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So I was bored one day and decided to pull out old files from my high school life. I can honestly say I have NO idea what I was thinking, but somebody must have been sharing something with me. With that out of the way, I stole the beginnings of a few of my MANY RP's within the group I was in and teased it into a storygame.
This could be the start of a beautiful rekindling...
Chapter one - Double Double
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Get that bloody sword out of my face!
An old hag was mixing up a potion in her giant pewter cauldron. She had yellowing skin, bloodshot eyes, and a wart on her hooked nose. In short: A hag. She even had the black robes and pointed hat.
The cauldron, however, was far from ordinary. It showed an image upon it's surface that could be taking place miles or even other planes far from her. But the fact that she had managed to summon it meant she could watch it and influence it. "Yes, my pretties, let Helga hear your worries, eheeheehee."
Obligingly, the spells began to work so she could hear what was happening...
A mage walked down the streets of Tarnlethia, depressed that he had indeed not lived up to his ambitions. His turquiose robes dragged on the cobblestones behind him, and the only thing stopping theives from taking his money was that he had no money.
He had flunked out on his test to be a Journeyman, the second rung on the ladder of Magery. The first was naturally Master, and those had seperate levels depending on what your mastery was in. The third and lowest level was apprentice, which he had managed to sneeze by...literally. For this mage's magic was no ordinary magic, but Wild Magic. It could do random and unpredictable things. The only problem was it was always doing the exact opposite of what he asked, begged, pleaded, and threatened it into doing.
For his exam to be a Journeyman, Richard had attempted to summon a boquet of flowers that would dissolve into a small flock of birds, colorful lights, and pleasing smells. He should know that such a boquet existed because he had spent months growing the flowers. The only problem was that he had summoned a large wedge of cheese instead, which somehow managed to give out enough pepper to cause the entire building to explode. The Master Mages, or what was left of them, had very strictly refused to even see, much less talk to, him again.
And so, he went to the Fancy Fox pub in town and mooched in the darkest corner, hoping that his turquoise robes would not attract too much attention.
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A holy monk had just arrived in town, after a year of solitude. Soon, he would be able to become a priest, have his own church, and bring millions to his Lord. Before that, though, he decided to pay a visit to one of his old friends, Grumpo the dwarf, who ran a modest weapon business to keep up with his alcoholism.
"Grumpo!" the monk called as he walked through the door. The bell tinkled slightly as the door opened and closed. A variety of weaponry hung from the walls and was encased in cabinets. A small forge was active in the back, behind the counter. There was minor dust on all the surfaces except for one, where it looked like somebody had jumped several times, grabbed onto the edge of the counter, then just gave up and walked under the service counter. Thurgo pushed up the counter and roughly shook the dwarf awake. "Grumpo, wake up you bleeding idiot!"
"Wha? Oh, it's you, Thurgo. Back already?"
"Back? I've been gone for a year! What have you been doing?"
"Oh, this and that."
"Never mind. Is there anything you can't get rid of that I can take off of your hands?"
"Yeah, that great ruddy sword in the middle. No matter how hard I try, nobody wants the darn thing."
"Fine, I'll take it for you."
"Oh no you don't, dearie! What do I have here? Heeheehee, some spice to your situation?"
The moment Thurgo had picked up the sword, he realized there was something odd about it. He couldn't quite place it though. Thurgo walked back into the street and tried to place the sword under his knapsack on his back. When he tried to let go, however, he found his hand was stuck to the sword. Not only that, it was firmly fused, and if he wasn't careful, he might lop his own head off drawing it back. He carefully redrew the sword and looked it over. "Now why do I have the feeling that you're not the ordinary sword?"
"Because I'm not?"
Thurgo would have jumped out of his skin. As it was, he was minorly rattled in his monk robes. After making sure that nobody was listening, he turned back to the sword. "Did you just anwser me?"
"Why, I believe I did! And do you know something, I spoke perfectly and managed to form whole sentances! I can even say what I mean without stuttering!"
"But that's not- you can't- swords aren't supposed to-" For the life of him, Thurgo could not finish one complete thought.
"Let me do it for you, eh? Swords aren't supposed to talk! That work for you?"
Thugo nodded vigorusly. "What am I to do with you?!"
"Well, you could ask me reeeeaaalllly nicely, and I might let go of your hand."
"Please, sword, will you let go of my hand?"
"No, sorry."
"You said you would!"
"I said I might. I didn't know I couldn't until you asked."
Thurgo groaned. "I have priest examinations in an hour! How am I going to explain you?"
"Don't go?" the sword asked hopefully.
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"Hey. This table taken?"
The man in the turquiose robes looked up and shot a glance, then sighed and slumped back. "Not really. What's with the sword?"
Thurgo sighed. "It's a long story. Suffice to say I can't let go, and because of that, I am not allowed to become a priest until it's removed."
"Hmm. Sounds like my story."
"What, is it a sob story like this pathetic monk's?"
The robed one shot a glance. "I could swear your sword talked."
"Guess what? I did!"
"Interesting...very interesting. I would say it's a major polymorph spell attuned to two people, one morphed, the other the sufferer, and that the morphed one has the same abilities he had in life and passes them on to his bearer."
"What?" Both sword and monk asked.
Robed-man sighed. "Introductions? I'm Richard."
"Thurgo."
"Raven, or as this guy called me-"
"I'm sure I know what he called you," Richard interrupted. "Now that I think about it, are you the same Raven from a hundred years ago?"
"So that's how long it's been? Blimey, I need to catch up. Well, if your Raven could steal souls and things that weren't even there-"
"Then you're him, suffering under a major enchantment."
"And I suppose you'd be some sort of great mage, willing to break my enchantment?"
Richard slumped again. "No...I'm not anybody, really, and less than nobody in the wizarding world. But we could try."
"Where would you reccomend we start?" Thurgo asked.
"Eheeheehee, now what, my precious dumplings? Hmm...some snake heads should serve to stop you from going anywhere. Yes, this will be a fine struggle you boys put up! I'll add a cunning snake head then, one that lured me in almost...And then I toss in a dragon scale, along with a pretty little flower of the nightbloom plant. And finally I'll toss in...
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Wow, that was long! But good, right? Yeah, so the concept is mostly from a high school RP. So we've got a Wild Mage who can't do a darn thing right even the 42nd time you ask him to, a competent priest shunned by his order for a foumouthed sword he can't get rid of, and a crazy old hag in the background, adding in plot elements as we go.
So. What effect will the snake head have? Will the dragon scale summon a real dragon? What will the nightbloom flower do? And what other dastardly thing does she toss in?
Also: Where do Richard, Thurgo, and Raven-sword go? (And do they make it?)
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The snake head is a feminine presence (specifically, the sword's sister just out of hibernation), The dragon scale is a drgon (About seven feet high on the back legs and rather annoyed at having been summoned by richard), And the flower is a noble(?) knight. The hag is then interupted by another of the coven, and while they chat, the guys all get up and decide to go to the mystic altar on the outskirts of town (but the sword doesn't want to).
Fact is, the hag wants them to go the other way...
Great story IM!
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Hmm...interesting. I had been thinking other things, myself, but I rather like yours.
Anyway. What else does she toss in? You forgot that! I'm all for other hags in the background, but we need a fourth item!
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A rubber chicken!
Thought I was going to say giant chicken, right?
Of course, it summons a bird of poultry the size of a man.
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*jaw lock*
Don't ask. I'm reading this but I can't say anything.
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Okay. I will also throw in a keyboard that summons a robot.
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...Can we try to keep it in the realm of 'stuff a hag would have in her hut'?
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Read Pratchett. He's more realistic then that.
"Stuff a hag would have in her house," my bleep.
What do think an old lady would carry around? Eye of Newt? That's rather expensive.
Sorry, reading about Hivers and it's getting into my mind...
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lol. Great story IM!
Just because I keep thinking these sort of evilish things and I think that an old hag would probably find it funny, maybe she could throw in one of the hags that chat too much behind her.
"Oi golden oldie! in you go!" weeeeee!!!
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Rapunzel's hair summening a kitty!
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or a budgie. an evil one in a cage that says something along the lines of:
"Hello. I am evil and I will escape!" then it grows big arms and bends the cage bars and starts to escape. and it says somnething like: "Haha! I am evil and I will get away." in an evil voice.
(lol. please don't ask.)
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What's a budgie?
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A budgerigar. A type of bird. I got two! (after the blue one flew away  )
Is the word budgie just an English word by any chance? 'cos we seem to have alot of them...
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A bird's beak to summon a dyslexic parrot.
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Yipes! I didn't know you all had such zany ideas!
Though I'm liking the idea of the parrot. Of course, it has a different form of dsylexia, and it switches around whole spellings of one word to make a meaningful sentance into a rather embarassing one...
Yesh, that will get added to the poll when we have enough options. Along with throwing in another hag and the rubber chicken. I don't think she'd toss in a keyboard, even if she knew what it was. This is the age of knights and wizards, not of robots and spaceships.
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Piano keyboard?
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And what, praytell, would THAT summon? Bethoven?
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| Idea master wrote: | | And what, praytell, would THAT summon? Bethoven? |
rofl! If she summoned bethoven you'd have my French teacher suddenly apearing too!
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No, the french teacher was the textbook.
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Here's so more options. But nice story btw, I just wished you spaced things out it would be whole lot easier to Read you know!
But here's my two cents:
The Snakes heads will turn into an invisible net, so when the group gets up the stumble into someone important.
The Cunning Snake head will turn into a dumb idea, causing one of them to do something incredibly stupid.
The Draggon Scale will turn something utterly unresitable and impolosive, causing the group to try to go after it at all cost.
The Nightbloom Flower will turn into a shady barmaid who is considerably distracting because anyone around her cannot think.
And finally she will throw in Sugar which being the opposite of spice will cause something incredibly boring to happen to the other guy without the sword stuck in his hands.
The monk, the wild magician, and the Sword will then of course try to go after the thing that is unresitable (the Dragon Scale), stumble into the smart alic drunk on the way get into a fight because they feel like doing something stupid, pass by the distracting barmaid and loose all train of thought, then perhaps go to sleep since that is utterly boring.
But that's just one option.
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There are two snake heads?
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No, just one cunning one. The hag was debating with herself about adding any snake heads at all, or putting in something worse...
I'll be putting up a poll tomorrow, if I still can, for the 'extra' object she throws in. Any ideas for what the other three objects do should get in now, as I won't be polling for them, but picking the ideas I like the most. The poll will run for five days, and then I'll get to writing again.
And by the way, I will NEVER let you all decide what the effects of the three objects are again. In fact, I won't do it again! I'll just have her toss in a mystery object with a random effect, decided by you, the readers and voters.
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Aw, you took out all the fun...
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Well my brain was exploding!
Though if you ALL protest, I may bring them back in chapter three. I'm going to do one chapter without them, though, just to give my poor brain a rest.
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Oh, you do have a brain!
I though you were a noncoporial entity.
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How could a, whatever you said, write a story like this?
lol. These are all funny. Din your sudgestions sound like a normal thing that should happen in IF. rofl!
*waits for the poll*
(For the poll I think you'll have to PM the Mods.)
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Lordy, every option is up twice!
Fix it, please.
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First vote! And I voted for poultry cause it's fun!
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Hmm. I'm throwing in the Sugar! And this'll be fun...*Plot scheme*
Here we are then!
Chapter Two - Toil and Toil
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Sweet 'n Sour Sauce
"A little sugar for you, dearie? That'll prove interesting with that cunning snake head, that will! And you've already been spiced! Oh, but you will be a fine meal. Eheeheehee!"
There was an adbrupt shadow over the table. Richard and Thurgo looked up to see a lady, and then an adbrupt change came over Thurgo.
She was the most beautiful, ravishing, breathtaking woman alive! Her brown hair fell about her head perfectly, landing softly on her green and brown silken robes. Her slender hands and build made her all the more wonderful. Her full lips, violet eyes, and small nose made him think all the more of kissing her. Then he remembered that he was a monk, and monks weren't supposed to do that. It was a little too late, however. "Woah! You'd almost swear Thurgo here had another sword or some semblance of manhood!"
Thurgo, to silence Raven, promptly beat him on the table. Raven gave one quick cry and fell silent. The damage was done, however, yet the woman smiled. "Greetings, I am Cheri the Druidess."
"An interesting profession. I am Richard the Wild Mage."
"A wonderful name," Thurgo sighed, while putting his head in his sword-free hand. "I am Thurgo, and I am at your service."
Cheri tittered. "You are quite the flatterer. However, it is not you at the moment, but your sword that interests me. You say you cannot get rid of it?"
Thurgo came to again. "Aye. Do you know-"
Cheri preempted him. "There is a stone circle just outside of town that we druids use to break curses on people and objects. Would you care to come with me?"
Thurgo nodded, then sighed again. Such a wonderful, knowledgeable druidess surely deserved his attentions. Then he remembered that he shouldn't be giving his attentions to anyone.
The trio walked through the streets, encountering vauge people this late at night. There was a ghost of a small, white, weasle looking-thing, along with a man (Or woman) who's number (And type) of limbs kept shifting and changing. Several other wizards huffily went past Richard, some dressed in elaborate robes, some not. There were stalls selling strange blue glowing rocks, and others selling orange puff-pets, the latest result from the Experimental Magic Guild.
"Helga! Helga, my dearest sister! Oh, how you've grown! You've destroyed this whole realm and turned it to serve your purposes of isolationism!"
Helga looked up from her brew and saw a slightly uglier, more hunched, and wartier hag coming down the road. Helga brightened. Her older sister Nastine! The two sat down outside and talked of the old days.
Meanwhile, the cauldron bubbled, a sign that the main characters were going against Helga's will...
All in all, it was rather uneventful, until they got outside. Even then, nothing much happened until they got past the amount of wards on the city itself. Then came the excitement.
Not very far distant, they could hear a roar coming from down the road forward and slightly to the right. "Which way is the stone circle again?" Richard asked.
Cheri gulped and grimly pointed in the exact direction the roaring noise came from. The group hurried, there might be someone hurt if a beast went on the rampage. They crested a hill and saw an amazing sight.
