mist about his form dissipated, his eyes raised to meet those in the cabin.

“Will you stay or will you fight? This storm is magical indeed, but it is not of the Moonlight elves, I assure. It emanates from the souls of the great Magus Ulintharr, in Ergoth. It sweeps this land clean and paves the way for his approaching armies. They want this valley and they will be here presently.”

At that the people in the cabin are startled to hear the great horns of war in the distance.

“They come. What do you wish to do?”

((OOC- bear in mind you all have Pan and Kiani here if you need us as “guardians” . I see no reason for any characters to be killed so early on in this game...))
"So what do you do for a living sir?"
"Uh, I like eggs."
"Eggs eh?"
"Eggs."
"Is that your full answer?"
"Yes. Eggs!"
-an original quote from me at my first job interview!

Dogar_Setton
03/09/2002 5:11 PM

A man stumbled out of the barroom, fell drunkenly onto the rain-spattered sidewalk. Damn Barkeep, he grumbles, I tol' 'im I'd pay my tab. Sooner or... HIC.... sooner or later. Sloshing on hands and knees through the rancid puddles he lays himself upon a heap of garbage and refuse in a nearby alleyway. Here with the rest of humanity's cast-offs, he muses. Suddenly, the drunk spies a leather book at the top of the jumk heap. The book is battered, torn, neglected for a long period of time. He could see by looking at it that it was once loved and cared for greatly, but was cast off too soon, before it reached it's promised potential.
He gropes clumsily for the litle tome, holds it close to his beer-fogged eyes. 'Journey of the Soul.....' the cover reads, and as he looks inside he is overjoyed to learn that it is a fantasy, he has always loved fantasy. There in the rain drenched garbage heap the drunk reads on, delighting in the story of the band of adventurers, cheering for the courteous behaviour of the the aging knight, Colin, gasping in horror as Lord Draken becomes a revenant and reveals his masters dark plans for the peaceful valley., Reading on, he chuckles at the squabbling of the heroes in the cabin, marvels at the mysterious woman, Zelanya, and her color-changing eyes. He gets excited as a man named Pan bursts in on the commotion in the cabin and warns the inhabitants of a great and unholy army in the distance. The drunk turns te page expectantly and sees .......... nothing. The story stops. The drunk frowns, shakes the book, looks through reams of empty pages. Still nothing. It's as if the people who were writing it simply stopped.

Mournfully the drunk struggles to his feet, looking sadly at the battered little unfinished story. He wanted to know the rest of it, he really did, but he assumed that the authors had no more time for it, would never come back for this lonely little story. He turns to go, then stops. Before he knows what he is doing the drunk picks up the book, wipes the dirt from the tired cover, nestles it safely into a pocket. Maybe he'd take it home with him. He'd keep it warm, safe. He'd clean the dirty pages and keep it safe upon his mantle. The drunk smiles. And who knows? Perhaps, after a while, the authors would look for their little book, would come to finish the story of Knights and Mages and beuatiful Dragons, and they would find it in his keeping, safe, warm, ready to begin the journey again.

Still smiling, the drunk pats 'Journey of the Soul' fondly on the cover, and clutching his coat tighter about him, sets off into the rainy night............................


((OOC: I was pretty sure this thread was dead, so I decided to have a little fun with it. And remember friends, if you ever feel like taking up the story again, just find the amicable drunk and knock on his door. He'll be happy to oblige.............)) :) :) :)

" Because by Fate, even the Gods are cast down/ Weep ye all with me"
- Raistlin Majere upon opening the Portal to the Abyss

Dogar_Setton
05/31/2002 2:02 PM

( just moving this back up in case any of the characters want to jump back into this one.... I've always liked it, so I'll be ready if you are........... Anybody?

;) "If at first you don't succeed...... destroy all evidence that you tried."
- Dorothy (Dot) Kirby

eswiftfire
03/04/2003 9:45 PM

OOC: This thread has officially been hijacked by Thread Enders Inc."Oh, and Kalia's advice about ignoring the posts of those who irritate you is a sound one. It's what I usually do when some self proclaimed "oldies" start reminiscing about the good old days and then complain about how this forum isn't as fun as it used to be."

-Alanded

thistledown
03/04/2003 10:47 PM

(OOC: That would be much more impressive if the other pages to this thing were still there.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

eswiftfire
03/11/2003 9:27 AM


His heart jumped with the excitment of victory with the rather large wooden building coming into view. he was so excited that he begin to walk towards it. It was an absurd looking sight to see. He had compleatly walked off of the cliff, rolling with great violence down the steep but short incline. His momentum carried him very close to the building, but he was already unconscience, and it was certain taht without help he would not awaken...


