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Furanthas
02/07/2002 1:24 PM

OOC: This is the intro for my main character Furanthas it takes place just before the Hereos of the lance meet in solace (Book one).
In a small village west of Neraka, where a group of humans and elves have gathered to live peacefully.
The Draconians have just been made and are laying seige to the sorrounding areas.


BIC:
The mid day sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky, tiny specks of pillowy clouds dotted the vast blue.
The summer breeze was warm and danced softly among the many trees, childrens laughter mingled with the wind like a chorus of bells.
The village was preparing for another summer celebration, the women were cooking roast venisen and spiced potatoes. The smell brought memories of years past to the old folk whatching their grand children play.
Not all the children of this village played games and laughed freely, one child was deep in study. A child of 8 human years sat within his home reading a red book with grey bindings.
His father sat next to him asking questions of magic and testing his sons abilitys. The boy was learning to fast and Dale Curane was determined to know why his son was so gifted.
For the past month he had been teaching his son everything he knew of magic, and in that time the boy had learned more than enough to take "the Test" at the tower of high sorcery.
Dale knew his familys natural gift of magic but this was never apart of that gift, seeing the boys potential he decided to let him learn from his great grand fathers Book of magic.

" Furanthas you can you understand what is written?" Dale asked without impatience in his voice.

The boy lowered the book and raised his green eyes to meet his fathers, the boys lips raised into a wide grin.

" Yes father. It says the art of One." The boys voice was high compared to his fathers yet it held a tone of wisdom.

Dale stared half terrified and half over whlemed with joy at his son, a single tear fell from his eye to the stone floor with a thud.
His son could read his Grand fathers writting, he had tryed for his entire life to understand the powerful magic words.
Now his eight year old son sat reading it like a picture book. Pride replaced jealousy instantly as motioned for his son to stand, closing the book and bringing it infront of him Dale concentrated on the book.

Light began to circle the book at random rotations and soon many lights covered the book, only moments later all that could be seen was Dales two hands holding a pulsing ball of light.
Pushing against the ball caused it to shrink in size until it was contained between his hands, shutting out the light. Ending the spell Dale opened his hands to reveal a tiny red marble with a streak of grey running through it.
Holding the marble out to his son he dropped it into his tiny hand.

" How does it work father?" The boys asked in awe.
" You simply cover the marble with your hands and visualize the ball of light growing. Your hands will know what to do from then on, know this though. The marble will always be with you one way or another but the book will not, be wise in when you reveal this for some long for such a gift." Patting his son on the back he gestured towards the door.

Placing the marble into one of his pockets Furanthas skipped out the door joining his friend in their childish games.

OOC: K this is when I can meet friends or future loves ;) so if you wanna be apart of my characters beggining fell free.


99 bottles of beer on the wall.
99 bottles of beer.
You take one down and pass it around.
98 bottles of beer on the wall.

Furanthas
02/07/2002 2:12 PM

The day continued as the days before had, the sun crossed the sky and soon Lunitari would be visible.
The village was alive with people finishing chores, many of the hunters and fisherman returned from their days worth of work.

Furanthas played with his freinds in games of hide and seek, occasionaly showing off with small fireballs or scaring the young girls with harmless illusions.
The children ignored when there parents would scorn them or start to count to three, rebellion was bliss and they would have it for as long a sthey could. Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/07/2002 2:51 PM

((OOC: An excellent begining to a wonderous tale...it would be my honor to take part as a one who is a great friend with potential for more (if you follow :)) and another who is loyal through times of misunderstanding and confused teen age emotions...mwhaha...sorry. :P

I originally created these characters for the Star Wars thread but I have decided to tranlate them into Krynnish characters cuz I like them a lot.

First there is Fáinalothalas, an adopted Qualinesti elf whose distrust of knights, who killed her parents, runs deep. (I realize this may not come up, depending on how focused we are on the eventual outcome :))

Second is Brian, (No, that isn't a very Krynnish name. He was originally from Corscant...) a human with a gnome-like curiousity and inventivness.

Let me know if this is acceptable. :)

Hehe. I just realized they're supposed to be 8...this'll be a different experience. Fáin is a bit older though. I suppose there shant be any love stories in this...unless you want to run it till we're all a bit older. :P:)))

"Look, Fáin! Look!" A small boy came tripping down the street towards the elf, excitment reflected in his startling blue eyes. He stopped just before bowling his companion over and bent at the waist, gasping for breath.

"Look at you!" Fáinalothalas laughed, shaking her short neon orange hair. "You can't even run down the street!"

Brian glanced up and managed to look both hurt and delighted at the same time. It was true, he couldn't easily run anywhere. He was small for his age--not in height, he was almost as tall at the elf beside him--but in weight. He looked pale and incredible skinny, and Fáin often teased him for being light enough to be blown over by a breeze.

The small human wheezed but continued to grin. "At...least I didn't turn MY hair...orange..."

In response, the elf tackled Brian, easily pinning his arms with one hand and tickling him with her other. The human gasped and laughed till he doubled over, helpless even without Fáin holding him.

The elf grinned, and gazed at him with fond gray eyes that reminded one of the clouds over a gentle rain. She waited till he regained his footing and then started pulling small rocks out of his shimmering blonde hair.

"Look what I made!" Brian said excitedly, holding out a strangely arranged bunch of sticks.

Fáin took it in one slender hand and turned it over and over. "It's a slingshot," she proclaimed a second later. "I've seen kender use them a lot."

"Oh," Brian returned, crestfallen. He sat down on the dusty road and heaved a dramatic sigh.

Fáin hid a smile. She was older than most her friends here though, being an elf, she didn't show it physically. However she was mature enough to play to Brian's mood. "I like what you did here though...nice improvement."

"Really?" The human's face lit up and he reached for the slingshot and armed it, trying to hit a small bush in the road.

He was a terrible shot.

Fáin smiled and then glanced up. "Fury!" Brian scrambled to his feet, but the elf was quicker and next to Fury's side before the human even regained his balance. She unconsciously smiled softly at Fury, as girls are wont to do, and asked him how his day was.

Before he could answer, Brian chimed in. "Hey Furanthas! How do you like my stone-throwing d-d-d...devase?"

"Device," Fáin corrected automatically, putting one arm around Fury's shoulders and grinning at her two best friends.

((OOC: Tis good?))

"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.

starlite4774
02/07/2002 2:54 PM

((OOC: Damn! I posted at the same time you did...didn't see it...

Let's say you came upon Fáin and Brian while playing games with some of the other kids. :)))"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.

TolkaninFaznin
02/07/2002 3:52 PM

Street urchin . . . theif . . . begger . . . rat . . . Were some of her names. She had become used to them, to their negative connotation, and strived to live up to the label others had given her. No, not to please them . . . The thoughts ran through her head as she deftly lifted an apple from a street vender whose eyes were focused on other customers. to survive . . ..

The small figure then skipped from the market and through the alleyways before she came to a quiet deserted spot in the small village. She pulled her hood down, letting long, black hair fall about her fair human face and bright purple eyes. She ran her fingers over the stolen apple before she took a large, ravenous bite, juice splattering her face and hands.

She heard the yell of other children, and, upon finishing her apple, dropped what little was left of the core and went to investigate. Keeping to the shadows, she watched as two boys and a girl met in the street. She looked at the bright orange hair of the elf, the thin build of the human boy, and the look in the other boy's eyes. She yearned to join them, but kept to the shadows and bit her lip in frustration. They were different. No, that's wrong, She thought again in anger, I am different."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

CoreyPaintball
02/07/2002 4:43 PM

Richard walked down the street. Richard was tall for his age, 10, and he liked to excersize. He wanted to be a valiant warrior when he grew up. (If and when they grow up richard will have attained a magic sword deemed 'Bringer of Death' that can call forth 3 elements. ice fire and lightning. He will be hugely muscular and hopefully the oldest one.)

Ricahrd kept walking until he finally came up to 3 of his friends.

"Hey Furanthas, Brian, and Fain!" Richard yelled over to them."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

TolkaninFaznin
02/08/2002 6:17 AM

Suddenly, the Girl in the Shadows was knocked over by an over-enthusiastic girl who seemed younger by a year or so. This one appologized, smiling, and tripped out into the light towards the others.

"Richard! Brian! Fury! Fain!" Mista called. She tried waving as she ran up to meet them, but everything at once seemed too much for her to concentrate on, and she tripped and fell in a heap by their feet. "Woops, Sorry!" She said, standing and adjusting the Big Stick on her back. She looked to the shadows where she had tripped over someone . . . whoever it was was gone now, though."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
02/08/2002 10:35 AM

A man walked by, wearing a brown trenchcoat. He looked to be almost 30. He paused a moment as he looked at the clidren playing, and at the one scruying away. *Some things will never change,* he thought to himself. He sat on a nearby bench to watch them play.

(OOC: Guess who.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
02/08/2002 10:41 AM

The old mage walked the ally ways, his soft velvet, black robes whispering upon the ground. He was a dark elf, considerably old, 704, he was near his end. His body was old and cracked, hundreds of years of using the most powerful and darkest of magicks had taken its toll. However he was prepared to leave this mortal body and join the ranks of his Dark Queens dead army. His work though was not yet complete, he needed someone, a youth to train and carry on his work....

....he had spotted one. A most unique young human. He was incredibly powerful for his age, why he shouldn't even be able to read the arcane langauge never mind speak it. Cold hatred and envy surged through him, so young with soo much power. He would do...he would do nicely.

The old mage turned and whispered dark words...he then vanished. Turelanalathus had chosen his successor.


OOC:I don't really know if this will fit in, hope it does.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

Furanthas
02/08/2002 4:08 PM

OOC: * Furanthas is over come with emotion, his emerald eyes slowly mist over from the show of freindship*
I must thank you all for joining this peice of my characters history. The characters will work perfectly for the " Can't catch us" part.

:) Starlite: Tis great!! :) I'm thinking Time leaps will be in order after the prison camp, to teenage years, and as you and I both know Freinds make better lovers;)
Your characters couldn't be much better, I like the brain without a body Brian kid, a laughter element is just what this serious plot needs.
Fainalothalas's hatred for knights will be good since the dark knights are helping the Draconians.
* Furanthas bows to Starlite and smiles softly, a ray of light sparkling in his Green eyes.*

Tolkanin ;) I love the Outcast girl plot, I see this girl developing into a great character, or sacrificing her life for others. Either way "good form" .
As for your other character Mista I beleive her name was, we can always use a cheerful and happy ( I'm not gonna say Tika) girl character.

Corey :) Richard is what can I say............................ Where would the brain be without Muscle to get it outta bed in the morning?
The I'm gonna be an a$$Kicker when I'm older attitude is absolutely right for this story. A Warrior teenager will work out great, I can see it now.
* every young lady in the room swarmed to be close to the muscular young man. His deep voice seemed to call to them like shimmering gold attracts a theif, only this theif would styeal more than their gold :).*


Thistle: I'm have no Idea!!! :)....................WINK......WINK...........NUDGE.............NUDGE...............;)


Darky my freind I will not lie to someone so pure of heart and innocence...............What m I saying, your as corrupt as one can get :)
As for your Character and his intentions? Nothing better than trying to poison em when their young eh? Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

Furanthas
02/08/2002 4:57 PM

Furanthas returned Fains soft smile with a bright beaming one cocking his head towards the sky as he did.
This show of imaturity made Fain laugh a sound reminding Furanthas of wind chimes, she had always known fury as a much more mature boy and marveled at his sense of humour.
Fain was Furanthas's first elven freind and he enjoyed breaking her contolled facial expresions more than any game.

" Wow Brian... I see you worked out the kinks in that thing." Fury gestured towards the supposed sling shot.
As if on cue Brian began explaining how the night before he realized why the sticks kept breaking.
" And so if I reinforced this area......"