A huge blue dragon, about fifteen feet long in the body, ten feet long in the tail and neck, and with a fifty-foot wingspan, was doing battle with a single knight. The dragon roared and belched fire at the man, who bravely held up a shield and waited for it to pass. The man then lofted his sword and moved closer, carefully avoiding the swiping talons, hoping to get a chance at the neck or head.
Cheri began her run anew. "That man can NOT be permitted to slay that dragon! He has just as much right to be here as that knight does!"
Thurgo jumped after her, landed on his face and began to roll down the hill. Richard sighed and rolled up his sleeves, preparing to do some intricate magework to save his behind if all hell broke loose.
Thurgo reached the knight first, by virtue of uncontrolled rolling. He picked himself up and dusted himself off, seeing the knight, but no one else. "Where'd the dragon go?"
A roar came from behind him, quite close. He turned and found himself face-to-face, literally, with the dragon. It seemed as though his quick rolling took the dragon by surprise, and that's why he lasted so long. All the blood drained from his face as he whispered two words Monks were taught to never say one after the other. This time, however, it seemed appropriate.
"STOP!"
The dragon lifted it's head and stared at the one who dared to tell it to stop, which was, of course, Cheri. She quickly dragged the two men away from the dragon, then went back. "That one," she said, pointing at Thurgo, "Didn't mean you any harm. And that one," she said, pointing at their mysterious knight, "Won't do you any while I'M here. I am Cheri, what is your name?"
"Surtum."
The dragon's voice was powerful enough to shake the dandruff loose from Thurgo's hair and set his teeth quivering. Cheri was unfazed. "Will you travel with us, Surtum? We may need your strength to break the curse of the sword glued to Thurgo's hand." While she said his name, Cheri pointed over her shoulder as to which one Thurgo was.
Surtum seemed to think for a minute. Then he said, "I shall, but no further, at least, not with that being that dares to give itself a name while attacking me."
Thurgo rolled to his right and said, "Hello, I'm Thurgo, and this is my sword Raven. What's your name?"
"Fredrick the Lion-hearted."
"A coward if I ever met one. He let himself be dragged away from a dragon by a lady!"
Fredrick turned red. "Wait! It's not me, it's the sword!"
"Really?"
"Yes, you lilly-livered pansy, really!"
Fredrick had listened this time, then nodded. "I assume he is the reason you were on your way to the stone circle, then?"
"That he is. Richard, it's all right! You can come down now!"
Richard cautiously made his way down the hill. "This is Fredrick," Thurgo said.
"Hello, Fredrick."
"Hello, Richard."
Cheri returned. "Well, the stone circle is just over the next hill. Let's get going."
One hill later, the crew of mage, knight, monk, druid, and dragon stood before a mighty stone altar with several other stones around it, in various states of standing up or lying down. "What happened here?"
Cheri grumped. "Cheap contractors. Some bloody short man in a hooded cloak offered to do our construction for a whole altar cheap, then set this up and took off. The only thing we saw of him was an orange furred hand, but never you worry, we'll find him one day. Now, stick your sword on the altar."
Thurgo complied. "The rest of you, back up. If you're too close, you might get caught in it."
Nobody bothered to ask what 'it' was or would be. Surtum turned to go as well, but Cheri shook her head. "Not you, noble sir. I may need you about."
Surtum paused, then trudged back towards the circle, knocking over a stone with his tail.
Cheri gathered her power...
Helga returned to her hut to find the morsels stronger and not at all where she wanted them. She stamped her feet a few times in anger. "Oh no, dearies, this can't do! My lovely brew will be spoiled! What will Helga use on you next?"
Helga dived into the bag of oddities that her Nastine had left her, selected one, and dropped it in with a hissing sound.
Cheri gasped. The ball of white power that appeared over the altar was not of her doing, though it was draining her powers, and Surtum's as well. She could only guess as to what would come from it...
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Which is where YOU, the loyal readers and voters, come into play!
You may have noticed that there were some mentions of some IF people. If you ask me nicely and knock your heels together three times, you may get a mention, or who knows! You may become a part of this story as one of it's characters! I'm still debating as to whether or not I want to continue this aspect.
Also, Helga now has a 'bag of oddities,' meaning anything, ANYTHING, can be what she tossed in OR tosses in.
Some of you may have noticed that I eliminated the predetermined three elements at the end. My brain was exploding, so I cut them out. If you protest in an orderly fashion, I'll bring them back too.
But the MAIN issue is what Helga tossed in, and what it turns into. No matter what, it will stop them from breaking the curse at least today, as it's draining both the druid's and the dragon's powers. The challenge? Making it incapacitate them more permantly, of course!
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It is a Hiver from the world of Pratchett!
Ant the item she tossed in is of course a bee.
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oh...I missed the poll
I blame school and homework. * is releaved to have a holiday.*
She could always add a bit of....erm...chocolate! Then the dragon and the druid end up craving chocolate as well as losing their powers.
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How about she tosses in another item after the first.
The thing that drained them of power was of course a magnet or a loadstone. Either would draw power and would be a random item around her house.
So for more permant purposes to make the druidess and the dragon's power permantly stick to the loadstone, we need glue. Glue will stick their power to the magnet.
And while I'm at it...*Crosses fingers and clicks her heels three times* Sorry couldn't resist.
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Or the rock is opening an interdimensional portal, and one of the characters (Good, bad, netrual) from Bionicle pops out.
The object? Obviously, a mask.
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He He, I created a three way tie! I just love ties.
Especially the funny ones with duckies on them!
Meanwhile while we sit waiting for the Tiebreaker, or should I say scissors? A little cheer for my option of choice:
Go Magnets! Your our object, if you can't do it, Glue always can!
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Din. You a cheerleader?
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| You might just get a tie breaker, I am half way through reading this, it's tagged on to my favorites, I'll cast my vote soon!
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Okay I voted.
*Puts on red glittering slippers, clacks heels and hoists annoying little dog under armpit*
"There's no place like home...there's no place like home....there's no place like home....." 
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Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.
I've gotten a whole SLEW of Ideas and am even now writing furiously to deplete the Idearium before it causes warping of the space-time continumm.
Meaning your chapter will be here when you've followed the yellow brick road to the end. But you may want to pick up a few of those bricks, cause the yellow is from the gold they're made of.
Crunchy, you and Dinranwen will show up in the next chapter as pivotal characters. And trust me, it'll be funnnnn.
For me that is. You may want to cover your eyes.
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*Obidently pulls her hood far, far down her face so it nearly touches her chin, but then gets caught peaking out the side* Can't wait to see what you do IM, but I'm sure it will be fun. For you that is. CrunchFog may want to cover his eyes...
As for me...just remember that people rarely see what happens in the shadows. *Smiles threatenly before pulling down her hood again like an obedient girl*
((*Giggles* Sorry, sometimes me and my evil twin can't resist trying to pretend to be evil.))
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Wait a minute....
This is an IF story?
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No, just incorperating characters that ask real nicely. For a better example, go to the Archives and look at Good Versus Evil Versus Money.
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Rollin' rollin' rollin', keep that story rollin', rawhide!
*Whipcrack*
Ahem. Chapter three!
Chapter three – Nunbody knows
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Get thee to a Nunnery!
Cheri gasped again as an object formed in the middle of the globe of white power. It appeared to be a small brown stone; similar to many other stones dotted about the landscape, but it was drawing the powers of both her and Surtum deep within itself. All of the spells she tried to halt the flow only accelerated it as the stone absorbed them. There had to be some way to stop it!
Finally, she was drained of power. Strangely, the stone turned to Surtum. Perhaps it hasn’t drained him yet, she thought. Dragons were known for having much magic about them.
Her thoughts were wasted, however, as she saw Surtum struggle and attempt to escape, only to be held back. He fought furiously, with wing, claw, and tooth, against the strange stone, but to no avail. He gave one last defiant jet of fire before that too was absorbed, and then he collapsed with a mighty thumping noise. Ten feet away, the few apple trees that were left lost their under-ripe apples.
The stone, having absorbed all the magic it could, lost it’s pearly white globe of power it had been formed from, and fell to the altar. The menfolk had quickly run from this odd occurrence, hiding behind a boulder. Fredrick came forward first, in his armor, probably trying to show courage. “Is it over?”
At that point, the stone wiggled.
Fredrick stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the stone. It defiantly wiggled this time, and moved closer to Fredrick.
Fredrick showed his cowardly side for the second time that day and turned to run. He didn’t get very far, though. The stone wiggled, then flew off the altar and struck Fredrick on the seat of his metallic pants, making it look as though he was less than the knight he claimed to be. Fredrick tumbled head over heels, making it sound like a smithy’s shop on the move, and ended up pointing the brown stone towards the heavens.
The other menfolk cautiously edged forward from behind the boulder. At the sight of Fredrick the Lion-Hearted with a brown stone attached, they looked at each other and quickly stifled their laughter. Surtum picked himself up and shook himself, as though trying to dislodge a particularly determined person from his back. “Druidess Cheri, my magic is sapped to the point where I barely have enough to stay alive. What shall I do now?”
Cheri picked herself up and brushed the dirt off her clothes. “You and I will take that odd stone to an odd covenant that dwells deep in these woods. They specialize in magical oddities, and this certainly is that.” Cheri reached over and attempted to remove the stone from the armor of Fredrick the Coward.
It refused to budge.
She pulled harder, and it stayed put. Surtum also pulled at the stone, with similar results. Finally, Cheri hefted a huge sigh and stared Fredrick in the eye. “Get up, you’re coming with us.”
“Are you sure I couldn’t remove it with magic?” Richard asked.
“NO!” Everybody shouted. During the interim of their walk to the altar, Richard had told them of his particular branch of magic. “Wait a second. How do you have any magic left? That stone drained me and Surtum completely, but left you untouched?”
Richard wagged a finger at her. “Several theories, two of which I like. One, I was out of range, and two, I finally got my magic to obey me and create a shield behind which we men huddled in safety.”
Cheri nodded. “Still, I don’t think you should try. That stone will absorb all the magic you toss at it.”
Richard nodded as well. “Shall we go on to this odd covenant, then?”
The group turned to look at Cheri, who promptly turned to the north. She then turned to the west, as she realized she’d gotten her directions mixed up, and headed to a particularly deep, dark, and forbidding forest.
“Eheeheehee! Now now, dearies, how shall I hamper you next? Ah, here we are…A single drop of bloodfire! I remember all too well what happened when I added more than I should have…I got a whole world to myself after it burned to ashes!”
It was the middle of the night. Well, not really, but since her powers had been sapped, Cheri had been having difficulty with her Druidic Internal Clock. She guessed it was the middle of the night, though. Surtum was recovering remarkably fast, as dragons are wont to do, but he still wasn’t up to his full oomph yet. He had managed to light a small campfire for the group, and when that proved to not be enough, they found that Surtum was remarkably warm.
Cheri sensed something then. Something discordant with the harmony of the forest. Something wrong, ancient, and powerful. Something painful. She cast her hands out and tried a simple spell. Fur-brothers, claw-sisters, what is wrong? Come tell me!
A single squirrel scampered quickly by, but not before it cast a single look at Cheri. That was all she needed to gain the most recent memory from the animal. A raging fire was burning the forest down! And it was headed right for them!
“UP!” Cheri shouted, and everybody jumped out of sleep, casting an angry look at her. “The forest burns!”
Instantly, the men picked up their things and looked at Cheri. “This way!” she shouted, and began running towards the covenant’s secret entrance. The men, no fools, began to follow her.
The path, not worn as much as they would have liked, wove around bramble bushes and hornet’s nests. The smell of smoke grew stronger as the night wore on. Finally, they reached a rushing river that separated the forest from a sheer cliff’s side, save for one cave. Crossing it was a single bridge. “Everybody across!”
The men obeyed instantly. Surtum just leaped over, and Cheri turned to him. “Surtum, if you would?”
He swiped out at the bridge, destroying its supports and sending it toppling into the river. “The fire cannot cross that. The covenant is right beyond that cave.”
One of her phrases would turn out to be false, however. The fire reached the river, and then it went down to the water itself and skipped across. “What vile black magic is this?!”
A chanting noise came from within the deepest recesses of the cave. When the group listened closely, they could just make out some words that sounded like an incantation.
Bloodfire, heed us, you who fell,
War is past, peace makes all well,
Return against the one who dropped you so carelessly,
Leave the forest and all who dwell within peacefully!
The fire seemed to quail, and then something miraculous happened. It didn’t just extinguish itself. Rather, it somehow unburned itself, restoring life where it had taken it. It followed its own trails back to where it started, and then went out.
Helga clutched at her eye. The morsels had found some way to turn her bloodfire back against her, and it had put out her eye! She rummaged in her sack, looking for something worthwhile to put in. Oh, they would pay…
“I thank you. That fire seemed intent on catching us.”
The robed figure said nothing more than, “Password?”
Cheri had been prepared for this. “Hail the CruchyFrog, may his wisdom shine forever.”
The robed figure nodded. “Welcome back Cheri. Who are these you have with you?”
After a round of introductions, Cheri asked the question. “Can you help us? We have two magical oddities that plague us. One is that sword; the other is a mysterious stone.”
The robed one clapped unseen hands with glee. “We do love your oddities, yes we do. Come inside, and we shall ask the Dinranwen as to what we should do. Have no fears, Surtum, these caves were once owned by a far larger dragon than you. We came across them when he was slain by some foolish knight or other.”
The group squeezed into the caves, following the twisting, turning, and above all, confusing pathway to the core of the mountain. There, in a very church-like room, sat Dinranwen, the head of this mysterious order. Nothing much could be made out of her, save another robe like the one the person leading them wore. Several tables around her housed magical artifacts, in some cases shielded by domes of glass so that they couldn’t harm anybody. The altar in front of her looked normal, until you drew close enough to it to make out that the golden ornament on top of it was in the shape of a frog. Nobody was given much time to ponder on it, though, as Dinranwen spoke then. “Cheri, my darling druidess, what brings you back to us?”
“My companions have two magical ailments we can’t get rid of. One is this annoying talking sword that is legendary thief Raven.”
“And a bloody good welcome to you, miss!”
Dinranwen might have paled, if anybody could make out anything of her face under her hood. Cheri moved swiftly on. “And when we tried to turn him back to normal, an odd stone appeared, sapped me and Surtum of our powers, and then attached itself to Fredrick’s rump.”
