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| ruthia10-05-03, 11:41 PM | It's a sad day at Agudo's School of Light as a crowd gathers to hear his latest announcement. All around the people gathered can see signs of the latest destruction that happened at the school. Whispers among the crowd suggest that a student, no several students, no the headmaster himself had been kidnapped by a evil magican, no wait a dragon, no wait a demon. Rumors abound as they await Agudo's appearance ((Please post on the OOC thread before joining so we can work your character in, thanks!)) |
| ruthia10-06-03, 10:10 AM | The Headmaster Agudo was taking damage reports from his faculty, about the school. He stands outside in a section of the garden that was burned. An aid to one of the illusionist teachers walks up. “We have checked the entire grounds Headmaster, the damage to the transplanted rain forest trees are at seventy percent. The healing waters from the well spring have been destroyed.” A gasp went through the crowd; Agudo shook his head in disgust. “Those rare rainforest trees were to be used in a cure, for the strange sickness striking Neverwinter.’ ((OOC for those who play the PC Neverwinter)) Agudo pounds his fist into his other hand. “Blackstaff was counting on me, for that medicine. Now thousands more could die.” Groundskeeper Willie, a red haired gnome speaks up as he stands on a burnt stump; to be heard over the crowed. “The Cathedral of Light made it through ok, but the lobby is a mess, and will take several days to fix.” Lady Hoot was resting on Agudo shoulder and had an important question. “The art that the students had just made, was it?” She can’t finish Willie frowns “Sadly it’s all gone” Agudo takes a deep breath. “Lady Hoot has informed me that six students outside, near the fire, have been badly hurt, it will be touch and go for them” Many become angry and demand justice, Agudo raises his hand. “This has been a direct attack on us all, and I know that many of my students have grown in their Magic and Cleric skills’ “That is why I am calling on my bravest students, and teachers, to go forth in a cause for all that is Righteous and Light” “We must hunt down this evil that has dared to strike us so! Even my dearest and closest friend, Ruthia lays in the infirmary, stricken by this evil creature.” “Her son…are fellow school mate Malendor has been taken by…by… this Bronze Dragon?…Demon of shape shifting? What ever it is, I need volunteers to go after this thing.” “Who shall take up the cause, for all that we love and hold close to us?” __________________ Agudo Archmage of Light To see, one must walk in the Light. The difference between a wizard, and an Archmage is, that one has lived long enough not to blow herself up, with her own spells THE GLASS IS HALF FULL NOT HALF EMPTY! *To live for a new day* |
| kulideb10-06-03, 10:29 AM | Kulideb looked at the sorry state of the school and gardens. "I'll go, its such a sacrilege! This place as been more of a home than a school to me." |
| Opaque Divinity10-06-03, 10:48 AM | *Opaque Divinity, one of the only not spreading gossip, emerges from the crowd. His eyes is full with anger and grief* For all that we have lost, for all sacret that have been disturbed, for all the pernicious deeds done, lets hunt this mystery man and free Malendor! EDITED ;). |
| Semon10-06-03, 11:39 AM | I find myself standing in the middle of an angery crowd. I had come to this school in hopes to recieve infromation about my brother, and instead help put out fires caused by some shape sifting menace. Then the Headmaster of the school speaks, asking for help in stopping this evil. Slowly people start coming forward stating they'll help. On impulse I too step forward, next to the elf girl who had spoken first. I bow, then speak "I am a stranger to this Realm, but even such as I can see the injustace of what has been done. I offer my services in finding this menace and saving your student oh mighty white Archmage" |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-06-03, 11:46 AM | ((OOC:It won't let me delete it, so this is what you get)) |
| Gene_Kynes10-06-03, 05:14 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif He had no time for emotion. No time for rage, no time for anger, no time for hopelessness nor guilt. All of Agudo's work on the boy had become undone, Gene once more becoming cold, unattatched, yet determined. His presence was suddenly known by the appearence of a sudden dark form near Agudo, it's only color being in it's hair...which was an odd, silvery color. His trademark mask was on...reminding Kulideb of a certain diety, as was his dark cloak...the hood drawn up on his head. He quietly said, his gaze completely ignoring all other than the Archmage: "I will...revoke...whomever is responsible's...breathing privlages." Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor10-06-03, 06:39 PM | "Do you think this decision is truly wise, teacher?" asked I. " Our mission, if I am not mistaken, is to search and bring back Malendor, not to enter a bloody and merciless frenzy. That's exactly that kind of behavior that led Malendor on this dangerous path. " Aware of all the gazes observing me, I added. "Of course, I'll go with you. I won't leave Malendor alone now that he needs help." |
| Agudo Archmage10-06-03, 11:21 PM | ((OOC love the post Myranthor.... I can just see him sweat as everyone gave him that look)):rofl: ((CO-DM)) As the brave band of adventures prepared to leave, within a few hours, horses were readied; food rations prepared with magical weapons and materials were placed in packs. This desperate hour had brought everyone together in a common cause. Raphael the brownie, who took care of the horse in the stables, was wondering one question. When he saw Gene he thought he would know. “Excuse me Gene” the brownie said “Sorry to bother you but, well um, just where are you going to look for Malendor?” Lady Hoot was helping with the preparations, overheard the conversation. “Good question Raphael,” She then looked at Gene “Your help in this matter is a blessing Gene. You have been a strong leader in this school with your teaching and over all quality as a student a well.” She then pauses “I would ask that you take on the mantel of leader, of the brave band of adventures. You have great experience in this type of situation, but its is up to you Gene; do you except? “If so Ruthia may wishes to speak with you in the infirmary about clues to this fiend that has hurt us so.” |
| Drindin10-06-03, 11:35 PM | ((errr)) |
| Opaque Divinity10-07-03, 10:43 AM | Does anybody know where we are heading?? |
| Gene_Kynes10-07-03, 04:48 PM | Gene looked at Lady Hoot...arching a brow. "You are sure about that? If...there's...nobody else...then I suppose I'll serve in that manner. I gratefully take your offer, Lady Hoot. As for now...I shall...see this "Roothe-ah"." And with that...he just walks to the infimary.. He'd save all the umbral abilities he could for when the actual hunt started. |
| kulideb10-07-03, 05:41 PM | Kulideb thought she had better go and start packing and hand in her homework. |
| ruthia10-07-03, 06:48 PM | The Infirmary Gene enters to see a sad sight. Students lay on every available bed, some sit on stools, as nurses attend to them. A curtained off area towards the back of the room is marked "Severe Injuries". When Gene walks towards that area a nurse stops him, asking who he is looking for. He replies "Roothe-ah" ,the nurse smiles. "Ah, I was told you'd be coming here. Ruthia is this way." Gene is shown to a cot behind the curtain where the lady he saw before lays on her side with her eyes closed. The nrse calls her name and the lady opens her eyes to look at Gene. Her eyes are a mix of colors as she speaks. "Are you the leader of the group going after my son? Yes of course you are, Branth described you very well last time we talked. Your Gene. Agudo picked well when he picked you. I should tell you a little of what your are doing then. I don't know who took my son, but I have a general idea of where they are going. There is a cave system on the far side of this woods, I spotted it when I arrived here. For some reason I believe thats where they went. I can give you one gift that will help you find where he is. Reach into my bag and take the roung object that has two sticks floating in it. It's enchanted to home in on the two objects that the owner chooses. ((When he gets it out and looks at it he'll see a long stick and a short stick. The short stick is pointing down,)the long towards the south.)) The long stick shows where Malendor is, the short shows the school. If you can't find Malendor, or encounter trouble you can use it to find your way back easy enough." Ruthia closes her eyees again as the pain of her injuries ovrcome her. She whispers to Gene "Find the person who did this, and make him pay for his crimes." The Nurse ushers Gene back out of the room stating that Ruthia must rest. The nurse smiles, wishes him luck, then on a side thought hands Gene a bag of basic healing supplies for the trip "Just in case". |
| Xilytn10-07-03, 08:06 PM | A halfling, in clothing that seems ready for adventure :fight!: walks up, talking to Ruthia Your school seems to be in a bit of chaos here, I'll go on this adventure, I owe Agudo a favor anyway... Dragon or demon you say, sounds like a plane-shifter... going to be hard to track him I would say, even with that stick of yours. But anyway, I can do lots of things to help, pick locks, disable traps, pick pock... Ignore that last statement... ;) Oh, and by the way, you dropped your sword...:smirk: |
| Gene_Kynes10-08-03, 10:44 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene nods, taking the sticks and healing supplies, with the faintest hint of a smile visible underneath the mask. "Gladly." Bidding the woman farewell, he then slowly makes his way outside, too much on his mind to give him anything but an almost etheral look. He waits in the courtyard, tightening his cloak as he waits for the remaining members... Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| kulideb10-08-03, 03:42 PM | Kulideb picked up her bag and said good bye to a few of the students she had made freinds with and made her way down to the court yard were she could see Gene waiting for them. " Hi, am I the first?" |
| Myranthor10-08-03, 06:05 PM | "Yes, but only by a few seconds" answered a clear voice from behind her. It was stange, in fact, that I came by after Kulideb, for I didn't have, like her, many friends to greet and salute before going away. My company on the School was almost exclusively compoed of my teachers and masters. I came clothed in the elven clothings I had when I first arrived, schewing the school's traditionnal outfit for a more comfortable one. On my belt laid, to my right, quantity of wands, and an incredible amount of arcane scrolls on my left. I carried a staff with me, more to serve as a third leg than for fighting. For this latter task, I would rely on the longsword hanging on my side. |
| Khaira10-08-03, 06:12 PM | Khaira finally shows up, albeit a bit late. She seems to be wrestling to her harp into position on her back, and in general, having a difficult time getting her equipment situated. "Hope y'all weren't planning on leaving without your favorite bard!" |
| Semon10-08-03, 06:32 PM | I walk up to the slowly growing group of people, as ready to leave as they where. I look to the shadowy guy the seems to be the leader and state "I too am ready to go." Waiting patiently I stand slightly behind the group, an outsider to their group. |
| Agudo Archmage10-08-03, 07:39 PM | CO-DM The day was mid afternoon when they all began there journey by horseback. Only a few small dark clouds lay in the sky, possibly a sign of things to come. Yet as most of the students knew, that the Swordcoast, where the School of Light was located, was famous for its rainy weather. After several hours and more than one rest stop, the brave band of adventures could see far off to the west; the large towers and walls of CandelKeep. The famous and very secretive clerical and wizardry library, said to have some of the most ancient tombs and scrolls. Agudo would often take his best students there, to experience the knowledge of some of the finest books in the realm. Sadly this was no field trip and the students and teachers were very aware of the danger that lay ahead. They turned their heads south along a muddy trail that lead them deeper into the forest. The salty sea could still be smelled, so the adventures knew they weren’t that far from the coast. But as dusk came and the sunset could be seen through the gaps in the trees; it became clear that they may need to find a campsite for the night. |
| Drindin10-08-03, 09:38 PM | (ga) |
| Khaira10-08-03, 09:39 PM | As they travel, Khaira seems to get more energized rather than tired. Oddly enough, she keeps looking up to the sky as if to see something overhead; and yet, nothing comes. She picks the harp off of her back and spontaneously begins to play a medley upon it in hopes to enlighten people's spirits. Clearly, nothing is going to sadden her on this trip! "Say, is anyone tired? Anyone want to make camp? I don't, of course, but I s'pose we could if anyone wants to." |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-08-03, 09:57 PM | As the party came closer someone stepped out of a trre knot, his ripped clothes, black vest, and a sword on his back, he was no other than Dager the dementia caster "Hello, where is this fine crew headed?" He spoke with a wry smile on his face |
| Agudo Archmage10-08-03, 10:11 PM | ((OOC Dager I am not in the story, just sub Dming the story along.:whatsthis )) |
| kulideb10-09-03, 06:22 AM | Kulideb rode quitely on the pony, she scaned the areas ahead looking out for danger. The breeze brought with it the sent of salt, she agreed with the gnomes about staying away from the coast. Candlekeep came in to sight, it was the first time she had seen the famous building, she wished they were going by under better circumstances, it would have been good to have had a closer look. Khaira began to play her harp, it was quite a comforting tune and made Kulideb feel a lot lighter in spirit. They began to talk about making camp. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she spotted movment by a tree, before she could say anything Dager stepped out. He addressed their leader (Gene!) She brought the pony to a stop and waited to see what would happen.... |
| Opaque Divinity10-09-03, 08:06 AM | *Sanctus eyes narrows as he see Dager jumping out from a tree. He listens to his words, but doesnt say anthing* |
| Gene_Kynes10-09-03, 10:41 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Khaira's musical talents had ellicited a smile from gene's lips, visible from underneath the mask only long enough to question that it ever happened. The expression lingers in his eyes for just a moment as he glances at Khaira..then the emotion is dampened much more severely than usual. "We'll rest only when others want to, Miss Khaira." When the forsaken dementist had popped out, Gene's features neither hardened, nor showed anger. They remained as cynical, as questioningly cold as ever. It seemed the mask was the source of his lack of expression, responsible for how cooly he handled things...and also the reason for his utter lack of emotion. "Nothing for you to worry about." He then checks on the group assembled. As if satisfied that none were harmed so far, he then looks back to the man. "If you're trying to start something, find someone who cares for a fight. We do not." His cloak waved, suddenly, as if an etheral wind pulled at it's tattered fabric, lengthening in the slightest. Gene sublty readies his muscles to react, yet crosses his arms. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Agudo Archmage10-09-03, 12:31 PM | The wind began to pick up every so slightly, the few dark clouds that were in the sky before; became larger and more threatening. Some of the wiled dear scampered through the brush, and even the birds steeled in to their nest for the coming night. Of in the distance thunder could be herd as the last rays of the sun dissipated. Gene was able to see at night do to his natural abilities. The others who could not see in the dark as well followed close behind his horse. Within less than an hour it began to drizzle on them, slow and steady. Flashes of lighting could be seen over the treetops as more thunder boomed. But just as the last flash of lighting was seen, a young woman sat a hundred yards away from Gene, on the now slippery muddy path. http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/crosbie/roself.jpg She had this sad angry look about her, as she looked up at Gene. This young girl seems familiar to him but who was she? Then another flash of lighting and thunder and she was gone. Was it a ghost? The group thought, for they all saw her. Many have said these forest are haunted….but why Gene?…..why did she just look at Gene? ((Art Copy righted by Crosbie)) |
| Opaque Divinity10-09-03, 01:18 PM | Judging by her pointy ears, it was an elf... So if its undead, were dealing with a banshee.. She might be out for you, Gene, and I dont mean a crush :). |
| Agudo Archmage10-09-03, 01:27 PM | ((OOC Left blank now that a correction on (Some ones) “Wink wink” last post has been corrected)) |
| Gene_Kynes10-09-03, 02:07 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene...was...surprised. Staring at the ground where the girl had sat...as if hoping to gather some clues from the dirt, which laid blank and colorless underneath his darkvision. When he recovered, he looked at Sanctus. "After me? Perceptive...but..." She seemed so...familiar, though. "...Nevermind." It was the second time it happened, while he was under the fortification effects of the mask. He was concerned...almost...worried, about who the woman was, and why she had touched something in his mind... "Don't get used to believing illusions. You cannot drink from a mirage, but you can drown in it. Come on." He then longingly stares at the ground again, ignoring cut of the wind and the somber rain...stopping his concentrated thinking only when a drop of rain landed on his nose. He cracked his knuckles, and continued on, slowly. However, he'll stop if the others do. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Opaque Divinity10-09-03, 02:12 PM | *Sanctus frowns* You dont happen to know her, do you? |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-09-03, 03:13 PM | The dementist was suprised too by the appearence of the woman,but before he could say anything she was gone He backed away from her holding his chains tightly. |
| kulideb10-09-03, 03:33 PM | The apperance and diapperance of the elf girl was a bit unnerving. She looked around but the girl hadnt left any sign that she could see. She didnt need to rest yet but she did wonder weather they should let the horses rest... |
| Opaque Divinity10-09-03, 03:37 PM | It seems like everyone can go on for some more time. There is somebody waiting for us to escape him and if we dont hurry it might be too late. So lets "Ride the night away".. *Catches up with Gene* |
| ruthia10-09-03, 03:38 PM | ((DM INTERVENTION: The group is going to stop for the night, if nothing else to give everyone time to catch up, and debate on Gene's ghost date.)) Shortly after the group passes the spot where the girl sat they find a wayward pine. ((Big pine tree, branches reach the ground offering shelter from a storm)) Rather then waiting for everyone to make up there minds Myranthor goes inside to check it out. He finds plenty of room for everyone, and the horses, plus some dry wood to make a fire. He reports his findings to the group and they go inside. Soon everyone's busy with task like starting the fire, taking care of the horses for the night, and starting dinner. And then the talking begins....... |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-09-03, 03:39 PM | The rag man watched them make camp, he went to them wondering "So where are you guys headed at this hour?" |
| kulideb10-09-03, 03:46 PM | Kulideb unsadled the pony,brushed her down and fed her. She opened up her pack and started to eat, (wild mushroom and goats cheese pies.) Although she wasnt tired it did feel good to sit by the fire and to hear what every one else had to say about the strange girl. |
| Opaque Divinity10-09-03, 03:49 PM | *Takes care for his mount and then enters the shelter* Mmmmmmmm... Do anybody have any meat, or shall we cath'us some? |
| Semon10-09-03, 03:54 PM | Following the group like a lost puppy, I begin to feel left out. When the stranger appears, I smile and think o O(Here is someone who like I, is an outsider.) After we pick a camp sight, and start making camp, I choose to take care of my horse first. While I'm doing that I answer the stranger's question. "We are heading out to save a student of the school back there. Appearantly he was captured by some form of evil being and spirted away. That one (I point to the one wearing the mask) is the appointed leader of this group." I contenuie to groom my horse as I listen to what others have to say... |
| kulideb10-09-03, 03:57 PM | Kulideb shudders at the thought of eating meat (unless she is really hungery), but does understand that others will want to go out and kill some poor creature that hadnt done them any harm. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-09-03, 03:58 PM | he turned to the accepting one " My name is Dager,If your group would let me come with them I would assist all of you," He was unsure what the party would say... |
| Opaque Divinity10-09-03, 04:02 PM | Originally posted by kulideb Kulideb shudders at the thought of eating meat (unless she is really hungery), but does understand that others will want to go out and kill some poor creature that hadnt done them any harm. *I see her shudder and face of disgust* Vegetarian :)? Oh I would rather have a glass of delicate elven wine with some Quorinsa and some Tarminsan, but it doesnt seem like there is any of it around here... I will eat meat, not because of lust but of hunger.. |
| kulideb10-09-03, 04:42 PM | Kulideb offers Sanctus one of the pies and any one else who wants one. "I really dont mind others eating meat, just I would rather not unless I have to." she then turns to Semon, "Hi, I'm Kulideb, sorry I havent really had chance to talk to you yet." She was quite intrestead in him the tail had kinda got her curious. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-09-03, 04:53 PM | The mistress was handing out pies to all which were very good "So what is your name I thinking your a Rodney... He wasn't getting much from the other man, but he was trying to make some conversation with the others, if he could |
| Semon10-09-03, 06:03 PM | Swishing my tail back and forth lazily, I finish grooming my horse. My horse nips at my tail playfully every now and then, causing me to pinch it's nose and speak to it in a strange dialect. ((In American, after all he is from earth)) "Naughty naughty you playful horse." I then answer the questions that where directed at me. ((In common)) "My name is Semon. It is nice to meet you mistress Kulideb. (Turning towards Dager) And what is your name sir?" I finally finish grooming my horse and walk towards the others. My ears swivel back and forth, catching all the night sounds as I take a pie that Kulideb offered to everyone. |
| Drindin10-09-03, 06:11 PM | The three gnomes are heard arguing as they approach the camp. "HEY! It's my turn to tell the speech!" Yelled Harry at Bumble. "Hey... HEY!" Rodney yelled out. "How about I just do it?" "Oh, fine." Finally the three gnomes apparated from the bush, behind the rest. The three gnomish clerics of Heironeus, Bumble the Brave, Rodney the Justice Wreaker, and Harry of Heironeus, Burst from the bush. "By Heironeus, we shall save your friend, and wreak vengeful justice upon all who oppose good and did bad things to this good place! Because, doing bad things is evil, and it is our duty to right wrongs and undo badness where ever badness shows it's nasty looking face! We shall uphold the law and do good stuff, because doing good things is what we do, and if it's not, my name is Rodney the Justice Wreaker, and my name is that so I must do all this stuff-" "Rodney," "-because it is my-" "RODNEY!" Harry and Bumble yelled in unison. "Er... yes?" "That's enough." Harry said. "er, sorry." |
| Gene_Kynes10-09-03, 09:28 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Looking between Semon and Dager...Gene seemed just as emotionless, but one could tell the calculating look behind his eyes...with experience, at least. First turning to Semon, Gene quietly says: "Welcome. I'm glad you've decided to join us." Then turning to Dager...Gene smirks, from behind the mask. "What happened to "I'm going to blow up all you prejudiced bastards with my nightmares?". Matters not. As long as you keep your sanity in check, keep your nightmares snugly under your control, and don't act stupid...I welcome you. But if I even think you're going to screw us over..." Gene chuckles darkly. "...Either way, nice to see you've joined in finding the student you earlier tried to harm. I'll respect your bravery...or total insanity, for now." The faintest hints of a grin seemed to appear underneath the Shadowdancer's mask, as he continues out...out where the elven girl had appeared. Kneeling down at the spot...he seems to've completely rejected Kulideb's pie, which still rests in his hands. Until he took one tiny bite. Then...a little bit later, another. Slowly, quietly eating her offering, he finishes with a sip from his canteen...and began humming. A saddening song...one that could only come from the depths of the Plane of Shadow, or from the City of Shade. Sinister in tone, it seemed that both his bardic teacher...and the only one who knew him longest out of the entire group...seemed to find some meaning in the song. If the woman's instincts were sharp...it seemed to be...as ridiculous as the theory is...the reason Gene's emotion never showed much happiness. If he had such songs like this forming in his head, how could he experience anything else? To observers, Gene was simply humming slowly, and staring at the ground...but to the 'Dancer himself, nothing made sense. The woman. Who was she? Why me, of all people? Was I marked by the undead as a target...or was it just an illusion of some malicious fae, hoping to trouble me? If that's it...they've done their job...well. I buried my past well enough...I don't need those that should eternal lie...come back. ..And this leadership thing. Why me? I'm...no leader. I simply don't follow. I...guess....that dooms me to leadership, I suppose...but...I...a leader should be considerate, charismatic! I'm none of that! I...wonder...what....Agudo and Lady Hoot...were thinking... He sighs, fortunately yet momentarily breaking the dark song, still staring at the mud where the figure once sat. He tries to see if she left any prints, or any marks to prove she was at least a solid object. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira10-09-03, 09:38 PM | Khaira unsaddles her horse and after she feeds it, and the like, she sits down by the tree, strumming what seems to be a new ballad. She pauses, however, as she looks up at Gene's choice of medley. "Interesting...there are so many sides to him...but like the facets of a diamond, they are all so unique...and mysterious. Hammered to a point..." For once, Khaira seems to have nothing to say. She eats nothing nor does she say think. She just plays quietly on her harp, in a deep reverie. To the casual observer, she just seems to be thinking. But to those who truly know her well, she seems to be slipping into one of those trance-like states. One of those *dangerous* trance states - like the ones that one tends to not wake up from... |
| Gene_Kynes10-09-03, 09:48 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif He had become used to the sound. His overly-keen hearing had hung on every note...it was the one thing that had kept him in bardic class, due to his introvert personality making lyrics and poetry to his songs impossible to coax out of him, and that thing was his love of music itself...of voices, of instruments. His mildly cheerful thoughts set aside...he did the one thing he occaisonally did, when none else were around. Slipping out from her shadow, still wet with rainwater...he quietly said to the elven bard, putting a wet hand on her shoulder: "Khaira...you're slipping again." For once...there was a lack of "Miss" in those words. He didn't seem to care, as he continued shaking her slowly if she still stubbornly stayed in the trance. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira10-09-03, 10:01 PM | She looks up at Gene blankly for a moment. "My...was I doing it again? Damn...I must be getting old...When we get done this trip, I have something to tell you, Gene. Pardon me...I'd better grab something to eat." And with that she arises and begins rummaging in her saddle bags for some food, slipping her harp away. |
| Drindin10-09-03, 10:01 PM | The three gnomes looked around, and didn't seem to take much joy in being ignored. "'Scuse me!" Harry yelled to the adventurers. "But we seem to have fallen behind, where's your leader!" |
| Agudo Archmage10-09-03, 11:10 PM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/crosbie/crdrow.jpg But one wasn’t ignoring them, for this one of the darkness had a hunger for the little Gnomes. Slowly it moved in the darkness of the brush. The rain splattering the well-soaked ground, more than covered the noise of its movements. Even though it was a dozen feet away, with a blink of an eye it was upon Rodney. Lifting his terror scared eyes higher into the trees. ((COPYRIGHT by Crosbie)) |
| kulideb10-10-03, 05:00 AM | After she had finished eating, she slipped away into the shadows of the night looking for some where to pray,not some thing she did too oftern. She could still see the fire of the camp and murmer of voices. She closed her eyes and held on to the locket. She had even bought a small offering, a bag of coins that she had taken from some merchant who had pestered her a few days ago. She spoke her prayer in hushed tones asking for more help in sneaking and spotting things. She felt her self shudder, as if some thing dark was close by. She sat quiet listerning out for any sounds, she could hear the three gnomes talking. She felt some thing change it seemed to happen so fast. She took out her dagger and brought the shadows around her,(something that she was still not comfortable doing). She focused her mind on the sound of the gnomes voices and forced her self through the shadows to bring her self to them..... |
| Myranthor10-10-03, 08:38 AM | Strange...Strange indeed, I thought while distractly eating a little bread. All of us on a trip, trying to save a man most of the people in the School would've been proud to lynch only a few days ago. Aside from that, another one that should've been killed by an angry mob, Dager, arrived with the group, now wishing to save one of the students he threatened not so long ago. Less intriguing than the dementist's presence, yet still questionnable, the sudden appearance of a mammal-like man, wielding a long, curved sword on his back was also questionnable. Not to mention the ghost all of us saw... Yet she only looked at the shadowdancer... Many theories could've explained the current situation. The girl may have been an illusion, simply, whose task is to make us fearful. As an illusion, she also could've been created solely by Dager, in hopes of joining us afterward, misleading the troubled judgement of our leader. The which proved true. This would also explain why everyone could see her. Yet, if she was real....she should've chose only to be seen by Gene, thus her appearance was not of her own doing. She may've been surprised by us, or she may not completely control her own appearances. Still, she could've beens een by everyone only to trouble us. The last possibility would be an arcane complex, a place where the forces of the Weave conflict within themselves, creating magical effects without any spellcaster tied to them. I didn't remember about hearing of such a zone around the School, though (right?). In the distance, I heard a muffled sound, closely followed by a surprised shout. I sprung up, looking at this source of ruckus, to distinguish one of the gnomes being run over by a creature as tall as a man, bearing a skin as dark as the darkest night, with hair of the purest white. "A DROW!" I hissed, my voice full of hatred against these perversion of elven grace. Arca niome, physicus fluo, Theologumena fortitudo benedictio. Istinc tù cupitores autenticus justus, Scylla, de salaputium centipeda a pugnatorium." Instantly, the gnome's mass shivered, his body quivered under the influence of my magic, the one elminster himself taught me a while ago. He grew exponentially, his arms becoming even larger than his body was precedently, until he became as tall as the trees around him. He was a cloud giant. |
| Semon10-10-03, 09:07 AM | Just before I finished my pie I hear a little shierk of one of the gnomes that had joined us. Quickly I run outside, only to see some giant being! Stunned, not really knowing whats going on, I just stand back and wait for what happens next..... |
| Drindin10-10-03, 09:13 AM | Rodney started biting, clawing, pounding, and jabbing to try and get the dark-elf off of him. "BACK FIEND OF DARKNESS, OR EAT THE HOLY WRATH OF HEIRONEUS!" Harry yelled, holding up his holy symbol. "OH, and PUT RODNEY DOWN!" "YAH! PUT RODNEY DOWN!" Bumble yelled afterwards, also holding his holy symbol up. "OR SOME EVIL'S GONNA REALLY GET THEIR EVIL BUT WHOOPED!!" The other gnomes blinked as their kin suddenly turned into a cloud giant. "WOW! DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT, RODNEY!" |
| Agudo Archmage10-10-03, 12:29 PM | The dark creature was revealed by the campfire, as Myranthor saw correctly. It was a Drow, but no ordinary Drow. This one had a crazed look in his eyes, a hunger for flesh. The holy symbols by the brave Gnomes showed, started to burn at his skin. But as it pulled away up into the trees, still holding Rodney. Something happen that the deranged Drow did not expect, Rodney transformed into giant. Myarnthor was surprised by one result, for if Rodney was an elf, human or any one else over three feet tall; then his spell would have made a real giant. But in this case it made Rodney, the short little Gnome into the height of a six-foot Gnome. Yet Myranthor felt pretty good overall, for this adventure was giving him a chance to really experience the use of his magic and learn from it. He could also hear his old teachers, from Drindin, Elminster to Agudo all telling him the same thing. {Spells react differently to all creatures} The dark Drow screamed in frustration as his claw dug deeply in to the now very tall Gnome. Blood can be see dripping from the claw marks as Rodney falls from the insane creatures grasp. With an undignified drop to the ground, Rodney lands on his back. At the same time the crazed Drow, looses his footing with the vines that he clung to, and land a few feet away from Kulideb. Its eyes go wide with surprise. It runs up to Kulideb and gets on its knees. “Please Elf maiden kill me, end my torment….they…it..it…comes for all Elf…kind..to change us…into ME! With that it grabs on to her hand, and plunges the knife deep into its heart. As he slowly falls from her now bloody knife he “bites” her hand quickly. The Drow then lies back on the ground and says one last thing. “Forgive… I could not resist the taste of your flesh…{cough} you will….. now…be one of us….you will hunger for flesh….by the ..nee..xxx…fuu…ll.{Cough}….Moooonnn” It was dead, and more than that, it was decaying rapidly, as its body turned into what could only be described as part Zommbie and part Vampire…..then dust. |