As Brian raised the sling shot to show Fain and Fury a loud aggresive voice called out there names.
Looking simultaneously towards the source they saw Richard strolling casually up to them. The eldest human of the group Richard was also the best built, his arms already twice the size Furys.
When he reached the group he threw a playful punch into Brians shoulder throwing him off balance. Just before Brians legs decided to betray him Fury grabbed hold of his freind giving him his balance back.
Fury turned quickly towards Richard and gave him his most threatening glare ( It really is a threatening glare) without missing a beat Richard returned the stare.
The two boys differed greatly, Richard being taller and much more muscular while Furanthas was some what smaller with only decently cut muscles. It was a show down atmosphere and the others backed away giving the two space to battle.
They each took a step towards the other, bringing them within arms reach. The seconds seemed to slow as they continued to stare each other down, a light gust of wind blew Furys short cut golden blonde hair in all directions.

Suddenly they both raised their hands and grasped each other by the fore arm. Richards face was covered with a glowing smile matching Furanthas's, releasing his freinds arm Furanthas threw a punch that landed solidly against Richs shoulder.
Richard only laughed and grabbed Fury in a head lock.

In the midst of the horse play a soft voice had yelled out to them in grettings. Fain and Brian caught sight of Mista as she hit the dirt tripping on a form only Fain made out as human.
Brian ran to assist Mista in her recovery and was rewarded brutal bear hug from the petit girl. Dashing past the Brain ( I'm gonna nickname him that) Mista pounced on richard and Furanthas, her weight just enough to send them all crashing to the ground.
Fain remained where she stood shaking her head in desapproval.
" There are better ways to say hello then throwing your body at someone Mista." Her elven accent sounding full of wisdom.

Jumping up from the ground Mista locked eyes with Fain and smiled so wide Fain knew she was in for it. Mista made a mad leap at Fain and caught her full on, wrapping her arms around her freinds shoulders.

"But If I said hello any other way it wouldn't be fun." Mista giggled as she landed back on her feet.

OOC: That was a good start don't ya think? :) Feel free to carry on. We basically just play till the main feast, a big party. So keep us goin if ya want. Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/08/2002 8:50 PM

((OOC: *laughs aloud till she can hardly contain her joy and feels as if she might fly into a thousand pieces*

Perfect! Haha. You have no idea...Brian is always being picked on by my "larger" friends (shush! Yes, he is a real person, my best friend...but don't tell him I'm writing about him!! :P) and we call him Cecil (after Cecil Adams) and Brain Dawg (well I don't, I think it's stupid :)) so the nickname the Brain is perfect as dawg isn't very Krynnish! :)

This is so much fun...I'm shaking...*twirls around the room, grabs Fury's hand and starts dancing* :P))

Fáin managed to keep the smile from her face as Richard and Fury play-faught, wrestling in the dusty, but deserted road. She managed not to smile as Brian stumbled out of their way, tripping over his own feet...

But then Mista showed up and joined the fray and the elf had to laugh. She tried to hid it with a cough and failed but her friends were too involved in their game to notice.

She had to get them to stop before her laughter spilled out into the city as a beads of water spill from the edge of a cliff.

"There are better ways to say hello then throwing your body at someone, Mista," she said, drawing up to her full height and putting as much Qualinesti into her accent as she could. She eyed them all, trying to look superior and all-knowing...a look that failed as her gaze meet Fury's and she once again had to cough to hid her growing laughter.

He saw right through her and what was more...the young elf knew it!

A second later, she lost his gaze as Mista came barreling towards her. The elf stepped forward with unconscious grace and caught her friend in a bear hug, though she didn't look like she had stepped forward.

"But If I said hello any other way it wouldn't be fun." Mista said, grinning. Finally, the elfchild grinned back and Mista tackled her once again. The boys were not the only ones to play fight.

"Hey!" Brian shouted, arming his "slightshot". "Stop fighting! Mista!!" The little human aimed a small rock and peered through the mismatched sticks with one blue eye.

"Ow!" Mista yelled, falling backwards. Fáin did likewise and quickly regained her feet. Then, as one, the four friend turned to stare at the young human.

Brian stared back at them with eyes so wide that they could see the small flecks of gold that lay in a field of sapphire. Then he squirmed. "What?"

Fáin was the first to recover from the silence. "Brian...you actually hit something you were aiming for!"

The boy's mouth opened till it formed a perfect O of astonishment. Then Mista tackled him and the friends snapped out of their stunned expressions.

((OOC: I like this playing stuff...gives us a chance to establish the ties between the characters...Brian is protective of Fáin, a kinda pacifist (not in terms of life, just in everyday stuff) and rather naive. Incredible book smarts, but lacking common sense. Hehe. Anyways...))

Fáin sided up besides Richard and Furanthas, watching as Mista took her revenge on the helpless Brian. She grinned a hello to Richard and then gazed around town. It was just coming alive, a strong sense of anticipation in the air. The elf could feel it, as felt by the tall trees that engulfed the area, adding a peacefulness and wisdom to all those young who passed through. Fáin also felt a strong admiration for life, all life, though she had learned at an early age that you must choose who you trust.

A small sigh passed her lips. By that time Brian and Mista were through playing and the small human was standing behind her, as if he would be forgotten if not seen. Fáin gave a devious smile and took one large step to the right, revealing the boy. The friends laughed and Brian smiled.

"So what do you have for us today?" the elf asked suddenly. Brian spent most of his time reading--all of the time his friends didn't "force" him to play outside--and could always be counted on for a bit of information, even if it was trivial.

Mista and Richard moaned. Brian was known for going off on tangents. The elf usually knew better than to ask him.

Hearing them, the Brain drew himself up to his full height...which was considerable for his age. He could almost look taller than Richard--provided they weren't right next to each other--because he was just that skinny. "I've been reading about magic."

Both Fáin and Fury glanced up in surprise. The elf touched her hair self-consciously. She could even count how many times she had explained her neon orange hair to random people, especially other elves, and it didn't look like the accidental color was going to go away any time soon.

Brian went on. "I've been reading about mages and how they take this big Test and how they have to concentrate real hard on their magic. It flows through them like the air they breath, but it's very dangerous." He looked pointedly at Fáin's hair and she blushed. "The first thing they have to do is see if they can read magic runes and stuff...that's very important."

Besides her Fury shifted and she glanced at him. Brian continued to talk about magic...his fountain of facts was truely amazing for an eight year old...

Fáin's attention wandered. She was interested, truely she was, and she didn't mind listening to Brian even if others thought what he knew was boring but...

"Hey, let's play a game!" Mista said suddenly, interrupting. Brian blinked and Richard nodded.

"I've got a game..." Brian said slowly.

"How about Catch the Kender?" Richard suggested, ignoring Brian.

"Nah..." Fáin said. "They're so annoying."

"Knights and Goblins?" Mista asked. Fáin gave her a dark look. "Or not..."

"I have a game!" Brian said louder.

"Kender Conquerers?"

Suddenly a loud zip rang through the air. A dash of golden light flew past the corners of their eyes, flying around just fast enough so that the children couldn't seem to follow it with their curious gazes. It flew straight up then and came crashing down, landing in Brian's hands. A small smile of satisfaction crept over his face.

"I have a game," he repeated calmly. A cloud moved over the sun, casting a shadow over the boy. The golden globe writhed in his palms, casting a beam of light on the dark visage of the human. "Now, I am no mage...but I know how to work this. I bought it. It is an interesting game.

It's called Magemind."

((OOC: At the moment I am too tired to figure out how the game works. But--But!--I forsee it as being something to further reveal the personalities of our little fellowship. It is a mind game, of course, Brian not being very interested in physical play. If you have an idea for this, run with it. If not, I shall return...))"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.

thistledown
02/09/2002 12:11 AM

(OOC: Most threads are set about 370 AC, a few years before the Chaos war. You said this was just before the War of the Lance. (No dark knights, bty). Now which one of my characters would be 30 now so that he could be almost 50 by most threads? Solomnic Marshall Javert Roguesbane. :DThee children know him, for he passes through rather often, and maybe they look up to him. They call him Uncle Javert. ;) )

Javert continued to sit on the bench and watch the children play.The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

TolkaninFaznin
02/09/2002 5:34 AM

Mista loved hugs. She was a very huggy person. And she had discovered that most people usually don't like hugs. That's why she attacked before they had a chance to do naught else! :p She was also rather impatient at this young age and was usually worthless unless she was actually doing something. She didn't mean to interrupt Brain, but she was getting fidgety.

He was actually able to catch her attention with the golden thingy, however, and she leaned forward with intrigue, loosing her balance and pitching forward with a "Woops!", throwing her arms around Richard's neck to break her fall. "Sorry . . ." She blushed.

Javert, watching in silence, soon felt his money pouch moving when it really should have been still. He turned to see it being lifted by the Outcast Girl, who dropped the pouch and disappeared into the shadows as soon as she realized she was noticed.

((ooc; Heh heh heh . . . I decided on bringing Mista in because, in the other threads, it seemed like Richard and Brian were both flirting with her. This might be a little young for that, but I thought it would be funny to get the two of them together under those circumstances :d yes, I'm evil, I know. Bow before me, Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!!)) :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

starlite4774
02/09/2002 11:14 AM

((OOC: I'm not going to post right now because I'm still half asleep (at 1 in the afternoon--I love it!) but I just wanted to say a coupla thingies. I dunno who you were refering to Thistle, or if you were just reminding us there are no dark knights yet...but I didn't say that dark knights killed Fain's parents. Actually I haven't decided which ones yet...but she doesn't like any knights, at all. Needlesstosay she won't be calling you Uncle Javert :) If you were refering to something else, that's fine. Just thought I'd let you know.

And Tolk...Brian seemed like he was flirting with you from Fain's point of view. She's the highly jealous type. In reality, Brian is very close to Fain. (though he doesn't realize how close...he's naive like that.) When he gets older he'll flirt with anyone who starts flirting with him first...and Fain won't do that so... it'll be interesting. :) I love triangles. Hahaha.))"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.

Dark_Master
02/09/2002 11:37 AM

Turel walked the dark corridors, feeling at home with the shadows. He passed by others Black Robes and several Dark Clerics. He was one of those mages whom had corrupted the good dragon eggs, turning them into the hideous spawn of evil known as Draconians. The mages and clerics all knew of and respected Turel, he was favoured by Takhisis and the Dark Son Nuitari.

Entering his laboratory, Turel lifted a large crystal bowl from a shelf and placed it on the desk. Fetching a pitcher of water he poured the contents into the bowl. Reaching into a secret pocket, he withdrew a small vial, cracked the seal and poured the silver contents into the water. Chanting but a few words, images began to swirle in the water becoming more confluent and clear as each second passed, until the image of a small human boy was seen wavering in the dark water.

"Ah..my little magling, soon you will be my apprentice and once i have taught you the darkest of magicks, the delicate art of pain and the power to bring death, then you shall complete my work."

Turel was one of the key figures in the creation of the Draconians. However he wanted better creations. His latest work was kept secret, even from Ladonna, the Head of the Black Robes. She was suspecting something though. Turel hated Ladonna, she succeeded as Head when it should have been he, and would have been if he was not soo old. A hundred years younger and he would have wiped the floor with her, yet age claimed him.

However.. Turel's work. He wanted to created a being of corruption like none other. A fusion. He had hidden five good dragon eggs. His plan was to fuse the dragons and create a five head dragon like his Dark Queen, yet these would be the good dragons, under her control of course. This was his work, what his queen wanted. If he was successful her Dark Majesty would have an army, eventually, of five headed dragons fit to call her children. The power these creatures would wield would make evey evil dragon envious. This is what the human child was to carry on researching. Turel had already raised power, darker beyond belief, from the pits of the Abyss and could not yet find a way. Spells and incantations, lost from beyond the reign of Istar had been invoked, and they all tired Turel too easily. He need fresh blood, a new mind to start anew.