Fredrick reddened as Cheri mentioned the stone's location. Dinranwen took no note. “Mmm. Raven, you’d be in our debt if we restored you…and would we get to keep the stone?”
“We have no need of it, Dinranwen.”
“Then it’s settled.” Dinranwen walked to the altar and tapped the golden frog three times. Nobody saw any visible difference in the frog, Dinranwen, or anything at all. Cheri kept staring at the frog, though, so everybody else did as well. Finally, something happened.
The frog blinked.
The group, sans Cheri, gasped as the frog stretched its limbs out and gave one large croak. Then it spoke. “And what, my High Priestess Dinranwen, is the issue today?”
Dinranwen gave a quick summary of the magical ailments that plagued the small band of adventurers. The frog listened, and then gave his diagnostic. “Hmm. I sense hostile magic from an outside source surrounding those objects. Even I, the great and mighty CrunchyFrog, can do nothing about them on my lonesome. No, we must travel to the spirits of the glade beyond this mountain and ask them to remove it. Combined, we just might do it. Dinranwen, open…The Door.”
Dinranwen moved to a small, circular, red object that was covered by a glass dome. She removed the dome and hesitated for a second, then pushed the button. A low rumbling filled the cavern and quickly blotted out all other noise for fear of competition. The group looked about to see the wall behind the tables moving back, to reveal the largest portal that they had ever seen. It was a swirling display of blues and greens, taking up the whole wall behind the wall, and the thing that entranced the menfolk, it glowed.
“This portal,” said CrunchyFrog, “leads to the glade behind the mountain. It is impossible to get to otherwise, because avalanches have closed the passes in the past few years.” He then performed a spectacular leap and landed neatly in a previously unknown but very convenient pocket in Dinranwen’s robe. She pulled a few tables aside, and then beckoned the group of adventurers closer.
They all took one giant breath, and stepped forward into the portal, vanishing off the face of the earth. They appeared not a second later in a glade that stretched as far as they eye could see. Birds flew merrily in the air, singing songs of delight. Animals frolicked when they weren’t killing each other for enough meat to stay alive. Plants rocked back and forth, swaying in no wind, dancing to some unheard beat.
“This glade,” Dinranwen said, “Is the Glade of the Gods. Legends say that the gods descended from on high, and this spot is where they all touched the earth first. There is a fountain in the middle, right over there,” she said, while pointing at something that could easily pass for a geyser, “which houses the spirits that were left behind to care for this glade. Should the waters ever stop, it means a great and terrible danger for our world.”
The group of adventurers looked nervously at one another, and then began their trudge towards the middle.
“Now, my dearies,” Helga said with a cruel smile on her lips, “Let’s see how you handle this, eh? Nightshade powder mixed with Arsenic to form the deadliest poison ever! I drop a single drop in my brew! And then I add a demon’s claw and a troll’s tooth! And let me see if I can’t find anything more to plague you with…” Helga cast her eye about her hut, looking for something else to put in her stew…
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Loyal readers and voters (And those I lassoed into coming and reading this), the time is now! I have restored the previous three predetermined options at the end of the chapter! AND I added in Dinranwen and CrunchyFrog! However, I have sad news for you all. If anybody else wishes to join in, they must pay me a mere twenty-five fables and submit a decent character profile, and even then, should I choose to work them in at the earliest possible time, it may be a few chapters, but I will do it! Also, I will take underhanded under-the-table bids for things to happen in the story (Such as the element that Helga adds in the middle of the story and what it does) and the highest person will win the bet and lose their money to me.
However, let us return to the story. What will the demon claw, troll tooth, and mixture of Nightshade and Arsenic do? And what else has that now one-eyed hag Helga tossed in?
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Tricksy, my dear, very tricksy indeed.
A copy of a novel, thus spawning a couple of classic characters.
As for the poison, tis a basilisk.
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There you go again, forgetting half the things she threw in. What of the demon claw and troll tooth? Could they possibly combine to form a troll demon?
Hey...I rather like that idea...
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I thought the claw and tooth were part of the potion.
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The poisson could leave a horrible taste in their mouths that makes them feel ill (could kill someone from a nasty disease).
The demon Claw apears as it is and starts chasing them around and attacking them. And the claw tooth could turn against Helga and jump out of the couldron and stab her repeatedly. heehee.
As for another thing to add..... Her burnt eye.
But I have no idea what it could do...possibly turn into a ninja spy and follow them everywhere.
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HeheHe. Loved this new chappy IM. Wicked. As an english friend of mine used to say.
| Quote: | | There, in a very church-like room, sat Dinranwen, the head of this mysterious order. Nothing much could be made out of her, save another robe like the one the person leading them wore. |
| Quote: | | Dinranwen might have paled, if anybody could make out anything of her face under her hood. |
You seem to got me nailed IM. Couldn't have done better myself.
As for the rest, I like Phang's Eye/Spy idea.
The posion, claw, and fang could turn into a posionous, clawed, fanged, winged creature, possibly a giant demon orge?
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That was Storm. Not Phang.
A rubber chicken to throw in a giant chicken.
Alarm clocks to wake the gods.
Lecro, to add Lecro to the storyline (becuase he's bored).
A tennisball, to produce a starving pacman.
Maybe she could put the brew in the oven, to allow for rise.
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Wonderful wonderful!!  very entertaining. Cant think of any ideas for the cauldron yet, but will edit this post with some later today.
Am amazed at how quickly you wrote in the characters just like that!
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Maybe she adds a fly, in an attempt to distract the frog, in its combined attempt with Dinranwen to rid the magical afflictions of the sword and the stone. Perhaps this results in a plague of flies and maggots. eeewwww!
The demon claw, tooth and mixture of poisons could manifest itself as one of the most revolting little beasts with the worst manners and bodily habits that any of the characters in the story has ever met. Whether he/she/it ends up assisting or hampering the cause could be anybody's guess!
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Or the poisen could actually netrulize itself, with the only devastating effects being Din turning green.
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lol. nice ideas. If the chicken goes in. I think it should be headless and completely mad.
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How can it be mad without a brain?
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| Masterweaver wrote: | | How can it be mad without a brain? |
Well, this is IF.
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I didn't know you had so many ideas! I'll have to tone down the Idearium I'm sneaking into your water, gin, and Old Stoat Reserves.
To clear up any confusion, we have THREE items. Namely-
A demon claw
A troll's tooth
Arsenic and Nightshade mixture to form a deadly poison.
The items you are suggesting are going to be duly noted *Though this is going to be the biggest poll I've done yet, so drag some other people over here to read and vote!*. Some of them, however, will not be added, such as Lecro. If Lecro wants in, two things must first happen. One, he must come here and say so himself, and two, 25 fatbacks must find their way into my coffers *Which are rather empty after having competed with that dragon*. The profile bit I'll drop, though this may mean you'll show up as something you didn't want, such as an female spirit of the glade! If you want some say as to what you show up as, it's up to you to post what you'd like to NOT show up as.
Things that don't get the winning vote will be added to my great 'litany of stuff' and perhaps tossed in later. My Idearium is not self-replenishing, and any and all ideas are welcome so that I may be assured that Helga will still toss something in at the end of a chapter.
Underhanded bids are still being accepted...or they would be if people would let me know if they're bidding! Anything and everything is welcome in a bid, such as whether or not Dinranwen's cult is actually a secret order trying to wrestle control of the world, or if Richard will ever get rid of that unseemly brown stone on his rump. Bid away, my luvlies. Eheeheehee...
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Where do we post bids?
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How about a sonic video game to bring in the character Chais?
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Trust me on this: I'm not dead. My brain was just kidnapped and forced to pay ransom for itself.
But I've finally pulled myself away from the television. Even as you read these words, I am gathering the great Litany of Stuff, formed from every suggestion you ever gave me. And the more recent suggestions will go to Lordy for a poll.
I refuse to let this storygame die! Finish, yes, but not die.
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lol *points over to Shape Lords* If that hasn't died yet, you can definately keep this one alive! 
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I voted! while being threatened to have my arm bitten and a finger being pointed at me. *hits Vamps on the head* Haha!
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...You all voted for the video game JUST to make my life difficult, didn't you?
Never fear. I can do this. And it'll be very...interesting. We won't just introduce a character, oh no...
In the words of the once-famous Shady Stoat:
I'll try to write a dignified and honorable fourth chapter. Then I'll scrap it and write what comes naturally.
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So the polls are closed then?
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No, not quite. But seeing as nobody else reads this story, they might as well be.
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Chapter Four – A Wild Spin
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Is it hot in here?
Helga’s eyes landed on the sack of oddities then. She reached in a plucked out an object at random and hurled it into the brew. “Let’s see how you handle this, dearies!”
Dinranwen was about to lead the very ragtag group of adventurers to the center of the glade when she felt a sudden, jerking wrench from just behind and below her stomach. It wasn’t physical, she knew that much. It was a jerk in the fabric of reality. All of a sudden, the glade had turned into a crater-like structure with the ground suddenly not obeying the laws of gravity, or sometimes completely absent. A timer appeared hanging in the air, counting backwards from ten minutes, and several other numbers and symbols appeared, with functions she couldn’t guess at. A golden hoop had appeared before her, sparkling in the sunlight.
Helga was surprised to see her cauldron eject a small pad of buttons. She pushed one experimentally.
Surtum suddenly jumped and coiled into a ball. He landed with a deafening THUMP. “Watch it!” Dinranwen yelled.
Helga cackled. This would be fun like she never had before! She pushed more buttons.
Surtum tromped forward, touching the golden hoop. It vanished, and a counter changed from 00 to 01. In the distance, the spring had the word “GOAL” suddenly appear above it. “Surtum, do you think you could carry us and still get to the spring in ten minute’s time?”
“Get on!”
Everybody hopped onto Surtum, who coiled up and began rolling. Luckily, everybody had the sense to hop into the center of the ball he formed out of himself before they were crushed.
Helga kept pushing buttons. A hole suddenly appeared in front of the dragon, so she pushed the button that would send him jumping over it. Then she realized she wanted the dragon to die along with his compatriots, but she also didn’t want this strange game to end just yet!
Surtum was nearing a pit. At least, that’s what Dinranwen could make out from her brief flashes of light that came to her. Suddenly, she felt Surtum push off against the ground, and there was a brief sensation of weightlessness. Then there was a large THUMP and everything about her body returned in full Pain-O-Vision.
“Almost there,” Surtum growled. “We just have one small problem.”
Helga saw a strange mixture of demon, troll, and basilisk in the dragon’s way towards reaching the spring. She pushed another button, and suddenly there was a huge gout of fire. Helga cackled. Oh, she did love this game!
Surtum stopped, and everybody gratefully fell to the ground moaning. Dinranwen picked herself up and readjusted her cloak so that nobody could see anything about her. Then she cast her gaze about, gratefully noting that the normal laws of physics had resumed, along with the normal scenery for the glade. Then she noticed the huge…thing. It had the rough hide of a demon, the ugly face of a troll, and the fangs of a basilisk. It stood approximately thirteen feet high, and was undoubtedly the oddest thing she’d ever seen. Then she brightened. Such a thing would have a myriad of spell components about its very being!
Surtum let loose a jet of fire, which blackened the thing’s face, making it marginally better to look at. The monstrosity let out a bellow and lifted its huge club and brought it down on Surtum, who let out a moan of pain and was thrust backwards. The golden hoop things that Surtum had collected all flew outwards, and Dinranwen collected as many as she could as they might prove useful later. Or, rather, she tried to collect them, but every time she touched one, it vanished in a myriad of sparks. The counter for them increased, though, so that might count for something. Cheri rushed to Surtum’s side. “Are you hurt?”
“Nay, though that does sting a little bit. I’ll have this thing destroyed soon enough.”
Helga played with her buttons, sending the dragon flying above the monster she had summoned and continuing to fry it. Oh, this would be a fine battle!
Surtum leaped above the huge beast and landed behind it. Fortunately, it seemed to have the brain as well as the face of a troll; it didn’t realize Surtum had moved behind it until the toasting of its bottom began. It whirled around, swinging its club again, but Surtum had crouched low enough that the club whistled over his head. He let loose another jet of fire, and the beast roared and fell to the ground. Surtum drew nearer to it and checked for any signs that would indicate it was alive.
“Dead,” he finally pronounced a few minutes later. “Let’s get on to that grove, then. I want my magic back as soon as possible.”
Everybody moved hastily onwards except Dinranwen, who paused only to mutter a spell. The body of the strange beast suddenly vanished. Dinranwen wanted to examine it later.
Helga collapsed. Oh, that had been a fine game! She was tired, though. So she rummaged in the sack her sister Nastine had left her, and pulled out what was called an oven. She expanded it a little so that the cauldron could fit in it, put the cauldron in, and pushed a little button called ‘bake.’ Then she went to bed.
“Does anyone else feel overly warm?” Fredrick asked for the third time. This time, though, he got affirmatives. Cheri felt as though she was not only warm, but drying out bit by bit. Richard and Thurgo confirmed that though they were using various small cantrips to keep themselves cool, they were wearing off, bringing back sweltering heat. Dinranwen mumbled something about being ‘against the order to reveal my face, although I’m melting.’ Surtum wasn’t bothered by the heat, though he confirmed that he had detected an increase in it. Then Cheri pointed.
“Look!”
Everybody turned and looked where she was pointing. She was pointing at a leaf, which, by itself, may not sound too exciting. However, this leaf in question was doing something which no other leaf had done in the glade.
It was turning yellow.
Once the implication of that set in, everyone looked ahead to see the great geyser of the Glade of the Gods and see that it was still flowing. Then it faltered. It wavered. And finally, with a reluctant crashing noise, it stopped.
Everyone made a mad dash to the center of the glade, with Surtum leading the way to bowl over small trees and scare large woodland animals away. Finally, they reached a clearing, where there seemed to have once been a large fountain. Indeed, this fountain once poured into a large bowl-shaped stone. Around the huge bowl lay several glowing female figures, all moaning.
CrunchyFrog poked his golden head up from Dinranwen’s robe pocket. “The spirits of the glade, they’re dying.”