In another dimension, in an alternative world, he might have been rescued, he might have survived the fall, he might have regained consciousness through sheer will. Whatever happened to him might have triggered a great adventure, an epic one that spanned a crapload of posts. There are a thousand, nay, millions of possibilities...

Unfortunately, in this dimension, he fell onto the ground with a sickening SPLAT! and died immediately.

Eliar Swiftfire appeared beside the broken corpse with a POOF! and wrinkled his nose. "Eeeeeeeeeewwwww..." "Oh, and Kalia's advice about ignoring the posts of those who irritate you is a sound one. It's what I usually do when some self proclaimed "oldies" start reminiscing about the good old days and then complain about how this forum isn't as fun as it used to be."

-Alanded

UndeadDragon
03/12/2003 1:31 PM

A hunchbacked, cross-eyed, hideous-looking kender appeared next to Eliar, absently picking his nose. He made a harsh sniff, then gave out a yelp as his finger got stuck inside his nostril. He struggled to get it free, blowing snot out of his other nostril, some landing on Eliar's robes. Finally, though, with a sharp tug, the bizarre kender's finger yanked out of his nose, followed by a trickle of blood.

Ignoring the blood, he bent down to the corpse and began picking at it.''may the fleas of a thousand reindeers rest upon your genitals''
- Eswiftfire - The Future Fellowship 2

"...even though there were quite a few people, had I not been representing the site as a whole, that I'd of liked to shoot in the face with a bazooka."
- Dark Elf Damien

[Edited by UndeadDragon on Wednesday, March 12, 2003 1:32 PM]

eswiftfire
03/13/2003 12:33 AM


A hunchbacked, cross-eyed, hideous-looking kender appeared next to Eliar, absently picking his nose. He made a harsh sniff, then gave out a yelp as his finger got stuck inside his nostril. He struggled to get it free, blowing snot out of his other nostril, some landing on Eliar's robes. Finally, though, with a sharp tug, the bizarre kender's finger yanked out of his nose, followed by a trickle of blood.

Ignoring the blood, he bent down to the corpse and began picking at it.


Eliar was disgusted.

Eliar was TOTALLY disgusted.

No, not with the hideous sign before him, where the hideous-looking kender was hideously picking at the hideous yet totally bloody corpse.

Eliar was disgusted by the snot that landed on his robes... his BEAUTIFUL robes!

"My BEAUTIFUL robes!" Eliar whined, grieving for his BEAUTIFUL robes. "Oh, and Kalia's advice about ignoring the posts of those who irritate you is a sound one. It's what I usually do when some self proclaimed "oldies" start reminiscing about the good old days and then complain about how this forum isn't as fun as it used to be."

-Alanded

UndeadDragon
03/13/2003 2:16 PM

The gruesome kender turned to the whining Eliar and extended a filthy, snot-covered, bloody hand. He accidently touched the mage's robes with it and muttered a "oops".

He sniffed and said in his best kender-like voice, "H.. Hi th...there. I... I am... uh... c... c... called..."

The oogly kender screwed up his face even worse in an exasperated expression and said in a disgustingly low-pitched-yet-squeeky-voice, "Ah, blast it all! My bloody name is Samsterd. Samsterd Yummypu. Stop whining about your bloody robes! They were already bloody ugly to bloody begin with!"''may the fleas of a thousand reindeers rest upon your genitals''
- Eswiftfire - The Future Fellowship 2

"...even though there were quite a few people, had I not been representing the site as a whole, that I'd of liked to shoot in the face with a bazooka."
- Dark Elf Damien

eswiftfire
03/14/2003 10:53 PM

"What the...." Eliar's eyes widened. "Why you little freak of nature! I will NOW destroy the place early because I am PISSED off!"

The spiky-haired mage raised a hand into the sky. A couple of fiery mountains the size of the one that sunk Istar plummeted down.

Eliar laughed maniacally.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The world was destroyed.

Eliar's robes was ruined.

He whined.

Somebody rejoices.

THE END"Oh, and Kalia's advice about ignoring the posts of those who irritate you is a sound one. It's what I usually do when some self proclaimed "oldies" start reminiscing about the good old days and then complain about how this forum isn't as fun as it used to be."

-Alanded

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