He wanted the little boy, with power like that already, it would not be long before he would surpass even Turel and Ladonna.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

CoreyPaintball
02/10/2002 2:50 PM

OOC: Thanks Furanthas :D. Sorry i havent posted in 2 days but there was an interuption in my posting rutine. This thread seems like it will be really fun. I hope it doesnt die out. It sounds like it has potential.

IC: Richard stared at the golden ball in the boy's hand."So .....uh....... how do we play this game?" He said with a wide grin."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

Furanthas
02/11/2002 1:39 PM

OOC: I promise I won't tell :) Even though I'm only a couple thousand miles or so away from you. The Brain just seemed right, you know what I mean.
As for your obvious excitement " your welcome"
Tis always an honor to bring laughter to a fair maidens lips( damn romantic side).
* Finishing the dance Furanthas dips Star and raises her slowly till their faces almost meet. " If I knew any better I'd say you were having a good time." Fury says with a hint of sarcastic conspiracy.

I love the magemind idea, the intro especially caught my eye.




I was thinking of a story for a post last night, its basic concept being a magical artifact that brings those who look at it into a paralel ( can't spell right now.)dimension.
Can't give you the hole Idea cause that would spoil the post, but if you want maybe this object can link the childrens minds into the game.
Just an idea of course :) Your call Starie :)

oh yeah, don't think of me as stupid but how do you get the accent marker over the a in Fain.

Dont worry about it Corey 2 days isn't much.

Infact how about we give a max 2 day wait for this post before taking places.

BIC:




Furanthas could hear the elven girls thick accented voice saying something but it was muffled by Richards boasts and ruffle of clothing.
Risking injury to catch a glimps of the girl, he was delighted when she noticed him looking and made an effort to cover her laughter.
Before he could give Fain one of his patented smiles, she was taken out of sight by Mistas form latching itself onto the young elf.

When the fray ended and they all stood once again (just a bit more covered in dirt and blades of grass.)Furanthas whatched the Brain and Mista finish their duel.

Furanthas was looking out over the town when he heard Brians voice say. "I've been reading about magic."
His gaze immediatly went to Brian as did Fains almond eyes. Fain and Furanthas shared many secrets mostly childish in nature, but some secrets were dearer than stealing your mothers pies.
Noticing Fains gesture with her hair Fury contained a small laugh.

Furanthas listened to his freinds well of knowledge begin to pour, Checking his own facts and knowledge off as the boy listed them.
Fury had picked a sun flower from the grass and was plucking the petals off one by one when the Brain said "Read magic runes" at this Furanthas stopped plucking and shifted slightly, his gaze going to brian, his eye brow raised in interest.
Furanthas needn't look at Fain to know she had seen his sudden interest, as if not missing a beat Fury continued plucking at the flower.

He was deep in thought as his freinds discussed what games they should play, his hand drifted unconciously to the pocket where his fathers gift laid.
The smooth surface of the marble rolled softly in his palm and Fury swore he could see the book clearly in his mind.

As usaul his concentration was shattered by some unpredictable force, this time being a beam of golden light flying just outside of his veiw. He followed the light and finally caught it once it landed in the Brains hand.
Brian and magic? Fury thought to himself in confusion.

Focusing on the Small golden object Furanthas whispered the words of magic, he felt the wave of energy fill him and soon the golden object began to give off a eerie green glow.
It was some sort of magical device and Furanthas was determined as he always is in the presence of magic to learn its secrets. The spell ended and once again the ball was glowing golden in the sun light.

Looking at Brian, Fury saw the dark shadow cover everything and the golden balls light illuminate the Brain. Never before had he thought of Brian as an evil person but at this moment he seemed supreme in the darkness.

"Magemind." Fury played with the name in his head, and images of two mages poking each others exposed brains came to mind.
Furanthas smiled and laughed at the thought.

OOC: Dark master the hole creating a five headed dragon and needing my youth and power is a great plot.




Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/11/2002 2:44 PM

((OOC: Brian? Looking evil? Hahaha! You have made my day--though that's hardly a first.

*Star gives a devious smile and leans forward a fraction of an inch, just far enough that her dark bangs brush softly against Fury's forehead. "It's a good thing you don't know any better, now isn't it?" she whispers*

I really didn't have any set plan for the game, though I was thinking along the lines of linking the children's minds. So a dimensional thing would be cool...I'll start it and you can run with it. :)

I don't think I've ever been called Starie before...I like it...but anyways-- ahem--I got the name Fáin off of one of those 'Translate your name into elvish' thingies (I think Fáin is dwarven actually) and added to it. To stay with the á I just copy and paste. I know there is a way to use Word for it...but I'm too lazy to find out how. :P))

Fáinalothalas stared at the small golden ball that writhed in Brian's hand. The darkness lingered, adding a surreal aura to her human friend...for just a single second, he looked dark and imposing as never before, his blue eyes icy and flecked with not gold, but red...

Whispered words registered on the elf's mind, as her pointed ears picked up sound coming from Fury. Distracted, she started to glance at him but an eerie green caught her gray eyes...the ball had shifted in spectrum, adding an even greater contrast to the black that hung in the air...

Then it was gone. Fáin glanced over at Fury with a look of awe and jealousy...he had done something with the magic of the ball, she was sure of it.

((OOC: I get the feeling that Fáin, much as Fury is her friend, is alway going to be bothered by his ease with magic...heeheehee...))

The elf heard him laugh softly, then, and prepared to demand to know what was funny when Richard spoke up.

"H-how do we play?"

((OOC: Sorry, if that's out of order.))

Brian glanced at him and seemed to glare. "Well, someone has to start...someone has to touch it."

Fáin blinked. She hadn't noticed till now that Brian had never actually touched the golden ball...it simply hovered in place over his small palm. "I'll do it," she said suddenly, stepping forward. She noticed Brian giving her a small worried look that stole from his cloak of power and wondered if he was the only one who wasn't sure about this. His eyes reflected a deep curiousity but his expression was timid.

Scared, the elf thought suddenly and harshly. It was only magic after all.

Reaching forward with a rash movement, her slender hand approached the glowing surface of the sphere. But something seemed to repel it, an unseen force or perhaps her own fear.

"I am not afraid," she whispered darkly. Forcing her body forward, she faught through the force that pushed her back. A collective gasp issued from her audience as one finger touched the aureate surface...

It was as if something grabbed ahold of the center of her being and yanked her forward, helpless as a doll held up only by strings. Her eyes burned with color as the world swirled around her and through her, adding a new level of awareness...

She tried to cry out, tried to go back. But she could not. Some distant calm point in her mind told her that she would only go back once she mastered her fear and gained control. But that was no comfort. She reached out for something to hold, some part of reality that was solid.

I'm too young, she thought desperately. I'm not ready! Please don't leave me here...alone...

Then she stopped...or rather the world stopped about her as if it had been moving and her 'self' standing still.

It was...beautiful. It would have taken her breath away, had she had any. A vortex of colors...thoughts?...moved in predicted and perpetual turbulence and chaos...

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"What's she doing?" Richard asked nervously. Fáin hadn't moved since she touched with the ball, her gray eyes were wide and unfocused.

"I...don't know," Brian said softly, a rare confusion entering his voice. "But the man who sold this to me...he said this would happen. He said it was part of the game..." His high voice broke off and suddenly he looked very small, even for eight years old.

((OOC: Who's next?? :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.

thistledown
02/11/2002 4:18 PM

(OOC: To use á hold down alt and type 0225
é is 0233
í is 0237
ó is 0243
ú is 0250
ñ is 0241
To look up more, go to start, accesories, system tools, character map. Select whichever font and letter you want, then either cut and paste or in the bottom right it shows the keystroke. Sorry mac users, but I have no clue for you. The letter will not show up until you release alt, and you must include the zero.)

Javert froze an instant when the girl touched the ball. He was not fond of magic, but respected it and knew its value. He watched more intently, ready to try and destroy the magic ball if it did anything strange.

(He's afraid of anything happening to the children)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Furanthas
02/11/2002 4:29 PM

OOC: you must admit the way you wrote the scene it made it look like he was some kinda evil wizard in disguise. :)

*Furanthas could smell the sweet perfume from her waving black hair, his senses fought each as he felt her bodys warmth.
His emerald eyes consumed her beauty like a man in the desert thirsts for water. Her black bangs tickled his nose like a feather causing him to twitch.
Feeling his emotions building and his courage right beside it, Furanthas thought of a single rose.

The spell activated and the hooped silver earing hanging from Furys left ear began to shimmer. Stars gaze was drawn to the magical light for a moment before she turned back to Furys eyes.
In those eyes she saw calm and peace, flecks of yellow spattered randomly about the green iris. She fell into his eyes and barely noticed the world melting away, colours and sounds melding into nothing.

The whole time Furanthas never looked away from her sparkling ( I don't remember Stars eye colour. I'm an ideot.) eyes. The spell completed its course and the two were floating softly through empty space.
The stars shone brightly all around them, gravity was gone, all that was solid and real was Fury and Star. Furanthas looked up into the emptyness then looked back to the maiden he held in his arms.
" If all was nothing would your beauty still shine as bright as these stars?"Fury spoke softly his breath dancing among her bangs.*

Now thats romance.

Uhhhhhh :)Starie:) I didn't quiet get that hole - a- in Fain thing. Were do you translate your name into (language) thingie?. ;)

BIC:
Furanthas saw the hesitant movement and was about to offer himself to go first, but he knew Fain and knew she could manage any magical game.
Fury expected her to turn into light and dissaper like a story his dad had told him once, instead she remained standing with her finger upon the globe.





This being a magical situation all eyes turned to Fury each pair of eyes holding a million different questions.
He stood calmly plucking the final petal from the flower, dropping the stem he raised his eyes to meet theirs.
Speaking in a reasuring tone Furanthas said.

" It is a game as Brian said. Fain is fine, just her mind is some where else. " At this he expected them all to smile in understanding, unfortunately only Brian did this.

" I get it." The brain said with excitement.

" Just touch the ball." Saying this Fury looked at both Richard and Mista.

In impatience Furanthas moved closer to Brian and stood next to Fains comatosed form. Reaching his hand out he noticed the repulsion from the globe, pushing against it his fingers made contact with the metal surface.

Instantly the world seemed to flush into him, colours swirled chaoticly across his vision, It reminded him of a time his father had taken him to another dimension to practice.
Closing his eyes as he had done then Furanthas waited for the helpless feeling to pass.

" Furanthas!" A familiar voice cried out.

OOC: Wow I'm a journey man now. 200th post. WAHOOO

Had to be next! :) I couln't resist:) ;)
Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

[Edited by Furanthas on Monday, February 11, 2002 4:36 PM]

TolkaninFaznin
02/11/2002 6:12 PM

The Outcase Girl had been watching with interest after she had hidden from Javert. She yearned to be a part of it, of the game, of the friendship . . . She recieved patched glances at the ball, and finally her curiosity exceeded her. Trying to stay out of Javert's eyesight, incase he recognized her for trying to steal from him, she inched quietly up until she was right behind the towering boy and the small hyperactive girl and leaned forward, watching.

"No, no, that's okay." Mista said, shying away from the ball. She stepped on Richard's foot, tried to correct herself while appologizing, and in turn lost her balance. The Outcast Girl reached forward to help steady her, and Mista latched onto her arm. Then, Mista overcorrected herself and, with a wild swing, grabbed the ball, pulling herself and the Outcast Girl into the game.

Mista entered screaming at the top of her lunges, the Outcast looking around her with excitement and wonder."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

CoreyPaintball
02/11/2002 7:31 PM

OOC: Mista's tripping, kickin, stumbling into, falling into, richard all the time. She just cant resist going awhile without having her hands on him can she? :D

Richard strode defiantly up to the orb. Whats a little magic? He calmly put his hand palm down on the orb. It was like being sucked into the Abyss itself. He entered and stumbled into a world swirling with stars. Mista and some of the other kids were there staring around at their surroundings.