One of the spirits looked up. “When the water stopped, our lives stopped with it. The only hope for us now lies in the rekindling of this fountain. You must find a way to break this unnatural heat, for our glade will die if it continues. You must also unblock the geyser, for something far down below has blocked the fountain from flowing.”
The group of adventurers shared a glance. The fate of the world might rest on their shoulders…what should they do?
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They don't know, but YOU do! We have a glade with dehydrated dryads, and a fountain with flow congestion. Which problem should we solve first, if any at all? Should we unblock the fountain? Should we break the heat? Or should we make demands of the weakened dryads? Other suggestions ARE welcome. Now, don't forget, if you want in this story, just nip over to the Market Bizzare, find my squalid little stall, pay me 25 fables, and tell me how you'd like to show up. If you'd like to just bid on certain things, let me know there as well.
And while Helga may be recuperating from her game-playing, it doesn't mean I'm still not gathering items for my Litany of Stuff! Any and all suggestions will be duly noted in my handy-dandy notebook.
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| Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 12:35 am Post subject: |
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I'd say unblocking the fountain would be the best way to go. Maybe if you can restore life to the dryads they can break the curse.
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Or we could probe the mounting evils of cell phones. (Quote unquote)
Maybe they could do a raindance?
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As for an ingrediant suggestion...what about the tears of a crocodile, to be added once our hero's get the water flowing. They'll have some horrible effect I'm sure.
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Or hen's teeth.
For, you know...
Bad catchphrase, but it's technically mine.
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Start the water back flowing for sure....but that may mean you have to break the heat first, and for that we need to get out of the oven....
Which means we have to wake Helga up, how about our heros start doing something which causes the smell of burning (but not really burning, just the horrible smell associated with burning bread) to wake Helga up and force her to take out the Cauldron.
Oh...P.s. I just loving the Dinranwen character in this story, (I wonder why) she reminds me of my more curious scientific side that I don't let out of the box that often.
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How would they contact Helga? They don't know about her!
Perhaps that sonic game hasn't fully dissolved. You could still throw in shadow the hedgehog.
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What about deathsbane, a plant so vile and dark that it cause untold suffering for our heros and yet will also be the cause of the Hag's own undoing.
Could they short it out with the water some how? As in the water, cool spring water, overflow's the cauldron and floods the Hag's house?
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I do like these ideas...*Makes careful notes*
Three or four more days (Depending on how lazy I am!) and the top three or four suggestions will go to Lordy for a poll!
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Spit! Prayer! Blood! Swimtrunks!
Four choices. Up and ready.
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Make a clockwork device out of the leaves and branches, that fans that area of the glade for a temporary solution, whilst the heavier work of unblocking the bowels of the fountain are in progress.
Alternatively, or perhaps at the same time, do a bit of that stuff you do searching for the good ole H20 with sticks... water divining?
Maybe another water source can be found.
So, er... Fan the glade.
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*reads, sees poll, votes* wow! I haven't been gone that long have I? I missed a bit... lol. I'm all caught up now. And I'm blaming the...erm....German, the weather and homework (no idea why I blame German but I do anyway).
I'm out of ideas of what to throw in...
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Chapter five - Water, water nowhere
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I can’t stand this heat!
Cheri was stunned. Someone had dared to mess with nature? She would have them filleted! “We must unclog this fountain!”
“But-” began Richard before Cheri cut him off.
“Would you like it if you were deprived of your water? Would you like it if you slowly roasted alive? I’m going down there to fix this once and for all!”
Thus saying, Cheri jumped into the now-empty fountain, with Thurgo following quickly behind. A few seconds later, there were two cries of pain. “Are you two done now?” Surtum asked.
The moaning stopped. Surtum nodded and extended his tail to function as a sort of ladder for Richard, Dinranwen, and Fredrick. The three climbed carefully down so as to not scrape their skin on a spike or a scale. Even with the help from Surtum, the rest of the group still had a ways to fall, which they did with much lack of aplomb. “Are you all down now?” Surtum bellowed.
They didn’t get a chance to answer, as Surtum leapt down. And in spite of a million to one odds, he landed at just the right angle to crack the already slightly weakened plugging boulder so that the water pressure could shatter it into infinitesimal pieces. This took the water pressure all of thirty seconds to complete, though it was enough time for Surtum to pick up the bruised and battered group and move them off the boulder.
The water roared up behind them in a triumphant display of sheer, raw power. The fountain was restored. Above, the spirits of the glade stirred. Life was flowing back into their veins, and soon they could break the unnatural heat that had been imposed upon the glade. Where those adventurers had gone, they didn’t have the slightest clue…
Helga woke up to hear the sound of rushing water. Nothing was overflowing…until she took the cauldron out of the oven! Then there was a flood of ghastly proportions. Helga muttered several oaths that turned the air black momentarily.
In the distance, a figure crept closer to the hut.
Helga rummaged around in her hut for something to add that would stem the flow. She held up a bag of DragonSand, ready to toss it in…
A knife flew in through the window, pinning Helga’s sleeve to the wall. A character burst into the hut. “I am Draconis, of the Death’s Wake clan of Assassins, here to stop the meddler of worlds.”
Helga screamed and kicked out, connecting with Draconis, knocking the assassin into the cauldron. In a fit of anger at daring to mess with her brew, Helga tossed in the DragonSand as well, hoping that there would be some ghastly side effect.
The cauldron smoked once, and Helga passed out, mercifully landing backwards so as not to get sucked in.
Surtum looked at the direction from which they had entered this vast labyrinthine cavern, or series of caverns. The geyser was blocking that escape route. Surtum had tossed pebbles in only to see them get turned into sand. He wouldn’t be able to survive that route, much less the humans.
When Thurgo first woke up, he muttered something that sounded like an oath. When Thurgo began moving around, Surtum realized it had been a small healing spell. After performing what looked to be a quick body check to see if any organs were vastly out of place, Thurgo began a more complex incantation. Cuts and lacerations healed, and his leg bones realigned themselves and fused back together. Looking about, Thurgo saw the others not yet conscious, and he passed from one to another, freely healing, his hands glowing sky blue.
Everybody else woke up shortly, moaning quietly. Surtum fixed Cheri with a steady glare. “And where, o mighty druidess, do we go now?”
Cheri cast a defiant glance back at Surtum, then focused. “I sense a massively powerful life force down here, in many ways similar to Surtum. Perhaps that person or thing will be willing to help.” Cheri glanced about. “I wouldn’t say no to a bit of light, though…”
Dinranwen rummaged about in her cloak for a few minutes before procuring a small sack, which she dipped two fingers in and began coating her unseen face with. She moved to Richard. “What is this vile-smelling stuff?” Richard demanded.
“This,” Dinranwen said while smearing what looked to be blue sand on Richard’s face, “Is Flash-Sand. We picked it up long ago. Just snap your fingers, and it lets off a glow. It will grow dimmer with time, but only a very long period of time.”
Dinranwen proceeded to smear the rest of the human companions with the sand. There wasn’t enough for Surtum, but he merely shrugged and said, “I don’t need it anyways. Let us be going to this new person.”
Surtum led the way under Cheri’s guidance through a myriad of tunnels and caves, all seemingly alike to the gloom-surrounded party. Finally, Cheri said, “The person is straight ahead of us, probably just one cavern over.”
Surtum entered the cavern, and then whispered, “That’s no person…”
Curious, Richard snapped his fingers. He gasped in surprise at what he saw.
It was a dragon roughly the same size as Surtum, colored deep blood red, with black flames making intricate patterns that the eye could not follow. The head whipped around to look at the cause of the sudden glow. “What are you humans doing here? Humans have never entered the realm of Earth and Fire and lived to tell the tale. Return, quickly, lest the dark elves find you.”
“Madame,” Surtum began. Cheri winced. Madame was very formal dragon-speak, used only when one dragon was severely interested in another for some of the more, uh, baser acts of nature.
Surtum continued. “Madame, we would love to leave these caverns, but as it turns out, our entrance and our exit was the same route, but it only lasted long enough for us to enter. If you could kindly lead us out, then our gratitude would know no bounds.”
The dragon, dragoness, Cheri corrected herself, pondered awhile. “I know of one route. Come, quickly.” The dragoness whipped around and left through a far opening. Everyone hopped onto Surtum, who took off after the dragoness.
“By the way, I never got your name,” Surtum yelled.
“Rai. Kalanna Rai, third descendent of the Draconic Ruler of the Realm of Earth and Fire.”
One uneventful trip later, the group was in front of a wall filled with tunnels. Thousands, there must have been. “Which one takes us up?”
“That is not for me to tell you, for I know it not. It is a matter for this little monster.” Rai tapped a stone statue that put the troll beast from earlier to shame. It had a face that not even a mother could love. In fact, the mother had probably tried to push this little beast back in, or at least run from it screaming and never looked back. Just as Cheri was wondering what it was, the statue animated.
“Gargoyle,” Cheri breathed.
“Indeed,” the thing rumbled with a voice that sounded like boulders crashing together. “What is your business?”
“We seek passage to the surface.”
At this, the gargoyle cheered up. “Oh do you now.”
“Yes.”
And then it danced and recited a poem.
A thousand tunnels lay behind me
But which one is the one for thee?
You could end up anywhere!
From another plane to a basilisk’s stare.
You must find the right one, you see.
So follow my directions implicitly.
Start at the bottom, work your way up,
Turn right when you run out of luck,
Loop-de-loop, ‘round dead ends
You’ll be lost ‘till eternity ends!
The secret up is not so simple, not easy,
The Guardian alone holds the key
To getting you up and out of here!
And for that, you may cry or cheer.
So now, how will you act, where will you go,
Knowing now up is not as easy at it was a second ago?
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How WILL our band of adventurers respond to this new twist? I don't know, that's why I have you guys! I ran out of Idearium, but I worked everything in, including a rather obvious character addition that I was paid for. Yes, it took me a while. I had to juggle college and my personal life before I could get to this, but I did it.
So. Get suggesting!
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[insert evil laughter here]...Now that I've got that out of my system.
I'm normally very good with riddles but if it's the Guardian we need the I believe we must take the gargoyle since he's the one apparently 'guarding' the way up.
As for the rest...sounds like a roller coaster of epic preportions...or maybe another 'Waterslide from Hell'....
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*coughcough* It's actually a she gargoyle.
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Great chapter!
Start at the bottom. So you have to go down first.
And by the way - is the golden frog still in Din's pocket?
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Yes, but the previous animation charm wore off. There's not been much call for a small golden frog deity. You're still there, Crunchy.
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Very entertaining read. I'd agree with Rai, convince the gargoyle to guide you. After all, it (supposedly gargoyles are sexless) should be excited that something's finally going on. It seemed happy when the adventurers asked for a way out.
Anway, good writing, keep going.
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I agree with the others here. Take the Guardian (the Gargolye) with you, start at the 'bottom' and work you way up....
As I am fresh out of Idearium....I'll come back when my brain and Idearium supply is refreshed.
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Chapter six – Twisted tunnels
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“This is a room of small, twisty passages, all alike” – Zork*
Richard went forward and placed his hands on the gargoyle. “Hmm…” Richard hummed to himself. Rai and Surtum sensed power flowing. The gargoyle twisted around. “What do you think you’re doing? Get out of my head!”
After a few more minutes of the gargoyle’s screams of pain and Richard’s humming, Richard pulled away. “It’s no use. She controls the passageways.”
“She?” Fredrick and Thurgo were convinced that the gargoyle had no gender.
“Oh really?” Surtum growled, and in a lightning-fast move, plucked the gargoyle off the ground and held her beneath his right front foot, quite ready to crush her into gravel. The gargoyle resumed her fervent screaming.
“Now, gargoyle, you can do one of two things. You can be crushed into gravel so that we can pass by easily without your interference…”
She screamed again.
“Or if you ask nicely, I’ll let you up, under the conditions that you guide us safely to the surface.”
The gargoyle nodded as well as she could and continued her screaming, but this time she formed words. “Anything! Just don’t kill me, please!”
Surtum let up on the gargoyle, which gratefully ran out from underneath the dragon to her normal post. “Right, the way you want to go is-”
Rai cut the gargoyle off. “Do you think we trust you? You’re coming with us.”
“To the surface?! I can’t do that! Nothing from Below can go Above!”
Surtum and Rai lifted their front right legs about three feet, hoping the gargoyle would get the message.
She did, and signaled as such with a gulping noise. She then turned around and began walking towards a tunnel entrance, with the group of adventurers following. Dinranwen paused only a moment to pick up a piece of the gargoyle that had snapped off, and then followed the rest.
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Some time later down the tunnel, the band** of adventurers heard muffled voices. “Shh!” Cheri quickly whispered. “Rai, you’ve lived down here your whole life, what could be making those noises?”
Rai listened for a moment. “Drow. This is not good. They’re coming down this tunnel looking for the way to the surface so that their war plans can commence. We have to hide!”
Thurgo was skeptical. How does one hide one dragon, let alone two? Rai’s movements became much more agitated until she finally said, “I must flee! If I am caught it will only be the worse for the dragons down Below!” She barreled down one fork of the tunnel, which the gargoyle quickly made completely safe from Drow. Surtum quickly followed Rai, in much the same manner that Thugo obeyed Cheri.
Din could vaguely make out two dark forms at the end of the tunnel. Richard snapped his fingers, and the resulting glow revealed two tall lanky forms that had the pointed ears of elves, but pale gray skin, along with black hair. They were also coated with what looked like deadly weaponry. “You are now prisoners of Utha Gardon, and you will follow us.”
“But-” Cheri began.
“No talking! Prisoners and slaves speak only when spoken to! Now come, before we are forced to kill you early.”
Richard laid one hand on Cheri’s shoulder and another on Din’s shoulder. Richard’s voice echoed in their minds. Touch Fredrick, the gargoyle, and Thurgo.
The ladies quickly did just that. Now let’s go with them for now. Let’s see what happens when a wild mage lets his magic loose in their underground city.
The group nodded solemnly and walked forward. One Drow got behind the gargoyle as he began to bring up the rear. “Hey, now, aren’t you the gargoyle that controls these tunnels?”
She nodded weakly. Both Drow smiled. “Oh, the Matron Mother will reward us mightily for this one. Ten surface female slaves each, I imagine.”