| Myranthor10-10-03, 12:55 PM | From the external perimeter of the battlefield, I saw what happened. I've been pretty confused about the effect of my spell, and the fact that Rodney was not able to restrain the dark elf from escaping his grasp. Swiftly, fast as lightning, the abomination ran to the only other elf present, Kulideb. Kneeling, it (for I won't consider the thought of considering drow sentient) took Kulideb's dagger, daring to speak to one of our kind. “Please Elf maiden kill me, end my torment….they…it..it…comes for all Elf…kind..to change us…into ME! The, it savagely bit the woman's hand, leaving on her golden skin two points, two lakes of crimson life. “Forgive… I could not resist the taste of your flesh…{cough} you will….. now…be one of us….you will hunger for flesh….by the ..nee..xxx…fuu…ll.{Cough}….Moooonnn” "What!" I shouted. "What's this infamy, this abomination! Do not worry Kulideb, that can't be, such an horror can not be true..." On the ground, the body melted, disappearing in the night. "ho, it was an undead. Phew! I thought you'd turn in a drow, d'you realize? It's a sudden relief, don't you think? Things are not so bad, after all." I added, glancing at the moon, curious of its current appearance. |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 01:16 PM | It must have been very desperate. Lives are the most sacred to elves, even drow, taking it is a sin. And to commit suicide is the greatest dishonour. *Bows his head in respect to the dead- or the undead* *Then looks for the moons current position, too* |
| ruthia10-10-03, 01:21 PM | ((Stepping in)) Everyone who looks up at the moons current position finds that they can't see it because it is still raining....there is know way of knowing where the moon is at this point..... |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 01:24 PM | *Tries to see the moon through the rain, but after a while gives up* Dont worry, Kulideb, it aint half as bad as it.. looked like.. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-10-03, 03:23 PM | It looked like Gene remembered him, but he had changed he thought, but what was the drow doing and where was the moon "What was that drow thing doing here?" He asked to all as it continued to rain |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 03:30 PM | Probably infected by some curse or disease and got the lost for some gnomes.. I dunno.. And you cant see the moon because of the rain.. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-10-03, 03:34 PM | He looked at the cleric "How did you know what I was thinking?" He thought for a second "Hey are you telepathic, if you are your good most can't get in to a dementist mind?" He was still wondering |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 03:35 PM | I quessed. You looked pretty damn confused. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-10-03, 03:38 PM | He chuckled to himself "Of course your not telapathic," He walked way still wondering if someone was in his mind |
| Gene_Kynes10-10-03, 04:09 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Before Gene could even react...the dark elf had be dispatched of. Rushing outside, he checked to make sure all were safe...yet...Kulideb was bitten! He looks to the elven woman...and taking her hand without a word, he begins wrapping it in dark cloth withdrawn from his cloak's depths. Where the cloth touches, a sudden cold manifests...but then fades, as the wound quickly heals in a matter of minutes. I...wish Miss Leetah was here...heh. Her, and her tears should've both been invited... "Was anyone else...harmed...by that infested drow?" He glances up at the storm giant...and at the mighty gnome's friends. He quietly says: "I take it you're students. Welcome to our...search." Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley. |
| Myranthor10-10-03, 04:14 PM | "Huh Gene? Even though she is not touched by a calamity as catastrophic I thought it could be, we have to act swiftly to bring her assistance. Heh, Gnomes, you claim to be clerics of heironeous, don't you? Can't you help her?" |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 04:16 PM | Im a cleric. Do you think theres some kind of poison in her blood, because I can get rid of that, or do you think its magically? |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-10-03, 04:18 PM | The dementist say that the elf was bitten and spoke "I know away that might get rid of the wound, I could try to fuse skin where the old skin is if you aloowy it, Gene?" He started thinking about the procedure. |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 04:22 PM | Gene already got rid of the wound, its the form shifting thingie w have to be afraid of! |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-10-03, 04:27 PM | He just noticed "Oh didn't see that, well then great we should get guards and I know where to find him," He wondered if they would be taking his idea or shifts |
| kulideb10-10-03, 04:40 PM | Kulideb stepped from the shadows to help the little gnomes, exept that one didnt seem quite so little any more. Things seemed to happen so fast. The drow came over to her she heard his words but before she could do any thing he used her dagger to strike himself. "oww, you.." (words failed her) She wasnt really aware of what was going on. She felt Gene carefully wrap her hand. She felt the rain dripping on her, running down her back. She tried to focus on what they were saying. "no, I'll be fine, please, no need to fuss. Just some rest. Is every one else OK?" She sat down and pulled her cloak around her, the words of the drow going round in her head, one of us. She looked up at the sky but the moom was hidden by the clouds. |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 04:50 PM | Were fine.. And more worried about you. Are you sure your alright.. We might still have time to stop whatever the drow did.. |
| Myranthor10-10-03, 05:05 PM | "Okay, now, let's think for a few minutes" I walking back and forth. "The vampire had blood, so, he can as well had venom in his teeth. Thus, perhaps a simple neutralization of poison would be enough, priest. However, as an undead creature, it also might infuse its victims with negative energy, twisting them like that parody of a teacher, Drindin, did in the School. In this case, we might require more of your power. If you can not help, or you can't find the answer and solution to our problem, than we do not have many solutions. Either one of us leads her back to School, where she will be taken care of in the infirmary, or we can carry her with us, neutralizing her at every full moon (thus one a month) by physical strength or through magic. And do not try to make us believe you are going well, milady. You already seem to be turning sick, greenish even. " (To everyone : she is NOT turning greenish 9unless the Dm says so), Myranthor is just trying to get her anxious about her own well-being, and thus cooperative.) |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 05:11 PM | Hmmm.. I dont think its poison.. Seems magical... And cursed.. Ill try a simple banishing spell, just too see what we gotten us self into.. *Takes some grey powder from one of his bags. Takes it between too fingers, and pours it over the bitten spot, while chanting arcane words of light. Kulideb begin to shiver uncontrollably, while the magic sooths her body* This might be strong enough.. And it might not.. Lets see.. DM decides, not anybody else |
| kulideb10-10-03, 05:20 PM | "Oh all right then,please feel free to poke at me." she said a bit harshly. "Sorry, I didnt mean to be rude, I know you only want to help, but really I do feel fine." she said rubbing her hand a little. "I dont need to go back to the school, there seems to be plenty of people here.If I need them." with that she pulled her cloak even tighter around her. |
| Opaque Divinity10-10-03, 05:27 PM | Sorry, I entirely forgot my manners.. I quess im just.. Anxious.. *Walks away from the rest of the group, and stares fixedly into the woods* |
| Drindin10-10-03, 06:20 PM | The three gnomes came out of their initial shock at rodney being six feet, as rodney shrunk back to his usual self. "Taint nothin' we c'n do sir. We trained under Drindin for the first half of the semester, masterin' the magics of law, then we went over to hoot and mastered magic, and ultimatley chose Heireneous as our god... how ever, we's only fledglin' 'dventurers. Not to mention, healin' isn't 'xactley our specialty." Bumble said. |
| Gene_Kynes10-10-03, 06:35 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif He sighed. "Save the 'Woe is me, not all words spoken to me have been sweetened' act until later, friend. C'mon, we've got a student to find...remember? I understand that you care for her...but walking away, and no longer healing just because she didn't say "by the gods, you saved my life! I'm forever your faithful servant!" isn't going to do us much, now is it?" His attempts at trying to calm the priest were...rather blunt, but...he himself wasn't in the mood to honey-coat his words. At least not now. He could've kept Kulideb unharmed...yet...he didn't. "And Kulideb, stop snapping at people. But Sanctus, it's her body, her mind. She can choose whether she wants spells on it or not. So everyone...if she consents, work on healing her." Turning his back on the group...realizing how...unwise it was to take out even a little bit of his own self-frustration on the elf and well-meaning priest. He gives a faint chuckle. "Never claimed to be the kindest leader. But childish responses aren't going to be showered with praise." Oh, the irony of those words, Gene. The irony. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley. (( Er...actually, the Player decides what happens to the Character. The DM has regulation rights, but can't ultimately force something onto a Character. Yeah...it's nit-picking with the Freedom of Destiny, but...eh. I just grew a deep hatred of anti-FoD's when my first time on Wizards, someone said they chopped off my head, and I had no say in it. Anyway, great posts, Everyone! Dager's well-meaning attempts to help, even though those attempts are twisted by his own insanity, Khaira's manifesting of some hidden problem, Agudo and Ruthia's DMing, Myranthor and his stylish Roleplaying, and character ;), Semon and his realistic portrayal of being an outsider, Kulideb's emotional snaps, Drindin for playing gnomes how they're meant to be played...sillily...;), Sanctus and his emotionally sensitive, but well-meaning and caring Priest, and of course...the bad guys. For bein' bad. Well..that's enough from me! :D Keep on posting, everyone! )) |
| Agudo Archmage10-10-03, 07:29 PM | The rain lightens up a bit as everyone is talking, but it is still drizzling. An owl in a tree hoots and a few muddy rabbits run into a fallen hollow log. The night seems to be settling down, and hopefully for the adventurers as well. Sanctus and Gene caring attempt seems to help Kulideb at first. But a few minutes latter on the hand that was bitten a rash appears, nothing bad, but a rash never the less. Yet over all Kulideb looks fine she can walk and doesn’t seem to feel sick. With the exception of the annoying rash. |
| Myranthor10-10-03, 08:03 PM | "I am sorry Gene, but you are mistaken. It is not only her body, and her mind. It is also own security that is threatened. She may turn into a mosnter, at night, and slowly rip our throats out. Malendor would never be saved, we would probably all turn into abominations, and Ruthia, Lady hoot and Agudo himself could only mourn the fall of their former comrades. Afterwhile, they'll send in a new party of students to eradicate the threat we would be for the countryside. It is not entirely her choice. If, as a leader, you prefer to eschew my warnings I think are right, and if she wishes to risk her own sanity in this situation, then I will ask for only thing. Kulideb, you should offer one of us - the one you trust the most- total domination over your will, by feats of magic. Khaira is an accomplished bard, Sanctus seems to know a bit about his own magic, and I am myself a practiotioner of the arcane arts. Even if you lsot your body during a dreaded night of terror, your mind an the control of your actions would still be ours, and you couldn't be a disturbance for us against your own will. What do you say?" |
| Gene_Kynes10-10-03, 09:11 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Myranthor may feel...unsettled, as he notices Gene's expression. If death had an incarnation, not just an avatar from one of it's gods or goddesses...Gene would fit the description of this incarnation's expression. Cold, hating, and inevitable. "The last liberty is the liberty to think what one wishes." It happened in a blur. Gene seemed to appear in two places at once...one standing, staring at Myranthor, the other close to Myranthor, (Unless, of course, he stepped away.)...and between them, the blur of black that your eyes managed to capture. "That liberty will never be stripped from someone, as long as I can help it. Ever." Gene hadn't really encountered Myranthor before...but with the elf's intellect, he could tell that this was a deep pressure point on the Shadowdancer's mind...and that even with Gene's normal callousness, this behavior wasn't normal. "Forgive my...brashness. But forcing your will onto hers will result in your end, Elf. There's no justification for forcing anything on somebody. Use Holding spells, not Domination. Understood?" I need to calm th'hell down. "I'm sorry, Myranthor. I understand that you only presented such an option as an emergency reaction. " He sighed. "I can't force you to change your morals, but at least...attempt to respect freedom of one's self. But they're "the bad guy", right? So that makes it easy...to do what you want with your enemy, right? I never understood how Paladins could justify wiping out entire communities of savage species...jsut because, and yet they're still considered holy. Just because you can cast a certain spell, doesn't mean you should. You dared call Drindin's undead monsterosities to life? And Domination spells are monsterosities to freedom. By Mask...with the Dominated, it's worse. They're still alive. They're trapped behind their own eyes. With the minor undead, they're just marionettes..and with the greater undead, all you see in their eyes is emptiness and hatred for the living. Ugh." Gene seems...to've caught up with his own ranting, and seems...angered at himself. "I'm...sorry...it's just...it's just a sensitive issue for me, Myranthor. You got the point of my entire...inane rant, though...right?" Gene looks up at the elf, all former aggression now drained...and Gene has somehow re-appeared where he was before the blurring movement. (( Thank you, Drindin's Sig! Also...it's the Gene guessing game! Guess what Gene's favorite government is? Hint: "D" "emocracy". What's Gene's least favorite spell? Hint: "M" "Indrape" What's Gene's alignment on the Order/Entropy axis? Hint: "C" "haotic" If you win, you get the prize! )) Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-10-03, 09:20 PM | He broke in "Hey you forgot me, not that an acomplished dementist means anything around," He sighed he could feel the distrust in the air. |
| Gene_Kynes10-10-03, 09:23 PM | Gene looks over to the Dementist. "And I'm a bloody Sorcerer." Shadow Adept...Gene...Shadow Adept. Don't try and hide your past...it has that nasty lil'habit of biting out of the grave. "...and Dementists can summon...not steal minds, last I checked. But I'll give them credit, they can summon some...odd...things..." Gene blinked, in contemplation..if that's possible...before looking back to the Wizard. |
| Myranthor10-10-03, 09:29 PM | "That's why I am speaking to Kulideb and asking for her permission before doing such an act, Gene. I do not get your point of view, really. If I proposed to kill her to "puriy her soul", then you could compare me to paladins wiping villages. If I tried to control her mindlessly to do things she would be ashamed of doing, you could blame me. But, if she herself risks to lose control of her actions, motionless spectator watching herself every ounce of blood in our veins because of the influence of the full moon, wouldn't it be a good thing to have someone else ready to extinguish the bestial instincts she may fall to? Is it preferable to lose your counsciousness to someone who will use his power over you in an honorable way, to protect you from yourself, or is it better to act alone, risking your own sanity, the lives of your friends, and to live a haunted one with awful memories until your death? I am not trying to be mean or to offend her : I am trying to help all of us from living a particularly horrible moment. |
| Gene_Kynes10-10-03, 09:46 PM | Gene...sighs. For once, he was frustrated about his lifespan...the elf had experienced so much more...was so much calmer...yet...ugh! It was almost maddening! "Old phrase, from the Rh'ley Elite. 'Death before dishonor'. In...my opinion, but...this is simply my views...it's better to risk your sanity, rather than preserve it by giving your will to another. If friends are at risk, then simply have a spell of imprisonment cast on yourself, rather than having another force his or her mind on yours. As for the Paladin comparison...it wasn't in the act, but rather the justification of the act. But...in the end, the choice is up to her, no matter what." Gene...almost laughed. Almost. "And as a side note, honor is a load of crap. It's not nearly strong enough to bind another to using it. Once a side becomes the losing side, they'll shed their honor as a snake would it's skin. There's no "honorable way" for anything. But...eh. As I said, just my opinion, not a fact, heh." Strangely enough...Myranthor seems to be calming Gene down, thawing the ice the Shadowdancer once had in the beginning of the journey, as if he was releasing something... |
| Drindin10-10-03, 10:49 PM | "Hey! Bumble! Quite Fidgetin'! Yer gonna make me fall!" Harry yelled, standing on Bumble's shoulders. "It taint bumble Ahm worried about! Tis you, oh-mighty-harry! " Rodney yelled, standing on Harry's shoulders. Together, the three looked like totem pole of gnomitude. "Wells, cin ya reach i' yet?" Bumble yelled at rodney. "Don't know... tis to far up still!" "Use yer club!" Harry yelled. Rodney did so, and managed to knock harry's club out of a tree. "Don' ask me how it got up there! I thinks I threw it to high!" |
| kulideb10-11-03, 03:44 AM | Kulideb sat and listerend to the others talk, she could understand Myranthors concern. "sorry about snapping, look I really do feel fine, But you can keep an eye on me, but only an eye no magic. Will that be OK." She starts to smile watching the three gnomes trying to reach the club.Her hand rubs at a rash on her bitten hand. |
| Opaque Divinity10-11-03, 05:19 AM | Originally posted by Gene_Kynes http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif He sighed. "Save the 'Woe is me, not all words spoken to me have been sweetened' act until later, friend. C'mon, we've got a student to find...remember? I understand that you care for her...but walking away, and no longer healing just because she didn't say "by the gods, you saved my life! I'm forever your faithful servant!" isn't going to do us much, now is it?" His attempts at trying to calm the priest were...rather blunt, but...he himself wasn't in the mood to honey-coat his words. At least not now. He could've kept Kulideb unharmed...yet...he didn't. "And Kulideb, stop snapping at people. But Sanctus, it's her body, her mind. She can choose whether she wants spells on it or not. So everyone...if she consents, work on healing her." Turning his back on the group...realizing how...unwise it was to take out even a little bit of his own self-frustration on the elf and well-meaning priest. He gives a faint chuckle. "Never claimed to be the kindest leader. But childish responses aren't going to be showered with praise." Oh, the irony of those words, Gene. The irony. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley. (( Er...actually, the Player decides what happens to the Character. The DM has regulation rights, but can't ultimately force something onto a Character. Yeah...it's nit-picking with the Freedom of Destiny, but...eh. I just grew a deep hatred of anti-FoD's when my first time on Wizards, someone said they chopped off my head, and I had no say in it. Anyway, great posts, Everyone! Dager's well-meaning attempts to help, even though those attempts are twisted by his own insanity, Khaira's manifesting of some hidden problem, Agudo and Ruthia's DMing, Myranthor and his stylish Roleplaying, and character ;), Semon and his realistic portrayal of being an outsider, Kulideb's emotional snaps, Drindin for playing gnomes how they're meant to be played...sillily...;), Sanctus and his emotionally sensitive, but well-meaning and caring Priest, and of course...the bad guys. For bein' bad. Well..that's enough from me! :D Keep on posting, everyone! )) Do you really think im mad at her?? I am mad at myself, for I am becoming what I were before, more and more.. I thought you would understand, but somehow your hearts to cold to see other peoples trouble... *Turns around and walks to kulideb* Do you want some anti-scratching powder to that? It seems like it wont go away, but it might help you from scratching it, and maybe get some sleep.. *Gives Kulideb some anti-scratch powder* Use it as you will, you have total freedom.. |
| kulideb10-11-03, 08:21 AM | "thank you Sanctus." Kulideb said taking the powder. She wondered what the shadow dancer had been through in the past, well all of them really as she looked around at the group. She hadnt ment to cause such a stir, she would feel better if her hand would just stop itching. She was now trying not to scratch at it to much so the others would notice that it was bothering her. The rain had eased up and so had the mood in the camp... |
| Myranthor10-11-03, 08:37 AM | I turned to the lady, moved by such comprehension and abnegation. "I agree that it is unnecessary to do you insult by not trusting you before a crisis happens. However, if we have the need to subdue or neutralize you in the heat of the curse's manifestation, which ways do you allow us to use to do so?" |
| kulideb10-11-03, 08:57 AM | Kulideb gives the question some thought. "I guess the safety of the group must come first. I guess if I do start to show any signs of...what ever had happened to the drow.Then you would just have to use any means." She then gave Myranthor a smile. "Just do your best and try not to kill me." Her thoughts went to the drow in the end he had taken his own life, she felt her self shudder at what it must have gone through to do such a thing and if she would be strong enough to do the same. |
| Drindin10-11-03, 12:05 PM | The totem-gnomes finally knocked the club down, consequently, knocked themselves down. They all fell over, and once this happened, a series of unfortunate events would lead to the eventual bruising of harry's left toe. First off, a squirell was frightened up a tree. Harry then stood up, grabbing his club, looking around. The squirell then started chirping, which had startled a raven, who was carrying a rock for her nest. The raven swooped down at harry, thinking that he was the source of the noise, and dropped the rock on his head. This made harry jump, and drop his club. The club then landed on his left big toe, and he hollered very very loudly "YOUCH!" He yelled. |
| Myranthor10-11-03, 01:08 PM | "Thank you, Kulideb, for your trust and wisdom. It is pleasing to see that.." Swooping down, the raven perched itself on my shoulder, preventing me from finishing my sentence.. "Nyramithios, greetings, my friend. I am pleased to see you were able to keep hidden from that dragon. What did you learn while following it?" (DM answers) |
| Khaira10-11-03, 03:40 PM | Khaira can only watch as the drow bites Kulideb's hand and everyone begins arguing over her destiny. Maybe she doesn't care - or maybe she's just too shocked to do anything...either way, she just sits and watches, until Mythranor mentions her name as some sort of caretaker. "Hm? Someone say my name?" |
| Gene_Kynes10-11-03, 06:47 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "...I'll...just shut my trap now...heh. I suppose that's the safest choice...I'm trusting your judgement, Myranthor." Gene's calming down, and thawing, is now confirmed, as he stretches out. He looks at the gnomes... "You alright? An'...where did that club come from?" Then, he looked at his elven instructor, after pulling his gloves a little tighter on himself. "Nothing y'need to worry about, Miss Khaira. Say, er...what did you think of my Requiem, back at the school? Does it need more work...or what?" Gradually, his muscles loosened...as he realized they may rest for a while, due to Kulideb's "condition"...he'd rather leave her in deft hands, than with his own mundane, non-magical healing methods. Artwork Copyright © Christopher Quigley |
| Khaira10-11-03, 10:49 PM | Having eaten and taken care of all bodily functions, she rests against a tree trunk and begins sharpening her blades to a point. Holding the blades as she does, and sharpening them until they gilsten like the sun, she ceases to look like a Bard of the Refined Arts. Rather, she looks like an elf... nay, not even an elf ... rather some sort of militant berserker...rage lurking deep within her eyes. What causes these mood swings inn this refined teacher? What does she hold in her mind, in her heart?, some cannot help but wonder. She looks up at Gene seeing him, but...really not. She answers, blank, as if seeing past Gene...or, perhaps reminiscing of someone like him. "Which Requiem would that be, Gene?" ((Speaking of that, what is a "Requiem", and which one are you referring to?)) |
| Gene_Kynes10-12-03, 12:59 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "I don't really name them...but Sara (( Mind me naming students in class? ;) )) said it was...kinda...pretty. So the Pretty Reqiuem, I guess." He shrugs, obviously not too masterful at naming his works...and he seems slightly bothered by the elf's looks, he then...asks her about them. "Something wrong, Khaira?" It seemed as if his own mood swing, the thaw of his mind's ice had upset some delicate balance between the two. Slightly bothered, he walked towards her, loosely crossing his arms. (( Requiem is a song, hymn, work, or service held for the dead. In game terms, it's a feat that allows Bardic music to affect the undead. )) Artwork Copyright © Christopher Quigley 2003 |
| ruthia10-12-03, 09:39 AM | ((The DM wanders in and see's a reason to post! :D )) In Big DM Voice: Myranthor's familiar reports back to him, stating that the dragon flew over the coast, past the old light house before the raven lost sight of him. The Raven believes the dragon dived into the ocean?? The group starts to talk about what to do, when Gene will also notice that his "Compass" is pointing in the same direction the Raven says to go....... |
| Khaira10-12-03, 12:27 PM | She pauses the work with her blades, looking up at Gene for a moment. "What should I tell him, here and now?" she thinks "Shall I tell him all and just give him a hint? Or should I wait until this is all over...?" "My appologies, Gene; I am just reminiscing a little bit. You ... remind me of someone from my past, is all...it's kind of a ... private matter. A sensitive one, even. If I survive this grand adventure, I shall tell all, p'rhaps o'er a nice, hot dinner." |
| kulideb10-12-03, 04:18 PM | Just as kulideb had finished talking to Myranthor a raven flew in to the camp and landed on his shoulder. She waited while Myranthor spoke to the bird. Glancing around the camp she could see Gene and Khaira talking, the gnomes seemed to have gotten the club back although by the way Harry was hopping round not with out more trouble. Her hand was still aching a little, hoping none of the others would notice she looked down at it. She wasnt sure if the rash was getting better or worse. She covered it up again in the bandages from Gene. She then waited to see if the Raven had seen any thing of the dragon. |
| Gene_Kynes10-12-03, 07:39 PM | (( Ruthia...when'll you be on Messenger? We need to talk.)) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene arched a brow, after looking at the Raven, and listening to Myranthor. "...Mind dropping me a hint whether this is a good, or bad thing...Khaira? I'll gladly..take you up on that dinner offer, though...but I'd simply like to know if you're merely teasing my curiousity and giving me somewhat of a goal other than helping the group rescue Malendor." He shrugs, lightly, as he uncrosses his arms, and stretched out. "...Or if you'd rather just reveal all after this...I can do that." With another masked grin, he then steps away from her...and looks to the group. "If your bird's leading us to the same direction of this compass...then it'll be simple. We'll head there as soon as possible, but not until every is readied. Myranthor...out of curiousity, have you ever delved into Divination magics?" Awaiting the elf's response, he then turns to Kulideb...and quietly asks her, leaning in: "Are you alright?" leaning back, quickly shielding his emotion again...he surveys the group's condition. Artwork Copyright © Christopher Quigley 2003. |
| Drindin10-12-03, 10:37 PM | The gnomes dug in for the night, setting up their tent, and creating strategic trenches around the camp. Harry poked his head up. "Oooh... any number of nasty things live out there in the night...." |
| Agudo Archmage10-13-03, 12:11 AM | Sanctus kneels for prayer by the dieing campfire, just before bed. “Light above who shines so brightly upon are weary souls, I thank you for this day and for all that we have. May you lead us into victory against the enemy, who has stolen are comrade Myranthor. May you keep him well, until we see him next, and I pray for Kulideb that she will not become sick, from the evil deranged Drow bight. Sanctus lifts his head to the cloudy sky, smiling as he sings a blessing song. He does this in hope that tomorrow the group will be stronger and wiser. The Cleric of the Light then stands and yawns “For give everyone I hope I have not disturbed you to much, with my prayers and songs.” As he is speaking Sanctus takes one of the jugs of water that they brought for this trip; and pours himself a drink in his small ceramic cup. “Ahh nothing more refreshing than a simple cup of water.” As he walks toward his blanket near the fire he wishes everyone a good night. |
| Khaira10-13-03, 12:27 AM | She smiles, and she thinks. "Well, it could be considered a bad thing and it could be considered a good...a combination of the both, I can see." If Gene possesses any kind of empathy, he can clearly see it's getting harder and harder to talk about this particular subject. But, for some reason, she goes on... "But, really, it is mostly a good. Not very mcuh bad. Very little in fact. Really the only thing is that I ended up...ahem...well, enough of my past..." She was going to say something bad - that much is obvious. Did this person die? Did he do something bad to Khaira? What? |
| Gene_Kynes10-13-03, 12:56 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene arched a brow. "You know...I've never met someone as confusing and intriguing as you, Miss Khaira. But..I'm glad t'be a slightly bad, but mostly good reminder of someone..I...think..." Shrugging, he stretches out, waving to Sanctus. "Sleep well, healer." He then turns back to Khaira... "Well..now I've really got something to look forward to, even after we secure Malendor. Sweet dreams, Khaira...I know not many elves sleep, but rest up, will you?" He offers a faint smile, before going around the camp...and ducking into the gnome's tent, says quietly: "Great job on the trenches, you three. You have my thanks." then slipping back out. He stays on watch for a good while...then casting his Shadow Duplicate as guard. As the darker version of himself hid, psuedo-existant blade readied, slip slipped into his own tent which he quickly pitched. Shedding his cloak, overshirt, and mask..he then lays down on his rolled-up cloak, and sleeps at his usual ...in easily-disrupted lengths. Artwork Copyright © Christopher Quigley 2003 |
| Drindin10-13-03, 01:10 AM | The three gnomes smile proudly a gene's comment. "thank you very much sir!" All three gnomes say in unicon before climbing into their beds and falling asleep... |
| ruthia10-13-03, 01:17 AM | ((I relize Semon hasn't posted....He said he catch up tommorrow.I'm sure Myran will catch up also. Is Dager going to catch up also?)) As the night wears on, one by one the group gets comfortable and falls asleep. A few of them decide to take turns at watching while the other's sleep. Morning arrives without incedent, but with it comes the dession on which way to go. Kulideb wakes to find a spot of morning sun shining on her face, which some how seems to bother her a little. Her hand is still covered in the rash and itchy....as well as other parts of her body she soon relizes. When the Gnomes wake up in the morning, Rodeny will see (After they all stand up) were before he was just about the same hieght as the others now he stands about 5 inches taller then the rest...a possible side affect of Myranthor's spell last night. ((Comic Relief time...I was tired when I wrote this!)) The rest get up to a fairly normal start, well as normal as a morning in the woods can be. Khaira gets woken up by a squirrel sitting on her, chirping angerly. Sanctus hears the birds singing and awakes in time to roll out from under a nest before *PLOP* Myranthor awake to his familiar lightly pecking at his blankets, when he opens his eyes he relizes he slept on an ant hill. Semon finds that he slept on a rock all night and now has the worst backache in the world. Dager was safe where he was and Gene had taken last watch, so was spared being woken up like this. |
| Opaque Divinity10-13-03, 02:42 AM | Originally posted by Agudo Archmage Sanctus kneels for prayer by the dieing campfire, just before bed. “Light above who shines so brightly upon are weary souls, I thank you for this day and for all that we have. May you lead us into victory against the enemy, who has stolen are comrade Myranthor. May you keep him well, until we see him next, and I pray for Kulideb that she will not become sick, from the evil deranged Drow bight. Sanctus lifts his head to the cloudy sky, smiling as he sings a blessing song. He does this in hope that tomorrow the group will be stronger and wiser. The Cleric of the Light then stands and yawns “For give everyone I hope I have not disturbed you to much, with my prayers and songs.” As he is speaking Sanctus takes one of the jugs of water that they brought for this trip; and pours himself a drink in his small ceramic cup. “Ahh nothing more refreshing than a simple cup of water.” As he walks toward his blanket near the fire he wishes everyone a good night. Nice one :) *Yawn* *Walks over to Gene* Lets get the other ready.. We have a long travel ahead of us... *Yawn* *Scratches hair and slowly growing beard* Where to get a shower and some... health care.. *Points to the beard-stubbs* :D. |