"Pretty neat."Richard said to Mista as she stared up."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

TolkaninFaznin
02/11/2002 10:13 PM

"What is this place?" The Outcast Girl asked.

Mista scrambled to grab Richard's arm ((this is because he's the closest . . . or is it????? ;) ))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

CoreyPaintball
02/12/2002 4:40 PM

OOC: *Corey wipes the steam from his pc monitor* Just kidding.

IC: Richard looked down at Mista."There's no need to be frightened. Its just a game."Richard said acting as mature as possible. Inside he was laughing like a kid.

Richard looked around. He wondered what this place was."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

starlite4774
02/12/2002 5:46 PM

((OOC: Thanks for the letters Thistle. I think it's easier for me just to copy and paste though. I'd never remember the numbers. :) As for the name translator, if you want I can look up the addy for it...someone posted it in one of the other forums...it was rather amusing.

*Star felt herself floating on his magic, and warm in his arms. The world had melted away, quite literally, and for only the second time in her life, she felt as if she were living within a perfect moment of time. Nothing matter, never existed except his golden green eyes and the feeling of his soft breath on her cheek...

She felt a shiver of excitement and poorly contained emotions run up her spine. She smile, suddenly shy, and averted her chocolate gaze. The dark emptiness surrounded her, so vivid in its blackness and she unconsciously moved closer to Fury, clinging to his embrace as if it were the last thing she would ever feel, or need to feel, in this life.

At his whispered question, she threw her head back and laughed softly into the darkness. "I don't know what I've done to deserve you..." she whispered back, more to herself then to Fury. She fell silent and, still giving a small shy smile, gazed deeply into his eyes, the window to his soul...*

Btw, you need to work on how you quote things. :)))

Fáin floated within the vortex, studying its simplicity and marveling at its complexity. She had long lost all track of time...she might have been here hours or it might have been mere minutes and her friends might still come. She wasn't too worried about it...worries seemed not to matter as the sphere took ahold of her curiousity and ran away with it.

When she had first arrived, her fear had been terribly intense and now she realized that it had been so because of the magic. It seemed to...take one emotion and enlarge it till none of the other thoughts or feelings mattered...

Suddenly, a familiar presence made itself known and she forgot her realization. "Furanthas!" she shouted. Her voice vibrated through space and shimmered as small neon orange motes. She gave a small laugh.

"Fáin?" His voice shimmered as small green specks of light and he shared her laugh.

Before she could answer, Mista entered the vortex screaming. She was dragging a stranger along with her and Richard came just seconds later. Looking like a kid in a toy store, he told Mista to calm down, that it was just a game. Fáin smiled at the maturity that the human was trying to add to his voice.

"Yes, calm down Mista," she said and to her surprise a wave of serenity and her own curiosity passed from her to her friend.

"This is so..." Fáin looked up in surprise. She hadn't noticed Brian's enterance. He looked at her and shrugged with his thin shoulders. His voice was a cerulean blue, matching his eyes which held a look of pure wonder. He's going to have a field day with this, the elf thought with amusement.

Feeling excited and happy, Fáin turned, or rather floated, over to the stranger. "Who are you?" she asked cheerfully.

((OOC: I've got an idea for the point of the game. Say the vortex focuses emotion and intensifies them...happiness, curiousity...but on the other hand if someone should fell a moment of jealousy, more fear...it could get ugly, if you know what I mean. :) Plus, they have to find a way out which could be frustrating...mwhaha...))
"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.

TolkaninFaznin
02/12/2002 8:14 PM

The Outcast Girl looked at Fáin. Her long, black hair floated in the nothingness, her bright blue eyes sparkling with wonder. Her face, however, was more or less emotionless as she looked at Fáin. She paused before answering, and when she did it was a faint whisper, in a tone that indicated she perhaps had almost forgotten it and was just barely holding onto the past . . .

"Cai'de."

((ooc; HAH!!!!!! TAKE THAT, FURY!!! I WAS WAITING ALL THROUGHOUT THIS THREAD FOR SOMEONE TO ASK HER NAME!!!! HAH HAH HAH !!! LOOK AT ME AND MY BAD SELF! UH-HUH! UH-HUH! UH-HUH UH-HUH UH-HUH!!!!!!!!!


sorry . . .continue . . . . :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D))

ic; Mista eventually calmed down, but not enough to let go of Richard."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
02/13/2002 9:50 AM

(OOC: ORO!?!? I thought Caitlin didn't come to krynn until two years before "Sweet Home Chicago." (370 AC, so 368) How could she be here when only around 8 (350 AC, so born in 342)? Or is this the other Cai'de mentioned in one of the first posts of that thread? Sure messes up the timeline I was trying to make. If it is the same Caitlin / Cai'de, then by the sweet home chicago thread she would be 28, but it still dows not explain how she came to Krynn.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Furanthas
02/13/2002 11:58 AM

OOC: Sorry peope I can't post today. I will definetly tommorrow.
Oh and star, I know my qoutes don't work when I highlight the text then press auto quote it show up as a blank space between the two QUOTED/ THINGS.

Gotta run though see ya'll tommorrow. Oh and feel free to talk for my character.Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

TolkaninFaznin
02/13/2002 12:02 PM

((ooc; The Cai'de I am referring to first appeared in "For Blood and Honor" with Fury far far back in threads past. This is who I referred to briefly in Sweet Home, but it is not Caitlin. Cai'de also appeared in New Surroundings 2 and The Ansalon Ball. She's got to be my favorite chara but I haven't played her lately because I *thought* she and The Thorn were supposed to get married, but he disappeared . . . . :(

by the way . . . what's 'ORO'?))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

CoreyPaintball
02/13/2002 3:18 PM

OOC: The Thorn is back.

BIC: Richard calmly looked around still letting Mista hold onto him.


"Hey. Whats that?" Richard said pointing to a bright dot getting bigger and bigger."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

thistledown
02/13/2002 3:54 PM

(OOC: That is good. My timeline is safe, and I will continue to add more characters soon. My goal is to create a gaming history of the entire forum.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
02/13/2002 4:04 PM

((OOC: That is so cool, Thistle! Let me know if there's anything I can do to help...Anyways, I don't have much time. I just thought I would help bring your character into this a bit...))

"Brian...Brian!" Down the street, a slight woman with golden hair and blue eyes was searching frantically. She continued to walk till she came upon the knight and frowned. Fain wasn't likely to be anywhere around him, poor thing, but still he might know something...

She bowed slightly. She liked Javert and he was an old friend of her husband's. "Hello. Lovely day, isn't it?" she glanced around anxiously. "You haven't seen the children around, have you?"

He pointed and Kereen turned and gave a gasp. "By the gods, what are they doing? Is that magic?" Ringing her hands, she took a step towards them and then looked back uncertainly at Javert.

"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.

thistledown
02/14/2002 1:58 AM

"They are playing some form of game." He told her. "One of the children Brought out a small golden ball. He called the game Magemind, or something like that. I've been watching them for some time now. When they touch the ball, they go into that trance. I assume they are seing another place. Don't worry. I am prepared incase anything should happen, but I doubt anything dangerous here."The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
02/14/2002 1:32 PM

Kereen nodded nervously and glanced at the children. They looked so strange...not one moved, their usual energy replaced with a silent stillness...it was making her more nervous by the second. Even her son, Brian, who spent most of his time reading, was more active than that!

But their expressions were calm. Fáin and Fury even looked excited. Of course, they would be. Fáin had lived with Kereen, her husband, and Brian on and off for years now--it was hard to miss her enthusiasm for magic. Fury seemed to be the same way--his father, she knew, was into magic--but she didn't see him as often...

"A delightful boy," she muttered, calming down a bit. They were all delightful, just the sort of friends she would pick for her son and...yes, she did consider Fáin to be somewhat of a daughter.

And she trusted Javert. Everything would be fine. She turned to him and smiled. "I believe Brian bought that ball from the market...he saved up a lot of money and spent it but didn't tell us what he bought. I'm sure its fascinating.

How have you been, Javert? It's been to long since you've come to visit Indio and I. Could I interest you in dinner tonight? Catch up on old times? I know Indio is anxious for news of the world and it would be my honor to serve you."

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Fáin smiled at Cai'de, a smile that fully reached her stormy eyes. "Welcome, I'm Fáin. That's Brian, Furanthas, Richard and Mista. You've been pulled into our game, in case you were wondering." She bowed as well as she could while floating through the chaotic vortex, and managed to pull off a little of her typical elven grace.

"Hey, what's that?" Richard asked suddenly. Still grinning, the elf looked at a small dot in the distance. It seemed to be coming closer and growing.

"I don't know," she replied cheerfully.

((OOC: Do you know what it is or haven't you thought that far ahead? :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.

thistledown
02/14/2002 9:10 PM

"I've been ok, really." Javert said. Although he smiled, his eyes were still as full of sadness as ever. "I was traking somebody near Sanction but I ... never mind. I would love to have dinner with you tonight. I'll come by later.The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
02/15/2002 12:51 AM

Whatever magic the children were using was distorting Turel's visions, in annoyance he gave up. Walking towards the door, he was suddenly startled by Ladonna's appearance. "Lady Laddona, this is unexpected. What is it you wish of me?"

Looking the old elf from head to toe, she spoke "You are hiding something from me Turel and i 'wish' that you tell me what it is...now!"

"I am afraid dear Lady that i cannot. It is an order of our Queen, and if you wish why not ask our Dark God to converse with his mother then let you know? Em..whats that, you already have..well what did he say..not alot i bet."

Seeing the fury in her eyes, Turel only pushed her further with the joy in his. "We shall see Turel, you are using powerful magicks, that i can tell, close even to breaking the Laws of magic, watch that you do not overstep those boundries. Perhaps you would share the spells you have been weaving, your aura pulses brillantly."

"Ladonna, these magicks may prove too dark, even for you, plus i am not the sharing type." On that note, she whirled around and vanished. Making sure that she was gone, Turel spoke softly to himself. "I cannot wait any further. The child must be mine." Whispering he to vanished.

'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

TolkaninFaznin
02/15/2002 6:58 PM

Cai'de looks to the growing light with interest. Even Mista loosens her grip on Richard's shoulder.

"What is it?" Mista asked."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

Furanthas
02/18/2002 10:34 AM

OOC: I'm sorry everyone! I couldn't post this weekend due to un mentionable circumstances. Please let us continue. :)

Star I cannot figure out what this light is...........exactly.

BIC:

Furanthas looked at the others with concern in his now deep forest green eyes. At least they all are calm, he thought to himself. With a thought he began floating closer to Fain. Once he was within arms reach he poked her in the ribs jokingly.

" Well my freind? What do you make of this?" His voice was moking his fathers stern serious tone.Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/18/2002 12:50 PM

((OOC: I have no idea what the light is. Corey brought it up. I'll yell at him to write about it next time he comes on msn. Hehe. Speaking of msn...we've got about a million people talking on it now (and by a million I mean me, Tolk, Kalia, Ontarys, Dan, Thorn and soon Mirror. :P) You don't happen to have msn, do ya Fury? *smiles sweetly*))

Fáin yelped as Fury poked her in the ribs. "Don't do that!" she yelled happily. Furanthas was the only one who could make her ticklish...

"Well my friend? What do you make of this?" he asked. She giggled at his serious tone and floated closer.

Well, SIR, I just don't know...but it's coming closer..." a thread of doubt wriggled its way into her voice and she shook her neon orange hair in an attempt to lose it. Smiling again, she tackled him as best she could while floating, ignoring Brian's startled gasp."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.