“Indeed,” The Drow in front replied. “But first, we must bring it to her. Come, prisoners!”
The group walked forward into the darkness and gloom. After a short while, a pair of huge city gates loomed from out of the sheer rock wall. One guard was there, and he nodded at the Drow that had the group captive. “Prisoners?”
“Better,” the Drow in the rear replied while kicking the gargoyle forward. “The gargoyle.”
The guard hastily opened the gates. The scene before the group was one of immeasurable beauty. It was a huge cavern filled with stalactites and stalagmites the size of the mountains that had enclosed the Glade of the Gods. Carved from the rocks themselves were statues depicting ancient scenes of battle and moments from history captured forever. Buildings were nowhere to be seen at this point in time.
The Drow brought the group forward onto a mysterious rune etched into the floor. There was a jerking sensation, and then they were inside one of the massive stalactites, standing on a similar rune. Buildings clung to the rock wall for support. All of them were shaped like stalagmites, except for one that was shaped curiously like a dome structure. Statues adorned it in much the same fashion as they did outside the stalactite. Two Drow walked up to talk to the two Drow that had captured the group. “Prisoners that require transportation, then?”
“Yes,” one of their Drow replied, “But we’ll be taking this one to the Matron.” And with that, the Drow that had captured the group surprisingly picked up the gargoyle and walked off with her without any weight issues. The other two Drow marched the prisoners to small stone cages and locked them up. The group couldn’t even sit down, the cages’ small size wouldn’t allow them to do anything but stand. Cheri began to cry in despair. “What are we going to do? Our situation is hopeless!”
Dinranwen thought and brought out the small golden frog statue. She tapped it three times like before, and it animated like before. “Now what?” CrunchyFrog asked.
“Can you get us out of here?” Dinranwen pleaded.
CrunchyFrog turned his eyes to the lock and let out a large croak. The lock evaporated, allowing Dinranwen out so that she could unlock the others. CrunchyFrog muttered, something about being disturbed, and settled back down inside Dinranwen’s pocket. The group looked at each other. Richard then said, “I can try making us invisible to the Drow.”
The group shared a collective gulp as Richard cast the spell. Nothing about them changed to their eyes. “Is this supposed to mean anything?” Thurgo was skeptical again.
“We’re invisible to Drow eyes. We shouldn’t see anything if the magic is working properly. Let’s get to the temple and rescue Eirra.”
“Eirra? That thing has a name?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t say it too often. She doesn’t like it.”
The group quickly walked out of the prison and looked for the temple. Drow in the streets took one look and fled screaming down alleyways and into buildings.
“Richard, I don’t think we’re invisible. Quite the opposite.”
“Hmmm…” Richard hummed to himself, thinking what could have gone wrong. He cast a modified version of the same spell so that they could see what they looked like. Instead of a ragtag group of adventurers, Richard saw a group of demonic beings. Everyone glanced at the turquoise demon, whose cheeks flushed bright red.
“Sorry.”
Fredrick was quick to take advantage of this opportunity. “You, Drow, we are lost. Which way to your temple? We have business with the Matron.”
The poor Drow pointed in one direction with a rather shaking hand. “I-I-It’s the big round building, you can’t miss it.”
The group of demonic creatures lumbered off towards the temple, leaving the poor Drow to faint, which he promptly did, falling down in a puddle of his own bodily substances.
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“Shh, stop poking!”
“You stop! Your armor is worse than anything!”
The spell had worn off by this point and replaced with a normal invisibility spell. The group was inside the temple, and it was quite a sight. The walls were made of carved obsidian, and long flowing script covered the walls. Statues were at four points on the floor, which was supported by struts over a red pool. Cheri didn’t want to think about what that pool was made of. The Matron, an older female Drow, and several of her assistants were gathered around Eirra in a circle that was about half the size of the floor. Eirra was lying on the floor and whimpering with pain.
“Richard, what are they doing to her?”
Richard closed his eyes and tried to unobtrusively observe the magic that was flowing between the Drow priestesses. It was drawing its strength from the pool below, and its target was…
Richard snapped his eyes open. “They’re trying to learn her true name so that they can order her to make a tunnel to the surface. Failing that, they’re going to extract her ability from her and use it themselves. They intend to kill all the aboveground elves, followed shortly by all humanity that they can reach. They’ve already devised a system for surviving in sunlight, all they need is access, which is what Eirra was designed to prevent. Now she’s in their clutches. We have to rescue her!”
“How?” Thugo asked skeptically again.
*An online game that is text-based. Yes, I am a nerd, sue me.
**They were anything but merry.
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So the gargoyle is captive of devious Drow that want to rule the world! How do we save her? DO we save her? My Idearium ran out, so I don't know! Get suggesting!
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Say "PLUGH!"
Seriously, rescue her. We need to get to the surface.
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Get out, find the dragons. Cast an invisibility spell on them too. Sneak the dragons in and get them to blow fire on the Matron and whoever tried to fight them. If they are all invissible it would be eaier to win.
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Rescue the Gargolye of course.
However I disgree with Tramp about Rai and Surtum...there simply would not be enough time to go and retieve the two dragons and then return to save the Gargolye.
So....how about using CruchFrog again?
Or failing that...the various items I'm sure I (Din) have in my pockets somewhere?
Or perhaps use your invisibilty to your advantage.....
One of them....don't ask me who I get confused easily....can distract the priestess drawing their attention elsewhere.
Richard can caste the invisibilty spell on the Gargolye, and the guy with the sword his hand (whatever his name is) can go and retieve her....leaving the others to distract the prietess as everyone starts running towards the nearest exit.
Ohh...and possible indrgredents to add to your list: The Tears of the Nightshade Flower, Flour, Baking Soda, the skin of a newtfrog, feathers of a turtle dove, and an old fashion quill pen.
(The Tears of the Nightshade being a sleep potion...don't ask how I know...the Flour for thicknening, baking soda for rise, the skin of a newtfrog for warts/nausea/motion sickness, feathers of a turtle dove for an unlike love attraction doomed to failure, and a quill pen because as the saying goes The Pen is mighter than the Sword.)
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Stratagems noted, supplies added, and so far we have three people saying "Go rescue Eirra!"
All in one day too. Any other opinions out there?
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I don't run away...
Could the dragons be lurking in the vacinity? If not I say split up with a couple of the party members trying to distract the matron and drow and a couple of others getting the gargoyle back.
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Maybe the sword can somehow remember a spell that his mum used on him when he was little to make him go to sleep. Then they can put them all to sleep and save Eirra.
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I voted!
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I am highly caffeinated as of right now, and as such, here is your chapter!
Ignore the coffee stains on it.
Chapter Seven - Surface! Surface!
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The Wrath Of Hags
Fredrick looked over to where Eirra was lying down on the ground. "Not too difficult," He said, and began walking towards the Matron.
"What are you doing?" Dinranwen hissed. "The moment you get close to Eirra, they'll know!"
"Ah." Fredrick paused behind one of the priestesses. "But what if they weren't concentrating on the spell? Richard, do you think you could make us look like demons in a few minutes?"
Richard nodded bemusedly. Fredrick grinned. "Come on then, ladies and gentlemen. It's time to have some fun." And with that, Fredrick picked up a priestess and threw her into the pool below. There was a loud and long shriek, followed by a plopping noise and an acidic hiss.
The other priestesses immediately looked up, and in that instant the spell was broken. Thurgo, ever the one to try and win Cheri's heart, ran towards Eirra and tried to drag her out. He had just reached Eirra and was beginning to poke her in the right direction, Raven protesting as loudly as he dared. However, in that instant, Richard's spell was done, and the group appeared as demons to the priestesses, who immediately fell on their knees. The Matron looked up. "High Lords from Far Below, we did not know of Your coming."
Fredrick began to implement his plan with a deep booming voice. "As well as you shouldn't have. We will be taking this gargoyle with us."
The Matron looked shocked. "But we planned to use her to bring about a thousand years of darkness up Above!"
"Yes, and your clumsy ways of extracting information would have failed, leaving us most displeased. We have finer, much more pleasing methods that we will use, before, and after, she gives us what we want. Then we will tell you the secret to going Above, in exchange for your eternal servitude."
"Yes, my Lords. Shall I choose one of my own to accompany you now to the Far Below?"
Fredrick could see trouble ahead, and began an illusion spell tied with an invisibility spell so that their escape route would be covered. Richard continued his silly speaking which would likely get them all killed, while Dinranwen and Cheri began to shuffle unobtrusively towards the door. Thurgo stayed put, trying to get Eirra to move, which she wasn't doing anytime soon, not with demons about. "Yes, pick out one that has never served you well. We shall make her loyal before long. Though whether or not she returns is up to her."
The Matron nodded and pointed at the pool below. "You already got rid of the worst one, my Lords. The next worse one is her."
The Matron pointed a long yellowed fingernail at a particularly shapely priestess. Of course, all Drow females are particularly shapely, but this one seemed to catch Fredrick's eye moreso than not. "Good. We shall leave as soon as she comes closer."
The priestess in question gave out a low moan and shuffled closer to Fredrick. Cheri and Dinranwen also moved in, sensing a plan. Richard let loose his spell, and suddenly demonic creatures, gargoyle, and priestess all vanished in a flash of flames, which soon vanished to leave behind...
Nothing.
The small group quickly made their way to the door. Eirra moved freely now, and Fredrick dragged the priestess along behind him. Everybody moved at a brisk pace towards the doors, which were still open for some unknown reason. They made their way silently, albeit hastily, towards the teleportation rune that they came in by, and from there made their way quite quickly into the maze of tunnels. Only then, when the invisibility spell wore off, did anyone stop.
"I have no idea who you are, but I'm going back there to fetch the entire city to kill you all!" The priestess that they had kidnapped was understandably upset.
Fredrick sighed. "If you leave these tunnels, then you'll never find us again. Right, gargoyle?"
Eirra nodded. "I'll lay down a maze so thick that any Drow entering it will be lost for centuries before finally being ejected even further Down Below."
"So you see, miss-"
"The name is Raimah," the Priestess cut in.
"Raimah, then. You can leave either the way you came in, if the gargoyle allows it..."
Eirra smiled sadistically, which Raimah took to be a 'no.'
"...Or you could come with us."
Raimah gulped. She had never liked the city or being Below. She always wanted to see the Above-world, not conquer, burn, and destroy it. She would have everything to gain...
"I'm in, then. We are going Above, right?"
Thurgo nodded. "If we can get up now. Can we?"
Eirra concentrated. The tunnel ahead of them shifted into place with a sound like an earthquake. White light filtered down from somewhere, most likely Above.
"Um, not to be nitpicky..." Cheri started, "But where's Surtum? And Rai?"
Eirra concentrated again. "They made it Above. Beyond that, I don't know. We should get going."
Everyone dutifully began to walk up the slope of the tunnel, with Thurgo keeping close to Cheri, as per his usual. Fredrick usually spent his time trying to talk to Richard, but this time found himself oddly drawn to Raimah...
Helga came to. She groaned and made a mental note: Never add DragonSand again, at least, not that much in one go! Helga began to pace her hut, and then remembered her brew. She took one look at it and screamed. The morsels had survived! Then she pondered...
Helga paced her hut, picking out likely ingredients to add. Finally, she selected four. "And now, my pretties, your troubles will finally begin! Unfortunately, this will mean your end! Eheeheehee! Feathers from a turtledove! Boiling Blood! And Plague-Flies to feast on what is to come! And to top it all off, I add in...
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Coffee = goooooood.
So. Surtum and Rai made it to the surface, that much we know. Do we know if they're alive or not? Well, you probably do!
Plus: Does anything await our team of...*Counts* Eight souls on their surfacing? If so, what?
And what do those ingredients do? I have a vague Idea or two, but I love to hear from you! More attentive readers will note that I pulled them directly from my Litany of Stuff, the ever-growing list that it is.
But most importantly...
What is the final ingredient, and what does it do?
All suggestions will be written down, and eventually used if I get around to it. Nobody really loses...
So. Get suggesting...
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I say the flowers of the Turtledove bring unexpected friends to our aid...the dryads most likely. But the boiling blood sends other foes our way, countering any good the dryads might have done.
As for the plauge flies...those will bring sickness to weak party members, forcing us to travle slowly and become weaker.
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Well...to answer all your questions:
1.) Of course Surtum and Rai are alive. And well, and probably comfortable too...*giggles and then ducks the swipe from Rai*
2.) See answer to question number 4.
3.) The Feathers of a turtle for an unlikely love doomed to failure from the start. Boiling Blood for unreasonably kindled rath, hatred, and jealously. Plague flies that produce actually flies or anything else that's small annoying and flies, that feast off emotions.
4.) The Final Indregient will be the scale of zycon (yes I made that up!), a Zycon being a creature that loves to create mischief and so acheive it's own ends. A frequent companion of Emo Flies(see number 3), this beast is the incarnation of what happens when you combine the feathers of a turtle dove and boiling blood. The Zycon is a scalling four legged creature much like a blood hound only larger and purple. A Zycon can turn invisible and likes to create trouble by stirring all the troblesome emotions of the human heart. Singly resonsible for what happen to Helen and the City of Troy, these beast is deadly and mischievous. It's favorite occupation is getting humans to kill each other so it can eat them afterwards without having to trouble itself.
5.) The Zycon and the hord of Emo flies having already caused trouble in some way admist Sautrum and Rai, will be awaiting our eight when the reach the surface.**
I can't wait for the chaos to start. *pulls up a fluffy shadow chair and dark chocalate popcorn to wait for the next chapter*
**Of course all of this is only a suggestion...
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IM. Please PM me if you wish this SGame to be promoted. It has passed the Head Eaters review, but you haven't written a chapter for nearly a month.
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I think most of them should be alive. But one of them could die. I don't know who and I'm not sure about the rest yet, I quite like the ideas already sugested.
*waits for next chapter*
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Real Life: The bane of many an IFian. Fortunately, I have managed to cut out a very large time-consuming part of my Real Life, just to bring you this chapter. I didn't really need to sleep anyways...
Chapter 8 - All's fair in love...
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Doom, doom, doom...
Helga seized a large mallet and thrust it into the cauldron, along with her other ingredients. "This ought to knock some sense into you! Now you won't mess with me, my morsels! Eheeheehee!"