| kulideb10-13-03, 04:05 AM | Kulideb came out of her reverie. The camp seemed to be waking up. She wandered a short distance from the camp to freshen up. The rash on her hand was really starting to annoy her. She found a puddle of clear water and removed her shirt, meaning to give that a rinse to wash the blood from the drow off. As she looked down at her arms and upper body she could see that the rash had spread. She applied the powder that Sanctus had given her, then hurriedly put her shirt back on. She made her way back to the camp trying to keep to the shadows, as the sun seemed to be too bright. She wondered weather she should say any thing to the others, but apart from the itching she didnt feel to bad. She would give the powder longer to work. With that she she walked back into the camp trying to look unperturbed. She gathered her things together and dug out a pair of gloves from her pack slipping them on. If any one asked her she would just say it was to give better grip on her bow. |
| Opaque Divinity10-13-03, 04:20 AM | *Sanctus sees kulideb coming back to camp with waterdrops in her face and on her body* Is there water nearby? The gods know I need a shower.. They can probably smell me :).. |
| Gene_Kynes10-13-03, 05:23 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif When Sanctus finds Gene, the psuedo-Shadovar has a small blade to his cheek...and yet not a drop of blood spills from his cheek. Tossing the blade over to Sanctus, he slips his mask back on. "A lil'rough, but it works." Walking out to feed his steed again, he passes the young elf...and sticking an arm out, stops her. Heavy suspicion is in his eyes. "You doing alright, 'Deb?" A smile then crosses his features underneath the mask, as he lets his arm fall limp to his side. After her answer...guessing it's positive, he smiles again and says "That's great, but still...get it looked at." before heading to his horse. Artwork Copyright © Christopher Quigley 2003 |
| Opaque Divinity10-13-03, 05:31 AM | Thanks gene. *Spends the next ten minutes on clearing his face of the growing beard. When he is finished, he have several cuts on his face* I envy the elves :). *Gives the blade back to gene and mounts his own horse* |
| Semon10-13-03, 08:56 AM | After that crazy night, I wake up to the craziest ache in my back. After relizing I have slept on a rock, I get up to start perparing breakfast, while doing this I turn a ear towards the others who are up and ask "So Is it decided on which way we are to go?" After a little I finish cooking, I take a plate of the eggs and bacon that I had made, then find a place to sit and eat while everyone else wakes up. |
| kulideb10-13-03, 09:30 AM | As Kulideb entered the camp a clean shaven Gene asked her if she was alright. She almost told him no, but stoped herself. "I'm.. fine, thanks.But I think that Sanctus might need a few lessons on how to use that blade." She told Sanctus about the clear puddle,Semon had finished cooking his breakfast and looked ready to go. So she finished rolling up her blanket. "Thats me packed." she said, she quickly droped her hand down from her arm where she had been scratching. |
| Khaira10-13-03, 10:08 AM | Khaira comes up from a peaceful sleep in the wilderness and sees some foreign creature assaulting her angrily! She jumps up, and reaches for her blades. "Attack, attack! Begone, ye beast of evil! Away with ye!" Suddenly she realizes...it's just a squirrel. Smiling nonchalantly, she nods to her comrades. "I was just...er...practicing my battle cry, you know." With that she begins to put together her gear, humming a tune to herself |
| Myranthor10-13-03, 11:52 AM | (Flashback) After Nyramithios' arrival, the small informations he attained to earn were passed throughout our unorganized group, like a spark over barrels of lantanese gunpowder. At Gene's question, I mumbled an inintelligible "Yes, no problem...", preoccupied by another relatively important question. If the fine eyes of my familiar were as sharp as they always were, it would prove almost impossible to follow the dragon. To cast a few spells destined to make one of us able to breathe underwater wouldn't be that hard : All I would have to do would be to call upon the school's Spellpool, hoping it would contain what I need. However, never would I be able to find within it, despite its size and diversity, enough arcane energies to change all of us into fishes or to bestow us with extraordinary lung capacity. I would've raised the problem immediately, yet I already sent our "proud and fearless" leader in a fist of rage, and he was busy exchanging sweet words with his magnificent teacher, whom had the audactity, the boldness to mingle her profound emotions with a human, a creature not unlike an orc. I frowned slightly, disgusted at what I saw. A leader, especially if he is known to be cold, calculator, shouldn't become involved with his companions, unless he wishes to risk their lives. A passionate leader is also a thoughtless leader, who relies more an impulse than judgement. Disgusted, I went to trance immediately, without speaking one more word, trying to forget in my trance the scene I had the extreme displeasure of attending to. I exiled myself under a nearby tree, closed my eyes and started to breathe calmly, hypnotically, until my heart became one with my breath. Soon enough, and against my will, my eyes opened to reveal me a scarred landscape, a world unknown to me. The lands, hollow of any sign of life, were empty up to the point meets the horizon. A blinding sun shocked my acute eyes, as well as my usually hypersensitive senses. "ROAR!" A growl was heard in the distance. I didn't know where to look at, the source of this bestial sound. Massive stomps, making the ground tremble at each step, every second. Panicked, I turned around, trying to discover the source of these frightening sounds. Then, I saw them. Firstly, I distinguished her mother, walking on the ground. She ran strangely, following closely a smaller target, lost in the blue sky, a victim she held prisonner with her magic powers. The poor woman, flying through the air, controlled by the saurian, was crying desperately, helpless. Then, horrible sight of a demon, the dragon took the air, rising like a massive eagle. It circled around its prey, tormenting it, shooting on her bolts and bolts of lightning that Kel'Rea, due to her affinity with blue dragons, did not find lethal : that would have been to easy. Her sadical genitor enjoyed the knowledge that her daughter would be able to resist, for a long time, the pain she was inflicting her before passing away. Prisonner, I couldn't move. contrarily to humans, who are seldom inactive in their savage dreams, us are prisonenrs of our trances, bound to only observe and contemplate the sight shown to us. Roasted, Kel'Rea's warm skin lost its blue hue, gaining an incorporeal state over time, as her mother transformed her in a shapeless version of herself. She lost all consistence, she turned ghostly, a prisonner of unlife, an horrible creation made by a demented mind, inhabited by a tortured one. Both her and her mother noticed me, alone in the plains. The dragon's maw opened. Lightning sparked. I felt itches all over my face... "What's that" I mumbled clearly, touching my golden visage with my dexterous hands. "Ants." I quickly washed myself, still panicked, and left the camp. **************************************** ******* After Gene and Sanctus' daily healthcare seance, Iarrived from the woods, visibly tired. I carried my spellbook under my arm, and claimed to anyone who'd ask that I just went to study for the day. However, lif left alone, my eyes will stare, my face would still, telling any observator about my inner turmoil and constant questions. Also, at the slightest sound, I would turn swiftly, believing to have felt a strange chill, an evanescent presence. |
| Drindin10-13-03, 12:08 PM | The gnomes woke up at the chirping sound, and all three of them poked their heads out of the tent, just in time to see Myranthor return. They blinked, and yelled out, in unicon "Hey, where you been!" Getting only an "Out studying" for reply, the gnomes shrugged, and hopped out, starting a campfire. Harry gathered wood: Bumble went out to look for old man's beard to use as starter, and Rodney started rubbing stick together over some grass. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-13-03, 12:08 PM | The camp was awanking as he awoke retrieving his personel guards into his mind. He got up and walked towards the rest of the group. Speaking to Gene "So we have to start moving again, how close are we to this certain place were headed?" He scratched his head and yawned wondering if Myranthor had healed Kulideb. |
| Elvina10-13-03, 12:23 PM | As the group finishes waking up, the more quick of hearing suddenly hear foot steps coming upon the camp site. Suddenyl a female elf with red hair burst out of the woods from the direction of the school. Hands on her hips she stands deffiantly as she says "Well there you guys are! Didn't get very far did you? Well we going to get going or what?" She stands waiting for them.....Those who have been around the school for a while clearly reconize her as Elvina, the elf who welcomes people to the school in the lobby. |
| Gene_Kynes10-13-03, 02:01 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene grins to Sanctus after catching his blade. "Not too bad...'least you were careful on your neck..." Looking at Semon, then to Dager Gene nods. "We're going to check out that lighthouse. Last time I read up on Water Breathing's duration...well, I doubt it'll be enough to have us swim a mile or so. But hey, we don't personally know how deep down this...dragon...is...but better to be safe, no?" He snickers at Khaira, mumuring: "Very, very smooth...", before finally looking Myranthor. The man's eyes narrow, just briefly, at his sensitivity to sound, and his psuedo-paranoia...walking towards the elf with his same silent stride. "Something on your mind, Myranth-?" turning around, he looks at the newcomer, his hand vaguely slipping towards his cloak...but then it falls. "Elvina. What're you doing here?" Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb10-13-03, 03:45 PM | Kulideb looked over to Myranthor but he didnt really look in a mood for talking. She thought she heard some one coming in through the woods. She picked up the bow but let it drop to her side when she saw the red headed elf came into the camp. "Elvina!" |
| Myranthor10-13-03, 05:02 PM | "Elvina!" At the sudden shouts provocked by her appearance, I rose to my feet, until I spotted her frail person. o O ( Arwen, thy bragol rakta navee' seasu vee a mori naug.) |
| Elvina10-13-03, 05:03 PM | Putting her hands on her hips again as she stares down the group, Elvina says "I'm joining the group, what else would I be doing here. I'm not going to let some one hurt my friend, and by hurting Malendor thier hurting my friend Star Bright!" She looks the group over, then turns once again to Gene. "So are we leaving now or what?" Her gaze softens slightly as she spots Myranthor out of the corner of her eye, but she does not look at him. |
| Agudo Archmage10-13-03, 11:38 PM | As the group prepared to leave, the warm sunrise started to shine through the trees. The ground was still damp from the earlier storm and chirping of the birds and prancing of animals told of an active day ahead. Just to the northwest the ocean could be barely heard, but the smell of the sea was strong and clear. When the group of adventures decide to continue the journey, they will see as they break through the trees a tall lighthouse standing on a bluff. On its east corner is a two story stone house with a low garden wall in front. Some colorful vines climb around the wall and gate. The gate it self has been left open, probably because of last night’s windy storm. Once through a well-maintained garden, the group can be see, several verities of fruits and vegetables growing. A small porch a few feet from the lush garden, leads to a wooden door that has been painted green. With closer inspection the door is ajar as if someone is inviting everyone in. |
| kulideb10-14-03, 02:23 PM | After saying hello to Elvina Kulideb picked up her belongings. "well, I'm ready when every one else is." she said trying to be cheerful. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-14-03, 03:56 PM | Dager came through some brush yawning and wondering where the noise is coming from as he says "So who is this Elvina, that welcomes us?" He starts to wake up as the others explain |
| Drindin10-14-03, 06:01 PM | The gnomes huddled around Kulideb, Harry and Rodney clinging to her left, Bumble to her right, and the each peaked around, "Ooh... there must be pirates here!" Harry said. "I's don' think there is! I think's there be lizard-barbarians here!" Bumble replied. Rodney slapped both of them "There aint no pirates OR barbarians!" "Well, if it isn't pirates-" "-Or Barbarian's!" Bumble had chimed in, cutting off harry. "Then what is it?" Harry finished. Rodney stood up, making himself look a bit taller, not that he allready wasn't... "Well, it's sea-monsters of course! Them big scaly ones that sorta look like people, all hunched over with spears and big teeth." Bumble shivered, believing every word Rodney said. "yeah, they likes to eat gnomes especially, they come out at night when you least suspects it, then drag you in the water till ya drown!" Harry scoffed. "Yeah, I'm SO--- sure Rodney! Are they related to the big swamp-monsters?" "Yep!" Rodney exclaimed. Bumble clung tightly onto kulideb, but the other two had let go, standing on either side of her. |
| Semon10-14-03, 06:59 PM | After I finish eating I go over to my horse and saddle him for the riding ahead of us today. I was mummering to him when a girl that everyone says is Elvina burst into the campsite, apperantly set to join us no matter what. Shrugging my shoulders I mount up, ready to ride to this Lighthouse. |
| Gene_Kynes10-14-03, 08:20 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "...Bloody...hel-" Gene sighs...and looks at the receptionist. Receptionist. Sits all day in front of a desk, takes messages, tells people to fill out forms, occaisonally gets up to do errands. ... Fodder. Fodder, fodder, foddity-fodder, fodder-fodder-fodder. This'll be fun. Gene snapped out of his thoughts, to look at the elf. "...Elvina, c'mere." If she oblieges him...he whispers...very, very softly into her pointed ears. "Don't. Get. In. The. Way." He then steps back, and sighs. "Understood?" He then looks to the gnomes...and sighs. "C'mon, keep your heads and hearts clear, you three. If a man, or monster bleeds as I bleed, I could care less if it's a pirate or a barbarian. It's still a target. Keep that in mind." Drawing his blade out, he walked towards the pillar-like structure...slowly, judging the distance between himself, the lighthouse, and the sea...running a few calculations through his mind, attempting to find the possible dangers that could possibly be set up within. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina10-14-03, 08:31 PM | Elvina walks over to gene when he calls.. "Don't. Get. In. The. Way." He then steps back, and sighs. "Understood?" Elvina's face turns red, she glares at him. Just before he starts walking away, Elvina stomps heavily on his foot. She then turns away with a humph and walks towards Kulideb. |
| kulideb10-15-03, 04:04 AM | Kulideb smiles at the gnomes and tries not to trip over them, a little hard when Bumble seems to not want to let go. "I guess Genes not a morrning person." she said to Elvina, she couldnt help but smile at the red headed elf, after seeing her stomp on Genes foot. She didnt ride the pony but led it as they walked towards a light house,she glanced arond the well maintained gardens and readied her bow, but waited for Gene to give the ordrer before going on. |
| Opaque Divinity10-15-03, 05:23 AM | *Sanctus smiles widely to the Elf* Hello M'lady.. *Kisses her on the hand and then turns towards the lighthouse* So.. Im ready too. This should be fun :). |
| Elvina10-15-03, 01:08 PM | Torn between walking next to her new friend and another, special person, Elvina walks towards the back of the group. She keeps glancing at Myranthor and blushing. Once they get to the lighthouse Elvina lingers towards the back as they wait for Gene to tell them what to do. |
| Opaque Divinity10-15-03, 01:14 PM | *Takes the elf's silence as polite distrust. Then he sees her glance towards Myranthor and smiles* o O (Sweet young love.. *sigh*) |
| Duilya10-15-03, 02:36 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif A young pink haired elf lies in the gardens near the lighthouse; the cool morning breeze tossing her hair about and chilling her skin. The child had been on her way to some fancy school run by a crazy old wizard, but got lost along the way. . . . . .Oh well, being lost wasn't so bad, especially when surounded with such gorgeous flowers! Infact, the young Elven child appretiated the flowers so much that she picked a few and delicately placed them in her hair. Then she picked a few more and created a beautiful bouquet! But one bouquet looked lonely by itself, so she made another. However, after noticing how cute the two bouquets looked beside one another she decided to create several dozen more!. . . After a few hours of work, all the boquets had been completed! The boquets looked lovely! The garden however, looked. . . Just then, the girl leaps up as she hears footsteps coming towards her. Not wanting to get caught for tearing apart a once lovely portion of the garden, the child conceals herself into the shadows. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Gene_Kynes10-15-03, 04:51 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Despite how quietly he had moved, and how he even ignored Elvina's attack, Gene still managed a gasp...when he noticed the garden's state. "...messy." Moving across the severed stems and damaged flowerbeds...a frown crosses Gene's features, but the blade is still in his hand as firmly as ever. When he moved to enter the lighthouse, however, his...cloak...stopped him. (( Sorry about the color, but...erm...just kinda shows how something that both exists and doesn't exist talks, eh? And...sorry about the cheesy accent, too, but the entire 'lack of vocal cords' thing is a slight handicap. :P )) ...Sometheehngssss.......huheere.....Hy. ..nowe....it... Turning around, Gene's eyes narrowed to look for shape, shine, discoloration...anything that would point out another being attempting to hide from him...for now, being silent to the rest of the party. (( Welcome! :D )) Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-15-03, 05:11 PM | He turned around and saw gene looking at something "Hey, Gene what did you find?" He walked next to him and thought he saw something move |
| Myranthor10-15-03, 05:49 PM | Elvina's face turns red, she glares at him. Just before he starts walking away, Elvina stomps heavily on his foot. She then turns away with a humph and walks towards Kulideb. o O ( hmmpff! You deserved it, Gene. Would the little elf who deceived me so much forged herself a suitable personnality lately? It would be time, the second century is not really the time to decide of your opinions on life. ...... A furious personnality, even. This trip will be dreadful, I guess. Why didn't she chose to do what she is usually fond of, spending all her time sitting on a desk, writing in a dusty tome? And why did Kel,rea came back? The dreams stopped a long time ago. Would it be because of the tomes, or because of the nature of these woods? Gene, too, had a strange vision. Is the sudden appearance of Kel'Rea in my dreams an omen of Elvina reapparing once again in my life? Or maybe Elvina is both the dragon and Kel, one part I hate and one part I love, constantly fighting each other and trying to destroy myself...or could it be that...?) These thoughts ran again and again in my confused brain up to when we reached the lighthouse, where my horse stopped with all others. Myself, however, didn't notice any difference, and I was still plunged in my deep introspection. |
| Drindin10-15-03, 06:12 PM | The three gnomes began investigating at once... and decided to check out the massive pile of boquets... "Hellooo..." Harry yelled out. "Barbarian-pirate-sea-monster thingys! Come out come out where ever you are!" |
| Gene_Kynes10-15-03, 06:20 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "...I sense something...elusive...Dager, your chain has respectable range. If something tries to get me from behind, disarm it." Inhaling deeply...Gene closes his eyes briefly. When they re-open, they're a burst of black floating in the sea of a lavender iris. To the others, it seemed nothing more than cosmetical... Yet to him, it was discomforting. It was like your eyes couldn't tell color...and were trapped underneath water. Faces, places blurred...as he stared at life itself. He and Dager, the nearest beings to the man, were fierce beacons of life (unless Dager's undead, or heavily wounded, heh...)...and something...else. A brighter, purer humanoid form of light stood in an odd, ordinarily uncomfortable-looking and extraordinarily flexible position...one that made it blend in with the black, wavering wall. Gene blinks again, and his eyes are once again a calm blue...yet nobody gets to note this immediately...as he's gone from their sight, appearently after coming in contact with Dager's shadow. Beside Duiyla, she lightly felt air being displaced, a sign of a teleportation of sorts happening amazingly nearby...and if she turns to face the source, she sees Gene's form standing near her, arms crossed. Loosely held in his right hand is a dagger, one that depicts ancient...even for an elf...runes. "...The harder you try to conceal yourself, the more curiousity you draw to yourself, as a flame does the moth. Try blurring the edges, instead of hiding the picture." Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira10-15-03, 06:51 PM | Khaira simply follows behind the group, her twin blades out and at ready. She seems very detached (heh, did I spell that right?) from everythign and everyone, yet at the same time extremely alert.... (sorry guys, been sick the past couple days...looks like I missed a lot!) |
| Drindin10-15-03, 10:41 PM | The gnomes stumbled over to Gene. "Looks like we found our perpotrator!" Harry said, pointedly. "Oi! Looks likes we did too!" Bumble responded. "How's do we know we can trust Ha'?" Rodney said, looking up at Gene." |
| Duilya10-15-03, 11:01 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif EEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Duilya bursts out of the shadows and begins to run towards the lighthouse! How did they find her!? She thought she had hidden herself so well! These guys must be the keepers of this garden! Oh no! I'm in so much trouble! I can't believe that they actually found me! That one scary looking guy even pulled out his knife! Duilya continues to dash towards the lighthouse, her pink hair and black cloak waving behind her. Maybe she could lose them once she was inside! Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| kulideb10-16-03, 04:06 AM | "She was only a child did you have to scare her so?!" said Kulideb to Gene. "We had better follow her in and make sure she alright". She said setting off to the light house, but she had the sense not to rush in in case there was a trap of some kind. She followed the girl carefully. |
| Elvina10-16-03, 10:44 AM | Also glaring, Elvina follows Kulideb and the elf child into the lighthouse. As she catches up to Kulideb she says "Are all men this insensitive, or is it just the group that keeps getting attracted to the school?" As she says this she first looks at Gene, then Myranthor, then looks back to the lighthouse as her and Kulideb get ready to enter it. ((Welcome Duilya! )) |
| Semon10-16-03, 10:59 AM | I also just followed the group on my horse, seemingly in a daze ((Had to work, sorry)) When the group stops at the lighthouse, I dismount and stand a little dazed at the distruction of the garden o O(It must have been buetifull before this) Then our "Leader" scares some bright haired child out of the shadows. o O(Very tactful) I leave my horse outside the garden, confident it will not wander far, then walks towards the lighthouse into to see the Girls (Well most of them) following the child into the lighthouse. I turn to the person closes to me, which happened to be Myranthor, and say "What are thoughs girls doing? This could be a trap, and their walking straight into it! For all we know that shape shifter is in there" |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-16-03, 03:23 PM | Something bursts out of the bushes suddenly! A little suprised he whips cghains out trying to get one around her ankle without hurting her to much "Someone might want to catch her!" He lets loose more chains toward the runner. |
| Khaira10-16-03, 04:55 PM | She chases after the girl, hoping to catch her... "Hey, girl, stop there!" "The Hell's a kid doing here anyway?" |
| Drindin10-16-03, 06:09 PM | The gnomes shrug, and run in after her, ready to pull of acrbatic manuevers if needed.. |
| Gene_Kynes10-16-03, 06:20 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "...Scare her?! Scare her?! Well...damn, I'm the bad guy." Smirking, his eyes turn that odd color again... If Duilya's visible to the Lifesight...and wasn't stopped. Gene shadowjumps at an angle...to stop the flee with his super-sneaky skill of 'being a solid object'. When he has stopped her...he removes his mask, and pulls his hood back...then revealing his palms, slowly kneeling. "Calm, calm...didn't mean to give you such a shock. Not here to hurt you, Miss. If I was, I'd wouldn't've acted how I did...back there. If you're worried about us...owning this lighthouse, thus the garden, don't worry about it. We've as much right to be here as you do, essentially. Name's Gene." If she was bumped back onto a prone, or kneeling position, he stands up...and offers a gloved hand to her. His intimidating look seems to have less of an impact, as half of his mask is hanging onto his ear. If Duiyla's not visible to the Lifesight, and wasn't caught... Gene 'jumps into the doorway of the lighthouse, putting his weapon away as he very, very quietly creeps...trying to follow the sounds of footsteps, or of panting. If she was caught...repeat the vocal part of the first scenario. In either case...he doesn't care much to take note of the surrounding room details, but if an obvious threat is visible, his forearms soon have several shurikens hanging off of them in very neat rows. Appearently, he's found a way to prepare for one of his pseudo-existant shuriken 'rainfalls'. |
| Myranthor10-16-03, 07:51 PM | The sound of bushes being shaken, rushed footsteps on the ground awoke me from my world. I only had a few seconds to look around me, and I barely saw a pinkish hue running, closely followed by its black cloak. It entered in the lighthouse, to be quickly followed by the two ladies, after Elvina lent Gene and i an assassin look. o O ( I don't know why, but I probably deserved it) "What are thoughs girls doing? This could be a trap, and their walking straight into it! For all we know that shape shifter is in there" "Dragon" I answered while dismounting my horse. "Malendor and Ruthia are both dragons, and mal is even a general where he lives. It is pretty sure the kidnapper is also one of these creatures. And I msut admit that these girls are pretty senseless, their emotions are too strong for their minds: They would rather act on impulse than rationalized thinking. " Then, with a faint smile, I turned to Semon. "The sad thing is that it's why we love them." |
| Duilya10-16-03, 08:15 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Dagger's first chain manages to wrap around the elven child's ankle sending the girl crashing to the ground. Duilya's eye's light up with fear as she frantically tries to free herself, only to feel more chains wrap around her. Seeing Gene slowly approach her, she appears to cry out for help. Strangely though, no sound comes from the child. . . . . .As Gene begins to try and comfort the scared elf, three large shadows leap from the shaded areas of the garden and pounce towards the party! Two of them dive towards Dagger and the other one lands beside Duilya. The one at Duilya's side arcs it's back and lowers it's head as if growling at Gene, while the other two commence their attack on Dagger! (( Thanks for the warm greetings guys! Try not to hurt Duilya's shadows too much now, they think that they're defending her. ;) Also, just to clairify, Myranthor couldn't have heard Duilya's EEEEEEEEEEEE!!! That was a thought. Anything written in italics like that represents Duilya thinking. If you'd prefer, I can switch to making thoughts look like this o O ( ~ ) :) Anyway, enjoy your first battle guys! (I hope Ruthia's okay with this) :confused: )) Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Gene_Kynes10-16-03, 08:46 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "..." Gene...simply stared at the girl. He tied the mask back on, seemingly determined...to do something. A 'Dancer?! Quickly ignoring the shadow...he kneels near the Elf, working on freeing her ankle from the chain. If the shadow attacks, Gene takes the blows, even as his strength is drained. However...Umbra (( His cloak...)) tries to stop the shadow, if possible, by wrapping in whirlwind patterns around the being. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin10-16-03, 09:38 PM | The gnomes shriek in horror at the shadows, and (convinced the shadows are undead) hold out their holy symbols (having no idea the shadows are in fact NOT undead) |
| Agudo Archmage10-16-03, 10:29 PM | CO-DM As the commotion goes on in the house, several things can be seen. In the main room that Gene and the little girl are in, is several peaces of furniture. A simple wooden desk near one of the three windows and a hard wood frames couch with red pillows. Also In the corner is a bookshelf fool of a verity of tombs, and leather bound hand written books. Two doors are seen, one leading to the west, the other to the east of the room. A small dining table with four chairs and several lit oil lamp on the walls, next to the lights are some pictures. One is of a lovely forty year old woman, she is obviously a sea captain; by the make of her clothing in the painting. The other paintings are of familiar people to the group. One is of Gene dressed as he is now. The other is Myranthor in the clothing that he is wearing at this moment. In fact at closer inspection everyone that has joined the group is in a painting. |
| kulideb10-17-03, 04:32 AM | ((I said I went in carefully in case of traps!)) Kulideb watched as Dager set his chains out after the child. "Dager no!" The child fell to the ground. Kulideb went forward to help her, but Gene arrived first, so she stayed back so that the child didnt feel threatened by being closed in. She was a little taken aback by the shadows that came out to attack. The gnomes shriked but the shadows seemed to concentrate on Gene. Kulideb sensed that the shadows were conected to the little elf. Gene and his cloak seemed to be getting things under control. She looked around the room, she loved books so she went over to read their titles. Her arm was starting to itch again and she was starting to feel hungry. She stopped to look at the paintings on the wall. "Myranthor, your in this one." as she looked at the rest of the paintings she could see that they all had a painting. |
| Duilya10-17-03, 05:18 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Seeing Gene advance towards Duilya, the shadow leaps towards him. How dare that arrogant human ignore its warning! The silver haired one was going to pay!!! Unfortunately for the shadow, Gene's cloak quickly launches a defence by attempting to wrap itself around the creature. Although the cloak fails to entangle the shadow, it does prevent it from reaching Gene. . . The two shadows by Dagger continue their onslaught, trying to dive through the dementist in order to sap him of his strength. He was the one responsible for capturing their friend, and they intended to free her! Duilya continues to kick and squirm as Gene tries to free her. The sound of panicked breathing is all that escapes the child's lips. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb10-17-03, 05:41 AM | Kulideb looked back at the girl, Gene and Dager. "I think you are still frightening her." she said looking concered at the girl. |
| Opaque Divinity10-17-03, 06:02 AM | *Looks as his own picture* That artist knows how to capture detail! *Walks over to another picture. It seems to be kulidebs* Hey Deb, theres one of you! *Hears all the action outside. Walks outside and kneels by the little girl* We dont want too harm you, little friend. Gene and Dager is just a bit... *Circles his finger right next to his temple, in an effort to make the girl laugh* Please unsummon those shadows.. We dont mean no harm. |
| Gene_Kynes10-17-03, 10:24 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene almost growls at Santcus...yet oddly enough, a voice comes from his cloak, the same mimicry...if not mockery...of human speech by something obviously not meant to speak such. "Styhll thye tungeh, thhowst wehak-mindeed spuhynelesss wrehtcheh..." Something seems...odd about Gene, considering not even those who had adventured with him noticed such a fierce determination...at least, towards someone he barely knew. Deciding to at least offer a stalemate...the area around him grows darker, and several slender, familiar figures swirl around Gene...before attempting to block any strikes against the three near the elf. (Sanctus, Duilya, and Gene, unless I forgot someone.) He slows his movements however, as Duilya squarely kicks him in the jaw. Glancing up, as a bit of crimson spreads in the fabric of the mask, he sighs. "Honestly now. Let's think of the logic b'hind 'kicking Gene in the face', a plan devised by Miss Pinkhair." He actually makes use of his hand-eye-coordination, trying to loosen and then remove the chain, while maintaing a calm demeanor...despite the combat. "First part of the plan, so far, seems to be "Finding Gene". Second part seems to be 'wait until Gene tries to remove binding chain that may dislocate ankle. Make sure he isn't attacking you, because..you know, if he's not attacking you, he's obviously an evil, evil, puppy-kicking man. A real good guy would attack you on the spot. Duh.'. Last part, is the omega, final, vital, climax, which is 'kicking Gene in the face.' Which hurts. Ugh." As the last link of the chain is undone, the chain falls weakly off her ankle, most of it's components severed, if the chain was particularly tenacious. "Better? And Umbra...shut up." Ohhh....kaye.... Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Gene_Kynes10-17-03, 10:26 AM | ...Double post.Dum-dum-dummm! |