Furanthas
02/18/2002 2:32 PM

OOC: As far as MSN goes I'm not sure, I do know I used it before but its been awhile. I'll check and get back to you. ;) * Furanthas smiles widely and says " Your so cute." *

BIC:

Furanthas Laughed aloud as Fain barrelled into him, their momentum sending them both flying. Fury tickled Fain in an attemp to free himself but it was in vain for she knew his tickle spot and returned the favor.

" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh........HAHAHAHA...PLEASE HAHA............HAHA..STOP IT...HAHAHAHAHA. THATS NOT FAIR!..............HAHAHAHA." Furys voice broke as Fain continued her assualt.

Richards voice broke through the laughter with a sense of dread in his tone.

' Guys its comig this way."

Like a dwarven mine cart coming down a dark tunnel the light began to grow and speed towards them.
The children covered their eyes half in fear and half in wonder, the light did not burn or blind only ingulfed everything.
Replacing the nothing that had been with light waiting to take shape and colour.

OOC: I don't know what kinda setting you have planned Star so I'm leaving it wide open. I can't wait ;) :)Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/18/2002 6:01 PM

((OOC: *"I am not cute!" Star yells, stamping her foot* Ahhhh!! Setting I have planned, right. No pressure!! :P Corey get in here and tell me what the damn light is!!

Ladies and gentlemen, I have reached my creative end for the day...please come back tomorrow...))"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.

Dark_Master
02/19/2002 6:17 AM

The old mage appeared in a dark and dank ally. He was not far from the child, however he needed to get him on his own. There could be no witnesses. And if their was, child or adult, he would simply kill them amd dispose of the body.

Sneaking around the corner, under the clock of an invisibility spell, he approached where the children were playing. 'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

thistledown
02/19/2002 6:29 AM

(OOC: This should be fun. Cloak of Invisibility, so i'll wait for now.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Furanthas
02/19/2002 1:48 PM

OOC::) Cute :) LoL.
BTW My character has eyes of emotion basically when he's sad they start turning blue, Happy emerald green, mad they go crimson red. Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

thistledown
02/19/2002 3:14 PM

(OOC: Ahh, the eyes of a Pernese dragon. Do they swirl, too?)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Furanthas
02/20/2002 12:45 PM

OOC: Pernese Dragon? Sounds interesting thistle.

And no they dont swirl only fade from one colour to the other, not to mention when I'm in my other form their a golden iris with a silver pupil.

Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

CoreyPaintball
02/20/2002 2:26 PM

OOC: Sorry i left that white light a cliff hanger. Me and Star talked it over and we thought of something.We're thinking of a greed theme where it increases your emotions. Me and Star will start it off.

Richard squinted through the light and realised there was something on the ground near the center of it. With a loud bang the light dimmed, not entirely, but enough to see clearly.

Richard walked toward the object on the gorund with curiosity. Deep curiosity. It felt like something was drawing him to it. As his gazed drifted down he saw that it was the most beautiful sword he had ever seen. His eyes filled with wonder. He gazed at the hilt. It was burnished gold with jade runes socketed into it on the handle. It had dragon wings stretched out over the top of the handle. He moved his eyes to the right down the blades length. His gazed lingered on the lightning pattern along the side of the blade. It ended in a hooked fashioned tip.

Richard looked up and over at the others. He saw Fain approach. She was going to try and take it for herself! His wonder was replaced by hatred. He couldnt let her get to it. He reached down and snatched the blade up. It felt light in his hands. Momentarily he felt that thick wonder again but it was soon replaced by that indistinguishable hatred. He charged Headlong at Fain......"Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

starlite4774
02/20/2002 2:54 PM

((OOC: Hehe. This is cool. If anyone has questions, don't hestitate to ask. This isn't the clearest thing in the world...hehe))

Fáin, grining broadly, seperated from Fury and watched as the light came closer and closer. She was filled with a strong sense of curiousity and awe...she wanted it to be here now...

It finally stopped before the companions and wavered slightly, reminding the elf of the illusions a red robe had once showed her. Then it formed...

Fáin choked on her astonishment, her gray eyes instantly filling with tears. They stood before her, beautiful and smiling, beckoning her near with open arms...

The elf stared, drinking in the moment as she smiled back. One stepped forward, and a halo of golden motes surrounded her, enhancing her overwhelming elven beauty. Her hair was as golden honey, full and silky, so soft that Fáin's hand iched to touch it...her eyes were a warm blue, shining and happy, tears of joy running down her rosie cheeks...

The other took a step forward and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, his movements liquid in their elven grace. His dark hair flowed down over his broad shoulders and his eyes, an inviting gray, were laughing...

Fáin swayed in place. In the back of her mind she saw the couple waver and somewhere a thought denied...no...by the gods...

The elfchild sobbed suddenly and flew forward, her arms spread wide to accept the embrace of her parents. She tore towards them with a speed she had never before know and with a joy that had only existed in dreams...

But she never reached them. Friends...strangers...stood in her way, their faces dark and forbrooding.

What? she cried. My parents...let me go to them...please...

They didn't respond and could very well have been statues. Fury? she sobbed in desperation. Fury...please...

His emerald eyes were cold and he said nothing. Fáin cried out to the other but it was no use. They just stood and stared at her, unmoving, blocking the way to...

Suddenly there was a cry and Richard turned and ran towards her parents, a strange sword in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous rage...

No!! Fáin screamed. He was going to murder her parents, she would lose them again! She stared at Richards retreating back in paralyzed fear. It wavered and she screamed in rage, bringing up her hands. They were ringed in neon orange and she instantly recognized the firebolt spell aimed at the human's back...

((OOC: I'll write Brian's tomorrow...hehe))"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.

TolkaninFaznin
02/21/2002 8:52 PM

Mista watched with a growing, intense curiosity as the light exploded and then concentrated. It took a while for her eyes to focus, which they did as Richard approached it.

She looked carefly over his shoulder to see the dragon hatchling. She smiled at it, waved at the big head which sat unbalanced on the weak neck. The little silver mass yawned, letting out a little 'squeek!'. Mista giggled. Richard picked it up and started to take it to Fain.

"Wait, I want to see it! Let me see it! Richard!!!" Mista yelled. She ran up behind him, it was her dragon! She had seen it first!! She leapt on his back and threw her arms around his neck, trying to slow him down. "Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!!"


Cai'de watched the light. She didn't trust it. She saw Richard take the sword. She didn't trust him. She looked around her and didn't trust anyone. And mistrust brought fear, and fear brought despair, and Cai'de did what she knew best; she turned and ran.

And ran.

And the nothingness swirled around her,

but the voices were there.

Richard Fain Brian Fury Mista ... everyone ... Loud as waterfalls. Cai'de screamed and to her it seemed soundless. She fell.....

falling .........



((ooc; hope this is all right . . .))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

Furanthas
02/21/2002 10:49 PM

OOC: Bravo on the setup Corey and Star. I wish i could post right now but I'm drunk and at a party so That would be dangerous. Yes I know drinkingm is bad. But I'm a big boy now so I can handle my self. Not to mention I'm 25% Icelantic (VIKING) sso alchohol doesn't hit me as hard.

But I'll post tommorrow. see ya then. Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/22/2002 3:09 PM

((OOC:

Yes I know drinkingm is bad. But I'm a big boy now so I can handle my self. Not to mention I'm 25% Icelantic (VIKING) sso alchohol doesn't hit me as hard.


Riiiiiight. Okay then.

Tolk--this is a greed thing. All the children see something they want...so I dunno what you're doing with Cai'de unless what she wants is someone she can trust. That would work nicely. :)))"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.

Lyna_Stardust
02/22/2002 5:59 PM

OOC: Can I enter here or is it evil like the last room I was at, and the guy was like you can't enter here you have to leave and stuff and is PO'ed me so badly. So I just wanna know so I don't spend alot of time typing my posts and stuff for nothin?

TolkaninFaznin
02/22/2002 6:43 PM

ooc; Listen Lyna, Insano explained very nicely that the thread was just so far along in the story that it might be easier to enter in another one. It PO'd me so badly that the only way you thought you could get your chara in a story was by dropping a kingdom in the scenario. Sorry, it just doesn't work that way. I should be the one you should be mad at because I more or less ignored you. So please, vent your anger on me and not someone undeserving like Insano. My email is in my profile.

ooc2: Greed? Okay, I thought it was around heigtened emotions, but when you get right down to it, that's all that Cai'de really wants (and subsequently will want for a while, wink wink nudge nudge).

"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

[Edited by TolkaninFaznin on Friday, February 22, 2002 6:44 PM]

starlite4774
02/22/2002 8:10 PM

((OOC: It is about heightened emotions but me and Corey decided to extend that and use the white light as an object that our characters would want to possess so badly they see everyone else as trying to take it from them. It is a test of character and friendship and their ability to let go of possessions that are too good to be true and that they know are too good. :)

And Lyna, I'm going to have to agree with Tolk on this one. As you can see Annoyed had been going for a looong time. There have actually been two aditional Annoyed threads before this and while it is possible to enter the middle of something so far along, you have to be subtle about it. I, myself, entered Annoyed recently but my character didn't disrupt the flow of the main plot.

As for here, we are pretty established and it would be hard for you to join.

I would suggest that, as you like to make up entire kingdoms, that you start a new thread. Oh and work on grammar etc.))"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.

Furanthas
02/23/2002 2:37 PM

OOC: K here goes.

BIC:

As the light lessened in its brilliance Fury could see an object floating infront of him. A staff of pure silver hovered weightlesly in the air, the light dancing across its smooth surface.

At the top of the staff the metal had been expertly crafted into a silver dragon head. In the dragons mouth perched at the very top was a red ruby the size of a man fist. The ruby seemed to glow brighter the closer he looked at it, a surge of magic coursed through him. Like a river of cooling water it flowed from his head to his feet.

" My father has one just like it. Hey thats my dads. Don't touch it"

Furanthas watched as his freinds gathered around the staff, he felt a spell building from Fian and thoughts of betray'll filled his mind. Raising an eye brow in sudden decision Fury brought his hand up index finger pointing straight up.

" My father will be proud when I return it.......Or maybe....Yes it will go missing." The tone of his voice was a dark and whispy.

He began calling upon his magic, its warm arms wrapping about him, filling him with the gift of the gods. He spoke no words but drew a design in the air, his finger leaving glowing motes of green where he had drawn. When the symbol was completed he looked towards his freind gathered about the staff. He pictured them all as stone, heavy, unmoving in this empty place.

Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

Hellios_DarkStar
02/24/2002 12:18 PM

OOC: Hello Tolkanin, I just wanna say your very croul sure we're new here and we don't know the rules that well, but doesn't that meen we have to learn and not be yelled at and just to say to all you people me and her, we're not Rping newbies we're some of the best Lycos Rpers around so just be nice and we asked one simple question and we'd like it answered, and I just have one more thing to say, Insano does deserve it, he was so rude to us like he was the king of this place and we were Genral Chatters, but if your gonna beleive him I can't stop you but just to say He deserves the blame more than anyone.

starlite4774
02/24/2002 1:05 PM

((OOC: Okay, I think you need to stand back and look at the situation. You jumped into the longest thread in the place and you didn't do it subtly. You just made up a whole kingdom, stuck it in the middle of a thread and then expected the plot to wrap itself around your will.

And it didn't work.

Excuse us for pointing that out. You need to lighten up a bit. We are a bunch of writers whether here for practice or fun. You don't even take the time to figure out how to spell ' cruel'. Insano is the king of this place. He had been around for longer than most people can probably remember. And usually when you enter somewhere new and you don't know what to expect you pay attention to the criticism of those who know the rules, whether it be good or bad.

You want to RP here? Fine. But you have to understand you can't walk into something established and expect to just do everything your own way. And if you do that, you can't expect people not to be a little pissed. Do you like it when people join your stuff and just totally mess with a story line that has existed for...I don't even know how old Annoyed is. But it was around way before I got here, which was back in September. Would you like that?