The cauldron simmered, then bubbled viciously as it digested this latest addition...
"Light! Glorious light! Oh merciful gods, this is the best thing ever!"
Thurgo was, to say the least, pleased at the sudden wash of sunlight on his face. Everyone else in the party shared in his sentiment if not the enthusiasm contained therein. They managed to drag themselves out of the tunnel and collapse on the nearby ground, exhausted from their ordeal below. They were tired, still slightly chilly despite the sun, hungry, and thirsty. Suddenly Cheri brightened. "Oh Thurgo, my sweet..."
Thurgo came obediently to her side much like an actual dog would. If he had been one, his tail would be wagging and he would be barking in excitement. Needless to say, he was quite excited at the prospect of earning favor with Cheri. "Yes, O sparkling goddess?"
"Would you be so kind as to locate some food and water for these gentle ladies? Perhaps your friends could help you?"
"At once, milady!" Thurgo practically dragged Richard and Fredrick with him in the search for food. Meanwhile Dinranwen, Cheri, Raimah, and Erria sighed in relief. "How do you do that?" Raimah asked.
Cheri giggled. "He's infatuated with me for some reason. It sometimes hinders me, because I don't quite return the feelings, but it does prove useful. Think: if he didn't adore me as much as he did, then we'd be gathering food and water ourselves!"
"The horror!" Dinranwen interjected, and the women all fell to giggling. Eirra looked confused. "I don't understand."
The three women looked at her with expressions of horror. "What?"
"I don't understand what's going on here."
"You mean, you've been a gargoyle for...how long?"
"A thousand years or so, I lost count."
"And you don't understand the powers we have over men?"
"I'm basically a golem, there's nothing more here than a mind with what I was given and stone."
The three women gave shark-like grins, two of which could be seen. "Oh dear, we'll have to educate you then. We should have plenty of time to do so adequately before they get back..."
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Thurgo was looking at a bush. Those berries looked familiar, but he noticed how other animals had left the bush, and it's leavings, alone, so he did so as well. "Find anything yet?"
"Hah!" There was a shout from Richard, a red flash, a small thump and moaning noise, then nothing. Thurgo worked his way towards Richard, wondering what the disturbance was, and getting a sight indeed.
A deer lay dead before him, killed without leaving a mark on it's body. He carefully poked it with the front of his leather boot and got no response. "Okay, how'd you manage this with Wild Magic?"
"Well, actually," Richard sort of clucked, and Thurgo turned around, noting what looked to be a chicken's beak and white feathers sporadically dotting his flesh.
Thurgo couldn't help it, he laughed for all he was worth, with Fredrick growing slowly redder and somehow managing to cast a menacing glare, which didn't help matters. "It ought to wear off in a half hour or so," he stated.
"Yeah, until then, we ought to stay away from the women, otherwise they might mistake YOU as dinner!"
Richard couldn't help, at this he joined in the laughter. "Well, how'd you do on the dessert?" he asked while wiping tears from his eyes.
Thugo shrugged. "Everything seems to be poisonous. I'm going to see if I can't find Fredrick, or failing that, the stream he was supposed to find."
The stream was located in short order, a small babbling brook which almost sounded like it could make intelligent conversation, and as such, would be a decent sleep aid and water source. Fredrick came into view later and volunteered to go fetch the women while Thurgo went off to find dessert, possibly on the other side of the stream. Richard commenced lugging the deer towards their newfound campsite, a small clearing in the woods just downstream of where they were, and began looking about for materials for a fire. While he could have started one up magically, he didn't wish to accelerate the process of becoming a chicken.
Thurgo had gone upstream when a sight for sore eyes met his eyes. A black-and-red blur was chasing a bright blue blur in midair before landing some distance from him with a small thumping noise and a cloud of dust sifting outwards. He hurried towards the impact point, hoping that his gut instinct was right.
He happened upon Surtum and Rai, the two dragons who had managed to escape from down Below, and they seemed to be rather at ease with each other's presence. "Hey! Man, I'm glad I found you two! We'd been wondering where you'd gotten to!"
Rai whipped her head around and nodded at Thurgo. "It might have been boring yesterday, but as night fell, we began to reveal more and more about ourselves to each other. Frankly, I was surprised that the age-old prophecy still held power over my family's lineage."
"Prophecy?" Thurgo was bemused. Rai simply nodded again and continued.
"It was from long ago, when the First Dragon of Fire met the First Dragon of Earth. There was much to-do about it in the natural world, but when the two went to an old hag famous for her prophecies, she gave them this: You are well suited for each other, but alas, your offspring shall only marry royalty, until finally, when the final heir is born many eons hence, she will unite all four Elemental Dragons."
Thurgo looked over to Surtum. "You mean...?"
Surtum tried to dig his front right foot into the dirt and look down in self-perceived shame, and got out, "Yeah...my mother is the Queen of Water and my father is the Lord of Air...I wasn't too happy being down Below, but if I hadn't gone, I wouldn't have gotten to meet this wonderful creature." He lightly nipped at her wing.
"And if you hadn't come, then the prophecy would have driven me to you. You know the way these things work." She playfully nipped back.
Thurgo was torn between telling them to get a room, asking them if there was any vegetation nearby that wasn't poisonous, and telling them to follow him back to the others, when he heard a low chanting.
"Nod solus finis resquiem..." It sounded like. He didn't get to inquire as to what it meant when suddenly, everything went dark. A pair of heavily robed hands caught him before he hit the ground.
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Richard and Fredrick had managed to lead the ladies back to their campsite. For some odd reason, they all had vaguely smug looks on their faces. By this time, the chicken feathers and beak had worn off, and Fredrick began carving up the deer. Richard noticed that Eirra was slightly closer to him than normal and was watching him out of the corner of her eye. He knew because he kept catching her, and she pretended like she had been looking at something else.
Eventually Cheri voiced the question that was on everyone's minds: "Where's Thurgo? He ought to be back by now."
Richard and Fredrick were about to reply when they all heard chanting. "Nod solus finis resquiem..."
Richard felt the power behind that chant and managed to keep it from influencing him. However, the others were not so lucky and promptly hit the ground snoring, so he figured he'd do so as well, just to see what was happening and if he could help prevent anything worse than a sleep spell.
Several voices spoke up. "She'd make an excellent candidate for the Darkness, and he's better at Light than the one we currently have."
"Good. Take them all then. I don't want any witnesses, and that one looks like a mage. Obviously not very good if he can't fight our incantation, but he still might make trouble for us. The others...Well, if worse comes to worse, we can find...uses...for them."
There was an evil chuckling, then one knelt down by Richard. "M'lord! The mage is still awake!"
The chant was repeated quickly, with more power behind it, and Richard succumbed to unconsciousness.
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Richard woke up. Ow, his head...it felt as though someone had taken a large stone hammer to it. He opened his eyes, and noticed the bars of a cage. He tried moving his arms and legs, and felt nothing broken. He then tried moving, and despite initial sluggishness from getting up out of a weird position, he felt fine. He looked about his cage, and quickly backed up to the edge.
He'd been knocked out and laid out on top of Eirra. And was now in the same cage as her. This could not be good. For one, he was slightly suspicious of her intentions towards him. And for two, anything that could cause a mage to sleep, much less a golem, could only be trouble.
His actions caused her to wake up, though, and she looked about dazedly. "Huh? Where are we?"
"I don't know, but I'm not sticking around to find out," An oddly familiar, but not quite, voice piped up. Richard looked over to find Dinranwen and Thurgo, sans Raven the sword attached to his hand, in the next cage over. Cheri was in a cage that made a perfect triangle with the other two. The source of the voice was shown to be CrunchyFrog, the ever-present golden frog deity. He was sitting in Dinranwen's palm, and as he croaked, a large portion of the bars melted away.
"Come on," Richard said after dusting himself off. "We've got to find the others."
"What others?" Eirra piped up.
"They've got Fredrick and Raimah somewhere, along with someone else. You didn't think this was a random act, did you? No, these guys have a plan, I'm sure, and we just happened to get caught in the cross-fire. If we leave, it won't make a difference, but if we stay, we can do some damage. CrunchyFrog, if you could turn into something other than that form, it'd be most helpful."
CrunchyFrog cast a baleful eye at Richard before shimmering. He gained size, weight, and began blurring at the edges. Dinranwen quickly put him down, and from the shimmering golden orb that CrunchyFrog had become, a large golden frog, about six feet high and built like a human, stepped forth. "Better?" he croaked.
"Yes. Now come on and let's find them." The group fanned out, though not too far as to be past whispering range of another. They quickly came upon a clearing where an odd sight met their eyes.
In front of a large altar was what looked to be a huge fly, roughly human sized, but shaped like anything but. In what could most accurately be described as a mob in front of him, other large flies and some humans milled about uncertainly. "It looks like they're waiting for something," Cheri whispered.
"Brothers!" The fly on the altar boomed, "Our wait is over!"
"Nice try," Thurgo whispered.
"Wait for what?" Eirra pondered.
"The time is nigh! Let all the world fear us now, as we have..." The fly paused dramatically. "THE ELEMENTS!"
With that, the fly gestured and opened up a large portal in the sky. Surtum and Rai thumped down, followed by Fredrick and Raimah, along with an unknown person dressed in mostly black and shades of black.
"The very foundations of this place will cower before us, as we now possess the means to destroy it all by activating...THE DOOM PROTOCOL!"
The small band of adventurers whispered to each other. "That can't be good."
"Earth and Water!" And at this, a small orb of brown shot out of Rai and a blue orb shout out of Surtum.
"Dark and Light!" A very black orb shot out of Raimah, and a very bright one out of Fredrick.
"Fire and Air!" A red orb came out of Rai, and an almost invisible one was ejected from Surtum.
"And...a sacrifice! None other than the legendary thief Raven himself, returned to human form after a hundred and one years, as our founder had foretold!"
By this time, the mob of flies and humans were accelerated to a fever pitch of insanity. Their dreams were nigh! Soon they would rule the earth!
The group looked at one another. What could they possibly do?
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Well, I dealt with my Real Life issues...mostly. I still have a little to do yet, but no worries. I'll get around to it tomorrow at about...noon.
You may have noted that there is no ingredient tossed in by Helga. My brain is overtaxed, so y'all will deal.
However, I figured the chance to end a world-destroying spell was too good to pass up, so I let you off easy this time in the Idearium department.
How DO they stop this Doom Protocol? I don't know. In our corner, we have a Wild Mage, a Gargoyle, a Druidess, a Sorceress, a Priest, and a golden frog deity. In their corner, they have a mob of flies and humans, along with the ability to blow the world up when they kill off Raven.
Raven'll probably die anyways, unless you lot want to save him. It's saving the world that matters!
How do we do it? Any thoughts welcome, though stupid ones are tossed out.
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*adds IM to list of people to hurt*
Well gee, maybe unleash some Wild Magic and hope that it doesn't hurt you as much as it hurts the others?
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Rescue Raven.
They've extracted the orbs, but without Raven they can do nothing. Rescue Raven and the world is saved from destruction. Our heroes may gain a regular pain in the arse tagging along with them for the next couple of chapters, maybe, but it may be interesting having a bad apple amongst the troops for a bit.
Oh, er, I suppose there is the obvious one... One giant frog - several giant flies... Frog is hungry... you get the picture. A possible diversion whilst the rescue is taking place maybe?
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*returns from the Shamless Advertisment thread to post suggestions* IM said there: | Quote: | | C'mon folks let's give Rai something to be mad about! |
*raises eyebrow* You really are sucidal aren't ya IM?
Anyway, Crunchy's suggestion seems to be the most obvious and funniest choice, but here some others straight from my twisted shadowy mind:
I agree that out of all the lot Raven needs to be saved.
No Raven=No World Destruction.
But perhaps we can free them all, hmm? It's worth a shot anyways.
So....
In a corner we have a Wild Mage who I'm sure can create a pretty districation say oh I don't know, A Giant Venis Fly-Trap perhaps. (Fake of course, but that should cause panic admist the flies!)
A Gargolye who probably has some influence over tunnels (we are underground aren't we?)...so have her create an escape root.
A druidess (I'm assuming that's Din....) who probably has something in her pockets to snap the captives out of there spell hold. The Socress could probably help her too....
A Priest (does he do anything?) who can help the pair of females set Rai, whathisdragonname, and the others.
A giant golden Frog diety who is very hungry.....well you get the picture.
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| Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:25 pm Post subject: |
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My  :
Richard could cause some random mayhem with his wild magic.
Frog eats flies thing.
The druidess steals the orbs with some magic trick-thingy.
The sorceress help Richard causing panic and destruction.
The gargoyle grab Raven and get out of there.
The priest wakes up all the unconcious people/dragons/drow.
Everyone runs away.
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I shall see about getting a poll up in the near future.
And then I shall write a large, epic battle scene in which the fate of the world hangs in the balance.
Then it shall be scrapped for a humor-filled scene.
Then I shall combine the two and add in some drivel, like now.
Anyway! So far, we're agreed on how we're going to save the world, that is, save Raven. But how do we go about it?
Options so far are...
Wild Magic gets it's debut!
The Orb-snatcher Druidess and her cohorts.
Who's the fastest Gargoyle on the block, then?
The Priest is rid of the sword, he can do something!
One Frog, many flies. And the frog is very, very hungry.
Suggestions and such for the next few days, if you don't mind. Then I'll go look for the right Idearium for this chapter. Preferably something in the 'someone else's' department.
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Or, you could combine all of them.
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I have wrestled with the mighty poll and managed to get it to stay for a little while, just the way I like it.
It shall not be here long, for soon, it will blow away in the wind, much like a Fable that has entered my pocket.
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| Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 11:06 pm Post subject: |
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Now the last option, I like!
*votes furiously for a chapter filled with action and utter mayhem*
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THE POLL IS UP FOR ONE MORE DAY ONLY!
After that, I'll be watching Lord of the Rings to get some ideas for epic battle scenes. Hmm...how does one create a tunnel out of nowhere?
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The last option for all the options...is winning.
*laughs madly* Let the chaos ensue....besides I can use a good battle scene.