| HeavensRose10-17-03, 01:00 PM | In a cloud of white smoke she appears standing a few feet behind Gene. She places a hand on his shoulder, "Why did you leave me with him Gene?" She is gently holding the rose he had left for her in the tavern. The robe is covering her completely, including her head. By her shaky voice it seems she had been crying not long ago. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-17-03, 04:04 PM | Busy trying to fight the shadow he speaks to Gene "I could of undone those for you, but it seems you've got it." The last chain comes of with the words of unlink. A woman appears talking to Gene "So who is your new girl, Gene?" finnaly seeing the paintings "So what are these paintings, know one as ever painted a portrait of me before?" Admiring the great technique of the artist in his picture |
| Gene_Kynes10-17-03, 05:42 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif If Duilya persists in her kicking, or the girl's 'protector' shadow breaks free of Umbra's entropic defense, Gene attempts to block any hits to him as he looks up to Rose...looking utterly surprised. "Rose?! I...I didn't think you'd've minded!" Standing up, but still blocking if needed, he looks at Rose, the suprise dissolving to a...guilt...as much of the emotion that his own insticts would allow him. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know...you'd...you'd dislike it so much, Rose. But...I had to come here. He...wasn't...too..k-kind a host...I take it?" Glancing over to Dager, he simply says: "I...never had a girl in the first place, Dementist...h-how could I have a new one?" Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Duilya10-17-03, 05:52 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Finally freed, Duilya quickly scampers away from Gene only to find herself trapped in a corner. Trying to find a way out, Duilya quickly scans the walls and notices all of the hanging portraits. I knew it! These guys must be the owners of this place! Why else would their pictures be hanging on the wall? Turning around to face Gene, the girl starts to tremble. She really hadn't meant to kick him in the face like how she did. She was only trying to escape. It wasn't like she was trying to hurt him. * * * She's Free. Seeing their friend freed from the chains, the three shadows quickly meld into the darker area's of the room and reappear in front of Duilya. All of them appear to be in a defensive stance, ready to tackle anyone who gets too close. Duilya's shadows looked strikingly different from Gene's. Whereas the silver haired man's shadows all appeared to have slender humanoid forms, (( I think )) The pink haired elf's shadows looked almost more like panthers. Beady yellow eyes study the opponents before them before all shifting towards the ghostly looking lady behind Gene. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Opaque Divinity10-17-03, 05:56 PM | *Sanctus walks slowly forward, hoping the shadows wont hurt him* Listen to me... We don't mean you no harm... Please if you would just calm down. *Takes his blade from the robes and lays the quietly on the ground besides him* |
| Cloaked Figure10-17-03, 06:26 PM | On a dark, dark coast, there was a dark, dark lighthouse. And in that dark, dark lighthouse, there was a dark dark room. And in that dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark closet. And in that dark, dark closet, There was a. . . * * * "Uughhhhmmm. . ." A lone figure in the dark picks himself up. His body felt like it had been dragged down all 9 layers of hell, then back all the way up. There was a numb pain where his neck met his shoulder, he tried to rub it, but discovered his hands were behind his back and tightly chained together. His feet were also chained together. It was all very unnerving and uncomfortable. . . Everything around him was dark except for a crack of light entering the closed-in space. People were entering the room. . . Quite a lot of people judging from all the voices!! Dammit! had she come back with friends?!? He had to get out! He quickly spins around and tries opening the door, it opens a crack before thudding to a stop. ((Everyone in the room hears a thud come from the eastern door.)) Well, of course it would have to be locked! . . Probably an easy one to pick too. But it's not like he could pick a lock from this side. Cursing under his breath, the cloaked figure glares at the door. Hopefully someone would eventually open it. . . And when they did, he'd have an action ready for them!* *Readying an action for when (if?) someone unlocks the closet door and goes to open it. |
| HeavensRose10-17-03, 07:31 PM | She looks to Gene, "You should have asked me to come with you, for I had nothing else to do anyway. I would have loved to join you in anything you wanted to do. No, he wasn't to kind at all, he was cold to me and told me to get used to being alone. Though all I wanted was a friend..." she lets that trail off as though perhaps another thought she wanted to add to that sentence, but dared not for the time. "Let me join you Gene, allow me to help you in your journeys and travels." She looks at him with her deep blue eyes, the scent of roses still graced the air around her. The rose petals still under her feet, the same pink and white fragile petals that seemed not break with her weight, only bend with it. |
| Gene_Kynes10-17-03, 08:59 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif He frowns...deeply...the tattered, black cloak wrapping around him once more, then falling limp....as if it was never animate to the begin with, moved only by the wind, and other forces. "Rose...I...I'm sorry...about...leaving you there." Then...putting a hand over the own on his shoulder, he offers a meak smile. "...I-...I'll gladly have your company on this journey...but...I'm not sure...the feeling would be mutual." Squeezing the hand slightly, his smile grows faintly, almost like a mirage's shimmer. "And I'll be glad to have you as my friend, Rose. But....let's talk later, alright? There's...somewhat....of a situation going on here, if you didn't notice." He motions to Duilya, the shadows...but then- -THUD- Looking to the door...Gene lets his hand falls loose of the dryad's, soon fastening itself around...air. This movement soon makes sense, as the air flickers around Gene's hand...then an rune-encrusted, slightly curved long blade that seems to have either origins from aeons ago...or from some other plane. Stalking towards the source of the sound, Gene becomes harder within, before sending a shadow underneath the crack of the door, as survelliance. He remains as silent as the dark companion as he waits, muscles subtly readied for a neck-level slash. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Cloaked Figure10-17-03, 10:32 PM | The voices in the room shushed for a moment. . . This made the cloaked figure worry. . . Something was about to happen, probably something unpleasant. He tried to increase his concentration. . . He was so focused on the door that he didn't even see the shadow pop up from underneath him. . . Not that there was a lot to see when a shadow entered a dark space. . . From the shadow's point of view, it saw a lean, human figure completely draped in a black cloak adjourned with a golden brooch. The rest of the figures clothes were dark except for his high boots, which were a light color and went up to just past his knees. His feet were chained together at the ankles, and his arms were tucked behind his back. He kept his back to the closet wall, and glared at the closet door. He looked like a tightly coiled spring! |
| Agudo Archmage10-17-03, 11:53 PM | http://www.epilogue.net/cgi/database/art/view.pl?id=10607 ((Copyright by Kay Allen)) This is the link to the painting of the captain hanging on the wall. |
| kulideb10-18-03, 05:09 AM | "thats men for you" Kulideb said to the new lady. "I'm Kuildeb and you are?" She has to wait for an answer as Gene is busy talking to the lady, Sananctus is trying to calm the girl down.So she looks around the room and goes toward a door on the eastern wall. She carefully checked for traps, then takes a hold of the handle but the door appears locked. She kneals down and starts to examine the lock but before she could try any thing. A loud thud came from the other side of the door. "It wasnt me!" said Kulideb standing up and stepping back. She looked over to the others. |
| Semon10-18-03, 09:16 AM | I watch them chase the girl into the lighthouse and sigh, just as Myranthor informs me that he believes we're chasing after a dragon. Then he says something about loving the girls. I smile slightly "Yes that is true." My face is sad momentarly as I think about a loved one I have lost. "Dragon you say? Does our leader know that? Because if he does, then I would hope he also has a plan to defeat it, since we do not have a knight among us to kill the dragon." My ears swivel forward as sounds of fighting come from with in the house. I take my leave of Myranthor and head into the house intime to hear the -THUD- come from the door to the east..... |
| Elvina10-18-03, 09:25 AM | Elvina sighs as she relizes the guys are having little luck calming this girl down. She walks over to the corner the girl is in, stopping just infront of the ring of shadow panthers. Elvina smilies lightly at the girl and says "It's ok little lady, we won't hurt you. We were just passing through on our way to save a friend from danger. You are afraid that we are going to yell at you about the garden. Don't worry, we're not going to. And don't worry about that silver haired guy, he's just a big bully." |
| Myranthor10-18-03, 01:33 PM | Finally arrived in the lighthouse's porch, I darted my gaze within, seizing the situation. A little, terrified girl laid in a corner, protected by 3 creatues woven of shadows. The magical beasts, overly protective, seemed to threaten the visitors that we were. My biggest surprise was to notice that the one taking everything in charge was Elvina, the one we all knew as the innocent receptionnist. "Strangely" enough, Gene lent her his responsability over this problematic situation. Looking around, i also noticed the many paintings representing all of us, as well as a woman, a foreigner to my eyes. Ignoring the stressed atmosphere, leaving to Gene the task of fighting off a child, I went to a painting, examining it. (either mine or the woman's - the nearer) |
| HeavensRose10-18-03, 02:35 PM | She steps a few steps back from Gene and studies the others around. She thought best not to interupt anything so she goes to stand against a wall. She still keeps herself covered by the robe, only her pale white colored hands give a hint to what is under the robe. Her deep blue eyes looking over everyone and everything. A soft sigh escapes her and with every movement, her eyes follow them from where they came. |
| ruthia10-18-03, 03:08 PM | ((DM Offical welcome: Hi Rose. Do me a favor and sign into the OOC thread please. Just a little about your character will be fine, just so I can work you in...)) The door that Kulideb is inspecting is indeed locked. Upon further inspection it will be found that it is also trapped, so whom ever unlocks it must take the trap out first....... |
| Gene_Kynes10-18-03, 08:24 PM | (( Thanks for editting your post, heh. )) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Narrowing his eyes...briefly, Gene's blade dissapates into the Ether once again. Taking slow, silent steps towards the door, Gene doesn't say a thing about the person on the other side of the closet until he reaches Kulideb, and whispers. "Someone's in there. Don't open the door. Is this thing locked, or is there a suprise for us?" If Kulideb tells him about the traps... Gene nods in thanks, and pulling a dridersilk packet from his cloak; unravels it to reveal a rather dull set of tools, yet seemingly delicate enough to break in strong winds. Searching along the door for the trap, he works on disabling it, eyes narrowed. If Gene succeeds in his trap-disarming: Casually, Gene pulls out a tension wench and jams it between the plug housing and the door, holding it in there tightly. Then slipping a sturdier-looking pick into the lock itself, tests each pin in the upper valleys...finding the tightest one; he presses in on it, giving the faintest self-satisfied smile to himself. It fades, as expected. His shoulder still presses strongly against the door, guessing what the man would possibly do. Gene continues as normally, since he doesn't know for certain that the trap is disarmed. The above scenario was just placed in event that the trap didn't blow up in his face. The above scenario is also carried out in the event that Kulideb doesn't particularly like Gene, and doesn't tell him about the trap. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira10-18-03, 08:29 PM | Khaira follows Gene and Kulideb and watches them work on the door. She draws her blades - just in case. She has a grim look about her...and there seems to be something new surfacing about Khaira. Something...odd. Something ... dark? "Any luck, our highly esteemed leader?" she asks Gene, with sleight mockery. She grins; an odd, bone-chilling grin. Something seems to rise to the irises of her eyes - is it bloodthirst? Or something else? |
| Myranthor10-18-03, 09:04 PM | My right ear twitched lightly, unsure of the insane words it perceived. I turned around, forgetting about the painting, looking at Gene fencing with the door's recalcitrant lock. He worked with all his knowledge to open this sceal concentrating with Kulideb on the difficult task. "You'll open that door, even with a total stranger on the other side? Wouldn't it be more prudent to make the first contact with him or her rather than charging in? The one in this room may be less than friendly toward us, you know." |
| Agudo Archmage10-18-03, 11:24 PM | As Kulideb and Myranthor takes a closer look at themselves in the pictures, they can see the cloths they wear now. But what is more surprising is the background is of the inside of the lighthouse that they are in now. Myranthor and Kulideb see Gene off to the side; hunched over the little girl. As if Kulideb, Myranthor and Gene were painted by the artist just moments ago In fact as Kulideb and Myranthor look closer at all the pictures, they all seem to show that exact moment frozen in time. |
| HeavensRose10-19-03, 02:16 AM | In the white smoke she appears in, she disappears as quickly, only leaving a few petals on the floor before even they too disappear into nothingness. |
| Cloaked Figure10-19-03, 06:06 AM | ((Inside Closet)) The closet door creaks as something shifts it's weight onto it. Oh having a dagger on hand would be too perfect! Sadly, he didn't have a dagger. . . or a plan that would work now. . . Frantically looking about, the cloaked figure notices the ceiling of the closet is higher then the top of the door. . . A man possessing great dexterity and great strength could easily hide himself up there and drop down on an intruder. . . What made it better was the ceiling was completely covered in shadow - so it would be unlikely for an intruder to notice anything until it was too late! Discarding his cloak on the floor, the dark figure takes a deep breath and gets ready. . . If the shadow is still in the room, it notices the figure disappear in plain sight. * * * ((Outside Closet)) Those with particularly keen ears hear a skipping sound come from within the closet. . . Then all is silent. . . |
| kulideb10-19-03, 06:08 AM | "There are traps, but I'm not sure what sort." Kulideb tells Gene. She watches how Gene sets about diarming the traps. She hears Myranthors question and replies. "We dont know whats behind the door, a mad mage or a little old lady, so I guess it wouldnt hurt for some of us to prepare for the worse, but if its a little old lady try not to frighten her to death!" The paintings still puzzle her but for now she draws out her dagger and waits for Gene to finish working on the lock.. |
| Agudo Archmage10-19-03, 07:48 AM | Gene takes great pain to slowly check for all signs of traps. He does find one, what doesn’t make since is the fact that it "The Trap" is set to kill whatever is in the closet. It’s a standard “Lighting” made by most thieving guilds in the city of Calimport. It easily disarmed from the outside, by whomever finds it. It would seem that this was more a test for the one who opens the door, than to kill whatever in side. (But why?) |
| Semon10-19-03, 09:07 AM | I look at the scene before me, Myranthor looking at the picture..Kulideb and Gene opening the door...Dager, the gnomes, and myself standing just inside the main door.... Khaira with her weapons drawn.....and Elvina, trying to calm down the child....Slowly I reach behind myself and draw my Katana blade and stand at ready as our Leader gets ready to open the door, ears flicked foward to try and catch any slight sound coming from within. |
| Duilya10-19-03, 01:21 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Whatever Elvina was telling the child seemed to be working. Gradually, as Duilya begins to calm down, her three guardians relinquish their position in front of her and meld back into the shadows. Still looking a little shaken, Duilya picks herself up from the floor and timidly makes her way towards Elvina. Once she was standing beside the other elf, she quickly gives her a hug! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina10-19-03, 08:43 PM | Elvina smiles as she manages to get the child calmed down, which quickly changes to shock as the child hugs her. After a brief hesitation she hugs the child back, then looks at the group. Relizing that their leader was about to let an unknowen person out of a closet she decides to gently guide the child away from the action. As she is leading the girl away she says "We probally better move, who knows what is in that closet. Can you tell me your name dear?" Elvina smiles down at the child again as they move away from the closet and closer to the paintings where Myranthor stands. |
| Gene_Kynes10-19-03, 08:55 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene sighs...as he looks towards Myranthor, giving a glare that would reduce a devil to tears. "...Who said I was letting it out easily, Sparky?" Shaking his head, Gene then nodding at appearently nothing...the shadow withdraws from the room. Making a rather plain gesture of telling people to move away...he opens the door a crack, pulling something out of his cloak. Snapping his fingers, the grayish-whitish matter's fuse then ignites, and he tosses the mixture of saltpeter and sugar inside after opening the door just enough to allow it's passage. Slamming the door shut, he then leans all of his weight against it, sending another shadow back into the room to watch the effects. (( Potassium nitrate and sugar is the basic components of a smoke bomb. Guessing that the Shadow saw the movement of the man going up, and since the shadow's laying on the ground, it has a view of the ceiling..Gene's trying to smoke the man out. He lost all faith in the "harmless" scenario after the cloaked figure moved to the cieling. )) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley. (Can I call you Chris? :P) |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-20-03, 03:27 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif The dark figure grinned from under his discarded cloak. The door was finally opened!!! As Gene quickly slams the door shut, a steel chain whips out and prevents the door from being completely closed. . . "YAAHHH!!" The door gets kicked open with a force that makes the figure want to curse out loud. Smoke starts billowing into the room. Gene feels his Longblade slip away from his hand and feels a cold chain wrap around his throat. The chain was tight enough to be more than uncomfortable, but not tight enough to close his wind pipe. "NOBODY MOVE!! NO MAGIC!. . . NOTHING!!!" The voice is quite familiar to some people in the room. Shockingly familiar to others. . . It was the voice of a friendly rogue who used to frequent the Crossroads Tavern. . . A rogue who made several good friends through his silly humor and great desire to help others. . . A rogue who hadn't been seen in months. . . As the smoke dissipates into the large room, Kheldar Devaentar can clearly be seen behind Gene Kynes. Free of his shackles, The rogue assassin certainly didn't look friendly now! He looked angry beyond belief. . . like some feral animal trapped into a corner and ready to fight back. Kheldar's eyes darted everywhere, taking in everything and clearly making eye contact with everyone in the room. He didn't recognize any of these people. "Where is she?!?" He barked, "The young girl with the black hair!? Is she with you!?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb10-20-03, 03:56 AM | Kulideb watched as Gene threw a smoke bomb. She stepped back away from the door into the shadows her dagger ready. The door flew open and smoke poured out, a chain lashed out around Genes neck. The figure that came forward looked half wild, he looked around the room and then spoke. She carefully called the shadows around her and as stealthly as she could, she then crept up behind the stranger and held the dagger towards his neck. "I think that it is us that should be asking the questions..sir." she whispered by his ear. |
| Duilya10-20-03, 04:03 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya looks towards Elvina, about to answer her question, when she hears a loud SLAM followed by an angry voice barking out orders for nobody to move. AAAAAAAAHHH! What's going on!?!? Peeking around the red haired elf to see what was happening, Duilya first sees nothing more than thick grey smoke covering the entire area. After a few seconds though, the smoke begins to disperse enough for the child to make out a face she hadn't seen in a long time. Kheldar!?!? Gawking in amazement, Duilya blinks at her cloaked friend and wonders what he was doing locked up in a closet. . .And why was he attacking the scary looking man? I've never seen him this angry before. . .He's kinda scary when he's mad. . .Maybe a hug will make him feel better. . .He always liked hugs from me in the past. . . Not thinking about how potentially fatal her plan might be, Duilya walks up to Kheldar and wraps her arms around his waist. Obviously this would calm him down. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb10-20-03, 04:20 AM | As kulideb waits for the stranger to answer,the young elf ran forward to hug him. She was now a little unsure of what to do, what with the chain still around Genes neck, but as she didnt know the strange man or for that matter much about the child she still held the dagger up to him. "I think it would be best if we all put our weapons away, and introduce our selves properly." |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-20-03, 05:04 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar spots Kulideb meld into shadows and frowns. . . The girl had just gotten her friend killed. The way she glided into the shadows was very admirable, Kheldar often wished he could do the same - but he had committed his focus to other areas of study. . . Her only mistake was the predictability of where her blade ended up. Just as Kheldar was in the act of disarming Kulideb with one hand and breaking Gene's neck with the other, something bizarre happens to his flank. . . He receives. . . A HUG!?!? He stops everything he's doing and blinks at the young Elf tightly wrapping her arms around his waist and chafing her cheeks against his ribs. After a moment or two, the woman behind him calmly suggests a proper introduction. "Ahh. . . My name's Kheldar Devaentar. . ." Kheldar still couldn't help his shock over the Elf girl. . . These people couldn't possibly be affiliated with the people he thought. But he still didn't know them. . . Or how much he could trust any of them. ". . .I'll kindly remove these chains as you remove that dagger. Nobody else move! Or these chains will snap back in the opposite direction!. . ." Keeping a close eye on Kulideb's dagger and everyone else, Kheldar slowly starts loosening the chains around Gene's neck. The rogue's arms look tight, like his muscles were being forced to go in the wrong direction. . . the further Kulideb's dagger backed away from Kheldar's neck, the looser the chains got around Gene's throat. ". . . And you my lady. Who have I the pleasure to meet in such an awkward circumstance?. . ." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb10-20-03, 06:30 AM | As the stranger starts to loosen the chains around Gene so Kulideb starts to lower her dagger. "My name sir is kulideb." she says. Although she is lowering her dagger she still stays tense. Waiting to see what Kheldar will do next. |
| ruthia10-20-03, 08:30 AM | ((DM Note: NObody could have heard Duilya say Kheldar because she never actually said it. Keep in mind when reading Duilya's post the she can not talk. Please change your post accordingly :D Thank you!)) The group stands in shock as then scene developes. Nobody can even think to move fast enough to stop Gene's plan from backfiring on him and him ending up with a chain around his throat . Then the smoke clears and everybody can see the scene clearly. Gene with a chain around his throat, held by a man that a few memebers might regonize, who also has a dagger held to his throat by Kulideb! As the tension eases and the man introduces himself as Kheldar, it now falls to the group to introduce themselves, and to calm him down before he kills Gene. ((Just summarizing it for everyone, particualary Drindin since he hasn't been here all weekend and there's a lot of post to read.)) |
| Khaira10-20-03, 09:56 AM | She gazes a Kheldar, pondering if he was the same. "Kheldar? Remember me? Remem ber the fun with D'win and her stories? The conversations we had in the tavern together? I admired you, Kheldar. What evil has befallen your soul that causes you to haunt us so? Remember me - Khaira Amastacia, the Travellign Bard that you related to so well? Remember, Kheldar. What are you doing?" |
| kulideb10-20-03, 10:30 AM | khaira seemes to know the man, Kulideb waited to see what Kheldar would say back to Khaira and the rest of the group, before relaxing her stance. |
| Gene_Kynes10-20-03, 11:48 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Kh-kheldar, y'thickskulled excuse for a rogue-lemme go already!" As the chain loosens, however, Gene's blade makes an omnious dissapearence...as does it's wielder(( A certain Song and Silence feat made that possible...unless Kheldar has an amazingly high Sense Motive.:P)), both soon appearing fifteen feet away from the Rogue, the blade now glowing eagerly. "Ugh. What's gotten into you, Kheldar?! Hells...what's gotten you here? I usually don't believe someone's dead until...well...ne'ermind. What's the last thin' you remember? I'm 'ven suprirised y'don't remember me, I'm pseudo-linked th'two people y'cared most 'bout...well...back there." Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley. |
| Duilya10-20-03, 12:32 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya continues to snuggle along Kheldar's side, making a sound not all that different from a purr. Hugs were grand things! They brought comfort and displayed friendship between two people. Duilya smiles as she looks up towards her friend's face. It was nice to see someone she knew among all these strangers. Mmmmm I missed you so much Kheld-. . .wha-!? Duilya frowns and her eyes fill with confusion as she notices her friend staring down at her without the slightest bit of recognition on his face. He was looking down at her as if he had never seen her in his life! In fact, he hadn't even returned her embrace! He just stood there. . .looking at her. . . B-But I always thought we were ‘bestest’ friends? The child quickly withdraws from Kheldar and makes her towards Elvina again. She looked like she was about to cry. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-20-03, 05:54 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar lets out a long sigh and tries to suppresses a shiver. He didn't know what to think about anything! Guilt wracked him for obviously upsetting the Elven child, but he had no idea who she was. . . Another woman and the man he was about ready to kill also obviously recognized him. . . He lets the chains clang to the floor and looks towards the woman. "Khaira?" He tried out the name for the first time, "I. . . I'm afraid I don't recognize you at all. . . I don't recognize anyone here." Kheldar takes a few steps back and looks at everyone. Nope, not a single familiar face. "Umm. . . heh . . . Sorry for the attack. . . 'What am I doing?' I thought I was defending my life! I thought you people were with someone. . . the someone who put me in there!" Kheldar gestures to the closet. "A young girl with black hair. . . All I saw was her face. She said I was meant to be a surprise for someone. Someone named Gene." Kheldar looks at the man he had tried to kill. "Lemmie guess, your Gene. Well, sir - pleased to meet you. To further answer your question, I remember helping a woman named Ariana from getting killed by her love-sick demon boyfriend. A good friend of mine was also there. Voll, if ya know him. . ." Kheldar already understood that was quite a long time ago. . . He had a Gnome to thank for that. He also knew that somewhere along the road he must have died, but that wasn't a very flattering topic. . . Gene seemed to know something about that. "I'm sorry Kulideb - I didn't get back to you. Nice work with the shadows. . . I can't decide whether it was your graceful actions or this charming, young Elf's hug that put an end to. . .well. . . what could have been something terrible. . . Thanks" Kheldar frowns at the Elf child. . . He still feeling guilty over her distress. "And I'm sorry for upsetting you. . . could I. . . possibly make it up to you with a hug. . ?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Gene_Kynes10-20-03, 06:27 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Don't remember me? Nor Khaira? C'mon...y'at least 'ave t'member Khaira...with a shade of hair that rare?" He looks the elf girl...and coughed. "Well, I really, really don't see how you don't remember her...erm...heh, same principle. And that guy isn't too smooth a boyfriend, if he tries to kill his significant other. And..if you're sure you don't remember me, well...might as well re-introduce myself, no?" Gene sighs, and gives a nod to Kheldar. "Yes, my name is Gene. We...kinda...adventured with some other people. Remember Miss Leetah, Agudo, Rocky, Miss Kat, me, and...well, you? Eh, the hunter can wait for aeons in the forest, and not see a single game. Persistance with your...memory...can wait." He sighed, slowly becoming colder in tone and mannerisms as the surprise wears off. "Either way...Kheldar...good to see you're alive again." Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin10-20-03, 07:36 PM | The gnomes came rushing around the corner, having fallen behind due to shadows. "eh! Whose that!" they yelled in unison, pointing at kheldar. |
| Elvina10-20-03, 10:17 PM | "Shh child, I'm sure he didn't mean to scare you." Elvina tries to stop the child from crying then looks at Kheldar. "Gene does tell the truth sir Kheldar. Headmaster Agudo tells the tale of what happened all the time." She smiles at him momentairly, but stops quickly as she looks at Myranthor out of the corner of her eye. She turns on heel and walks over to the other door of the lighthouse and goes to try and open it. |
| ruthia10-20-03, 10:32 PM | DM: The door Elvina tries is locked. The group sits in this cozy little room, getting over the surprise of Kheldar being alive, and possible looking over that extrodanary painting with everyone in it. |
| Drindin10-20-03, 10:35 PM | The gnomes look around the room, turning over every couch, chair, mat, anything not nailed down... they open every door, tap every wall, look over every part of the roof, all of this with some difficulty... They look for something-anything of any value, any tricky looking stone or anything that seems out of place... |
| ruthia10-20-03, 11:00 PM | As the gnomes tear up anything thats isn't bolted to the floor Harry manages to find some kind of odd button. He gives it a push and to everyone's surprise Bumble gives out a yell as he is lifted to the ceiling by some kind of pulley system! ((I didn't forget our gnome friends..now they have to figure out how to get him down.)) |
| Drindin10-20-03, 11:12 PM | Bumble, used to this kind of thing, sighs, and crosses his arms as he hangs there. "Well, now, aint this just a poifect li'l place for me!" bumble hollored out. Meanwhile, Harry stumbled around with rodney on his shoulders. Harry then gives a slight bounce as rodney launches himself off of harry's shoulders toward bumble, attempting to grab him... |
| kulideb10-21-03, 05:35 AM | Kulideb putts her dagger away and smiles at Kheldar. "Welcome." She goes over to Elvina who was trying to open a door. "I wonder whats behind that one." she says with a smile. "Have you had any luck in finding more out about the child?" Just then Bumble is lifted up to the ceiling, Kulideb wasnt sure weather to laugh or go and see if she could help them get him back down, but they seem to have a plan...well of sorts. She went back to look at the painting, she slowly scratched at her arm as she stood there, wondering how come they all appeared in it. |
| ruthia10-21-03, 08:34 AM | DM: Rodeny misses........... |
| Agudo Archmage10-21-03, 12:25 PM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/crosbie/roself.jpg {Copyright by Crosbie) (As Rodney has his fun, some one else is near.) Eyes watching, looking, hurt, great pain, at Gene. These eyes slowly appear to form more of her body. Then as if she had always been, she was there. “I must say Kheldar, I thought you would be more deadly than that. My plan was more bloody less happy of an ending. She then turns to Gene and tears come to her eyes.. “Don’t you know me? DON’T YOU!” She stamps her foot. “Come now…. FATHER!” She clutches her hands tight trying to control her rage. “Don’t your remember mot…Mu….MOTHER?” “Nooo I suppose you don’t, I would have loved you….why…didn’t…you love me?” With that the young girl was gone, like a ghost. |
| Duilya10-21-03, 03:16 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Still frowning, Duilya slowly makes her way back towards Kheldar so that he can have his "make-up" hug. It didn't feel right though, approaching an old friend and having him look back at you as if it were your first time meeting. He really mustn't have remembered her. Duilya began to feel even worse. . . This isn't fair. . .Why doesn't he recognize me? Not quite beside Kheldar yet, Duilya hears a young girl's voice come from behind her and turns around to see who it is. Upon noticing the girl's cold stare and ghostly visage, Duilya leaps in the air with fright, then quickly scampers behind Kheldar and wraps her arms around him. Even if he didn't remember her, Duilya still felt the safest beside him. After sharing some angry words with Gene, the girl vanishes as quickly as she had appeared. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb10-21-03, 03:51 PM | At the sound of a young girls voice Kulideb turned from the painting to see a young girl talking to Gene, she was surprised at the girls words and looked over to Gene rasing one eye brow. The girl disapeared Kulideb waited for Gene to talk. |