Now, suggestions were made and things could have been a lot ruder. Try to keep that in mind. Insano doesn’t deserve any blame, nor does Tolk. Nor do you and Lyna. A mistake, and one that should be let go.

However, on a final note, I don’t care how they do it at Lycos RP or whatever, but here we capitalize the beginning of sentences and put punctuation at the end, use paragraphs and all. This might seem weird to you, but that’s just how we do it. Ya know, that silly thing called grammar. ))
"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.

TolkaninFaznin
02/24/2002 3:15 PM

((ooc; Personally, if anyone has anything else to say, I suggest we do so outside of the forum . . . this is for RPG and not fueding. My email is in my profile, I have MSN and my AIM screen name is SaribaMarch. The only reason I said anyhting on the boards is because I had no way of contacting either Hellios or Lyna.

Please, lets continue . . .. ))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

CoreyPaintball
02/24/2002 6:47 PM

Richard death stroke ended with Fain dropping dead to the ground. He looked up just in time to see Fury cast a spell right at him. (the spell the real Fain cast in actuallity.) He was just able to dodge it and ran toawrds Fury trying to catch him offguard befor he could cast another spell. All of a sudden Fury flickered and disappeared. Richard looked where he ahd been. Then a few seconds later he reappeared. What happened? Richard thought to himself.

He looked around at Fains body and the rest of the group. They all shuddered and momentarily disappeared. Then as if on cue came back. He started doubting whether they were real. Shock struck him as he found his sword had disappeared too. It was an illusion! This was the game! He had to warn the others because he was sure they were going through the same thing.

Richard was so ashamed of himself that he let his greed take over. He was humiliated. He had to tell them....


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

Hellios_DarkStar
02/25/2002 2:30 PM

OOC: OK, we'll say we're sorry but just to say we are twins irl and share the same E-mail adress, and don't take me the wrong way when I say this, Lycos RP chat does use punctuation, and we were just looking at other peoples stuff and couple of people didn't use paragraphs and no one used Tabs, so just to say its not completely our fault and the kingdom was going to be dystroyed right away and never heard of again. So we are sincerely Sorry and please don't mind our spelling because in lycos it doesn't really matter because people know what we meen.

Furanthas
02/25/2002 2:46 PM

OOC: First off.
I love it when a womens assertive and intelligent. *winks at Star*
You said what had to be said and did it with style. Who spells Cruel like Croul?????? Anyways Newbies are people too and just need practice, but when a new person trys to take over a post older than Raistlins last Hard on thats not cool. LOL :) Hard on....Thats a good one:)

Second: Tolk your right lets continue. :)

BIC:

The magic danced within him, like lightning dances across a darkened sky.
Everyone who stood infront of the staff froze suddenly, not even the rise and fall of their chests moved.
They were as the spell name suggested "Stone stuck." fury could feel the drain on his energy right away.
His hand falling from the air freely, his gaze went to Fain who was still casting her spell.

A bolt of energy flew from Fains hands straight towards Richard who couldn't move.
The bolt slammed into the small of his back ripping away at the flesh. The impact knocked his heavy body over, slamming face first into the ground, still in the same pose he was standing in. Furanthas looked suprised towards fain.

" If she can kill Richard...What would keep her from killing me." This he thought while moving slowly towards the staff.

He had moved close enough to reach the staff when Fains eyes fell upon him.
Her face was blank of emotion, her mouth began moving without a sound.

" Another spell but how? The first would've at least brought her to her knees." Again he spoke his thoughts to himself this time with a trickle of fear accompanying his them.

His first reaction was to reach for the staff, its smooth surface shimmering in his eyes. When his hand reached for it he was terrorfied to whatch it pass straight through. As if it had never existed the staff was gone, Furys head spun around just in time to see a flaming orb invelope his veiw.

Nothing......No pain or smell of burnt flesh.....Nothing.

Opening his eyes once again he saw Fain still standing where she had been. Her very being seemed to flicker for an instant, like the disturbance of an illusion... Thats it.

The thought jumped in his head and he looked back towards the body of Richard. His heart leapt into his throat as he realized what he had let happen. All for his fathers staff.......Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

[Edited by Furanthas on Monday, February 25, 2002 2:51 PM]

starlite4774
02/25/2002 3:37 PM

((OOC: Newbies are people too...Lol. *smiles to show she is only joking, bows to Fury for the compliment*))

Brian gazed around the vortex...something was wrong...his friends all seemed to be caught in something...a dream, something...

He shuddered, feeling scared and alone. His young mind raced as he searched for the answers but they danced just beyond his reach, tempting and taunting...

A glimmer of gold caught his eye, bouncing off the aureate specks that inhabited his own irises. He turned slowly and his mouth opened into a perfect O as he gazed upon the fabled Goblet of Paladine...it was rumored to hold all the knowledge there was, granting answers to the pressing questions of those who asked...to have such wisdom at his fingertips...

The young human tried to step forward and reach for the Goblet but something grabbed at his feet, holding him in place. It was Furanthas and his magic....Brian yelled out as the other ran for the Goblet, intent on taking it for himself...

Brian yelled again and suddenly an invention, one of his inventions, appeared in his hands...but it was different, a powerful weapon...

Tears sprung to his eyes as Fain ran to join Fury and his fists clenched around the weapons in rage. Before he quite realized what was happening he had aimed and pulled the trigger, pointing the weapon at Fury's back...

The bolt sped towards its mark, straight and true with more accuracy then Brian had ever before shown. But then Fain stepped in line with the human...

Brian choked on a sob as the bolt struck the lithe elf in the back...he watched in horror as she fell, graceful even in death...her image wavered and a terrible thought took shape in Brian's mind...

She choose to side against me...she deserved what she got...

With a cry of pure outrage, Brian took aim again at Fury and let loose...

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Fain let loose her magical bolt at Richard and watched him fry, his skin boiling, his voice screaming for her eternal damnation...

Her parents smiled and she beamed, happy to have their approval, no matter what the cost. Mista ran forward, crying out for Richard and making for Fain, determination in her eyes to kill the elf...the stranger, Cai'de, sided with Mista, starting towards her parents...

Fain's blood began to simmer with power and she took care of both Mista and Cai'de, quickly and efficiantly turning them to ashes and reveling in their dying screams. She turned to Brian next...and faltered.

The young human had not moved, posing no threat, but for the evil glint in his icy blue eyes. He was planning something, she knew it...something ingenius that she had to stop...but he still almost looked innocent...Fury had always been her best friend, but Brian was her confindant, her understanding...

Those blue eyes wavered and she gasped. But then they looked over her own shoulder and she spun...Furanthas stood behind her, his expression cold.

She stood, facing him, mirroring his frozen expression. It, too, wavered and for just a second she saw compassion in emerald eyes.

She swayed on her feet. Compassion? She looked to her parents for guidence, but they faded from view. What?

She sobbed and clenched her eyes shut. When they opened again, everything was as it had been before, Richard, Mista...before she had...

Tears flowing from her gray eyes, Fain escaped the illusion and flung herself in to Fury's arms, ashamed of what she had done.

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Furanthas waved the bolt aside, his eyes cold.

"How could you? How could you let her die? She should have come with me!" Brian yelled, in a voice that was not his own. "You did this!"

Fury just grinned with malice. Richard, Mista and Cai'de stood behind him, slowly advancing on the cornered human.

"I'll kill you all!" he screamed, tembling with fear and intent...

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Fain looked up from Fury's arms to make sure everyone was okay...her eyes fell on Brian, the human's eyes filled with rage and fear, frozen in the spell.

"Fury, he's still trapped," she exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper. "We have to help him, Fury..."

((OOC: I figured Brian would be the last to figure it out and the one most scarred by it.))"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.

TolkaninFaznin
02/25/2002 7:00 PM

((ooc; so . . . we're out of the game and back on the street, right? expcept for Brian??))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
02/26/2002 12:02 AM

(OOC: Cool. And ORO is something I picked up from watching too much Kenshin. It basicly expresses surprise, shock, confusion, etc. Kind of like a stronger version of HUH?)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
02/26/2002 10:12 AM

((OOC: Um...no. We're still in the game. We all have to come out together. Lol. That sounded bad. Hehe. Anyways, did I miss something? I went back and read again...but I can't find where Mista and Cai'de realized... That's kinda what I'm waiting for...))"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.

TolkaninFaznin
02/26/2002 12:37 PM

((ooc; Oh, ha ha!! I thought you had already wrapped that up for me, but if not then here goes;))

Mista pulled tighter around Richard's neck, looking at the silver squaking dragonette. Suddenly, something whizzed past her head and she looked up to see Fain, just fresh from trying to burn her head off with a fireball.

"It's mine!" Mista yelled as Richard fell, "I can take care of it!"

"You can't even take care of yourself!" Fain yelled back.

The others seemed to be pressing in around them. Mista grabbed the dragon and clutched it to her. It squabbled.

"It's mine! It's mine! Richard was trying to take it from me!!!" She cried. She looked down at Richard's body, at first with hate and jealousy, but then came the realization. The dragon faded as Mista dropped her arms, her lip quivering. "By the gods, what . . . how . . . "

When the others faded into view around her, she threw her arms around Richard and cried. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry . . .. . . . "

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Cai'de didn't know how long she ran, but soon found Mista by her side.

"You can trust me."

Cai'de looked at Mista. The younger girl smiled; "You can trust me." She said again.

Cai'de blinked, unsure, and then smiled slightly. She leaned in to hug her new friend, when suddenly Mista slumped dead against her. Richard stood there, lowering his bow.

"Why did you do that?!" Cai'de yelled.

"She was stupid to offer you friendship." Richard replied. "You're just an orphan and a runaway."


Cai'de looked down at Mista's body, and carefully laid it against the ground. Using the body to hide her actions, she took a knife from her side and gripped it, leaping up and running at Richard, screaming.

As she stood from his body, she knew why she didn't trust people; because they were people, and they had faults. Which is why she didn't trust herself . . . she frowned. Didn't trust herself? She had to be sure about her actions, otherwise . . .

She looked down at Richard's body, her bloody hands. Had she been so sure . . .???

As they faded and reformed again, she looked around them silently, a new conflict to her eyes.

"What's wrong with Brian?" Mista asked as she finally calmed down.

((ooc; Mista is a person of extremes, which is why she started crying into Richard after she came to her realization. Hope these will work! Sorry about the wait!!!!))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

Furanthas
02/27/2002 1:52 PM

OOC: Is it just me or are the girls throwing themselve at us guys allot :) :) :) LOL.

BIC:

Furanthas came out of the illusion just as Fain fell into his arms.
Her warmth once again reminding him of what he had done.
Shame showed on his face as his eyes changed to a shallow blue.
He opened his mouth to tell her of what he had done but he said nothing.
In her eyes he saw a similar greif and as he looked to the others he saw so did they.

" We have to help him. Fury..." These words echoed in his head for a moment before he realized they had been real.

Looking towards small human Fury saw he was standing with a look of malice and fury in his eyes.
Furanthas could only wonder what horrors he had commited, who he had betrayed.

" Fain." Furanthas spoke to her softly motioning for her to give him room.

She backed away and he began focusing on Brian.
Words fell from his lips in tones varying in pitch, the breath for those words began to glow as it left his mouth.
Little Blue birds formed from the light, drifting on unseen currents.
They flew straight towards Brian circling his head in a ring of blue.

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Brian stood alone before his approaching foes, foes he had called friends.
He laughed at the thought, cocking the weapon for another shot he noticed a glint of blue above him.
His eyes looked up and found a Blue gull flying straight above him.
He tried to look back towards his enemys but the bird seemed to hold his gaze.
It passed right above him and he had to turn to follow, the moment he turned something changed.
His eyes were his to control again, looking back he saw his friends staring at him with concern.

" Uhhhhh. Aren't you dead? He said, his voice shaking as his eyes looked Fain up and down.