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I drag myself from the realm of sleep, dreams, and Idearium to bring you this chapter. It took me a heck of a long time to even get everyone's role in the battle pinned, so you'd better enjoy it!
Chapter Nine - To arms! To arms!
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How to stop a Doom Protocol for dummies
"All right, we need to act fast," Richard said. "Eirra, you can create tunnels everywhere and anywhere, right?"
"Well, yes, but I don't see how-" she got out before she was interrupted.
"Just get over to Raven and get him down a tunnel, the others if you can manage it. We'll provide you with a distraction for as long as it takes."
"Um, beg pardon," Thurgo said, "But what distraction?"
Richard grinned. "To arms, my friends. To arms. A mob lies before us that requires our immediate and violent attention. Let's not deprive them of that any longer."
The others got the message and grinned evil smiles that would send demons running in fear. Richard and Thurgo rolled up their sleeves, while Dinranwen somehow did so without revealing her arms. Cheri brushed her long auburn hair back behind her head and arranged her dress just so. CrunchyFrog eyed the flies with a rather hungry look.
"Ready? On three, then. One, two, NOW!"
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CrunchyFrog jumped thirty feet into the air and landed in the middle of the mob of flies and humans. He let out a massive croak, and the bewildered* flies suddenly became human.
This rather depressed the golden frog deity. However, he noticed overtly large flies still hanging about the humans' heads, and they seemed to be buzzing an odd spell. Some of the humans began returning to their humanoid-fly state, and CrunchyFrog realized what was going on. Plague-Flies! They that take the bodies of the living to more easily feed off the dead! Oh, this would be a wonderful** battle that would earn him promotion from a Lesser God to one of the better ones!
CrunchyFrog grinned and let out another, more powerful croak, and his golden tongue darted out. Several Plague-Flies were caught and screamed*** as they were dragged into the stomach of the golden frog. He croaked again and moved on to another part of the mob.
*If flies can be said to look bewildered.
**And filling.
***It was more of a shrill buzzing.
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Richard was deeply entrenched, trying to win a battle of the mind. In his mind, he was sitting at a wide table, and his magic had taken form on the opposite side as a large misty mass that changed color, size, and appendages rapidly. "Look, I don't know why, but every time I use you, I get either the wrong thing, transformed, or some other form of backfire! You only obeyed me once, and that was when we were in dire peril!"
"Wrong." The magic had a strangely flat voice. "It was when I was in dire peril. I don't like being used. Think of it more as a friendship, or a transaction. If you want to use my power, then your goals have to align with mine. Otherwise, I may do as I darn well please."
Richard put his hands to his head. "How about we make a long-standing agreement?"
The mist pulsed once. "Explain."
"I want to be able to use your power when I need it or require it. You want to do something in return. How about whenever I use my magic, you alter something, but only after the dire need has passed? In this case, after I've helped with the mob of flies?"
"Interesting. I've never altered the future before..."
"Wait! No! I didn't mean it like-"
It was too late, the magic had seized upon the chance. "Yes, it shall work. Every time you use my power, I shall alter the future accordingly to make you or those around you a better person via some sort of drastic event."
"But if it's too drastic, then I may need to use your power again!"
"Funny how that works, isn't it? That's our agreement, you are now the first Wild Mage to have his magic semi-under control."
"But like you said, it's more of a friendship. I'll try to treat it like that."
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Richard snapped back to reality, the whole mental conversation having taken place in under a second. "Let's get to work," he said, and rolled up his sleeves. "Velox Ut Ira, Velox Actio!"
Fire and lightning burst from his hands and was aimed by his will at the humans below, for although they had been transformed back somehow, they still were for the destruction of the world.
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Cheri gathered her thoughts and cleared her mind. "I call upon the powers of the world and of nature...To use me as they see fit...To help save the world from those that would destroy it, I ask for power enough to save the world, should they grant it."
Silence. Nothing, for a moment or two. Then a large Presence filled her mind.
I will use you, little one, for you are faithful to me and have been your whole life.
She felt magical power flow through her veins. The nearby plant life responded to the Presence she now contained within her, and vines grew up and around her body, molding themselves to create a perfect outfit. Her hair turned green, and her eyes blazed golden. She lifted an arm and pointed at the orbs the Plague-Fly Magician had extracted.
"Primal forces, heed my call, return unto the mother of you all."
The orbs moved, jumping quickly from the Magician's control to that of Cheri's. The Magician turned and his insectoid eyes blazed from a red that came from blood to a black that came from an answering evil Presence. "Nature, you shouldn't have come."
"Like Hades I wouldn't, Destruction!" The Presence said through Cheri.
"How sweet. However, I have not the time for this. Forces, heed me, return to the one that extracted you! Return to my pawn!"
The orbs stopped midway between the two bickering Presences, unsure of which way to go.
"So that's how it's going to be, eh?" Nature began summoning power from somewhere, Cheri knew not where, even though she was the host body. She began to glow green and gold, the aura encouraging plant life to swell rapidly into over-mature states.
"Yes," Destruction replied, "That's how it's going to be." The Magician became obscured in the shadowy power that was being called forth. Nearby life withered and died under it's touch.
The two titans of power prepared to fight...
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Thurgo lifted his hands in prayer. "Oh mighty Light Gods of up Above, I know I am no more than a humble Monk, not worthy of Priesthood. I have ever served You faithfully, and only wished to ascend when I died. However, now in the hour of need, I find I must call upon You, for my own strength is not enough, I fear. If You will grant me a boon of power, I would use it righteously to defend all that is good in this world by smiting those that would rejoice in it's destruction. If You see fit to deprive me of anything in recompense, I shall understand and not mind, for the world would be saved, and that is all that matters to me now. I thank You. Amen."
Thurgo kept his head bowed for a few seconds in respect, then drew his walking stick and moved towards the mob after hearing no reply from the Light Gods. No sooner had he taken two steps than his staff changed into a sword of fire, and a second one appeared in his other hand. He heard a reply then. You have ever served Us faithfully, and We lend you these swords as a token of Our trust. You need not bloody them, merely point at those that require smiting, and We shall do the rest.
Thurgo replied in the same fashion. I thank You, for Your generosity knows no bounds.
Thurgo made a broad arc at the mob, and pillars of fire descended from on high and struck those in front, charring them into so much ash, bones and all. Thurgo set his face and charged forward, letting no sign of fear show on his face as he smote his enemy, one after another.
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Dinranwen rummaged in her robes. "Demon scale, Demon scale, always powdered Demon scale and Newt eyes. Where did I put that Demon scale? I should have a few off of that troll-thing...Aha!" Din pulled a vial of red powder out and peered* at it. She then pulled out another vial of blue powder, and a third one of gray powder, and repeated her peering. "I'm not sure which one is Demon, which one is Dragon, and which one is Gargoyle! I guess I'll find out!"
Din mixed the three together in minute amounts, tossed them into the air, and recited a spell. "By my powers as a Sorceress, I command forth a Demon to do my bidding!"
A summoning circle, complete with red glowing runes and interlocking circles, formed in front of her. The runes blazed, the circles whirled, a flaming portal opened up, and an entity formed. What she got wasn't what she wanted. She was hoping for a big flaming demonic entity that would scare anybody who saw it into a gibbering wreck.
What she got was a huge stone statue of a dragon that was, somehow, on fire. It vaguely resembled Surtum in a way, but it was made of the same stone that Eirra looked to be made out of. It turned to her and made a derisive noise that sounded like boulders smashing together.
"Yes, I know, it's probably very uncomfortable. However, if you could kindly go over there and dismember a few dozen humans, I'll end the spell."
The thing screeched again, bobbing it's head in a familiar 'yes' pattern. Din thrust a hand out, breaking the circles, but not dispelling the portal. This way, the summoned creature could go out and cause mayhem and still return home. It promptly did just that, going over to the mob and staining it's stone muzzle with red blood and interestingly colored organs. Din perked up. She didn't have a human spleen in that particular shade of purple...
*Nobody could tell, as nobody could see her face.
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Eirra was running. If she had been anything but stone, she would have been tired and out of breath by now. The sounds of battle reached her ears, but she paid them no heed. She had to get to Raven and the others and create a tunnel that would lead them to safety. Of course, anywhere would be safer than near a battlefield. Whatever the others were doing, it was distracting the flies long enough for her.
She got to the unconscious captives, confirmed they were still alive, and closed her eyes, reciting a prayer. "O lords of the earth, hear me, and grant my plea if it pleases you. Of your kind will, create a tunnel that will lead me and all of these living ones near me somewhere safer than here."
There was a rumbling noise, one similar to an earthquake. Suddenly, the earth opened up beneath Eirra, and with an almost inaudible cry, she, Surtum, Rai, Fredrick, Raimah, and Raven vanished into the inky darkness. A second later, the earth closed up after them.
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Thurgo whipped his swords about, accidentally pointing one at Din's demonic portal for a fraction of a second...
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CrunchyFrog whipped his head about, sensing impending doom. Power from Above was going towards a portal that led Below...and Below was answering with a thrust of it's own. The definition of Apocalypse was upon them! He jumped quickly, putting his own body beneath the two warring powers, and crying out in pain. His feet kept the power from Below below, and his arms kept the power from Above above. Jolts of energy from both sets coursed through his body, bringing about renewed pain. The cry jolted everyone that heard it, allowing the Magician to seize the orbs from Cheri.
"Hahahahah! Your doom is nigh! Now all I need is that perfect sacrifice..." The Magician turned to find Raven, and all the others for that matter, curiously gone. "Nooooo! What did you do with them?!"
Nobody answered him, as they were focusing on CrunchyFrog's golden body keeping the powers of Heaven and Hell separated. "I can't hold it much longer!" CrunchyFrog gasped.
"I'll teleport us away!" Richard replied.
"No, leave me! If they combine like this, then...There's no telling what'll happen!"
Richard nodded. "Where are Eirra and the others?"
CrunchyFrog concentrated. "They're outside a small kingdom...it's far enough away...Go quickly!"
"No!" Din replied. "I can't abandon you like this! I am your High Priestess, there must be something I can do!"
CrunchyFrog smiled. "My dear, I may yet become a god worthy of your being a High Priestess to. It is this kind of sacrifice that garners favor in the higher realms...Everyone, farewell!"
Richard wove the spell, bending his thoughts towards Eirra, and let loose the power. CrunchyFrog considered for a moment as how best to handle this situation...
CrunchyFrog merged the Air and Earth orb, along with the Water and Fire ones and the Dark and Light ones. He kept them like that briefly, then separated them and sent them back to where they had come from. He then pondered how to deal with the power pushing up and down on him...
He pushed upwards with his powerful arm muscles and allowed the dark power from Below to hit him. Briefly, it transformed him into a demonic version of his golden self, before the power from Above smote him. He cried out in pain and exploded outwards, creating a golden shock wave that swept over what remained of the cult and turning them into sand, leaving the plants, earth, and air unaffected.
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Far away, Richard and the others stumbled as they appeared in a forest outside a kingdom they were unfamiliar with. Although, with the two dragons there, it was becoming a lot more familiar by the second.
And then they saw a bright golden flash in the distance.
Din wept for the loss of CrunchyFrog, and the others that were conscious stayed by her side, willing to console her should she wish it.
In the end, they all agreed to camp for the night and set out for the capital city the next morning, once Richard had broken the sleep spells laid down by the cult on their companions.
The night was uneventful, and Eirra kept watch, seeing as she was a golem and did not need most physical things such as sleep. A traveler passed by. "Ho, strangers, what be your business in the kingdom of Barrington?"
Eirra replied, "We have none as of yet, for we are travelers as much as you. Many of our kind have ailments or problems of some sort, but for now we travel along, enjoying the company and the journey."
The traveler nodded. "There are few who can say the same in this day and age."
Eirra then made a small inquiry. "In which way would we find the capitol city?"
The traveler eyed up the dragons behind Eirra. "As long as not all of you go there, then you will be fine. The city of Davensford, the capitol, lies but an hour down this road, in the direction that I journey. The king Verick the Mighty and his twin sons live there. Should you pay a visit, let them know that you have the favor of Harold."
The traveler continued, whistling a merry tune. Eirra stored the information away for a later day.
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"Eheeheehee! So one king and two sons, eh? Where is it, where is it..." Helga rummaged around, looking for one item in particular.
"There it is, my lovelies! A solitary wedge!" Helga held her prize up and wondered how she could make one item do all that she wanted, and then grinned. She painted one side white, the other black, and poisoned the tip. She dropped it in, watching it bubble away, targeting the city of Davensford, but more importantly, the king and his sons...
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Richard awoke the next day and lazily absorbed the energies of the sleep spell that had the others into his own being. With luck, this would result in a few minutes more sleep for himself.
He had no luck.
"Come out and fight like men, you stinking thieves! Back-stabbers! Cowards!" Thurgo's and Rai's joint cry of anger filled the forest, shaking Richard out of his bed and dream-land rather quickly.
Eirra turned around and looked at the newly awakened group, either suddenly from enchantments or instantly from dragon bellowing. "Calm down you lot, we dealt with them a while ago. I have a few tidbits of information that I think you'll find interesting."
The band paid attention. "We're in the kingdom of Barrington, an hour from the city of Davensford, where the king Verick rules with two sons."
Raven sat up. "Davensford, you say? I had m' own guild in Davensford a hun'red years ago, I won'er if they'll remem'er me?"
"A guild of what?" Din suddenly questioned.
"Why, wha' else, m'lady? A guild o' assassins, thieves, an' smugglers. All kept nice an' tidy, though, never did no slaves, and har'ly did anythin' too illegal."
"Indeed," Din muttered after she deciphered what Raven had said. "Well, in any case, that sounds like a good as place as any to go visit."
"However," Surtum rumbled, "My father dwells above here, and my mother just offshore. I think it's time I took Rai to meet them and inform them of our decision." And with that, Surtum and Rai winged off into the horizon.
The remaining adventurers looked at one another, realizing the sudden loss of three people severely cut back on their firepower, especially when two were dragons and one was a golden frog god. However, they turned towards the road. "Which way?" Richard asked, and Eirra led on.
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An hour later, the group stood before the gates to Davensford. "Hail, travelers, what be your business in Davensford?" The city guard asked them.