| Elvina10-21-03, 04:01 PM | Elvina sighs as she can't open the door. She then goes to sit on one of the chairs in the room, just to have a gnome flip it over! Sighing more she picks it up, rights it and sits, just as the ghost child appears again! This time the ghost talks to Gene, acusing him of being a bad father. Elvina sits back to see Gene's reaction. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-21-03, 04:05 PM | Turnig around and asking again "Hey who drew.. There was a woman talking to Gene, but before he could ask her what her name was she was gone "Ok who is this Khelder everyone knows and what is with these paintings I have never been painted?" Studying the Khelder figure wondering |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-21-03, 04:34 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif As the ghostly form appears Kheldar's hands instinctively dive back to where his cloak would be. . . Naturally however, there was nothing to grab, just Duilya's shoulder. Kheldar cursed under his breath. . . "Oh? So your plan didn't work? Well if there's one thing I learned in that closet - it's that plan A never works!" Kheldar needed something to attack with! A quick scan over The Elf child showed no visible weapons that he could pull out. Everyone else was too far away to quickly borrow a weapon from. When Kheldar looked back at the ghost he frowned, she had vanished. It made his blood want to boil, but open anger wouldn't do much good, instead he looked down at the frightened Elf child and smiled. "Now then, where were we? Oh yes!" Kheldar joyously wraps his arms around Duilya and picks her up in the air. It felt terribly awkward doing this to somebody he frankly had never met before. . . Or maybe the awkwardness came from the fact that his whole body still felt like hell, and even picking up this child wracked his sore muscles. In either case, if it made her happy it was worth doing! Kheldar made an effort to look happy and not in pain after he put her down. . . Now came question period, there were so many questions to ask. . . But he could only ask one at a time. . . He looked at the Elf child first. "I'm afraid you'll have to remind me what your name is. . . actually. . ." Kheldar turns to face everyone. ". . . aside from Kulideb, Gene and Khaira - I don't know anyone's name. . . And to answer your question mister. . ." Kheldar faces Dager, I am Kheldar Devaentar! Thief, Spy, A-and Rogue at your service! Hmmm. . . Suppose we should help that poor fellow up there? Bumble didn't seem to be enjoying himself at all. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Khaira10-21-03, 04:35 PM | Khaira looks at Kheldar, curious "You don't remember me? YOu don't remember anyone?..." She shakes her head, nonchalant nonetheless, and turns around to examine the paiinting of her... "Who is doing this, I wonder?" |
| Drindin10-21-03, 06:20 PM | Bumble and the other gnomes stare at the girl... seeing her disappear, bumble begins to flail madly! "GE' ME DOWN! THERE BE GHOSTIES IN HERE! AAAAGHH!" The other gnomes scream and start running in circles, not sure what do do... |
| Duilya10-21-03, 08:19 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif As Kheldar sets Duilya down he can see that the elven child's smiling! Houray! He lifted me up in the air! He always used to do that when he knew me. Maybe his memory's returning! "I'm afraid you'll have to remind me what your name is. . ." Duilya quickly frowns. Or maybe his memory really is lost. . . Trying to perk up again, Duilya reaches into her cape and pulls out a little brown note book. She then pulls out an ink quill and quickly scribbles her name on a blank page. DUiLYA :) Showing the name to Kheldar, Duilya then skips off towards Elvina to show her the name as well. However, because the elf really wasn't paying attention as to where she was skipping, she accidentally jumps down on the odd button on the floor. . . ? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| ruthia10-21-03, 08:46 PM | :rofl: The button Duilya lands on does the action: Bumble lifts all the way to the ceiling, hits his head, then falls straight to the floor Landing on top of Harry as he ran undernieth. Duilya meanwhile hears a click after she gets of the button. |
| Drindin10-21-03, 09:03 PM | A loud "WHAM" and an "OOF" is the last thing either harry or bumble say as one lands ontop of the other, consequently knocking them both out. Rodney makes a face and says "Ouch' as this happens. |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-21-03, 09:26 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar makes a face. "Ouch. . ." The rogue blinks at Rodney who had just said the same thing, then chuckles. "Great minds think alike, right? Well, I'm sure those two could use the rest." Kheldar scratches his head. "Maybe someone should make sure they're not resting in peace. . ." Kheldar goes to the two unconscious Gnomes and checks them over. . . "Nope. . . and nope! Not dead. . . Wow you Gnomes can sure take a beating! I don't think either of them even broke a bone!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Drindin10-21-03, 10:46 PM | Rodney crosses his arms as if taking offense. "Us gnomes pride our selves on our above-the-average toughness, thankyou very much!" |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-22-03, 05:20 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ". . .Well my friend, because you're so tough you're probably the best person to carry these two until they wake up. That'll be one Gnome for each shoulder! I'm sure they'll appreciate the help!" Kheldar picks himself up and merrily strides over to the closet. His cloak still lay discarded on the floor next to the smoke bomb. He picks his cloak up and goes to wrap it around his shoulders, then quickly gets it away from his face! "Ugh! The smell of this thing is enough to choke a horse! . . Umm, I don't suppose any one here can cast prestidigitation? Heh. . ?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb10-23-03, 05:03 AM | Kulideb went over to the desk to see if she could find a key to the other door, or for any information on the owner of the light house. The desk seemed to be in disaray from the gnomes earlier search, but she thought she would look over it and under it any way. |
| Opaque Divinity10-23-03, 05:38 AM | Originally posted by Kheldar Devaentar http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ". . .Well my friend, because you're so tough you're probably the best person to carry these two until they wake up. That'll be one Gnome for each shoulder! I'm sure they'll appreciate the help!" Kheldar picks himself up and merrily strides over to the closet. His cloak still lay discarded on the floor next to the smoke bomb. He picks his cloak up and goes to wrap it around his shoulders, then quickly gets it away from his face! "Ugh! The smell of this thing is enough to choke a horse! . . Umm, I don't suppose any one here can cast prestidigitation? Heh. . ?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley I can do something.. But I dunno if I want to :). Just kidding, ill get at it. *Sanctus moves his hands swiftly in different patterns while muttering some arcane words, and the cloak gets a fresh smell of citrus instead* With a personal touch as you see. My name is Sanctus, glad to see you Kheldar. |
| Lioth10-23-03, 10:25 AM | In an undisclosed part of the sea floor a meeting is taking place, and it holds no good for the party of do gooders. I caused as much chaos in the school as I could master, as well as capturing the dragon I told you about. Good, everything goes like I planned. Where is the dragon brat now? Chained to the dungoen wall, as you requested master. Good, Good. And our new recruits? They await your orders sir. Good, good. Soon I will have them all in my grasps.....*Hehehehehe!* :smirk: ((Not the eviliest start, but I came up with it on short notice.)) |
| Elvina10-23-03, 05:33 PM | Duilya Skips over to Elvina with a little book and shows it to her. Elvina looks at it and reads the name "Duilya" then smiles. "Your name is Duilya? Thats a very pretty name. How did.." Just then the gnomes come crashing down, causing Elvina to giggle. She walks over towards the pile of Gnomes, accedintly stepping on that button again.......... |
| ruthia10-23-03, 05:50 PM | Elvina's stepping on the button has this action: With a very loud click the button goes all the way down. As the button goes down the front door shuts by itself with a BANG, and locks. The group is now trapped in this room, with the only possible exit being the other locked door. Meanwhile Kulideb's search of the desk leads to her finding a little locked compartment that the gnomes seemed to miss. If she can get it open maybe it holds the key....... ((Side note: The front door, well the whole building really has a magic absorber on it. If you try to use magic to solve these problems the building itself will absorb it with no effect. Not saying that you can't use magic to do other things, example desmelling Kheldars cloak, you just can't use magic to find the key...open the doors....go throught walls, ceilings, floors....ect.)) |
| Khaira10-23-03, 07:37 PM | Khaira glares at Elvina. "Well, that was a great idea! Now how are we going to get out of here...by going straight forward into the grasp of the enemy, I suppose..." She begins to go and examine the last locked door... |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-23-03, 07:47 PM | He saw Kulideb poking around at the a desk. He walked over "I might have an I dea to open the droor," Taking out a small chain and started to examine the lock. |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-23-03, 08:09 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar smiles at Sanctus' work. "Thanks Sanctus! That's a lot better than what it was before!" The rogue wraps the lemon-fresh black cloak around his shoulders, and nods in approval. Be polite Kheldar. . . Don't point out how a mantle of ~stealth~ shouldn't smell like fresh lemons! Oh, I'm going to stand out like a shining beacon of citrus in this thing! "Mmmm, smells good! . . Now then, I wonder where she put my equip-*" SLAM! click. "-ment. . ." The room gets noticeably darker as the main source of light is severed from the party. Kheldar looks around. . . "Hmm, Kulideb, other guy, take care while examining that desk. . . we don't know what else could be a potential trap. . . Please let me know if you see a Large metal loop in there somewhere. Kharia, you take care too. . ." Kheldar spins on his heel and stares at Elvina. "As for you. . . . . . . . . . . . ." Kheldar continues to stare, then cheers up, ". . .I don't believe I got your name before. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Opaque Divinity10-24-03, 02:51 AM | "They come in strawberry aroma too! But both the smells have an unfortunate habbit of dissapearing a few minutes after the smel.. Spell is cast... Im working on it though" *Goes over to help kulideb with the compartment* |
| kulideb10-24-03, 03:54 AM | While Dager worked on the locked door Kulideb carefully examied the locked compartment, first checking to see if there were any traps ((and hope fully disarming them if there are any)). She then took a small pouch out of her bag, this she unrolled to display a set of keys and an asortment of pickes. There were also some small jars containing powders and liquids. She looked back at the lock then picked up one of the jars that seemed to contain a liquid metal. She poured it in to the lock where it seemed to change shape and become solid. She took a hold of the part sticking out and turned it slowly, listening out for any tell tale clicks of traps... |
| Opaque Divinity10-24-03, 03:58 AM | *Stands some two feets away from kulideb, ready to use his healing skills or a protective shields to save her from danger* |
| Myranthor10-24-03, 08:41 AM | I held silent for most of the time, leaving to the rest of the group to care for the newcomer. To meet with an amnesic in the middle of a tower was pretty surprising, and gave evident birth to mefiance. Still, he was chained in the room, and ennemies of ennemies are supposed to be friends, no? Then, everyone turned away from him, looking to open different compartments and doors. Furthermore, the front door closed by itself, barring any escape route. The two new students, Sanctus and Kulideb, were struggling together against a daring, evilly resistant lock, and thus didn't need any help. Dager, on the other hand, was already playing in the lock of the door most of us were intrigued with. I raised my hands in the air, ready to counterspell any potential trap that may be sprung from the two locks. (priority on Dager's) |
| ruthia10-24-03, 09:00 AM | Khaira can see it is just a plain, ordinary lock, with no aparent traps. Kulideb on the other hand springs another trap. This one causes the only light fixture in the room to come crashing down, almost on top of Gene! After that little trap, the little hiding spot opens easily revealing a key that might possible be to the locked door...... |
| kulideb10-24-03, 04:00 PM | CRASH "Drat..dam thing, sorry I didnt expect that." said Kulideb, looking around the room, she cringed when she saw the light fitting had all most hit Gene. "I'm sorry..." great she thought thats the second time Ive all most killed him. She looked at the key and care fully picked it up, "emm.. does any one want to try it, I think Ive caused enough damage already." She held the key out for some one else to try it in the lock. |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-24-03, 04:09 PM | There was a loud crash and he saw a the fixture hit the ground "I'll try the door," He walked over to kulideb watching the ceiling |
| Gene_Kynes10-24-03, 04:09 PM | (( Sorry, gotta compensate. :( Back to when...WOAH. http://www.rockyhorror.com/images/timewarp.gif ) Eyes watching, looking, hurt, great pain, at Gene. These eyes slowly appear to form more of her body. Then as if she had always been, she was there. “I must say Kheldar, I thought you would be more deadly than that. My plan was more bloody less happy of an ending. She then turns to Gene and tears come to her eyes.. “Don’t you know me? DON’T YOU!” She stamps her foot. “Come now…. FATHER!” She clutches her hands tight trying to control her rage. “Don’t your remember mot…Mu….MOTHER?” “Nooo I suppose you don’t, I would have loved you….why…didn’t…you love me?” Oddly enough, Gene speaks...in an amazingly casual voice, as if the woman had no shocking effect on him at all. At least, not a surface effect! "Father?! Wait...wait...I...ah...don't have a kid! 'Least not with an el-...nevermind. And...I vaguely remember my mother...but still isn't helping me too much when it comes t'remembering who y'are...Miss." When she leaves, Gene is left simply staring at where she once stood...then he glances to Kheldar. "Tell me how much you know, Rogue-Extraordinarre, about her. Putting aside the 'creepy girl who wants to kill me' part, I'd rather know who...she is, before I get killed, eh?" Crossing his arms, Gene's Shadovar blood is coldly appearent, as he seems almost....unmoved at all by the 'ghost'. (( Do the Time Warp. Bwah. )) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene cursed, as he rolled out of the way of the falling fixture, his body a blur of entropic black fabric covering what was often considered a weapon in human guise, occaisonal blur of silver visible. Kipping himself up, he glances to Dager. "Watch it, alright?" (( Sorry, amazingly disorientated. I know what Kheldar, Elvina, Gene, Kulideb, Dager, Sanctus, and Myranthor are doing. Can Semon, the Gnomes, Khaira, Duilya, and anyone I forgot please update me? Please?!)) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Disposable Ninja" Quigley. |
| Drindin10-24-03, 05:02 PM | The gnomes simply stared, just as hopelessly confused as Gene... |
| Khaira10-24-03, 05:16 PM | Originally posted by Khaira [I]She begins to go and examine the last locked door... Khaira still examines the locked door... |
| Gene_Kynes10-24-03, 05:28 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif As Gene soon began to understand his surroundings...trap possibilities swung through his head, as he walked towards the locked door. "Too hard to pick, Lady Khaira and Sir Dager? And did you, Kuli, find 'nything?" He appearently had gotten over "Dager"'s activation of the trap, his blade readied once more as he now fully faced the door. His vision was in the standard black, white, and gray of darkvision...and for this reason, he had no torches on hand to assist the other's visions. But those who would see in the near-darkness would notice ocular orbs of silver becoming overtaken with purple...and once more, life itself became visible. (( Bwah. He see anything on the other side? )) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Voll" Quigley |
| kulideb10-24-03, 05:36 PM | Kulideb gave Gene the key, she felt a little guilty that Gene thought Dager had sprung the trap not her. "emm I think the light falling was my fault sorry." |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-24-03, 09:39 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ((Well, I thought it was clever - oh leave me alone!!)) Kheldar blinks, he could see black, some black over here, and some more black over there. . . . I. . . really. . . wish. . . I. . . had. . . my. . . gatering! . . "I don't suppose we could get a bit more light in this room?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia10-25-03, 10:23 AM | ((Um, I agree with Kheldar. How are you guys seeing all this when the only light in the room just fell on Gene?)) DM Note to all: Khaira is at the door. Kulideb is holding a key and then gives it to Gene? Harry and Bumbly are out cold, Rodeny is looking at them. Myranthor is standing behind Khaira. Dager was at the door, is now heading towards Kulideb. Semon is standing out of the way? ((He'll post later, he wrote me and said he got a little tied up with school work)) Kheldar is trying to figure out how everyone is seeing all this stuff ((:rolleyes: As am I)) Duilya is standing near the painting. |
| kulideb10-25-03, 10:31 AM | Kulideb had forgotten that not every one had darkvision. She opened her bag and took out a small lantern which she lit, it didnt cast the brightest of light but hopefully it would enable the others to see a little before they sorted out better lighting. "I hope that helps." She still had the key, and when they get better light she will give it to who ever wants it. |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-25-03, 03:55 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif The room came back into view, albeit shadows danced everywhere and it was still very dark. As soon as he could Kheldar quickly re-scans the room to make sure nothing had changed. Well, nothing beyond the collapsed lighting fixture. After his examination he looks over to Kulideb. "Thanks for the light! That's very nice of you, especially considering you probably don't even need it." Kheldar still wasn't sure how experienced of a shadow dancer Kulideb was. However, he knew anything beyond a complete novice could see in the dark. . . And given the fact that Kulideb could meld into shadows, he doubted she could be a complete novice. "Sheesh is this place ever covered with traps! Here, I can take that key if ya want." Kheldar steps up to Kulideb and accepts the key, "But let's first make sure this isn't the key to yet another trap!" As Kheldar approaches the western door he suspiciously looks over the key of all things! Like the tiny key could pop a dart into his chest if he turned it in a lock. Upon reaching the door he quietly searches for traps in the space in front of the door. . . His eyes searching for anything and everything that might be a clue. Should the space in front of the door prove to be safe, he would go on to examine the door and lock. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb10-25-03, 04:03 PM | She was glad that Kheldar had taken the key but she still went with him over to the door. She bought out her dagger ready and started to call the shadows around her, she still wasnt up to Genes level with the shadow dancing but she was gaining confidence each time she used the shadows. Now all she had to do was wait and see what lay behind this door... |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-25-03, 06:30 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar looks behind his shoulder and can't help but frown when he sees Kulideb sink into the shadows, dagger out and ready to attack. "Oh, I see. . . I'm the bait." The rogue resumes his attention on searching for traps, it was hard to tell whether he had been joking or taking offense. "Gene. . . You asked me a question about that girl before and I never answered it. . . Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know much more than I already said. . . I only really got a good look at her face. . . She likes "sapping" handsome, young men in the middle of the night, does that help?" Kheldar didn't need to look at Gene's face to know of course that didn't help. . . Unless. . . "And no! I wont volunteer to be used to lure her out. . . She may only be a child, but she can't be that stupid. . . What we do know is that she's incorporeal. . . and she's undead. Well, unless she's using illusions to trick us. . ." Kheldar mumbles something about wishing he had a pair of glasses. ". . . Ahem-* can anyone here detect undead? If so, please try to confirm that that is indeed what she is. . . If she is in fact undead, then there's a plethora of ways we can defeat her." Kheldar continues to look for traps. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Khaira10-25-03, 08:18 PM | Khaira just kind of...stands there and tries to look useful, or look for some way to help since she doesn't have a way to attempt at beating the lock in front of her... If she can see Kulideb and Kheldar - well actually Kheldar since Kulideb is doing that whole shadowy thing - she walks over to them, sowrds out, lokoing excited about shedding blood...an odd look spirngs to her eyes. An almsot barbaric look. |
| Opaque Divinity10-26-03, 06:29 AM | Well, I think I can detect undead... Let me see.. *Pulls out a little spellbook and searches for the spell. After a few moments he finds it, and begins to chant arcane words while moving his hand in a weird way. Then, suddenly, the room is enlightened with bright white light and then it fades again, to the same dim light as before. Sanctus looks around and then his eyes notice that his hand is a bright white, that stands out* Yep, this would be it. If theyre bright, the creatures aint light. *He then notices some of the others strange glances towards his undead hand, and quickly puts it inside his sleeve* Its nothing... |
| Ramoth10-26-03, 09:01 AM | Sorry wrong thread |
| ruthia10-26-03, 09:09 AM | DM: Kheldar finds no traps on the key as he approaches the door. When he uses the key on the door it opens with no problems, not traps. When the door opens it reveals a long halls way with a set of stairs leading upwards at the end. The hall way is brightly lite, and has no doors leading out of it. The only way to go, is up. Sanctus finds no undead creatures. ((Posting a little bit for Gene.)) Gene also fades into shadow, though much more quickly then his student Kulideb. He stands directly behind Kheldar as Khldar opens the door. When the door opens he does his normal "Appeared for no where" trick and looks down the hallway with the others. ((Posting for Semon)) Semon standing next to the painting as the door opens suddenly feels a strang pulls sensation. As the door becomes completely open Semon gets pulled into the painting! Anyone who looks at the painting now can see thier characters are looking at a painting within the painting. The painting shows Semon trapped on another world being attack by a gold dragon! |
| Drindin10-26-03, 05:40 PM | All three gnomes, now awake, but bumble and harry a little sore and groggy, walk on it. "Oi! We've gots ta rest! Poor harry and rodney can barely walk! Have ya no compassion!" Rodney yells, falling to his knees in an over dramatic manner. Seemingly pleased at his performance, he looks up at Kharia. "So, how'd I do?" Rodney blinks, watching semon get pulled into a painting! "WHAT IN THE NAME OF HERIONEUS! WAIT UP MR. SEMMON!" Rodney runs at his own painting, leaping at it, club held up as he does so! |
| Opaque Divinity10-26-03, 06:32 PM | *Hears the yell of the feeble gnome and turns around. He sees the gnome jumping head first into the mirror, and also discovers that Semon is not where he was a moment ago.* "Whoa?" *Sanctus run over to the picture and if the gnome bangs into the wall, he helps him with his healing skills and if he dont then.. eh* |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-26-03, 09:06 PM | As the light goes off Dager slides his goggles on and looks around to see Semon being sucked into his painting "Hey did anyone just see Semon get sucked into a painting? We have to get him out!" he rushes over to the painting checking it over. |
| Khaira10-26-03, 11:14 PM | Khaira smirks at Rodney's attempt at drama. she chuckles. "Might I suggest taking some bard classes with an emphasis on acting?" As Semon falls "into" the painting, eyes the paintings with anewfound interest. "What in the name of the Abyss..." she walks over to her own painting, and just to test something, tosses a dagger into her own painting. Originally posted by Drindin All three gnomes, now awake, but bumble and harry a little sore and groggy, walk on it. "Oi! We've gots ta rest! Poor harry and rodney can barely walk! Have ya no compassion!" Rodney yells, falling to his knees in an over dramatic manner. Seemingly pleased at his performance, he looks up at Kharia. "So, how'd I do?" |
| Duilya10-27-03, 03:34 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya cheerfully claps her hands after watching Rodney's little skit, then quickly scans the room only to find one of the adults was missing. . . Hmmm? Steping towards where Semone used to be standing, the Elven girl freaks out as she notices Semone and a Golden Dragon engaged in battle in one of the paintings. What's going on!? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb10-27-03, 03:46 AM | Kulideb had been looking at the hall way, but all the commotion going on in the room made her turn around. Duilya seemed to be upset at one of the paintings and as she was a child, Kulidebs first instinct was to go over to her. She left the shadows and goes over to the childs side, looking at the painting she can see Semon fighting a dragon. "I dont think we should damage the paintings, till we know more about the magic at work here." |
| Elvina10-27-03, 08:03 AM | Originally posted by Khaira Khaira glares at Elvina. "Well, that was a great idea! Now how are we going to get out of here...by going straight forward into the grasp of the enemy, I suppose..." She begins to go and examine the last locked door... Elvina just stares at everything that happened, when Khaira yells at her. "I DIDN'T DO IT ON PURPOSE!" She was going to say more when Kheldar asked her name. She looks at him and says. "I'm Elvina, Student and Receptionist at Agudo's School." Then yet another trap gets sprung, this one almost landing a light fixture on top of Gene's head. But it does yeild the key to the door, which Kheldar is so kind as to open. Opening the door yielded no trap, but suddenly Semon dissapears. Duilya seems ready to attack the painting, so Elvina also goes over to her. After studing the picture for a brief time Elvina gently pulls ((HopefullY)) Duilya and ((hopefully)) Kulideb away from it, saying this as she does. "I don't know what caused that, but maybe we shouldn't stand to close to it?" |
| Gene_Kynes10-27-03, 02:22 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Ugh. I don't have...time for this." With that passing of words, Gene's body then twitches, his actions becoming almost quicker than the eye. As impressive as this would be if it was his own agility, Myranthor can easily sense an augumented Haste spell. Running towards the painting, he then spins around, to look at what remains of the group. "Nobody's bait. Th'girl's my problem, I'll deal with it. The only problems left are getting Semon out of that painting, and rescuing Malendor." Then continuing towards the painting, Gene draws a gloved finger across it's surface. If it ripples, or gives any indication of being a portal at all...Gene turns, gives a shrug, a wink, and a murmuring of "Wish me luck", before moving into the painting. (( Yup. The number five "Don't do" of fantasy: Don't jump into portals. Bleh. And yeah...I kinda got screwed over IRL, so my posting will be neutered. Sorry I hadda get off before I could post in the OOC! And Ruthia...NPC me, will you? )) |
| kulideb10-27-03, 03:44 PM | Kulideb stepped back from the painting, and then took another step back when Gene started to poke at it, just in case. |
| Agudo Archmage10-28-03, 12:01 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/crosbie/fighter_mage.jpg ((Various Portraits by Crosbie from his web page)) ((CO-DM)) **Elsewhere** The young girl looks on as she gazes at the crystal ball. She turns to the man next to her and almost whimpers as she speaks. “You promised ((Luika)) that you would free me, if I helped in taking revenge on my father Gene and the thief Kheldar. Luika smirks “Yes phantom I did, but not until I am satisfied.” The girl stammers for moment then finds her words. “When…will…that…be?” More a plea than a question. Luika seems lost in a dream as he thinks about Leetah “When I see Gene and that steaking Kheldar suffer as they made Jerado suffer!” ((OOC Ok Those two who own Luika and Jerado, you dont have to play these guys in the game, I can do that!. They are just adding spice to the game. If you dont want :sad: them is this story just email me. I was just planing to use them to give more depth for Gene and why his past is haunting him. :smirk: )) |
| ruthia10-28-03, 09:35 AM | Gene's hand touches cloth. There is no indication of a portal. It just looks like a regular painting. As Gene's hand travels the cloth he reaches where Semon seems to be trapped and finds wet paint. He turns to the others, holding up the hand that has the wet paint on it and says "It's like this was just painted. Any ideas?" (((I'll NPC Gene as much as possible. I'll keep the post for him simple, but if your around Dante feel free to flesh it up whenever you have the chance!))) Now for the rest: Rodeny runs head first into the brick wall the painting is on. Sanctus gets to heal him. Khaira's dagger rips a hole through the picture of herself, the ripping sound aduible to everyone in the room. Anyone behind Khaira will see a tear appear in the back of her shirt, by itself. |
| Gene_Kynes10-28-03, 10:56 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene blinks, and then turns to Khaira. Deciding to try and avoid the distractions that awkwardness birthed, something he had seen on his second venture with the Archmage Agudo. A quick murmur and simple design are both released into the air near the rip, and soon the fabric mends itself, fabrics weaving at a blurring pace to seal up the tear. Sighing, then turning to the painting, Gene takes out a small stilletto, pulling up his sleeve. "If anyone has a paintbrush, or paints, please do intervene." Then drawing the unnaturally sharp blade across the top of his arm, an equally unusual deep shade of crimson spilling forth. He then begins painting a grimly-painted version of himself painstakingly into the scene..with enough skill to make the visual arts teacher proud. |
| kulideb10-28-03, 11:16 AM | Kulideb looked on as Gene started to paint himself into the picture. "Do you think that is wise?" |
| Opaque Divinity10-28-03, 11:51 AM | *Sanctus sees the gnome bang head-first into the wall and then fall down on its back. He quickly puts a hand on the gnome's head and to the gnome it feels ice cold. The growing bump on the gnomes head ceases growing and then shrinks. The blue and red colours also fades from the gnomes head. When sanctus removes the hand, the gnome only feel a slight heacahce. |
| Myranthor10-28-03, 10:32 PM | For the first time, Gene's reaction somewhat impressed me. "Cunning, Gene." I casted a simple spell, meant to erase the dragon from the painting. |
| Khaira10-29-03, 12:05 AM | Frowns at her painting, seemingly dissapointed. "Hm. Nothing happened. That's not fair!" She turns to Gene, blinking in suprise. "Gene...what are you doing!?" |
| Drindin10-29-03, 12:35 AM | Rodney blinks, and seems surprised he's still in the same room... albeit with a bit of a headache. "Er... did I make it? Am I in the painting? Are you all in the painting? If so... then where's the other guy!" |
| ruthia10-29-03, 10:35 AM | Myranthor's Spell has no reaction. And Gene's painting keeps slidding of the painting. There is no visable or hidden way into the painting. It appears that Semon is trapped forever. |
| kulideb10-29-03, 11:09 AM | " Then I guess we will just have to see where the hall and stairs lead too." Kulideb said a bit disapionted that Genes, Khairas and Myranthors attempts at trying to change the paintings had led them no where. She moved back to the door and looks down the well lit hallway to the stairs. She scans the floor and walls looking for any traps. "Who's going first." she asks |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-29-03, 02:59 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar watches Gene and the others attempt to modify the picture with Semon in it, nothing they did seemed to help. . . Oddly enough, Kharia had managed to cut her clothes by damaging her painting. . . "Well Gene, if you were an oozemaster I'd say you've painted yourself to perfection. . . Ah, before you leave that painting with the dragon, try slicing a dagger across the dragon's neck, and gouging out the dragon's eyes. . . It's a pretty desperate plan, yes, but maybe it'll help our friend in there. . . Oh, and if any one can scry that would definitely help! At lest it would tell us where he's been taken too." Kheldar steps away from the door and back into the room. "I'll catch up with you guys later. There's still the matter of finding my equipment. . . and I want to give this place a very through look through before going on." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb10-29-03, 03:22 PM | Kulideb turned back to the room, she couldnt see any obvious traps but she wasnt willing to take a walk down the hall just yet. She looked over to Kheldar. "You could ask Harry, Rodney and Bumble, they had a good search around. They might have come across some of your things." |
| Myranthor10-30-03, 05:52 PM | "I must strongly disagree with you, Kheldar Devaentar. Khaira, when she cut the painting, did not harm herself, but only her clothes. Thus, to put a weapon against the dragon's neck would probably not harm him, only slice or lay a mark on its golden scales. And i do not think it would be wise to anger such a creature with simple scratches. Too, we must remember that metallic dragons are creatures of good. Either Semon is in security, or will be held prisonner without any harm being done to him, or he'll get killed. The latter eventuality, however, implies that the dragon had a good reason to slay him, and I would be ready to trust a dragon's judgement..." |
| Dager, Dementia Master10-30-03, 07:57 PM | He stops looking at the painting and turns to the door "Me might as well go. There is no way we can help him, we should move on before we spring another trap," He waits at the dorr wondering what the others decsion. |