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The spell ended and the birds despersed into the air they had been moments before.

" Interesting game." His voice a mix of sarcastic and serious.Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

[Edited by Furanthas on Thursday, February 28, 2002 1:59 PM]

[Edited by Furanthas on Thursday, February 28, 2002 2:04 PM]

starlite4774
02/27/2002 2:38 PM

((OOC: Wow. Furanthas, kindly fix your post. The really long screen is really, really annoying. :)

Okay, we're out now and Kereen (Brian's mom) took us all back to her house to eat.))

Brian shuddered, the tremor running up and down his skinny body. His blue eyes had yet to lose their haunted look and he refused to eat.

Fáin stared at him with concern, her gray eyes thoughtful and disturbed.
The last thing Fury had said--the last thing any of them had said before leaving the game and having Brian's mom rush them back to the house--kept running through her mind...

Interesting game...interesting...

She leaned back against a wall with a heavy sigh. It had been an interesting game...and much as the horrors floated before her eyes, much as she ached to again see her parents and was pained by the knowledge that they were truely gone...she couldn't bring herself to believe the game was evil and regret it...

But then, as she looked at Brian's blank stare, watched his mother try to coax him to some food, she couldn't believe that the game had been a good thing either.

The friends hadn't told of their seperate horrors yet...an unspoken agreement had gone around to wait...but for what, the elf didn't know. She felt old and tired, with a certain morbid curiousity that wanted to make them tell what they had done...perhaps as a way of lifting a burden, perhaps as a way of spreading guilt...

Kereen finally stopped trying to make her son eat and was taken away by her husband. He hadn't wanted the children to see her cry and perhaps believed they needed some time to themselves...neither adult knew of what had transpired...

Fáin glanced around the room, meeting the gazes of those of her friends who looked up at her. She waited for someone to speak, and break the silence that threatened to engulf them all...

((OOC: That was fun. I think I like that game. Lol. ))"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.

thistledown
02/28/2002 12:29 AM

"So what was that game you were playing earlier?" Javert asked. "It looked like you all got really involved in it."

(OOC: You did invite him to dinner, after all. :D _The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

TolkaninFaznin
02/28/2002 5:18 AM

Cai'de stared straight at Javert and held his eyes with hers. They were a blue that at times could seem very warm, but now had a tone of ice.

"What is the one thing you would want so despereately you would kill for it?" She asked."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
02/28/2002 10:50 AM

"You're asking me what I would kill for?" Javert said, shocked. "For the past 20 years I've been hunting for Baliol, after what he did to my family. You have no idea, child of what I went through. But what does that have to do with your game?"

(OOC: Well, I don't know if she does or not, but Javert wouldn't and he's rather sensitive about Baliol.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
02/28/2002 1:39 PM

"Only everything," Fáin muttered, standing up and pacing around the room. She had a very strong urge to go over to Brian and shake him till he did something.

Javert clicked his tongue in disapproval and the elfchild rounded on him, her gray eye writhing as a summer storm. "Think about it! It's a mind game! A magic mind game! We're only children!" she yelled, and then, stunned, backed up against the wall. She liked Javert, he had been a friend of Brian's family for a long time and thus she had known him for a long time...he had never yelled at her...

Practically falling, Fáin landed on the floor and placed her head in her hands, replaying everything in her mind. As she did, she stared at Brian. It was his fault after all, he had bought the game, he had suggested it, he was the one, stitting there, traumatized, making her worry...

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Brian stared back at Fáin, keeping his blue eyes just unfocused enough to make her think that he was looking through her, rather than at her.

He still couldn't believe that she was alive, and half expected blood to burst from her slender body at any second...

He couldn't think. He tried, but it simply...he had killed her. He had bought a game from a mage and then not expected magic, illusion...he, who thought too much for his young age, should have known...

He felt like crying but no tears would come. He was guilty, so guilty, and this would haunt him forever...

But no tears would come. And they never would again.

((OOC: Okay, Brian doesn't cry. That's realistic enough. *mutters to herself*

I get the feeling that this is dying a bit, so depending on what you wanna do, Furanthas, we can keep harping on this or have a flashforward and work the trauma/strain (or even closeness/wisdom) whatever into the future plots. Okeday? :P)) "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.

Furanthas
02/28/2002 2:26 PM

OOC: actually the idea was to kill some time till the summer festival. Then the bad guys come, kill lotza people take us away and on and on.
till we finally escape and then the flash forward, this basicly give us a chance to either grow darker, braver, smarter, morecareing etc. etc....
If this sounds boring Lets take a vote. If its to boring we can flash forward and I'll make up a new story.
Maybe a reunion like the Last hereos or a dragon orb quest. Somehting, but first we vote.
Oh and feel free to voice your opinions about this or the possible storys plot.
BIC:
Furanthas sat at the table playing with his food, half aware it was infront of him.
All he could think of is how blind he was, he could've spent a little time investigating the orb.
But he didn't and now they all had experienced dark and twisted visions.
His light green eyes looked towards Brian and he wished he could just magic him out of the shock and truama.
He couldn't and he knew it, that helpless feeling grew inside him till he felt sick.

" What ever we saw was only an illusion, Fake, not real.
I know what I did and saw and it hurt and shamed me." Richard looked towards Furanthas and in that look they exchanged forgivenes.

From Richard he turned to look at Cai'de.

" I just hope we can still be friends. I mean hey, whats one little illusion. Brian you remember that time I got you with that Ghost one."
Furys voice wavered slightly as he tryed to lighten the mood. To turn his own mind from the images of the game.Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

starlite4774
02/28/2002 3:31 PM

((OOC: Oh, oops. Forgot about the Summer Festival. Lol. Doesn't sound at all boring to me...I just forgot. That's not such an unusual thing. Lol.

So I suppose my vote is to go along with that and, of course, leave room for loops and plot twists. :) In fact, I think I'll have Brian do a 180 right about now...))

Brian stared at Furanthas, looking at something that wasn't directly before him for the first time. Of course his friend would try to lighten the situation, try to hide that they blamed him for putting them through such a thing when he should have known better. Magic was not his field but knowledge and wisdom was and they counted on him...

Sweet of them, he thought, slightly bitter. Share the blame, maybe even forgive me... He paused. That would never do. He was going to make it up to them, even if it killed him. Even if they never understood that he didn't deserve them or their forgiveness...

Suddenly he laughed. The sound split the silence and nearly everyone jumped. He smiled at Fury, though the smile didn't quite reach his cold blue eyes. "Yeah, I remember that. Twas funny. And the time Fáin came right up behind me and screamed. I must've jumped 4 feet in the air!"

There was a shocked silence, no one even breathed. Brian stared back at them for a moment. He had to make them happy again... "You know, it was interesting," he added softly, barely able to keep from choking on the words. He saw Fáin give a small smile and decided this was a start. Claiming he was starving, he excused himself and went into the kitchen.

Fáin watched him go. She felt better...and worse. He wasn't the same, that much was clear but maybe it would go away...

She stood and smiled at Fury. "I, too, am ashamed by what I did...but I now know that it will never happen again, not anything like that, ever. I forgive you all and hope you can forgive me..."

With that, she turned and followed Brian into the kitchen. The young human was preparing food for himself, his back to the door. Fáin walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder.

"What're you making?" she asked, sounding almost cheerful. He didn't answer but for a shrug. She bit her lip. "We can forgive each other, all of us..." she said quietly.

Brian's fists clenched slowly and his back trembled. "No..." he said horsely.

"But we can! It was a game, to teach us of ourselves...oh!" Fáin fell back as the human spun and grabbed her wrist, his other hand poised to strike her.

Both trembled, eyes locked. Then the hand fell. "I don't want your forgiveness. Never speak of it again."

Brian walked back towards the main room of the house, a calm expression plastered on his face.

Fáin sank to the ground, denying the tears that rolled from her gray eyes.

((OOC: Dramatic for a 10 year old. Lol. So, he's mature. Leave me alone. :P Oh and no one saw/heard this.))"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.

CoreyPaintball
02/28/2002 4:11 PM

OOC: I know Fury. We're living the life eh?

Richard looked at each of his friends in turn. He could not forgive himself for what he did. He had killed them...... No their illusiong..... over a sword! A damned sword...... How could he have been so selfish. But he decided to take a lighter side of all this.

Richard smiled at Fury. "I think ill stick to more physically demanding games from now on." When he got no reaction, his smile left his face and he went back to eating."Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

TolkaninFaznin
02/28/2002 4:45 PM

OOC: I vote to stay with the Festival story. I have spoken. You may rise.

BIC:
Everyone reacts to things differently. Where the others could hardly look at their food, Mista seemed to be gobbling everything that was in sight, not even pausing long enough to really taste it. Cai'de even had to wrestle her plate away from the young girl.

Mista watched those around her, shuddering and looking away whenever Richard's eyes made contact with hers. She started fidgeting with her napkin.

Cai'de rested her hand on Mista's, trying to calm the girl, but Mista recoiled and glared up at her like a frightened animal. Then, Brian spoke.

The room went deathly silent, even Mista stopped fidgeting long enough to listen.

And then he left.

Mista grunted, it seemed, and then violantly stood.

"We all know what we saw wasn't true!" She yelled suddenly. "We're all here, we've all learned from it!! Lets just get back to normal!!!" She scrambled awkwardly out of her chair, falling and scraping her knees in the process, but leapt up and dashed out of the room regardless.

OOC: Okay, Mista's supposedly the youngest, and since it's been a loooooooong time I was her age, it's rather hard to really guess how a seven-year-old would act in this situation. Right now she's taking it pretty hard, but I'm guessing that, for her at least, it will eventually ebb and she'll go pretty much back to normal. Silver dragons will scare her, though.

As for Cai'de, she's pretty much accepted everything. She's like that. I wish I were like that. "Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
02/28/2002 6:19 PM

(OOC: I didn't mean to make it sound like Javert was yelling, just shocked and a little upset at the conversation.)

A somewhat concerned Javert continued to stare around the room. *It was a simple question.* he thought to himself. *I didn't think it was anything to get upset about.*

After listening to the children a few more minutes, he got up. "Excuse me," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Before the children could ask where he was going, he walked out the door.

(OOC: Stay at dinner for until he gets back. Don't worry, it won't be long. And don't come looking for him!)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
03/01/2002 1:26 PM

((OOC: Javert didn't sound like he was yelling. Fáin just overreacted.))

Brian left the kitchen and sat down in the living room, calmly eating his food. He didn't say much, didn't ask where Javert was going. He appeared almost thoughtful, an expression that was so normal for the 10 year old that it was shocking. All he needed was a book in his lap and his friends would have sworn that this day had been the same for him as any other.

Fáin left the kitchen a few minutes later, her usually graceful steps dragging over the wooden floor. Her eyes were dull and slightly red. She didn't look at anyone, just sat down and stared at nothing.

Sooner or later, a book found its way into Brian's hands and his blue eyes flew over the pages, content, as always, to wait for the rest of his friends to plan the next adventure and drag him out of his house.

"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.

Furanthas
03/03/2002 10:12 PM

OOC: Well I'm glad we've decided to continue.

BIC:

Furanthas stood alone staring out a window in the living room.
His green eyes seeing people coming and going yet not noticing.
Inside he struggled to supress the guilt, a struggle he can't win.

" I won't let it happen again." These words seethed from his lips.
Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

thistledown
03/04/2002 8:56 AM

It was raining now, a freak summer storm. Javert walked the streets of the town, until he returned to where the children had been playing earlier. Nobody was around, everybody having gone inside to aoid the lite rain. Searching the area, he quickly found the golden ball lying on the ground. He stared at it intently for a moment.

"Use me." he could hear it call to him, promising him what he wanted - justice for Baliol. No, not justice, Vengence. Javert reached out a hand to grab it, then stopped.