"Oh, not much," Richard replied, realizing it was true and that they continued to travel for the sheer company of it. "Maybe look at the market, the mage's guild, that sort of thing."
The guard shook his head. "All closed today, for this is King Verick's funeral. He died in the night, leaving no indication as to which one of his sons should rule the kingdom after him. The city is split in two as to who should rule. Prince Jeremy is a kind soul who always helps out his citizens, but Prince Joshua is an evil boy, who takes delight in the darkness of men's souls. He is greedy, he is torturous..."
The other guard coughed loudly, snapping the first one out of his rambling. "Don't tell them of that!"
"Er, sorry. Anyway, everything is closed until the issue of the new ruler is decided."
Richard had his mind invaded by an oddly familiar presence. He recognized it after a few seconds; it was his magic. "What is it?"
"This is what you will do. You will find out which one is which, and you will have him declared ruler."
Richard shrugged off the slight interlude and waved. "Well, let's stick around then, the city is bound to liven up once that's decided. Come on, my friends."
Once they were safely in the city walls, Richard began to lead the way to the palace, an odd tugging feeling leading him in the right direction. The others followed out of sheer curiosity.
The palace was huge, stone monoliths leaped into the air, runes of protection engraved into their sides. A domed top capped off the five-story building, with what looked to be later expansions having their own, smaller, domed tops. Small windows and large balconies looked down on the public. Richard found he could get no closer to the palace than the outside wall, so gathered his thoughts and energies and teleported inside.
The group was just in range of the spell to be picked up, which resulted in a very filled servants closet. The sound of an argument filled their ears.
"...Don't care about some bloody law, I'm the elder of us two, I should be declared ruler!"
"But it says right here, and I quote, 'If the heir should be found to be possessing of dubious morals, then another heir shall be found in his stead.' You certainly are that!"
"How can you tell?"
"Cause you stole my bed when I went out to the market to buy a bit of milk for the evening meal!"
"Let me see that...Aha! Here's a passage! 'If it is requested, then a trial shall be put forth, and an outsider shall pick between two likely heirs as to which one shall rule. The outsider may question them and pick the one he wishes to rule, and he shall rule unquestioned.' That'll work!"
"What will?"
"I so request the thingamajig from this passage!"
"Where will we find an outsider?"
At this point, the door to the servant's closet creaked ominously, and in a brilliant display of splintering wood*, gave way to reveal six humans, one Drow, and one Gargoyle all lying on the floor.
Richard looked up to see two people dressed in regal robes, along with a man in full Mage gear holding a book of ancient laws. He quickly picked himself up, brushed himself off, and bowed to each in turn. "I apologize for my intrusion, M'lords, but-"
"Throw him out and have him beheaded!" one of the regal robed ones commanded. The guards, stationed at the entrance, began to move as per the command.
"You shall do no such thing," the other said. The guards returned to their post. "Continue, please," the same regal one said.
"I am Richard the Wild Mage. My magic directed me here to solve an issue, which I believe this was it. I do believe you'll find me a suitable outsider."
The two sized him up. "No," the first one commanded.
"Yes," the second one decided. "You will do. Harold, see to it that his friends are taken care of, and get us ready for this test that my brother so wishes for."
Richard was hurriedly escorted out of the room, and two thrones were hefted in. His friends, still unconscious, were hefted out, and spells were cast within. "Come in," a voice sounded.
Richard pushed the doors open and looked before him.
Two princes, both clad in royal blue clothing and adorned with a plush yellow cape, sat in two simple oaken thrones. Two simple golden circlets adorned their heads, and two small golden scepters were in their right hands.
"Choose," they said at the same time.
Richard bit his lip...
*A sight never before seen.
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A long, but content-filled chapter. Rai and Surtum are gone off, probably to live happily ever after, but they won't show up again.* CrunchyFrog gave his life valiantly to save the world from an impending explosion that would make a nuke look like a wet firecracker. And now, we have an issue here. Two princes, alike in appearance, though not in morals, have almost equal claim to the throne. Richard stands between them. How does he choose?!
Suggestions and such welcome.
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*Though if Rai wishes it, she may yet be re-written into the story.
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I enjoyed reading that chapter very much! Lots of action too!
Hmmm, well if Richard listened well enough from inside the closet, he might have got an inkling that the elder one is the evil one, although he cannot tell which one is the eldest.
So he has some information already that he can work with. But he cannot give away that he knows too much.
Perhaps have them perform a simple test... answering questions on a sheet of paper. Or conjour up a scene which both have to interact with.
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Has...has everyone left me? Please come back! I didn't mean those insults about your mothers!
...Or something along those lines. I can't write the next chapter without input, people!
Sure, we know who'd we LIKE to ascend to the throne. How do we go about finding out which one is him? Suggestions, if you don't mind! Or I'll put Stupidium in your water!
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The last week seems to have been really really quiet. Worse than the great slump of 06 even. 
I haven't managed to put time aside to catch up with this one IM, but I will. Soon...
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How, O how do we save this country from a vile ruler and being doomed to ruin?
Behead your minion of voting just so, and I'll get the results and write the next chapter when inspiration* strikes me.
*Or the moon.
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| Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 8:24 am Post subject: |
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Polls are closed?
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Yep, it closed itself. Apparently, we're going for a stroll to find some commoners, and more importantly, the prince's reactions!
I'll write it soon.*
*Read 'when I bloody feel like it.'
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Right, here's your chapter, now come back!
Chapter Ten - A walk in the park
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Eeny meeny miney moe...
"Let's go for a walk," Richard said.
"That is highly irregular," Harold said. "You are to choose here and now which one shall rule-"
Richard cut the senior mage off. "Now, perhaps. Here? No. I wish to take a walk with these two through the city. There is no ancient law forbidding that, is there?"
Harold sputtered incoherently. Richard turned back to the princes. "Come, let us take a walk. It must get awfully stuffy in here after a while."
The princes hesitated for a second, then got up and went to the door of the room. Harold followed them through the maze of twisty passageways to the entrance of the palace. Though he kept his eyes peeled, he couldn't see either one do anything wrong. Oh well, one of them will slip up sooner or later, he thought to himself.
A brief walk brought them to the central market. Thinking quickly, Richard cast spells of illusion on the two princes to make them seem like commoners. They drifted through the market until they came across a man living among filth. "You there, what is your name and story?" Richard demanded.
The man moaned. "Me name be David, an' I be the younger brother o' two witches tha' do 'orrible things ta people and naver get caught. I tried ta give 'em a lecture on morals, an' they cursed me something awful. Na matter where I go er what name I go by, I am to live in the filth and mud, to represent what they think of morals."
"How horrible," one prince said. "Here, I'll give you a room in the palace and some warm food, along with a bath. Then you can work for the crown, once there is one atop someone's head."
"Nay, it won't work, na matter what ya do. I could go anywhere and do anything, an' the curse would follow me. Who are ya to offer me any of those things anyways? Some sorta prince?"
The other prince looked smug and replied to the man's question. "I am, and I will give you a house in the city, more servants than you could dream of, enough gold so that you are comfortably well-off, and a life of extreme luxury."
Richard turned to the prince that had spoken first. "Prince Jeremy, arise as king of this land, and serve your people faithfully ever after, for as long as your reign."
The first prince nodded. "What gave my brother away?"
"The fact that he tried to be like you, but couldn't even do that without overdoing it. True goodness comes not from the act, but from the soul itself."
Joshua didn't look half as displeased as he should have been. "You may have declared my brother the ruler, but only you, I, he, and this man here know that. Once I am the only one left here, I can make whatever story up that I want to."
And with that, Joshua drew a short sword out and stabbed the poor man through the heart. He gave one gasp and fell still. Joshua drew his blade out, now slick with blood, and turned towards the mage. "Cold steel. No mage can win against it, and the spark of life in most things is drained instantly."
Jeremy drew his blade and prepared to fight his brother. Richard gathered his thoughts and energies, and managed to teleport the two princes and himself onto the palace grounds. Guards instantly surrounded the trio. "Bow to your new king, King Jeremy!"
The guards began to bow, which is not the most offensive posistion in the world. Joshua took this as a chance to kill his brother, and lept forward. That was a bad choice, as the defensive runes in the obilisks nearby recognized Jeremy as the new king and decided to protect him. Blue shimmering fields of magical energy surrounded Jeremy, and crackled as Joshua impacted them. Josh was thrown back thirty feet into a stone wall. Something broke, and it wasn't the wall. The guards surrounded the new king and the traitor prince, looking to the king for orders.
"Let him go. I don't want his blood on my hands."
Joshua got up slowly, seeing as it looked like one of his legs was broken. "I swear I will come back one day and reclaim that which is rightfully mine! You will regret this decision long before you die, I will see to it!"
The evil twin prince hobbled to the edge of the palace grounds, cast a glaring look at his brother, and continued out into the city. Jeremy sighed, and turned to Richard. "You have given me my kingdom and exposed my brother for what he really is. For that, I can never repay you, but I must try. What do you want?"
Richard thought long and hard. "I desire nothing myself right now, but allow me to rejoin my companions, and I shall see what I can do."
Jeremy nodded, and turned to a guard. "Direct the mage to his companion's room."
Jeremy was once more led through a maze of twisty passageways to a doorway, only this time, his companions were on the other side of it. They all looked very worn-out, as though they had come to some sort of conclusion. "Guys, wha-"
Thurgo cut him off. "We've been thinking and talking. A lot of things came out into the open."
Cheri continued. "Namely, you got into this to get Raven off of Thurgo's hand."
Raven picked up the thread. "An' seein' as tha's over an' done with..."
"We'd kinda like to stop wandering now. This is a nice kingdom, and it probably owes you by now." Fredrick finished.
Richard nodded slowly. "It does owe me, and I could ask for favors for all of you. You're sure you want to stop wandering now? I mean, Fredrick, you still have that stone attached to your rump, don't you?"
Din held up the stone in her palm. "This stone? I took that off not too long ago."
Richard sighed. "So, what else did you all find out?"
Fredrick sputtered, and Raimah would have blushed. Eirra looked at Richard cloyingly, and Richard grew quite uncomfortable. "Well," Raimah began, "Us ladies-"
Din interjected with a a-HEM.
Raimah continued, with a glare towards Din. "MOST of us ladies have been gunning for one of you men for a while now, and we kinda got it out into the open recently. In some cases, it was the reverse. We've acknowledged it and are willing to see where these relationships lead us."
Richard nodded again. "Cheri?"
She responded instantly. "Thurgo."
"Din?"
She would have glared at Richard, if he could see her face. "Nobody."
"Raven?"
"Aye, nobody as well, lad."
"Fredrick?"
Raimah cut in. "Me this time, I'm afraid, but I'll deal."
Richard turned to Eirra. "So that means..."
Eirra nodded and smiled again. "Yes indeed. And you'll have to live with it."
Richard sighed. "Well, let's go ask our favors of the king, then."
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"Most noble king, we have decided to ask these favors of you, if you would be so kind to grant them."
Jeremy nodded. "Who shall ask first?"
"I shall speak for the group, if you do not mind, m'lord. First, Raven, the thief and assassin of a hundred years ago, asks permission to reform his old guild."
"Done, so long as not too many people die for no reason. I guess I'll have to recruit more night watchmen."
Raven bowed and said, "Royalty an' royal business shall always be welcome from you, m'lord."
"Thank you...I think."
Raven walked out then, having much to do yet.
"Second, Dinranwen, the sorceress, asks permission to open a store to sell her magical oddities to the public."
"Done as well. I shall see to it a new building is made for her to do so. She may want to hang about a little while longer so that we can work out the details."
Din bowed and sat down on a bench nearby.
"Third, Cheri the druidess and Thurgo the monk ask permission to form a new faith here, one that honors both the powers of nature and the holy light of above."
"Done. They too might wish to stay to iron out the snags that will come about from forming a new faith."
Thrugo and Cheri also bowed and joined Din on her bench.
"Fourth, Raimah the Drow Priestess and Fredrick the knight wish to form a knighthood that embraces light and darkness, that embodies balence."
"That too shall be done. But with all these new faiths and knighthoods, it's going to be murder on the scales of power in the city."
Raimah and Fredrick bowed as well and joined Din on her bench.
"And finally, I wish to open a mage's guild that specalizes in Wild magic, seeing as I have gotten mine under control. Eirra shall join me there."
"Done. Seeing as you are all asking for residences here, you shall all be honorary members of the city and country. Welcome to Davensford."
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The morsels had escaped her grasp! Helga let out a scream that echoed throughout the plains, then sobbed. The first time a meal had ever escaped from her...She cried silently. Then she brightened. These morsels had gotten away, but she could go after their offspring! She pulled an empty bottle down from a high shelf and rummaged for a ladel. Carefully, she scooped some of the brew into the bottle, and watched carefully. The brew retained its unique abilites, and Helga smiled. Ten, fifteen, twenty years hence, she would pour the brew back into her cauldron, and the offspring of the morsels would make for a fine snack. "Oh, you may have gotten away for now, dearies, but Helga will catch you one day! Eheeheehee!"
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Thank you one and all for reading and voting. Yes, there will be a sequel. Just...not now. I hope you all like the ending, it surprised even me. It just demanded to be ended now, and so I let it.
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| Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 11:20 am Post subject: |
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*A loud crowd cheers, claps, and hoots in approval* Well done IM! Very Well Done Indeed! *claps her hands also*
I have to say I"m a little sorry to see this end...but To Everything A Season, and to Every Season A Time, eh?
Or should I perhaps to quote Shakepsere, "All's well that End's Well"?
Either way you put it, this was a great tale to watch, to be entrapped in, and to particpate voting in. I simply can't wait for the Sequel.
But if and when it's released, you can bet, if I'm around *winks* I'll be right here sticking my nose where it's doesn't properly belong!
Besides, I have to see what you going to do with my *clears her throat* descendants. Depending on what you do with them, if you do anything at all, I might just have to glare at you. And be forwarned, my glare can be very, very, deadly.
*runs off exicedtly curious to check out the oddities in her promised store*
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| Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 12:51 pm Post subject: |
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*applaudes*
Excellent work, IM, a masterpiece. I can't wait for the sequel.
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Am I supposed to say something? Because mere speech simmply cannot communicate this storygame's greatness....
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