| kulideb11-01-03, 06:22 AM | Kulideb went back to the hall entrance, but waited till they were all ready before setting a foot towards the stairs. |
| Gene_Kynes11-01-03, 04:58 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "I wouldn't be so ever-trusting." Gene turns away...pulling his sleeve up. "That's our ally in there." And with a show of his own blinding speed, his dagger neatly rips across the Golden Dragon's body, and a few more blurry slashes ruin the creature's image on the painting. The dagger soon dissapears with sleight of hand...as he walks to the door. "Stand back, and away from any objects above you. Traps." (( Oh, and as to how Gene could see in the dark...Darkvision. Buzzah! )) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Pulls on his pants two legs at a time" Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-01-03, 09:48 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar quits searching the room and gives Myranthor a level look. "I trust dragons about as far as I can throw them. Maybe even less! Good work Gene! It might not kill the darn thing, but maybe it'll irritate it enough to buy our friend some time." The rogue looks over to the Gnomes. They must be Harry, Rodney and Bumble. "You guys didn't happen to come across a large metal loop while you were searching this place, did ya? If not, I suppose it's "the hall," and whatever awaits us there." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Drindin11-01-03, 11:53 PM | Harry snaps his fingers. "As a matter of fact, I did!" Harry tosses Kheldar the ring of holding. The gnomes were simply huddled around Kulideb, harry scaring them with more spun tales that he just made up on the spot. |
| kulideb11-02-03, 06:05 AM | "Emm..Harry thats a really good tale, but I think you are scareing them and me, may be we could have more tales later when we arnt in a spooky lighthouse!" Kulideb took a step forward in to the hall, or tried to with out tripping over the gnomes. When nothing bad happened with her first step she took a few more. "I think its Ok." she said back to the others, "just go carefull!" At least the hallway was well lit. |
| Elvina11-02-03, 12:17 PM | Elvina goes and stands near Myranthor as the group gets ready to give up on the painting. She doesn't make a big show of it, just places herself slightly behind Myranthor, but far enough back to give him a respectable distance. Anyone who looks at her (While Myran isn't looking at her, and she doesn't know your looking) can clearly see the love she as for Myranthor still showing in her eyes, even though she tries to act like she doesn't. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-02-03, 01:23 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "ah!" Kheldar catches the metal loop, but none too gracefully with everything so dark and difficult to see. He quickly slips the loop inside his cloak. After a few clicks and a firm tug on the loop, his hands escape outside the cloak holding a pair of glasses with green tinted lenses. "Thanks, ummm. . ." Kheldar blinks, he had no idea what name belonged to what Gnome. Kulideb had said Harry first. . . Maybe he would try that name. ". . .Harry? I'm glad ya found it! For a second there I was afraid our ghostly friend would just take it with her on her way out!" Kheldar puts on his pair of glasses. The darkness vanishes from his sight. It felt good to properly see again! "Alright! Now lets see where this hall takes us!" As Kheldar enters the hall he notices Elvina and can't help but smile. ((oops rushed at the end! ahh gotta go!)) Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia11-02-03, 02:31 PM | DM: One by one the group enters the hallway. Well lite, at least 50 foot long with stairs at the end of it that spiral up into the lighthouse tower. The hall itself seems safe enough as the last of the group enters. The group enters in this order. Kulideb, Harry, Bumble, and Rodeny Dager close behind them Gene a few steps behind Dager Kheldar and Duilya Khaira and Sanctus Myranthor Elvina a few steps behind Myranthor. As Elvina steps through the doorway once again there's a click and a loud bang as the Hallway door swings itself shut right behind her. If tried, it is locked with no way to seemingly unlock it. The only choice now is to go down the hallway to the stairs. ((To save a little time I just posted what will happen after you all enter, You can post what you do before entering. I'll admit it, I was bored and wanted to post :angel: Oh and the door closing is NOT Elvina's fault this time. )) |
| Krissy11-02-03, 03:22 PM | Harry, rodney, and bumble jump at the doors slamming shut. "Well..." Rodney starts. "Looks the only way...." Bumble carries on... "Is up." harry finishes, looking at the stairs. |
| Gene_Kynes11-02-03, 03:26 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene remains silent, as he cautiously slips forward...and very, very carefully heads up the stairs. "No question, then, of what we must do." Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Furby-beater" Quigley |
| kulideb11-02-03, 03:32 PM | The hall seemed ok as she went in, soon every one was in the hall way. A click noise made her jump, she turned around in time to see the door close behind them. "Yep I agree with you guys. Nothing for it now" She said to Harry, Rodney and Bumble. She carried on down the hall, her nerves on edge. |
| Drindin11-02-03, 03:33 PM | The gnomes, as usual, stayed huddled around Kulideb. |
| Opaque Divinity11-02-03, 03:33 PM | *Sanctus follows the other up the stairs* |
| Dager, Dementia Master11-02-03, 07:12 PM | He starts to walk up the stairs getting his chains ready for anything that might burst out of the stairs |
| Duilya11-02-03, 11:12 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif I don't like this place. . .It's dark. . .and cold. . .and. . .scary! Duilya continues to walk beside Kheldar, her knees clearly shaking. So why am I here then? I only ran inside because I thought these people were chasing me. So much for my safe hiding place. Of all the places I could have ran to, why oh why did I have to pick the creepy lighthouse with the carnivorous paintings!!! This isn't fair! *click* *SLAM!* Duilya looks behind her and sees that the door she just walked through was slammed shut. Suddenly, a little girl's voice enters the minds of everyone in the party who doesn’t have some form of mind reading protection* ~I HATE THIS PLACE! I WANT TO GO HOME!!!~ The little red gem in the center of Duilya's circlet is glowing red*. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. "I'm a Furby-beater?" Quigley 2003 (( *Duilya can communicate telepathically with others through her circlet. However, when she dose, she also hears the surface thoughts of all who she's communicating with. Thus, if your character has protection against mind reading, he or she will not hear Duilya. However, if your character's mind isn't blocked form mind reading, then they can hear her just fine, AND you can post what your character's surface thoughts are. . .if you want to. . ."Hint' 'hint' 'nudge' 'nudge". :) )) |
| Khaira11-02-03, 11:18 PM | Khaira just follows the group, makign sure not to poke anyone none too hard..."by accident", of course. :) (sorry I've been so behind!) |
| kulideb11-03-03, 05:43 AM | Kulideb let dager go in front and waited till he had gone up a few steps before she followed him, (well, no use them all getting caught in a trap she thought.) She tried to stay at the side of the stairs, taking care not to brush the wall, (or trip over a gnome). her hand rested on her dagger, as she cautiously made her way up the stairs. |
| Krissy11-04-03, 06:11 PM | Surface thoughts of the gnomes Harry: Hmm... when's lunch? I'm hungry... Bumble: I hope we don't get eaten by the horrific three-headed Mousatoad that harry was talking about! Rodney: ....BURP! |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-05-03, 02:42 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar jumps at the sound of Duilya's voice in his head. Ah-*!. . What in the Nine Hells. . .?!?!? He looks over to the small Elven child. Curiosity clearly all over his face. "Did. . . did you do that Duilya?" Kheldar rubs his head. "Mmmph, that's going to take some getting used to. . . Please try it a little quieter next time. . ." The rogue looks over at Duilya and blinks. "Oh, I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean any offence. . . I'm just a little shock up too I suppose. . . I haven't exactly had a wonderful time since leaving for the Crossroads Tavern. . . Hmm, I think I still know where that place is. . . Is it on the North side or South side of the City though. . . umm, never mind. . . So you can talk through telethepy . . ." Kheldar looks down at his hands then back at Duilya. His hands were moving in a very precise, it not very peculiar, fashion. ~sign language~ Can you communicate in any other ways as well? ~sign language~ Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb11-05-03, 04:50 AM | At least they now had away of communicating with Duilya, although it was a little unsettling at first thought kulideb, as they carried on up the spiral stairs. |
| Opaque Divinity11-05-03, 08:23 AM | o O (I must not fall into it again, never) *He hears duila's outburst and turns around. The girl is already been asked questions though, so he decides to leave her alone* |
| Gene_Kynes11-05-03, 10:40 AM | .SUBTLE DOT. |
| Gene_Kynes11-05-03, 07:45 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene's surface thoughts/mind "sounds": Oddly...Gene doesn't seem to be thinking...any words at all. Rather, notes of music flow through his head, a bittersweet waltz of sorts...that's soon broken by words. "Cramps. I'm going to get leg cramps, because I didn't stretch out." However, when she 'speaks', Gene turns to the girl...brow arched. "If you wish...you may shadowjump out. The only thing that could keep you here is a lack of shadow, or a magical barrier." He then sighed, as his mind tried to recall fragments of knowledge. "...If...you...cannot leave, however...remember this...Litany. A cleric taught me it. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." He sighs as he says this, and soon heads up the stairs with less caution, blade drawn and readied. (( Frank Herbert ROCKS YOUR FACE.)) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Face-Rocker" Quigley |
| Elvina11-05-03, 07:57 PM | Following behind Myranthor, Elvina practically jumps to the ceiling when the door slams shut. She walks towards the stairs o O( I hope Myran didn't see me jump like a scared little girl. Why doesn't he like me anymore, I never did anything to him. Men are stupid.) Suddenly Duilya screams in everyone's minds. Instead freaking out or asking a milllion questions, Elvina just stands there. o O(She can't hear my thoughts can she? I hope not.) Elvina blushes. |
| Myranthor11-05-03, 10:14 PM | SLAM! I turned around, trying to notice the provenance of the awful sound that assaulted my delicate ears. I wasn't really surprised to discover that, once again, the door had been closed behind us. o O (Either they are really sure of their own strength, either we are prisonner within the lighthouse. However, they lost all aspects of strategy. Now, we'll....) "remain on your guards!" I was about to return to my usual position, when my eyes caught a faint glimpse of Elvina's long, silky hair. o O (She is as graceful as she once was...NO! Focus! Focus! You,ve got a task at hand!" I ordered myself, waiting for any command from our leader. |
| ruthia11-05-03, 10:42 PM | As Gene is heading up the stairs, the second step he stands on pushes downwards under his wieght. Theres the familiar clicking sound but nothing seems to happen... When Gene takes his next step the floor/stairs dissiappear from undernieth the following people... Myranthor, Elvina, Dagar, Sanctus, and Duilya. They perceed to fall to the floor of a tunnel, roughly 20 feet. ((Do whatever you need to in order not to end up with many broken bones.)) The group left in the hall..Gene, Khaira, Kheldar, Harry, Rodeny, Bumble, and Kulideb....Look around in time to see the holes thier companions had just fallen through close up, leaving no trace of a hole. |
| Duilya11-06-03, 02:52 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif * * * ~sign language~ Can you communicate in any other ways as well? ~sign language~ Fear fades form the child's face as she quickly puts on a smile and nods her head. ~sign language~ Of course I know sign language silly! How else do you think I was able to communicate with others before Daddy bought me this thing? ~sign language~ Duilya lifts up her pink bangs with one hand and points to the thin golden circlet around her forehead. She then lets her bangs fall against her head and releases a frustrated sigh. ~sign language~ You used to know that I knew sign language. What happened to you? ~sign language~ Before Kheldar could reply however, Gene starts talking. "If you wish...you may shadowjump out. The only thing that could keep you here is a lack of shadow, or a magical barrier." Gene pauses for a moment, then continues. "...If...you...cannot leave, however...remember this...Litany. A cleric taught me it. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." Duilya looks up at Gene and gives the silver haired shadow dancer a perplexed look? She clearly didn't understand what the man was trying to say to her. ~Gene~ Ummm. . .I guess I could shadowjump, but then I'd be abandoning Kheldar. ~Gene~ The child turns her head towards the assassin. ~Gene~ And I don't abandon my friends cuz that's just not right. ~Gene~ Duilya's eyes leave the black cloaked man and fix them self back onto Gene. ~Gene~ So why are you staying then? I still don't know what all of you guys are even do-EEEEEEEEE!!!* ~Gene~ Before Duilya can finish, the floor from under feet her vanishes sending the elf plummeting downwards! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. "more on what Duilya thought about Elvina and Myranthor's surface thoughts later" Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb11-06-03, 03:44 AM | Kulideb heard a click. Here we go again she thought!, but nothing seemed to happen at first. She tured back to look at the others, just in time to see half the group disappear in to a hole. "Do you think we should try and find the trigger? to see if we can help them" She asked. ~Duilya? ~Kulideb tried to reach the girl with her thoughts. |
| Drindin11-06-03, 09:59 AM | The gnomes shrieked in terror when the pits opened up, and tumbled down the stairs backward! "Ow! OOF! Eep! YAG!" Was about all you could hear of them as the fell backwards down the stairs. |
| Khaira11-06-03, 10:04 AM | She watches as Myranthor, Elvina, Dagar, Sanctus, and Duilya begin to go up the steps - and then fall down a hole. She continues to watch, beginning to move towards them as the hole closes up. "Well, if that doesn't just put a stickler in our plans...." She turns to Gene "What to do now, our highly esteemed leader? |
| Opaque Divinity11-06-03, 10:14 AM | *Sanctus falls head first to the ground, and only in the last minute a thousand feathers emerge beneath him. He lands softly and hopes that the other will hit the ten feet wide feather pile instead of the floor* |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-06-03, 02:30 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "What to do now!? You have to ask? Don't ask questions or ponder over your actions! Act! If there was ever a time to see if shadow jumping works in this place, now is that time! ~Dimension Door!~" Kheldar gestures like magic, but nothing happens. . . In all his excitement he had completely forgotten he had no more spells left. . . And he wouldn't get them back until he received adequate rest, not likely to happen any time soon. "Dammit!" Kheldar turns his head to Gene and Kulideb, "Well you two can try it!" Kheldar then turns to Khaira. "If you know anything about detecting traps please help me figure this one out! I didn't even see what happened to them. . . Harry and you other Gnomes I ne-*" Kheldar blinks. "Ow! OOF! Eep! YAG! . . ." Kheldar makes a face, he was beginning to develope a distaste for Gnomes. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb11-06-03, 03:53 PM | kulideb made her way to Kheldar. "I'm a bit of a novice at shadow jumping but Gene could try...Have you tried to contact Duilya? I tried but I couldnt get a response." She then went over to Harry, Rodney and Bumble. "Are you guys OK?" |
| Elvina11-07-03, 10:11 PM | Walking quietly behind Myranthor, trying not to say much, Elvina isn't really paying attention to whats going on around her. When the floor falls out from under her it takes her completely by surprise. Praying she can save herself before the ground hits she mumbles out a quick spell she had learned in class. It slows her down enough so she can move into a feet first position, allowing her legs to take the impact. With an "Omph" she lands feet first then promtly falls to the floor. Dazed and in slight pain Elina tries to see if anyone fell in there with her, when the trap swings shut. Frusterated, all she can do is sit and wait to hear who else fell with her. |
| Krissy11-08-03, 12:13 AM | One of the gnomes (bumble) throws his hand up from his place ontop of harry. "erm.... no...." |
| Agudo Archmage11-08-03, 12:31 AM | OOC DO'H... WRONG POST)) |
| Opaque Divinity11-08-03, 04:36 AM | "Who's here? Everybody alright?" *Sanctus stumbles to his feet* |
| Duilya11-08-03, 12:27 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif "AH. . .AH. . .AHCHOO!!!" Feathers go flying everywhere revealing Duilya roughly around the center of the magical cushion. The feathers had obviously saved the child from a rather painful landing. Quickly stumbling to her feet, Duilya looks around the pit to see who else had fallen in. ~Sanctus~ Ummm. . .I’m here. . .And I see Elvina over there. . .I. . .I don’t know about the others though. . .Maybe they’re buried in the feathers? . . ~Sanctus~ Not wasting any time, Duilya starts fishing through the rest of the feathers, trying to see who else had fallen in with them. In the shadows above, three sets of golden gleaming eyes stare down at those unfortunate enough to have descended in this trap. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Opaque Divinity11-08-03, 12:38 PM | "Good to know.." *Sanctus rises to his feet* "So what is this place and is there any means of escape?" *He speaks his mind out loud, while looking around* |
| kulideb11-10-03, 04:36 AM | Kulideb gave the gnomes a hand at untangling them selves. "I have a healers kit but I think we should save that for some thing more serious." she said to Bumble. She began to look for the switch that had activated the trap. |
| Jerado11-10-03, 08:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif * * * The dark, decrepit, old wizard sat at a desk in his dusty study. He kept himself busy with the peculiar sort of things that nobody but wizards themselves would understand. Beside his desk laid a rather large pile of dust, large enough to fit a human in. On top of his desk laid an egg-shaped gem. Even in the dim light it gleamed wickedly. Jerado marveled over the gem, he had created it himself and it was absolutely fascinating! There was a face in the gem. One of Jerado's most trusted advisors. A calm, collected man who had been a key player in organizing Jerado's new intelligence operation. The man was certainly not calm now. His face was screaming in absolute agony, his mouth stretched all the way open. However, not a sound escaped the gem. Nothing ever escaped one of these gems! There was a knock on his study door. "Yes, come in." A young, handsome man with striking features and jet black hair entered the room. Jerado curiously pondered over how useful the young lad would be to him in the future. "Umm. . . Sir, everyone is waiting for you in the main hall. We don't have an agent in all the places on our list - but I think you'll be quite pleased with what we've accumulated thus far. . . Oh, and Sir. . . Have you seen Captain Sorik? I havn't seen him in the last 24 hours and he's supposed to introduce you tonight - isn't he?" Jerado made up his mind about this boy. The old wizard got up from his desk and made his way towards the door. "I have Sorik doing a very important job for me right now. You can introduce me tonight. I'm sure you'll do a fine job. . . You know I expect nothing but the very best from my people. Oh and before I forget boy, could you meet me here at my study tomorrow morning? I think I have a very important job for you too." The door slammed shut behind Jerado as he and the young man left for the main hall. Left behind on Jerado's desk was the gem he had been studying before. It didn't gleam as it had been before, and now it was completely empty. * * * Artwork illus. by © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Gene_Kynes11-10-03, 09:34 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene cursed, as he dove towards the nearest one to him when the stair-trap activated, his fingers dragging across the other's hand before the door snaps shut. However, it's not enough to save that person, as he snatches his hand away to prevent dismemberment of said body part. Standing back up, he stares at the floor intently...just as he had with the ghost's vanishing point, appearently hoping to find some...clues...from the seamless stairs. "I will attempt to shadowjump down. In the event that I...am unable to do such, I hope some of you know disintegration, or have acid on hand." He then snatches his blade up from the ground, twirling it into it's silk-rope 'holster'. "If that doesn't work...then...we'll have to move on. I have faith in their ability to stay alive." And with that...his body flickering away, into Khaira's shadow...and his body lunged forward, hoping to break through the stairway through way of the Shadow Plane. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Salty old salt" Quigley |
| ruthia11-11-03, 09:37 AM | As Gene Shadowjumps into the stairs something startling happens. At first he thinks he's going to make it through, he can even see the people at the bottom, when suddenly he gets stuck. If he struggles to try to get through further, he can't do it. If he struggles to go back up, it will take a little work but he'll end up back on the stairs with the ones who are left. |
| Agudo Archmage11-11-03, 10:00 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/crosbie/roself.jpg In fact Gene has company in the shadow world..... She pushes her father backs out with a cackling sad laugh and as she does she speaks (Oh it wont be that easy for you, Daddy!,…What?… Am I not Daddies little girl, that you always dreamed of?… I know I used want to be that…. But now I just want you to suffer!) With that she makes one final push with a strange crimson rod, that magically hampers his ability to shadow jump for at least two hours. This knocks him out of the shadow world and back to the group. |
| Gene_Kynes11-11-03, 10:10 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Oh...you little bi-" And with that, he's flung into the Material Plane, rather unhappily. "This...doesn't make sense! She's like...16! I'm 23! And I did not father children when I was seven years old! Grah!" Gene punches the nearest stair. "...gods...gods damn it. If you....if you've got a disintegration spell, or acid...use it. Gods. I...I'm going to go ahead." And with that...Gene continues up the stairs. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "And that's how I beat Shaq" Quigley |
| Savael11-11-03, 11:18 AM | He watched them intently from his crouched position near one of the far walls, his eyes wide in surprise as much as resentment from the sight... Damn spell, no broken bones... not even a broken ribb. There was no way he would be able to quietly strangle some of them now... He hadnt meant to make much noise, but then he wasnt exactly an expert on not to... His stomach lurched, he hadnt eaten for some time now, the ruddy bastards had certanly taken their time getting here, that much was sure... "This place-" he said, in response to OD`s question "-is a subterran room... part of an extensive cave complex that runs for some distance under this lighthouse... or so I think" He rose uneasily and backed up against the cave wall with his hands held open for them to see he was not carrying any weapons... "Now, before we get on with the introductions, I`d like to know just what the heck your doing here..." He blinked uncertanly. The sudden flash of bright light from above as the trap was activated hadnt come as a plesant surprise to his eyes. Things were still a bit dim, but he could just make out four - or was it five? - persons scrambling out of the huge pile of feathers on the floor. |
| kulideb11-11-03, 03:23 PM | Kulideb watched as Gene began to shadow jump, it never hurt to watch a master at work! although he seemed to be having some difficulty. Kulideb stepped forward to help Gene, although she wasnt sure what she could do. Before she got there Gene seemed to have freed himself from the floor, not that he seemed to happy about it she thought! She raised an eyebrow as Gene punched the stairs. "Well, I guess we carry on!" She looked over to the gnomes. "Coming?" |
| Drindin11-11-03, 03:49 PM | The gnomes coughed. "No... hurting... fading..." was all that the last remaining concious gnomes said. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-11-03, 03:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar clicks his tongue, try as he might, he couldn't get the trap door to activate again. He stopped his searching and looked at Khaira and Kulideb, neither of them seemed to be having much luck either. Before he could say anything to them Gene popped back to existence, he seemed rather upset. And in a hurry to get upstairs. Kheldar shrugged, they might as well go up, figuring out how this trap door worked seemed like an impossibility. "I suppose we should follow him. We've wasted enough time here. Hmmm, I just feel terrible for that poor Elven child, she was having a bad enough day as it was. . . now this?!" Kheldar catches up to Gene. "Speaking of people having a bad day. . . You bumped into that ghost again, didn't you? Well, because she seems to like you so much you can carry this." Kheldar dives a hand in his cloak and pulls out a mace. A pitch black weapon with crimson red cloth for a grip and three white skulls wrapped around the handle. Each skull depicted an emotion that was a mix of sorrow and terror. "Here take it. It's a mace of Disruption. A pretty unspectacular weapon actually. . . well, until you fight something undead with it! Every time it comes into contact with something undead it immediately tries to destroy it. The chances of the undead creature being immediately destroyed depends on how powerful that particular undead creature is. . . The important thing to remember is that there's always a chance of it working! Even against an undead demigod! So. . . the idea behind this mace is not to make powerful blows with it, but to hit an undead creature with it as many times as you can! Thus heightening your chances that you'll get that sure-kill strike. Oh yes, there's a few other enchantments on it, one is ghost touch, which means exactly what the name implies. . . it wont harmlessly pass through ghosts. And I believe I also put a speed enchantment on it. . . Any way, why don't ya take it?" Kheldar holds the mace out for Gene to grab. And looks up the stairs. "Damn, you got a look of this place from the outside. How far up does it go?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Myranthor11-11-03, 05:55 PM | The young elven girl's fingers, plunged in the mass of soft feathers, searched not for long before touching silky, black hair. An accurate, golden hand seized her delicate wrist, using this surprising contact to find his way out. A head emerged, looking slowly around, waiting for its eyes to accomodate to the ambiant light. "Now, before we get on with the introductions, I`d like to know just what the heck your doing here..." "We might return you the question as well", I answered. |
| Elvina11-11-03, 09:29 PM | Elvina just sits where she is as Duilya looks for Myranthor. ((Elvina didn't land in the feathers, and she did land hard.)) She is reilived that everyone who fell is well, except she can sense some one else. She doesn't try to stand, but instead thries to pinpoint where the person is. ((She's looking for Dager, who also fell with this part of the group.)) Then "This place-" he said, in response to OD`s question "-is a subterran room... part of an extensive cave complex that runs for some distance under this lighthouse... or so I think" He rose uneasily and backed up against the cave wall with his hands held open for them to see he was not carrying any weapons... "Now, before we get on with the introductions, I`d like to know just what the heck your doing here..." She gets irratated at this interuption on her concentrating but says nothing, just keeps trying to locate Dager...and not give away the fact that she hurt her ankle when she landed. o O(Stupid stupid stupid. I can't believe I messed that spell up. I had better brace myself to move, I don't want Myran thinking I'm just a burden to him and the group.) |
| Duilya11-12-03, 12:27 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Duilya almost jumps out of her skin when she sees the golden hand burst from out of the feathers and grab tightly around her wrist. Panicked, the child quickly reaches into her cape to pull out something, but then stops herself when she notices who the hand belongs to. Blushing, the child immediately calms down and relinquished her grip on whatever she was going to draw from her cape. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Duilya gives Myranthor a quick hug and then looks towards Savael. The mysterious man appeared to be carrying no weapons. Hmmm. . .no weapons huh?. . . Duilya eyes the stranger curiously. . . .But if he's unarmed. . .then that can only mean. . . The girl slowly begins to approach the newcomer. . . .THAT HE MUST BE FRIENDLY AND HERE TO SAVE US!!! YIPPIE!!! Abandoning all reason, Duilya leaps towards Savael and wraps her arms around him! What a nice man he was! Coming all the way to this scary place to rescue them from certain doom! Duilya liked this guy! He was grand! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb11-12-03, 03:55 AM | Kulideb ran back to the gnomes. "Sorry you guys I just thought, you were attention seeking!" With that she got out the healers kit and started to help the gnomes. |
| Dager, Dementia Master11-12-03, 03:30 PM | The floor dissapears dager falls and breaks his right arm. H e sees Elvina and runs towards her "Do you know where the others are? I broke my arm and need to find someone with a healing spell. How 'bout you anything broken?" He had lost his gogles and got down and started looking for his magic gogles |
| Opaque Divinity11-12-03, 03:39 PM | "Dager, are you hurt badly? I can heal whatever wound you have, though maybe not to perfection, since you are not a 'holy' creature.." |
| Savael11-12-03, 03:55 PM | Savael was just about to answer the newly appeared Myranthor`s question when ... something ... came forward, albeit slowly at first, and gave him a surprise... Hug. Hug A hug She hugged you Riiight... Savael froze for a few seconds, letting the shock of the entire affair wash over him. He`d thought for some while now about the possible outcomes of his first meeting with those who were unfortunate to stumble off down here and a surprise hug had not under any sircumstances been featured in any of those scenarios... Thoughts along the lines of "Wierd..." parraded through his mind as he absentmindedly ran his long fingers through Duilyas hair, wich he found to be of a rather garishly pink colour when he examined more closely in a vain attempt to stroke it. |
| Duilya11-12-03, 05:48 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif As Savael's hand courses through Duilya's hair, he undoubtedly notices the thin golden circlet worn around the child's head. When his fingers approach half way down the length of Duilya's hair, the red gem in the circlet suddenly lights up as a barrage of the girl's thoughts enter the man's head. Savael > Yay!!! Oh THANK YOU for coming to save us Mr. Nice Guy With no Weapons, I was afraid we were going to be trapped in here FOREVER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH Today's been terrible!!! First I get lost while on my way to some LOONY mage's school, then I get chased by a bunch people into this REALLY SCARY light house, THEN I meet an old friend trapped in a closet here who's COMPLETELY lost his memory, THEN the door to this place SLAMS SHUT trapping us ALL inside, THEN CARNIVEROUS PAINTINGS EAT THE PEOPLE WHO CHASED ME IN HERE FORCING US TO FLEE UPSTAIRS, THEN HALF OF US FALL DOWN THIS TRAP AND LAND INTO A PILE OF FEATHERS!!! The red gem goes out as Duilya continues to cling to Savael. She was shaking now. It was scary going through in her mind all of the terrible things that had gone wrong this day. But now everything’s going to be okay. . .If this man met us down here, then that must mean he knows the way out. We'll all be able to make it out of here safely and then go searching for the others. After that, we can all leave this place. . . Duilya continues to stand beside the mysterious man, her arms still wrapped around him. Hugs ment a great deal to the child. The simple act of embracing someone brought warmth, comfort, and security. A hug also shared one's feelings towards the other, expressing trust, friendship, and caring. Duilya continued to hug Savael. Savael, however, never returned the hug. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Gene_Kynes11-12-03, 09:56 PM | Proces-aw, screw it. Okay, this is an IC OOC plead. Dante's being a lazy bastard. Max, Gina...can you yell at him, or something, to get him to post here? He'll post otherwhere, but not here! Grah! Ahem. |
| Drindin11-13-03, 09:52 AM | The gnomes *eventually* come to. All of them were having problems of double-vision and slurred speech, but they managed to drag themselves up the stairs. "Less... ge' this 'venture onnaroad..." Harry dragged out. |