"No," he said. "Even if it were to give me these things, they would not be real. Nothing but a waking dream." He turned away from the ball, and started to walk down the street. When he was a few feet away, he drew his sword, turned, and slammed it down on the golden ball. "NO!" he shouted as the sword sliced into the ball. The magic in the ball shattered it into a thousand pieces, and a whirl of smoke in the center tried desperatly to to cling togather for a few moments, then disipated to show a tiny seed in the center, which dropped to the ground. Javert walked forward and picked it up. *A grain of truth.* he thought to himself.

He brought the clear seed up to his eye, and looked through it. It showed to Javert a tiny image of Baliol, standing near a fortress near the mountains of northern Ergoth. Then the seed blackened, and turned to dust in his hand.

"Ergoth." Javert said, then turned and walked back to the house.The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
03/04/2002 2:49 PM

((OOC: That was cool. Hehe. Except for the part where you ruined my magical sphere. :( And btw, it wasn't evil magic...a red robe sold it.

So anyways...um...*tries to think of something to write* ...yeah. Not happening. Anyone else?))"You know, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy…it’s that I just don’t care." –Peter Gibbins: Office Space

"The eyes of youth perceive only sunshine and shadow. A thing is right and good, or it isn't." --Danilo Thann: Elfsong

thistledown
03/04/2002 4:20 PM

(OOC: I never said it was evil, just that it shows what people want to see.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Furanthas
03/05/2002 7:10 PM

OOC: Well I guess I'll start the festival now. :):):)

BIC:

A loud bang resounded through out the town, like a roll of booming thunder.
Sparkling red and gold light lit everything up like a candle lighting a dark room.

BIC:

Furanthas smiled spontaneously to the magical light, he knew where it had come from and why.
Years before his father had made a magic device that shot star bursts into the sky at sunset every year on this day.
It was a marker for the begining of the summer festival.

He turned from the window and ran towards the door, he wasn't at all suprised to see everyone had the same intention.
Looking at the new girl Cai'de he smiled widely to her and asked.

" Have you been to the festival before?" Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

[Edited by Furanthas on Tuesday, March 5, 2002 7:12 PM]

TolkaninFaznin
03/05/2002 9:38 PM

"I've seen it from a far but I've never participated." Cai'de replied.

Mista appeared from another room, all googly-eyed at the fireworks. "Coool!" She said."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
03/06/2002 9:44 AM

(OOC: Ok, the rain stopped just after I got back to the house, and a few minutes later the festival started.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
03/06/2002 2:33 PM

((OOC: Hehe. Here we go...))

A massive crowd surged forth as a writhing snake, alive with much talk and keening laughter. People from all over, of all ages and backgrounds, made for the Sphere, the epicenter of this year’s Fair. The Sphere was actually a large space in the very center of town created for just these occasions. It was big enough to fit the whole town—and quite a few outsiders—easily with room left for many exciting attractions and individual means of celebration. It was ringed with the tents of merchants, the best of the best, selling their wares at prices that alone would warrant jubilation.

Colors filled the air, gold and red motes danced with the beat of a thousand drums, pounding out the tune of vivacious music that added a spring to the crowd’s step and beat in time with many delighted hearts. Quite a few stopped just where they were to dance and sing and not a cross word was dealt to them, even though they held up the slow procession considerably.

Those who wished to practice their Art could find no better audience. The Elven Firearchers of Qualinesti combined their efforts with the Dwarven Axethrowers, creating an intricate display of flame and steel as targets were never missed and the oooh’s of the crowd never grew softer.

Knights in shining armor fought as mighty paladins, testing their strength and speed in the ultimate challenge of combat, stopping every once in a while to give the occasional pointer to some wide-eyed youngster with a wooden sword.

Birds of every color brightened the skies, delivering samples of delicious delicacies to those of the masses; compliments of Ronothalas, the region’s best cook and Kagonesti elf. A slight squawk was all the warning that was heard over the din as packages of sweets and pastries were dropped on many heads, but it was more than enough.

Fáin gazed at all of this from a distance as she and her friends walked down the street. She could just barely feel the vibrations of magically amplified music beneath her feet and renewed her forced smile.

Brian walked at the other end of the companions, his step brisk with anticipation. He, who was not the type to like such noise and confusion, had found out long ago that this Fair was different from all others. He could learn much from this Fair and have a great time doing it. Plus he might find some new books to buy. His mother had given him and the rest of his friends plenty of money for the usual prices. He looked down the line and grinned at each of his companions in turn. This would definitely be enough distraction for quite a while...

Her gray eyes were still red and the elfchild endeavored to hide them by letting her orange hair hang over her eyebrows. No one had asked about it—or about why she was staying as far away from Brian as elvenly possible—and she thought maybe, if she kept forcing a grin, she could get through the day. However, as they neared the festivities, she felt her expression change, her body relax...the joy running through the crowd was contagious and she found her smile to suddenly be real as they entered the Sphere…

This was going to be a day to remember.

((OOC: That was fun. What shall we do first? *jumps up and down excitedly, staring at the Elven Firearchers* :P))"You know, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy…it’s that I just don’t care." –Peter Gibbins: Office Space

"The eyes of youth perceive only sunshine and shadow. A thing is right and good, or it isn't." --Danilo Thann: Elfsong

thistledown
03/06/2002 3:19 PM

(OOC: Even better. So the festival is the day after the game)

"What do you mean your not going to the festival? You only got here yesterday!" The lady asked Javert.

"I'm sorry, M'lady, but something has come up, and I must reach Ergoth as soon as possible." Javert replied.

"Oh, alright. I'll let the children know. You're welcome to come back any time."

Javert got onto his horse and rode out of town towards the foothills.The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
03/06/2002 3:26 PM

((OOC: *blinks* Did you just write yourself out of the thread?))"You know, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy…it’s that I just don’t care." –Peter Gibbins: Office Space

"The eyes of youth perceive only sunshine and shadow. A thing is right and good, or it isn't." --Danilo Thann: Elfsong

CoreyPaintball
03/06/2002 6:28 PM

OOC: Ok whats with everyone using the word motes now? Its spreading like brushfire through a drought-stricken grain field.

IC: Richard walked down the street by himself staring at all the acts. There were firearchers, dwarfs, and streetside magicians all entertaining big crowds.

He kept walking and stopped to watch two Salamnic (sp?) stage a battle and give pointers to people in the crowds. Oh how Richard wanted to be like them. Proud in shiny armour. Chivalry was everything with them. It was what he dreamed of every knight.

Someday. Someday......"Splatter?I have never in my life splattered!" Fizban said to Tasslehoff.

TolkaninFaznin
03/06/2002 7:22 PM

Mista saw the dreamy look in Richard's eyes as he watched the knights. She picke dup a nearby stick and poked him with it.

"Hey, Richard!!!! Krynn to Richard!!!!" She giggled."Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

thistledown
03/06/2002 11:07 PM


((OOC: *blinks* Did you just write yourself out of the thread?))


(OOC: Don't worry. I have plans. Great plans. Mwahahaha.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Furanthas
03/07/2002 1:17 PM

OOC: I think I follow Thistle :) Star great job on the festival entry ;) :) One question though is it night or day?

BIC:

The music and lights mixed perfectly, how could anyone be sad on a day like this? Fury thought to himself.

His freinds had started the year round tradition of finding cool stuff and he wasn't about to break tradition. Spotting a stand covered in trinkets and jewels Furanthas dashed up to the tables.

He eyed everything carefully, seaching for something worth his coin. A ceremonial dagger here, a armlet of what looked to be ice there. Then he saw what he wished he would've seen last year. An ear peircing stand, his heart leapt in excitement.

" Wait till the guys see this." He said to himself with a laugh.

Paying the clerk he sat down into the chair, saw the needle then felt the poke. He didn't cry out or even flinch, only his eyes blinked as the needle peirced his ear.

" This is only a stud. You can replace it with any earing you wish. Now be good and have some fun." The clerk spoke in a serious tone at first, followed by an almost childlike glee.

Jumping from the chair Fury played with the stud in his ear. looking into a near by mirror he saw that it was just a plain steel stud.

" That won't do." His eyes searching a board covered with earings.

He spotted a silver hoop with a green ball of jade hanging in the middle. Picking it up he walked to another clerk and purchased it.

Tossing the steel stud into a cup labeled used earings, he hooked the hoop into his ear and went like a flash back into the seething mass of people.

Spotting Orange hair Furanthas struggled with the crowd towards Fain.
Finally reaching her he saw she was admiring the elven firearchers.
Tapping her on the shoulder he smiled when she didn't even turn to see.

" Fainothalas!" He said with a adult like tone.
Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

thistledown
03/14/2002 6:24 PM

(OOC: Keep the festival going. As I recall from the character bios, something happens to the village. Let's get somebody to post about that. I'll give this thread one more week before I try to end it myself.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

TolkaninFaznin
03/15/2002 5:39 AM

Mista seemed immediately in better spirits, and before anyone knew it, she was dragging Cai'de off somewhere else.

"I don't think you'll want that." Cai'de said. "No, honestly. Wait until you're older."

Mista huffed angrily, but turned away all the same. They got some ice cream ('chocolate' for Cai'de and 'strawberry' for Mista) and wandered around, Mista pulling Cai'de from one booth to the next. Cai'de purchased a new skirt and sash, and turned around to discover Mista gone.

"Uh oh." She said. She took her parcel and hurried back through the crowd, but it was too late.

A loud, resonate scream of pain sheared through the crowd. Wondering if her friend were quite possibly in more danger than Cai'de had thought, she hurried forward, and then sighed, shaking her head.

"So . . ." Mista sniffed through the tears, lifting her shirt, "you like my bellybutton ring?"

((ooc; I would never let any of my kids get something like that at her age, but Fury inspired her and, being 7, she didn't want to listen to anybody else.))"Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens." -- Gimli, The Fellowship Of The Ring

"Those who support authority against rebellion must not themselves rebel." -- Silmarillion

starlite4774
03/15/2002 2:11 PM

((OOC: End it yourself? Was that a threat?? >:):P))

Fáinalothalas turned at hearing her name over the din and looked straight at an orb of jade. Laughing in surprise, the elfchild studied the earing. Sunlight bounced off the silver hoop, entering her stormy eyes as she giggled again.

Hurt, Fury frowned. He hadn't expected her to laugh at him. Turning away to stare at the elven firearchers, the young human started to pout, which, of course, only made Fáin laugh harder. Clutching at her stomach, the elf finally got the sound from a waterfall to a trickle but found she did not have enough breath left to tease him for misunderstanding, whether on purpose or not.

Acting totally on impulse and before she quite knew what she was doing, Fáin threw her arms around Fury's neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. He looked at her in surprise and she felt a blush crept all the way towards the tips of her pointed ears.

Not able to stop smiling or blushing, Fáin melted into the crowd, off to find Mista and perhaps buy some new books on magic.

Brian sidled up beside Fury, laying a hand on his shoulder and making him jump. His blue eyes laughed and his words were lost as he did not need them to tease Fury.

His expression said it all.

((OOC: Awww...you're blushing. First kiss? lol.))"You know, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy…it’s that I just don’t care." –Peter Gibbins: Office Space

"The eyes of youth perceive only sunshine and shadow. A thing is right and good, or it isn't." --Danilo Thann: Elfsong

Furanthas
03/16/2002 2:54 PM

OOC: My freinds I'm very sad to bring bad news. Today I'm leaving for my moms in the rocky mountains.
I'll be gone for about a week. But I'll try to post when I can. PLease except my apologies.
Continue the posts if you feel you can.
You know whats going to happen ( Dark army attacks and kills lotsa people, makes us slaves,
takes us to base camp, we have to work together to survive. So on and so forth.)
Once again I'm sorry for my inconvenience.

See you all soon. Have fun and kick ass.Tis better to have loved and lost.
Then to have never loved at all.

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