| Savael11-13-03, 11:05 AM | Savael tried to collect his thoughts, with quite unusual results of success... untill the point where Duilyas thought barrage entered his head. Yay!!! Oh THANK YOU for coming to save us Mr. Nice Guy With no Weapons, I was afraid we were going to be trapped in here FOREVER! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH Today's been terrible!!! First I get lost while on my way to some LOONY mage's school, then I get chased by a bunch people into this REALLY SCARY light house, THEN I meet an old friend trapped in a closet here who's COMPLETELY lost his memory, THEN the door to this place SLAMS SHUT trapping us ALL inside, THEN CARNIVEROUS PAINTINGS EAT THE PEOPLE WHO CHASED ME IN HERE FORCING US TO FLEE UPSTAIRS, THEN HALF OF US FALL DOWN THIS TRAP AND LAND INTO A PILE OF FEATHERS!!! After the thought-storm had subsided, Savael slowly slumped back into his original position... on the floor. "Um...what...?" he mumbled weakly, to noone in particular. A telepath... they had some of these at home... but a little girl? He tried once more to recollect his thoughts, focusing upon the moments before the little girl had... entered his mind... He had noticed a - what was it? - a golden circlet around her head? How odd. He struggled to find his voice again, the experience had come as a bit of a shock. "I... I... my name is... Percev. I am a trader by proffesion, adventurer by hart..." he stuttered finally, his eyes getting more accostumed to the darkness again. "I came down here some time ago - a day or so perhaps? - by the same means you used, that ruddy trap. Just leave out that huge pile of feathers though..." He studied them closely for a few seconds, was there anyone he knew among them? anyone he`d heard of? No. It didnt look like it, but he wasnt to certain... With that, he cast a glance towards Duilya. The child had given him quite a shock, but had kept on hugging him none the less. "I dont know the way out of here by hart, Duilya - but I do have some inkling of where to go!" he added, perhaps a bit hastily. He then hugged Duilya gently, running his fingers through her pink hair once more. Perhaps that`d calm her down? Now that he recalled it, he wasnt all to sure about those carniverous paintings the child had mentioned earlier... how awfull that must have been for a little girl. But still though... carniverous?! |
| Khaira11-14-03, 12:40 AM | Khaira just follows Gene, swords still out...she is really confused. |
| Khaira11-14-03, 12:40 AM | oops... |
| Khaira11-14-03, 12:40 AM | For some reason, it posted 3 times.... |
| kulideb11-14-03, 03:34 AM | Now the gnomes seemed fine Kulideb packed away her healers kit and set off up the stairs. |
| Myranthor11-15-03, 10:59 AM | I stood up from the massive pile of feathers, shaking my head in hope of sending away all the tiny particles of white dust that may be lodged within my hair. Untying my cloak, a long cloth made of green velvet, bordered by a layer of violet silk, I assured that it also stayed clean before putting it back into place. Slowly, with the delicacy that is immanent to us elves, I verified that my necklace, an humble string hanging on my neck, didn't fall nor break in the trap. I happily learned that it was not the case. Confident in my luck, I raised my hand to my forehead, touching gently the headband I...where was it? WHERE WAS IT? It was not at its place anymore. My visage suddenly grew surprised, stunned...terrified. I fell to the ground, on my knees, plunging my nervous hands and my arms to my elbows in the feathers, searching frantically like a desperate man would search his own heart if it could jump out of his ill chest. I searched, but could only sense the soft contact of Sanctus' feathers or the cold, hard contact of the lighthouse's basement's floor. I was desperate, my hands flew madly in hope of encountering the treasure lost just next to me, hidden by this voluminous snow, this impervious white fur. I resigned, contemplating the sweet idea of curling on the ground, weeping, hoping to stop this lethal blow, given by an uncaring fate, hoping to bring the god's mercy upon my frail shoulders, when my left hand touhed something new...something that was nor a feather, not the hard soil. It was a simple tissue, the softest tissue I ever caressed. I let my hand travel over it, resisting to the temptation of looking at it so abruptly in fear that it would vanish, as dreams do when one opens his eyes. I seized it violently, terrified at the thought it may one again vanish from my clenched fist. I tied it swiftly, making sure it wouldn't fall once again. Then-and only then- I did realize that I was not alone. All around me laid vicious pairs of eyes, spies observing my nervous crisis, my most intimate weaknesses. I conceived that I probably did not fall alone in this vicious trap. In front of me were Duilya and Percev, a man that I should still continue to consider a stranger. I turned around, surprised to see both the priest and the demented Master speaking together, an intriguing combination. Stretching my head a little more, I distinguished...Did I really have to act so childly in front of HER?!?!? I stood up and turned around to face Percev and Duilya once again, turning my back on the three others. I regained composure, taking the confident appearance that I usually wear. Gesturing toward the trader, I said, speaking to my allies: "Should we follow this man, or try to return from where we come?" |
| Elvina11-15-03, 11:43 AM | "Um...I don't think so." Elvina answers Dager then watches him search for something on the ground. In a startingly simaliar move, Myranthor also seems to panic and start searching. Watching Mryan with intrest and concern, Elvina quickly turns away when he looks at her. After he turns away Elvina struggles to stand, then answers his question. "I think we should follow Percev, at least he has some clue as to how to get out of here." She stands finally, keeping her weight of her injured ankle, not wanting to tell anyone or have anyone waste a healing spell on a injured ankle. o O( I better remeber that minor injury spell Lady Hoot taught us in class just before we left...Now lets see was it....no...Well I'll remeber it eventually.) |
| Gene_Kynes11-15-03, 05:47 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "...Thank...thank you." Gene took the mace...and twirled it around in his hand. Weapons arcs flew through his head, as he slowly began to adjust to this weapon. It then..simply dissapears into his cloak. "However, until I find her once more..." He continues up the steps, very carefully. "...I'll stick to my blade, Kheldar. You surely are...resourceful, to say the least. Let's go." Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "We're not gonna take, no, we're not gonna take it! We're not gonna take it, anymoooorah!" Quigley. |
| ruthia11-15-03, 07:33 PM | The group on the steps encounters no more surprises and after bit of a climb. ((Only about five or six stories)) They come to the door at the top, and it's open already. The group downstairs Is stuck there...unless they follow Percev. |
| kulideb11-16-03, 05:59 AM | After a few more steps Kulideb came to the top of the stairs. She looked at the open door. The lighthouse had her nervers set on edge she looked the open door way over. Well we carnt go back she thought to her self. She tried to scan the area just past the door way looking for any hidden surprises. |
| ruthia11-16-03, 10:28 AM | Kulideb finds nothing |
| Gene_Kynes11-16-03, 11:30 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene slips into the shadows...and then goes through the doorway, trying to find traps as well as hide. (( That makes him...move at ten feet per a round. Woot. )) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Gunsmoke" Quigley |
| ruthia11-16-03, 11:34 AM | Gene also finds nothing, but if he looks into the room he see's window on every wall but the north one....The north one has an open portal leading to who knows where.....The rest of the room is bare, not even the normal light that should be expected at the top of a lighthouse tower. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-17-03, 04:38 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar follows Gene while busying himself with something behind his black cloak. After a short while he smiles and takes out a mummified, human hand. Considering it was the remains of a dead man, it was extremely clean and looked very well kept. Kheldar swiftly tosses the hand into the portal, a thick, black rope trails behind it. "Well, if this portal leads to the elemental plain of fire or some sort of horrible place I'd like to find out before poking my head in there!" After a few more seconds Kheldar firmly pulls the cord back. ((But whether the hand was burnt, frozen, deteriorated, or covered with insane, feral creatures with rabies I cannot say. . . For I am not the DM.)) :) Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb11-17-03, 05:12 AM | As she couldnt spot any traps Kulideb walks in.She was surprised to find the room empty.She watches with intrest as Keldar throws a tied up mummified hand in to the portal. "Good idea!" She wonders over to one of the windows and looks out. Should get a good view from up here she thinks to here self. Her mind also turns to other things. ~I hope the others are alright, I had hoped that Duilya might have been able to contact us.~ |
| Duilya11-17-03, 05:29 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Percev's plan to clam Duilya was working perfectly. Her quick and panicked breathing had resumed to a calm and regular pace, and her frightened shivering had come to a complete stop. In fact, the Elf looked so comfortable in the man's arms that she easily could have been mistaken to be asleep. Maybe she was, because when Elvina speaks aloud about following Percev, Duilya's eyes shoot open and she blinks around her surroundings. Hmmm? Giving her head a shake, Duilya smiles up and Percev, gives the man a small squeeze, and then releases her hold on him. It had been a good hug! More people needed to hug like him! Duilya knew this guy would be grand! ALL> I think we should follow Mr. Percev as well! He's neat! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Savael11-18-03, 01:39 PM | Savael watched with a raised eyebrow as Myranthor made his way out of the suspicious-looking pile of feathers, and then suddenly began searching fervently for something on the ground. He sighed to himself, more of a groan than a sigh actually... Oh how he abhorred elfs... Their pointy ears, their melodic voices, their ever-fair visages... He could make the list longer if he ceared to, but now was not the time. But to sum it all up, what disgusted him most of all was how practically all of the so-called civilized races of Faerùn looked up to these self-important, spell-weaving, wood-wandering maniacs with something akin to awe... How could they accept these meweling brats into their societys with a curtesy and a bow... and force him to disguise his own herritage! It was preposterous, that was what it was, as well as so much more. The magic he`d gotten from his Taskmaster was working flawlessly so far though... He`d gotten a good look of himself in a mirror on the way out, his eyes werent yellow any longer, but brown, a deep, muddy brown... He wasnt quite sure how to react to that, untill he noticed the absence of scales on his torso. It wasnt that people tended to notice that detail anyhow... but seeing a seemless coat of human skin cover his chest and flanks where there before had been speckled patches of tiny scales sent a slight shiver down his spine. Finally, in a last bid of desperation, he stuck out his tounge in the mirror to see if that had been changed as well. And it had. It wasnt forked like it had used to be, but rounded and flawless. Almost cold... almost human. He fumbeled with his hand around his neck to feel the leather of the thin cord that made these changes possible. His Master may be mad, but magic he could provide for. Magic, as well as Ziran. |
| ruthia11-18-03, 01:56 PM | The hand come back covered in wet sand and smelling of salt water, there is a sea shell stuck to the hand. ((Kheldar,Khaira,Kulideb,gnomes, and Gene are all inside the room now right? Please let me know.)) |
| Duilya11-18-03, 02:57 PM | Oh how I abhorred elfs... Their pointy ears, their melodic voices, their ever-fair visages... I could make the list longer if I cared to, but now was not the time. But to sum it all up, what disgusts me most of all is how practically all of the so-called civilized races of Faerùn look up to these self-important, spell-weaving, wood-wandering maniacs with something akin to awe... How could they accept these mewling brats into their societies with a curtsy and a bow... and force me to disguise my own heritage! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif . . . Duilya's cheerful little smile quickly gets wiped off her face as the girl stops dead in her tracks. . .She couldn't believe what she just heard. . .Mr Percev seemed like such a nice fellow. . . Slowly turning around, Duilya looks up at Savael with two big purple eyes and a quivering lip. He couldn't really have meant what he said. Could he? Oh well. . .even if he. . .dose. . .hate. . .elves. . .he never thought about doing us any harm. . .He still knows the way out. . .I think. . .It's just. . . Duilya stares at Saveal for a few moments more before tearing her visage from him and looking towards the others elves in the party. The beautiful one with the long red hair was still favouring her one foot. Duilya knew she was trying to cast a healing spell on it, but the elf had apparently forgotten how to cast it. I have a small cure potion in my cape. . .Maybe I should give it to. . .no. . .wait. . . Duilya turns around and faces Myranthor. The handsome elf was still blushing, no doubt from when Elvina saw him frantically looking for his head band. Hmmmmm. . .He likes her. . .And now he's afraid she thinks he's a total goof ball. Maybe I can help him out! Smiling again, Duilya makes her way towards Myranthor. This would make the mage feel better. She was sure of it! Myranthor> Psst. . .Myranthor. Here, take this. Duilya slides the tiny vial of Cure Light Wounds into the mage's palm. Myranthor> Elvina's not feeling so well. She hurt her ankle pretty badly on the way down. I thought maybe. . . Duilya looks across the room to Elvina, then smiles back at Myranthor. Myranthor> You know. . .But can I have the bottle back when your done? It's shiny! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Dager, Dementia Master11-18-03, 04:25 PM | There was a crack as his knee crushed the gogles "Bloody, things cost me a fourtane!" He picked up his broken gogles and through them in a pocket on his vest. He couldn't see well in the dark, but he thought he saw Myranthor and rushed towards him and saw that Duilya was there, too. And another, a stranger in the shadows. "Eh, Myranthor do you know any fixing spells?Or you Duilya? I broke my magic gogles, while looking for them." |
| Drindin11-18-03, 06:08 PM | The gnomes followed Kulideb, until their senses returned to full, and they huddled around her legs, more in fear she'd disappear, and they'd have no one to huddle around any more than anything else. |
| Myranthor11-18-03, 09:33 PM | In the incertain, blurred shadows, I faintly distinguished someone, whom was impossible to tell among the others, who approached me swiftly, in a hurry to create a distance with her precedent interlocutor. The person was small, too small to be anyone else but the elven child we found in the lighthouse's garden. In a flash, the gem upon her head started to shine, illuminating her already pink hair with a strange, eerie glow. ~Psst. . .Myranthor. Here, take this.~ o O( Wha?... Was she the one speaking to me?) Again, akin to the sun rising, inking the sky with red rays, her jewel became bright as Sehanine's stars, while the child handed to me a little vial. ~Elvina's not feeling so well. She hurt her ankle pretty badly on the way down. I thought maybe. . .You know. . .But can I have the bottle back when your done? It's shiny!~ o O (Shiny, heh? We'll see if it,s shiny...) "Light!" I covered the little elf,s bottle with my right hand, calling upon the powers of occult forces. The bottle became brilliant, it shed a brilliant light, blinding all those who didn't avert their eyes in time for a short moment.*Afterward, however, it losed its agressive properties, creating a 20 ft aura of ambiant light around all of us. "Eh, Myranthor do you know any fixing spells?Or you Duilya? I broke my magic gogles, while looking for them." asked Dager precepitedly. "One minute, please" I answered." I have other things to take care of beforehand." I turned back to the little girl, handing her back her vial. "Thank you miss, for these precious informations. I think you may wish to keep that bottle and its content for yourself, however. Do not worry for me, I got my share of potions myself" I added, revealing under my cape a long row of potions, attached to my belt. I put back the bright vial in Duilya's hand gently, yet firmly. Now...taking care of Elvina... o O ( You must not look weak, Myranthor Imalustriel. You must not show that, still, she's beautiful to you. You must not let her know she made you discover the greatest injury you could ever bear :inconsiderate tenderness. Just be cold. ) I turned around and made a few steps toward the gracious, gorgeous elvish woman. My usually straight gaze was locked on the cave's floor, relishing this opportunity of not betraying my own confused thoughts and powerful feelings. Her legs finally appeared in my sight, ending the timeless torment of cruel apprehension to replace it with loud, alarming bells, heralds of an imminent doom. I frowned, as if I could distinguish that she hurt her ankle. "It seems like you landed pretty badly, Elvina...Wouldn't it be better for you to take a potion? I have many, just in case." When finishing the sentence, I raised my figure in order to look directly into her eyes, trying to look confident and untouchable by the purity of her traits. Still, she may have perceived the gulp that crossed my throat, or maybe hear the maddening beating of my crazied heart. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-18-03, 09:37 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Hmmmm. . ." Kheldar rubs a gloved finger under his chin. His experiment with the hand answered one question, but created a whole lot more! "Well, this portal probably leads to an area of ocean floor close to this lighthouse. . . But that creates a lot of complications. First, how close is this area to land? Second, and much more importantly, how deep is the area? . . I'm sorry if I'm repeating something you already know - but - the more water you have above you, the heavier that water gets. . . Go too deep, and. . ." Kheldar runs a thumb across his throat and makes a strangled sound. Shortly after he puts both of his hands on his hips and stares at the portal with contempt. "This normally wouldn't be a problem if I had some spells ready. . . Dammit! I don't suppose anyone has an Apparatus of Kwalish on them? Heh? . . Or a pesky, unwanted familiar? . . Hhhmmm?" Fighting back his body's natural tendency to blush was a difficult feat in and of itself! He knew he must look like some paranoid old coot! But the lingering memories of his travels through other portals had more or less convinced him that no portal was worth going through until you knew it was absolutely safe! Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Elvina11-18-03, 10:32 PM | Watching as everyone heads towards Myranthor Elvina turns away from the group and tries to think of that spell. This saved her from a painful headache as Myranthor's spell lite the cavern. She turns that way, her concentration completely broken, in time to see him walking towards her. She looks to the ground, trying not to stare as he talks about a potion, as if she can not handle herself! She feels her anger building up, but controls it. o O(I will not let him get to me. I will not let him think me weak!) "I'm fine Myran, why don't you go help Dagar instead of wasting time on me." Elvina never once looks into his eyes, or at his face. Her eyes never leave the ground as she tries to hide her pain and anger from him. o O(I've got to remeber that spell quick.) |
| Myranthor11-18-03, 10:42 PM | "ime spent with you is not wasted." o O (..Or, is it?) |
| Elvina11-18-03, 10:51 PM | :sad: She refuses to look up, refuses to believe what he's saying. Her anger grows. "Time with me is not wasted? Oh I see, so thats why you have avoided me since Malendor and you rescued me from those Blue dragons? Becuase I'm not a waste of time?" Not waiting for his answer she turns and walks away, heading into a darker part of the cave where she could be alone. After a few steps her ankle finally does give out and she collapses against the wall. She doesn't make any sound but rights herself and contuniues to walk away. Once out of sight she collapses against the wall, unable to stand anymore. Blinking back tears she tries to concentrate again. o O(That spell was....Oh Stupid Myran why does he torment me like this, I know he doesn't like me, he told me himself!..Why do I let him get to me still, why can't I forget him?...Got to remeber that spell.)) |
| ruthia11-18-03, 11:05 PM | UPSTAIRS> As everyone inspects the room, no one at first seems to notice the small trickle of smoke in the stairwell behind them. First unnoticale, then building in strenght and color. By the time some one notices this it is to late, the fire has alrready started engulfing the house and the hallway bellow them, it will soon be moving up the stairs and engulfing the whole tower..... TUNNEL> notices nothing as of yet. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-18-03, 11:54 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar blinks as he sees fire engulfing the staircase. "Well, time to throw caution in to the wind. . . I hear it's better to drown than burn any way . . I hope the same applies for having your head pop! Let's go!! Don't forget to take a deep breath on your way out!!!!" Struggling to hide a shiver, and following his own advice, Kheldar dashes into the portal! Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Drindin11-19-03, 12:00 AM | The gnomes took a deep breath and ran through the portal! Not sure what to expect either...... |
| Gene_Kynes11-19-03, 12:17 AM | Gene sighs...and then runs through the portal, eyes readied...and for safety's sake, breath held. "I spend too much time thinking..." |
| kulideb11-19-03, 04:16 AM | The sent of smoke made her nose tickle, she looked around to see the hall way all ready engulfed in flames. Turning back to the portal shes the gnomes disappear and hears Kheldars words. With no choice left she follows them through the portal, taking a deep breath first. |
| Myranthor11-19-03, 05:35 PM | I stared at elvina, slowly fading away in the darkness. I didn't try aother move. Why would I do so, anyway? She was completelyé Time spent with her WAS wasted, and I shouldn't lose mine on her. She probably was as stubborn as I, if not more. I returned to the remainder of our group, reaching Duilya and Dager. "..Finally, Duilya, I think I may have trouble exchanging with elvina right now. Could you, please, bring her your own healing potion? I'd be indebted to you, and would be even more if you would accept the title of intermediary between us both, in case I need it later." (May she accept or not, Myr turns to Dager) "As well as for you, I may be able to help you, but I'll ask you to give me a few seconds. What are these googles doing, anyway, if it is not too rude to ask?" |
| Duilya11-20-03, 03:26 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duiyla looks up at Myranthor and solemnly nods her head. Accepting his request was the least she could do after almost severing his connection to Elvina. Sympathy and guilt are the last two things Myranthor sees on the child's face before turning to face Dager. Releasing a sigh, Duilya looks down the dark passage Elvina ventured into. Confronting her would be no easy task. The healing potion she was going to hand Elvina was still enchanted by Myranthor's light spell. How would the red haired elf take to accepting any sort of treatment with ties to Myranthor on it? Shaking her head hopelessly, Duilya makes her way down the dark passage. . .silent as a shadow. . . * * * . . .Stupid Myran why does he torment me like this, I know he doesn't like me, he told me himself! . .Why do I let him get to me still, why can't I forget him?. .Got to remember that spell. . . Duilya frowns as she watches Elvina from the cover of darkness. However bad she felt before was nothing in comparison to what she was feeling now. Elvina had been so good to her, and now she was probably the main reason why the elf felt so bad. Blast! . .Why did her plan have to backfire so drastically!? Duilya wanted to strengthen the two elves' relationship, not sever it! Ugh. . .Life's too complicated sometimes. . . Feeling about as confident as a baby dragon attempting her first flight, Duilya steps into the light and approaches Elvina. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| ruthia11-20-03, 01:09 PM | Upstairs/Portal: The group ((For right now we'll assume Khaira followed everyone through.)) Finds themselves landing face first on a warm beach, the ocean lazily lapping at the sand just a few inches from them. As the last person jumps through the Portal explodes in a shower of flames as the fire takes the lighthouse out. After everyone recovers and starts to look around they will find that they are in a beutiful location. A cove with calm ocean waters is infront of them, behind them is a jungle of sorts with strange trees that many had never seen before, many bearing a bright red fruit. Tunnel: Before Duilya can reach Elvina the tunnel starts to warm up. Those looking at the walls see them start to glow red and the cieling seems to be melting. Hot globs of metal and rock start to rain down on the group...... |
| Gene_Kynes11-20-03, 04:47 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Odd." Gene stands up...the light being slowly strangled around him, as he seems to have an unnatural shade around himself. "Is everyone alright?" Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Barbarian of the east" Quigley |
| kulideb11-20-03, 05:46 PM | Kulideb spits out some sand and gets up. "I'm fine." She looks for the three gnomes to make sure they are ok. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-22-03, 02:42 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar gets up and brushes the sand away from his face. "Augh! Got sand in my mouth. . . patoooiie! . . Damn that hurt. . . The rogue stops brushing his face and takes a quick look at the ground beneath his boots. "Well, we still landed on the ocean floor. Why, there's a whole quarter of an inch of ocean lying on top!" A mock grin spread across Kheldar's face. It didn't last long, however, as he started looking around their whereabouts. "Ummm. . . Where are we? This isn't exactly the place I thought we'd end up in. . . I was expecting something closer to a view of a burning lighthouse. . ." But there was no burning light house, just an ocean coast and a jungle before them. A jungle absolutely full of fruit! Ripe, fresh, red, juicy, yummy, irresistibly irresistible fruit! A man could loose himself looking into such good food! The red fruit screamed to be eaten! Kheldar frowned at the ring on his left hand. . . Thanks to it he had absolutely no desire to eat anything. . . But that was the idea behind it. "Any way, do you guys know where you're going? . . The gods know I don't! Actually. . . I have no idea what you guys are doing. . . It must be something important. . . you started out with such a large party. . . 12 in fact. . . now there's 6. . . What's it all for?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Drindin11-22-03, 12:16 PM | All the gnomes, except for bumble, seem to be okay. However, bumble is flailing madly, yelling "I CAN'T SWIM! I CAN'T SWIM!" and is on his back. |
| kulideb11-22-03, 04:54 PM | Kulideb dashes over to Bumble and helps him up. "There thats better!" she said. |
| Gene_Kynes11-22-03, 08:36 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Looking for someone." Gene then shed his cloak (!), overshirt (!!), and slipped on...an odd-looking, intricate choker lined with arcane runes (?), his cloak and shirt vanishing into a portable hole. The light returns to normal around him as these garments are removed, however...Gene's blade turns black, removing any shine to it. "...A student of our school. He was kidnapped." Adjusting the strange choker once again...Gene slowly felt his body easily adapting to the light and heat...no longer feeling the array of messages his body tells him whenever he was exposed in sunlight for too long. "Anyway, if nobody's horribly wounded...or drowning...c'mon." Gene then walks towards the jungle, his eyes darting to the first sign of movement. As a side note...Kulideb cannot see any of the scars on Gene's arms. In fact, to all...they seemed to've never been there. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Blitzball Ace" Quigley |
| ruthia11-22-03, 09:28 PM | Gene finds a path leading into the jungle with no problem. All seems quiet and peaceful. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-23-03, 03:21 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar doesn't move an inch. "So let me get this straight. . . you're looking for a kidnapped student? . . And you believe blindly walking into some foreign jungle is going to get you to this student? . . Do you have any idea as to where this student is?" Kheldar frowns after Gene. "Also, does this student have a name, an age, or a race? Or shall we forever more refer to this student as "the student," a lifeless, faceless entity that exists only for us to rescue? . . Ahem-*" Kheldar goes from frowning to observing Gene's observation of the jungle. "And for a guy who looks like he doesn't miss a thing I'm surprised my party count of six didn't make you stop and think for a second. . ." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Duilya11-23-03, 03:54 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Hmmm? Duilya stops half-way to Elvina and begins to sniff the air around her. Something was cooking upstairs; she could smell it! Mmmmm. . .I wonder who's baking up there? Whoever it is, they're doing a lousy job. They've clearly burnt whatever they're making. FZZZZZzzzzzz...... What was that!? Duilya looks behind her and sees tiny little drops of silver dripping to the ground. They were awfully pretty looking. Maybe she could catch one and show it to Elvina! Yeah! That would cheer the poor elf up! Extending her arms to try and catch the next shimmering drop, Duilya sees one of her shadow buddies charging towards her with a worried look in it's eyes. NOOO! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb11-23-03, 05:52 AM | Kulideb setts off after Gene, scratching at her arm, it was starting to irritate her again, she also felt hungry. "Do you think we should eat before carrying on?" She noticed that Genes arms were no longer marked as they had been, back at the Agudo's school. She then turned her attention to Kheldar. "Just cause we have missed placed a few of our group doesnt mean we should stop. I didnt really know Malendor, but the others should be able to tell you more about him." |
| Elvina11-23-03, 08:19 AM | Elvina sits silently in the tunnle tryintg to remeber that spell when she too can smell something odd. Looking up she see's the ceiling doesn't look right and seems to be melting. And worse yet, it looked like that elvin girl Duilya was determined to catch a melted drop! Jumping up, forgetting about her ankle, Elvina rushes over to Duilya's side to try to stop her. "Don't touch those Duilya! There hot!" |
| Savael11-23-03, 08:58 AM | Savael finished his train of thought. There seemed to be two elfs among the asembled, three if you counted the little girl... but that`d have to wait. He watched as Duily made her way across the cavern to Myranthor, the gem on her forehead flaring up briefly as she `spoke`. He then knelt down and picked up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as his attention was caught by the scent of burning wood... What the ...? His eyes then followed a tiny, silvery drop as it fell from the outlined square of light in the ceeling of the cavern and hit the cold stone floor without a sound. Suddenly, Duilya turned around however... it seemd she had seen the same thing... And then she began walking towards the silvery droplets with her hands outstretched! "Wait!" he yelled out "Dont touch those droplets, they ar-" Suddenly, much to Savaels surprise, a... shadow ... detatched itself from the darkened cave walls - now flickering with a slight, red sheen - and bounded straight towards Duilya. |
| Gene_Kynes11-23-03, 04:07 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene simply sighed, his body becoming rigid as he turned to Kheldar. "Listen, idiot. Fortunately, I wasn't cursed with the instinct to blab everything I know at the first pinprick of inquisition. Malendor. Male. Appears human. And walking blindly into a foreign jungle is better than standing aimlessly on a shore." He then turned back to the jungle, pulling slightly on the choker. Why couldn't it be the Amulet of Adaptation? Or the belt of Adaptation? Why did it have to be th'damn choker of adaptation? "And I clearly saw half of the party fall into that trap. But unlike others, I don't waste time whining about it. If we are to find them, or their corpses, we'll have to hurry." He then continues into the jungle, his perception slowly rising with every moment. (( Ahem. Gene is kinda mean. Sorry. )) Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Tidus tackles! Rin is poisoned!" Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-24-03, 03:50 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif An amused smile curls up on Kheldar's lips. Once again he manages to completely miss the point. . . I wonder if he can't count. . . or if he's just not as sharp as he makes himself out to be. . . Kheldar shakes his head and watches after the party. "Well, I can't say I follow your logic about blindly walking into an unfamiliar area. . . I mean, if you don't know where you are, or where you're going, then you really are just aimlessly wondering around. . . And I'd say that's worse than standing still. . . No one's ever fallen into a pit trap by standing still. . . But I suppose it's really none of my concern." Kheldar turns away from the party and starts walking along the coast. "Thanks for getting me out of that cursed closet, and good luck with finding this "whatever" it is you're looking for. Keep the mace if you'd like - ya might need it!" Kheldar suddenly stops, produces a small bag from under his cloak and lightly tosses it to Kulideb. "I guess I wont be needing it. . . It's only trial rations I'm afraid, but it should do the trick if you're hungry. Take care!" Although his movements were casual as he turned and waved, Kheldar kept a careful watch of his surroundings. This place was completely new to him. . . and he needed some time to himself. Hmph, I hope that thick-headed nit wit doesn't get those people all killed. The information he gave me about that student was pretty much useless. . . He only answered one of my three questions. . . and naturally it was the least important one! He needs to work on "opening up" or he'll never be much of a leader. . . I wonder if he'll do a head count after I'm gone. . . Kheldar takes out a small calendar from under his cloak and makes a mental note about the full moon. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb11-24-03, 03:59 AM | Kulideb caught the bag of food. "Thank you." she said, she had been listerning to the exchange between Gene and Kheldar. She began to count how many of them there was. "Harry, Rodney, Bumble, me, Gene, that makes 5, Kheldar makes 6." she muttered to herself, She looked around for Khaira. "Oh please dont go!" she said to Kheldar when she spotted him walking off. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-24-03, 04:10 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar looks up from his calendar, and gives Kulideb a wink. He had a feeling it wouldn't be long at all before he would see them all again. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia11-24-03, 08:27 AM | As the boys exchange words, and Kulideb does a head count, something stirs in the jungle to the right of Gene. It's only a small stiring, but still enough to draw the attention of anyone who is looking in that direction. As Kheldar walks off he sees an endless expanse of beach, crystal clear sea water. The father away from the group he gets, the more he notices. Way up ahead of him seems to be the outlet of a river and on the other side of that, jungle. As Gene walks the jungle gets thicker, but the path seems well traveled. He can hear the call of exotic birds and other jungle animal, occasionally seeing the evidence that something large went through the jungle and crossed the path. |
| Wirenth11-24-03, 08:58 AM | Far, far away from that peacefull beach and ocean there is a fight for servival going on. Two figures run despertly through a wooded area. They run together, though they themselves have just meet, from a common evil. Above them, a loud roar is heard and the woods around them explodes in fire. If anyone could see what is above they would note a very large gold dragon. The biggest of her kind, queen of all she servays, chasing these two figures through the forest...... |
| Myranthor11-24-03, 07:02 PM | "Percev, stop losing our time! Lead us out of here! We need to escape before this ceiling becomes so weak it cruches all of us!" |
| Duilya11-24-03, 08:34 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif "Don't touch those Duilya! There hot!" "Wait! Dont touch those droplets, they ar-*" Hot? Duilya quickly withdraws her hands in just enough time for the drop to pass harmlessly through her fingers. Unfortunately, however, as the drop splashes to the ground it grazes the front of the child's right boot. !!! A pain filled squeak escapes the child's mouth as she dashes away from the harrowing droplets and plows straight into Elvina. The burning sensation on her right foot was excruciating! Tears begin to well up in the girl's eyes as she clings to Elvina, somehow thinking that the Elf could "magically" make the pain go away. More droplets fall from the ceiling followed by larger pieces of rock. Duilya's shadows watch in horror as the situation quickly becomes more grim. There was absolutely nothing they could do to prevent the tunnels from collapsing! Rocks and metal passed right through their ethereal form. All they could do was watch! What is she doing!? Why doesn't she just shadow jump out of here? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-24-03, 08:39 PM | . . . |
| ruthia11-24-03, 09:39 PM | :eek: :smirk: I have no clue what he's talking about. :angel: **************************************** *********** Tunnel The area gets hotter and hotter. The ceiling begins it's collapse. |
| Elvina11-24-03, 09:54 PM | Panicking as Duilya gets hurt and runs to her Elvina suddenly remebers something that Myranthor had given her a long time ago. It was a force ring that could possible transport her, and the injured child to safety. Taking a chance, she pulls it out of her pocket and mumble open in Elvin, just as Myran had told her to. Jumping on and pulling Duilya with her, she uses her will power to direct it towards Percev, whom seems to be in the safest spot. As she does this she tries to calm Duilya down. Using her hand to hopefully cool the wound down she says to Duilya. "Let's follow Percev and get out of this bad spot, then will fix your foot ok? Be a brave girl for a few minutes and we'll make it better soon." Elvina then looks to Percev. "I'm following you no matter what now, get us out of here!" |
| Savael11-25-03, 12:39 PM | "Percev, stop losing our time! Lead us out of here! We need to escape before this ceiling becomes so weak it cruches all of us!" Savael nodded silently at the robed elf, kneeling as he did so to the darkest part of the wall he had been standing by. Behind him a hole in the cave wall came into sight in the gloom, large enough for a grown man to crawl through on all fours. Throwing his backpack to the ground he turned to the group one last time, he mouthing "Its in here just follow me!" He then made his way off into the darkness of the small hole, pulling his pack with him as he did so... leaving the rest of the group behind to do as they pleased. |
| Elvina11-25-03, 02:05 PM | Elvina gets off the disk and takes Duilya off it also. Not waiting to see what happens or who follows, Elvina pushes Duilya into the tunnle behind Percev, then follows also. She calls out to Duilya "Just follow Percev Duilya, I'm right behind you!" |
| Khaira11-25-03, 02:19 PM | Khaira look around at her, at the beach and at the jungle behind her. "What is this place?" *she says to herself* She looks after Gene, sighing as she begins to follow him, her blades slipping out once again. "What events led up to this?" she mutters "Gene...do you know where you are going?" |
| kulideb11-25-03, 02:31 PM | Kulideb looks up as she spots Khaira. "seven, see we didnt lose any one else..." She looks around for Kheldar, and see's him wandering off. As she has known Gene for longer and he was their leader she set off to catch him up. Walking after him down what looks like a well used path. |
| Myranthor11-25-03, 10:03 PM | Happily enough, the trader heard my imprecations, and observed them swiftly enough. I ran to the hole, attached my pack at my feet so it wouldn't get in my arms' way in the tunnel and started to progress behind Elvina, keeping my hands and mouth free to move in the case the use of a spell would be necessary. |
| Gene_Kynes11-25-03, 11:19 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif (( I thought Khaira was already through the portal...Gene though Kheldar couldn't count...erm... Gene sneaks in, and gets into costume. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "I'm the biggest idiot ev-er...wait...wait...did...we...misunderst and, or somethin'?" Gene coughs, slowly being strangled by the man's clothing size on a man of taller frame. Dies. Gollum comes by, bites off his finger, and does a backflip into Mount Doom. -KHELDAR[F3110W$|-|1P_0|=_T3|-|_121|\|9] WINZ- Artwork copyright © 2003 Gordon "Ghost with the most" Quigley )) Gene shrugged, looking over to Khaira. "Better than...just standing there, waiting for something to happen. You alright? And where's Kulideb and the three gnomes?" He then freezes...and walks back to where they first arrived, a calm admist the storm inside. True, he thought the little man was incapable of properly counting...but he did plant some seeds of concern. He was used to doing things himself...not...an entire group. Screw you, Agudo. "Lead the group! Step into the light!" Gods. Doesn't he know light hurts worse than fire if I stay out too long?! As his regret, guilt, and frustration found a perfect scapegoat, Gene's emotion turned to determination and anger. Slowly, the cold Shadowdancer was thawing...all over again. "C'mon, Khair'!" He then breaks into a light run, checking on the remaining four. Gene Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "I am the law!" Quigley |
| Khaira11-26-03, 12:48 AM | She breaks into a run as well, following Gene, seemingly in deep thought. She shakes her head lightly as she chases after Gene. "Don't start with me now....here they come....is this it...what am I feeling...no, music is my love..." "Don't worry about me Gene - I'm right behind ya!" * * * * All of a sudden Khaira trips over a tree branch and impales herself on both of her blades! :eek: heh. j/k. Wouldn't that be a riot? Oh, come on, work with me, I'm operating on limited sleep. ;) |
| Drindin11-26-03, 01:04 AM | The gnomes walk out, dragging a sobbing, whining "I dun wanna go!" Bumble behind them. "COME ON Bumble! You's outta tha' water, so's why dun you shuddup!" Rodney hollers. "Buh Rodney, I's all wet an' icky from ochin wadder!" "Ugh! Will you two give it a rest? Hurry up or we'll lose the rest!" Harry urges, taking a close behind to Kharia, Bumble now slung over his shoulders, still whining and crying. |
| Duilya11-26-03, 02:03 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif "Just follow Percev Duilya, I'm right behind you!" Elvina> Okay. . . Duilya scurries behind Percev as fast as she can, trying her best not to put too much pressure on her right foot. Favouring the one foot reminds the child about Elvina's ankle, and how she failed to deliver her healing potion in time. A terrible wave of guilt washes over Duilya as she imagines how difficult it must be for Elvina to crawl through the tiny crammed hole. Duilya frowns. . . Darn it! I can't believe I didn't. . .Oh. . .Shoot! Nothing's gone right today! Duilya continues down the hole, hoping the exit's near. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Jerado11-26-03, 02:29 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado sat in the main hall by himself now. Everything with his speech had gone well. . . Even that dark haired boy had done a good job in introducing him. It would be too bad about the boy's fate in the morning. A figure cloaked in black entered the main hall. One of Jerado's messengers. "Yes? What is it boy?" The cloaked figure put his feet together and offered Jerado a solemn bow. "Our men in the field have discovered invaders on the beach m'lord. They're from Agudo's school. . . Perhaps they've discovered our agent and are following the steps back here to us?" Jerado snorted. "That's ridiculous. . . they couldn't have! Hmmm. . . Either way, it doesn't change the course of action we must take. . . We can't let them get too far inland. . . There are too many important operations at work here, and I don't want to have to compromise any of them!" The messenger just simply nodded his head. Jerado frowned as he picked himself up and walked into the center of the hall. He was too busy to deal with this threat himself. . . He would have to call for help. Jerado raised his hands and started chanting in a demonic language. the torches in the room flickered out, then ignited into an intense blue color. Jerado continued chanting as though nothing different had happened. Eventually the chanting stopped, and the torches blinked out again. One by one the torches re-lit themselves and the people in room became visible. In front of Jerado stood a tall woman with jet black hair, and garbed completely in black except for the icy blue sash she wore around her waist. Her face was more handsome than beautiful, but haunting to look at because of the grin she wore. The grin didn't seem to bother Jerado. "Ahh Ms. Frost. . . You haven't changed at all I see. Still corrupting young children's souls and ruthlessly slaughtering adventurers?" Ms. Frost threw her head back and chuckled. A vile and hideous sound, even coming from her beautiful voice. "It's what I do. . . My spiritual strength is strong and ending another person's life comes easy to me. My training through the game has given me powers that far exceed that of any god!" Ms. Frost glares at Jerado's messenger. "The cloaked figure over there did not find the poison trap, and I declare him dead!" Jerado's messenger just blinks in horror as three darts spontaneously sink into his neck! After a strangled gurgle he slumps dead to the ground. Jerado chuckles softly. "Oh you'll be perfect. . . Please come with me my dear, I have quite the job for you. . ." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Savael11-27-03, 08:07 AM | Savael made his way down the cramped passageway as fast as his hands and knees would carry him, pushing his backpack infront of him as he moved on. He didnt know exactly how far the thing went but he knew it wasnt too far... at least he didnt hope so. His progress came to a halt a few more feet up ahead as the tunnel widened out excesivly and he went into a crouch... then a stumbeling gait, and then, finally, he stood up. The room wasnt very large, more of a tunnel than a room actually, but the roof was high enough for him to stand up Heh, proud and tall. He turned to give the next person in line to exit the tunnel a helping hand. With the room collapsing behind them he was worried if everyone had made it into the tunnel unscathed. |
| Savael11-27-03, 08:07 AM | ... |
| Duilya11-27-03, 11:32 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya's the next one out of the tunnel, accepting Percev's help in lowering her to the ground and letting out a silent cry as both her feet touch the cavern floor. Finally out of the tunnel, the shadow dancer quickly hobbles out of the way to make room for the next person escaping: Elvina. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina11-27-03, 11:40 AM | Quickly going through the tunnel, Elvina gets to the end and gets out of the way of whomever is behind her, trying not to hobble to much. She makes her way to Duilya. "Are you ok Dear? Lets take a second to look at that burn ok?" If Duilya lets her, Elvina looks at the burn and then pulls another device out of her pocket. As she sprays the stuff inside the can onto Duilya's burn she explains. "One of the Gnomes at the school I work in made this. It works really good at taking the sting out of burns so they don't bother you and heal faster." o O(One of the few things those gnomes made that Doesn't blow up.) |
| Duilya11-27-03, 02:01 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif A smirk suddenly springs to Duilya's face, and her shoulders begin to bob up and down as if she were giggling. The mirth doesn’t last long though, as Duilya returns her gaze to Elvina. The elf was still favouring her one foot. Elvina> Thank you. It. . .it feels much better. . . Duilya wiggles her toes and leans over to see the burn mark for herself. What she saw surprised her! The burn that had been causing her so much torment was tiny! It was barely the size of a copper piece! How could something so small hurt so much!? Duilya blushes and puts her boot back on. Elvina> . . .Ummm. . .yes. . .Thank you very much! A nervous smile dawns on the girls face, but fades away when she looks at Elvina's foot again. Elvina> Here. . .I wanted to give this to you. . .I'm sorry about Myranthor confronting you earlier. . .That was my fault. . . Duilya pulls her healing potion form out of her cape and offers it to Elvina. Elvina> . . .I. . .I didn't know if you still liked him or not. . .and I thought that maybe you would have appreciated receiving the potion from him. . .so. . .well. . .I sorta kinda asked him to hand it to you. . .and. . . A guilty look affixes itself to the child's face. Elvina> . . .I'm really sorry about what happened! I didn't mean to hurt you. Honestly I didn't! I promise not to do anything like that again. . .okay? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina11-27-03, 02:08 PM | Elvina drinks down the potion with a slight grimace, then says to Duilya as she hands back the bottle "Why can't they make those things taste better? ((Said with a grin)) And don't worry about Duilya, Myran and I have been fighting for a long time now. Sometimes I think if we didn't fight the world would come to an end. He just doesn't see me the way I see him.....((She trails off here a second before blinking and continuing)) Well you had better hold on to this bottle, It looks pretty shiny doesn't it?" Elvina wiggles her foot around as the potion takes affect. "Thank you very much Duilya, it feels much better now. Shall we see who else made it out of that mess?" With that Elvina turns to the little tunnel to see who else comes out. |
| Duilya11-27-03, 02:22 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya blinks as the potion's handed back to her. That didn't go half as bad she was affraid it would. It actually. . .went. . .rather nicely! Smiling, the child puts away the bottle and gives Elvina a hug! Elvina> Thanks Miss! Your nice! Duilya then lets go of Elvina and looks towards the small tunnel as well. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Savael11-28-03, 09:21 AM | Stepping back as Duilya, and then Elvina made their way out of the tunnel Savael kneeled down and put his backpack on the floor. Opening it, he proceeded to rummage through its contents untill he retrived from its depths a small leather pouch, dark green in colour. The first ones free mate, but the other's gonna cost ye... The bastard had left out that last bit of course... the other helping hadnt been free at all, neither had the third. Despicable little human... He tilted a small portion of the pouches contents into the palm of his hand, putting everything except one pill back inside, wich he then placed back into the murky depths of his backpack. He swallowed the pill as Elvina swallowed the contents of the vial given to her by Duilya, and sat down with his back against the nearest wall as the pill began to take effect... The taste was bitter, it always was. He'd thought about taking something along with the pill that would ease the taste somehow, like a sweet wine or something... But that'd have to wait for now. The taste might be bitter, but the effect was luckily the same as before. And so he settled down to watch, keeping an eye on the entrance of the hole to see if more people would come through anytime soon.... He sighed contentedly, it had been a while since last time. |
| Myranthor11-28-03, 07:07 PM | The tunnel stood, motionless, a heelish hole of black nothingness, suspended in a wall of hardened granite. It remained awfully silent for minutes, eternities for those who already left it, during which empires probably were born, waged bloody wars and crumbled to dust. The tension grew around the escapees. What happened with the others? Couldn't they enter the tunnel? A rolling rock was heard, followed by sounds of gasping, of efforts. A golden hand appered in the bottle's light radius, followed by a sleeve, and the rest of a full grown elvish body. I was puling my overpacked bag behind me, and then stood up after elaving the tunnel, happy to be on my two feet once again. A worried look grew upon my figure. "Did any of you see Sanctus or Dager?" |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-29-03, 03:26 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar walked along the edge of the jungle with a dull expression on his face. . . He couldn't remeber the last time he was so bored. . . Looking at nothing but trees and sand wasn't exactly exhilerating. Despite the lack of care on his face, however, his eyes darted everywhere. Everything from the ocean to the tree tops was continuesly checked. With a slight frown, Kheldar looks up in the sky. He needed it to be dark outside. Dark enough to see the stars at least. Although he really wasn't much of a navigator, he knew enough to roughly establish where he was. . . After he figured that out, he could determine the best way to go. . . But there's nothing I can do about that until night comes! Ugh, I wonder how the others are managing. . . Hmm, and I wonder if Gene ever puzzeled out what I meant by a party of 6. It's obvious that there was 7 of us there when I announced it. . . I guess next time I shouldn't use such a round about way of saying "I'm leaving." I think that other shadow dancer, Kulideb, would have figure it out before Gene did. . . at least she was on the right track. . . Ha, she was counting! Kheldar pulls out a small metal cube and tosses it into the sand on the beach. Then he pulls up his cloak to cover his face and the rest of his body. "Fortress, expand!" Kheldar hears a loud BANG, and feels sand spray against his cloak, when he uncovers his face he sees before him a giant, 30 foot, adamantine tower with arrow slits on all sides and a crenellated battlement atop it. As was always the case when he activated the tower, the door was facing towards him. "Open up!" The door to the tower opened at his command. Well, I'll need some place to stay in while I sleep, and this place ought to do the trick! Kheldar walks into the tower and closes the door behind him. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb11-30-03, 06:24 AM | Kulideb sat down, while she waited for every one to group together. "Well, we are six now" she said, looking around. |
| ruthia11-30-03, 10:15 AM | Gene's Group: They have a peaceful walk, the weather is mild and stays so into the night hours. Birds Chirp, occasional squirels cross their path. Nothing seems out of place, except for the occasional feel of their being watched.... Kheldar's Fortress: The day passes peacefully for Kheldar, and night time soon comes. When Kheldar wakes up he hears a strange humming noise. When he steps outside he finds the top of his fortress is covered in little Dragons! They seems to be singing in this star filled night, and not in the least bit interested in Kheldar. It seems they could careless that he is sharing their space. Myranthor's Group: ((I'll post this one in a little while, waiting for some information)) |
| Drindin11-30-03, 10:41 AM | The gnomes huddle around Kulideb, as usual... |
| Savael11-30-03, 12:52 PM | Savael kept about half an eye on the darkened passage. The robed elf, Myranthor, seemed to have made his way out in one piece but for now it looked as though luck had favoured this one. So, he stuck with only the elfs for company... While he didnt exactly relish the turn of events he... he didnt know what to do right now. If none of the others had escaped the collapsing ceiling he would had to lead the others through the tunnels he knew of, ultimately leading them towards the exit of the cave system and up into the light of day once more. It was a sad thing, he thought, for these people - however futile their task might have seemed - to come this far in their search only to find final failure at his hands. For fail they would. The person they'd come to save forever lost to the crazed whims of his employer who's sanity had slipped far beyond his minds reach so long ago... But then again, he mused, what did matter did he place inn it? The world continued its course, the seasons changed, time passed and people lived their simple lives as they saw fit regardles of what happened down here in the darkness... But still. It was as if he watched himself from a distance, an effect of Ziran he was familiar with but still harboured resentment for, rise from his slumped position near the wall and make his way over to the others. Elvina cearfully testing her ankle, satisified with its apperant ability to function as it did before her fatal fall, had turned her attention to the hole once more. Myranthor the robed elf as well as the mysterious child, Duilya, had both followed her example, curiousley scanning the tunnel entrance for any possible escapees... A pity it was, though it concerned him not, for such brave people to receive such an end. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-30-03, 10:04 PM | ((Inside the tower)) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif The area Kheldar kept aside for the tower study was absolutely covered with star charts, land maps, and navigation tools. Nothing looked like it belonged where it did, everything was a mess! Kheldar looks out one of the narrow arrow slits, into the star filled night, and sighs. None of his star charts matched the conciliations in the sky. He felt hopelessly lost. It was as though he was trapped in some alien world far away from his own. And to make matters worse, there was some strange series of noises coming from the top of his tower. The sound was starting to drive Kheldar crazy! Muttering to himself, Kheldar quickly collects all the charts spread across the study and stuffs them into his navigator's kit. Then walks down to the main floor of his tower, opens the door, and takes a look outside. That's what's making the noise?! Kheldar blinks at the swarm of little dragons that had decided to take over his tower. He could feel himself getting quickly annoyed. First he failed to discover what part of the world he was in - now a sea of pesky little dragons had decided to make a nest of his tower! He ought to collapse the fortress back into a small box, and watch them all fall flat on their bottoms! Kheldar presses his palm against the tower and begins to speak the command word - then stops, and looks up at the playful dragons again. . . As much as he hated the dragon race, taking out his aggression on a group of small ones seemed terribly wrong. . . All the same, he needed to be moving along. "Dimension Door!" Kheldar materializes on top of one of the crenellated edges of the tower, and looks around the place. There certainly was a lot of them! He wondered if they spoke Common or Draconic. . . They were only little, maybe sticking to the simple stuff would be best! Draconic it was! "Hiya!" Kheldar's spoke in the language of Dragon's with relative ease. "Ahem-* My name's Kheldar, and I own this tower. Is there something I can do for ya?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb12-01-03, 04:27 AM | Once every one was sorted they set off back down the path. As it was so mild kulideb pulled her sleeve up but noticed the rash, she gave her arm a rub and pulled her sleeve back down. The sun started to set, the birds sang and squirels darted across the path, but there was still a feeling of some one watching them. Kulideb kept looking around but so far had seen nothing. She almost tripped over Bumble, while trying not to trip on Harry. May be I ought to pay more attention to what is in front of me! she thought to her self. |
| ruthia12-01-03, 10:18 AM | Tower: When Kheldar appears on the top of the tower, around half the little ones dissapear from where they were sitting ((And when I say dissappear, I mean it, they DIDN'T fly off. They Dissappeared!)) The braver ones of the group peer at him with their little heads tilted to one side as he speaks. Kheldar gets a warm fuzzy kinda feeling from the little ones, like they were very happy to see him. They don't speak but Kheldar may get a telepathic picture ((If allowed)) The picture is of the little one's singing to the stars, apparently Kheldars Tower just happened to be the best spot to do that from! ((Ok the night sky: Most of the stars just look like that, far away little points. But three things are OBVIOUSLY different about this sky. 1: There is a red star in the sky to the east. 2: To the southwest there is on FIXED star that doesn't move at all. It's only visable at Dusk and Dawn and always in the same place. 3: There are THREE moons.)) |
| Myranthor12-03-03, 05:27 PM | My eyes closed before my pupils since a few seconds, opened to reveal a straight gaze, a gaze trying not to betray an hurted soul, a heart crushed with two men under tons of rock. "Shouldn't we go back, only to see what happened with both of them? We shouldn't leave them alone, in these tunnels." |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-05-03, 01:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar swallows his hatred for the dragon race and puts on his best, most cheerful smile. "Oh. . ." He said, "You little guys just wanted a good view of the stars." Kheldar looks up at the night sky and sighs through his half - false smile. "Hmm. . . I chose to keep close to the shore and activate this tower to get a good view of the stars. . . A lot of good it's done me though. . . About the only thing I've established so far is that I have no idea where I am. . ." Kheldar curiously shifts his gaze from the stars to the tiny dragons around him. He wondered if they understood a word he was saying. . . It's not the only thing he wondered about though. "Hey, what happened to your friends that disappeared? Did they actually leave or are they just hiding?" Kheldar reaches into his cloak and produces his gleaming, green lensed glasses. If the dragons that had disappeared lurked somewhere nearby, he ought to be able to find them. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Duilya12-05-03, 04:05 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya gives the collapsed tunnel one last hopeless look before turning around to face Myranthor. The child's face told a clear tale of what she thought had become of the two missing adventurers, but that didn't stop her from nodding her head in agreement to what the mage had proposed. It wouldn't be right for them to continue forward without at least making an effort to see if Sanctus and Dagger had survived. . .No mater how hopeless the situation may have seemed. . . Looking back towards the small opening, Duilya snaps her fingers and waits for the arrival of her three shadows. When they appear, the girl stares at them for a few seconds and then glances towards the collapsed tunnel. The Shadows then look towards the tunnel and nod their heads. Duilya faces the rest of the party. All> If you want, I can send my shadow buddies in to look for their bodies. Maybe they'll find something. . .but. . . Duilya pauses, something seemed to worry her. All> Well. . .I guess it shouldn't matter. . .Would you like me to send them in? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Agudo Archmage12-05-03, 05:51 PM | (((CO – DM ..MOMENT))) Kheldar hears noises in the distant a rustling sound, its “not” coming closer but its near by. (( OOC What is it?… :smirk: lets see how brave he is and find out. )) |
| Myranthor12-05-03, 06:39 PM | I looked at innocent child, still young as an adult human, yet powerful enough to cotrol three undeads, to have established her mental domination over three denizens of horrid planes, in which flashes of light are never seen, in which ineffable doom is erased by a tireless despair. Upon her hesitation, I frownede, curious of what she thought. After all, even if she could reach our own secret minds without effort, this communication didn't go in both directions. "Duilya, what are you speaking about? What shouldn't matter?" |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-06-03, 02:54 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Ring hide m-*" Kheldar looks at his bare ring finger on his right hand and curses to himself. He still hadn't found another ring of sequestering, he wished he knew what happened to the first one! Well, he still had other magical ways of rendering himself invisible. . . But wasting all of his high level spells so soon after recovering them made about as much sense as a soup sandwich. . . Guess I'll do it the manual way. . . Kheldar looked at the tiny dragons around him, raised his right index finger to his lips and mimicked a shhhhhh without making any noise. He then smiled his frightful smile he often made before embarking on an assassination mission, a playfully haunting grin below two green globes that were his glasses. With a silent swish of his cloak he vanished from sight. * * * Kheldar carefully treaded over to the rustling sound. Sneaking around was one of his most favorite activities. There was a lot a person could accomplish simply by snooping around. In his travels Kheldar had stolen many a King's hoard, and even accidentally killed a great blue dragon by sneaking around. . . Of course, sneaking around also held it's consequences. . . Kheldar was all too familiar about that. . . Maybe he should have asked a little dragon to investigate first. . . No! That would have been too cowardly. . . Riiiight. . . and sneaking around in the dark was being "brave". . . Kheldar crept near the area of the rustling. Nearer, and nearer - then stopped. In the blink on an eye his short sword was out. First he would scan the perimeter around the sound. . . if that checked out, then he could proceed to the actual source. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Demonwise12-06-03, 04:31 AM | Sanctus is buried beneath the pile of rocks, for he was not as lucky as with the feathers. He gasps once, and then, his smashed lungs give up and his heart stops pumping. |
| Duilya12-06-03, 06:02 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif All> Ummm. . . Duilya glances towards the tunnel again, a small frown adorned her face. All> . . .You see, just because my shadows can travel through this collapsed tunnel, doesn't mean they can actually see through it. . . The elvin girl covers her eyes and walks towards Elvina, bumping into her side. All> . . .So, the only way they'd be able to find their bodies is if they pass through them. . .And you know what happens when a shadow passes through a living creature. . .Right? The elf uncovers her eyes and looks up at Myranthor. She had a feeling the mage knew exactly what would happen. Duilya's frown expanded. All> . . .Anyway. . .Chances are. . .They're probably not alive anyway. . .So that's why it shouldn't matter if I send my friends in to look for them. . .Do you still want me to send them in? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Agudo Archmage12-06-03, 09:34 AM | The brush seems to snap and shake, as Kheldar circles the area. Yet he can here something like a growling sound. Whatever it is it’s now surrounded Kheldar on all sides, the bushes are moving in every direction they’re coming closer. |
| Myranthor12-06-03, 10:26 AM | My eyebrows arched, My hand ran to my bony chin, as I observed the little elf in front of me. A careless, sweet creature...controlling creatures of the undeath. Already, I had the terrific teacher, Drindin, banished from our School for such an ignoble infamy. However, we would need these shadows, if only to get a look at our buried friends. Didn't I had something ready in case we would need precise information? I rampaged through my backpack, looking for a mighty scroll, a formulae I might have forgotten. I was about to surrender my will to the little girl, when my eyes noticed silvery glow, the extremity of the cylinder holding a spell I yet never casted. It would probably be perillous, in fact, for this spell was no ordinary one: It was an informative gate, a way for a trained spellcaster to reach, through the planes, informal agents, be them mere outsiders or influent divinities. I took it from its lair, and opened it. "It will not be necessary, Duilya. I have what is needed to learn such things...if the gods are with us." I unrolled the yellowish papers, looking at the fine letters scribed with attention on its surface. Slowly, with a detached intonation, I read its content, fearing the consequences of such a bold act. |
| Drindin12-06-03, 11:02 AM | The gnomes look around.... lost, and confused, as to where they might be right now... their three heads looking around the foreign place with gnomish curiosity. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-06-03, 11:01 PM | As if this was no closed space, but a dark forest under the open sky, a lightning strikes before Myranthor's face, while he pronounces the last lines of the spell, seemingly starting form much higher than the cave's cieling is. This lightning is unusual in more than just its persistance: is is silent, bearing no thunder; it is streight and does not branch; it is purple. As the last words come out of the elven wizard's, the lightning's constant striking seems to raise a vortex of purplish dust from the cavern's floor. All but Myranthor himself could hear, though "hearing" seems to be the wrong word, some whispers, or atleast will later remember they "heard" them. -<...is not ...time to be taimed yet...> -<I aprove.> The lightning strikes no more, and within the vortex two golden eyes appear. Slowly the vortex calms, untill finally it settles down completely, leaving an elflike figure. He is thin, and appears fragile, his muscles minimal. Long, rich hair, of a strong purple color, that seems to grow even on his forehead, falls in greate length, reaching his knees. Even the eyebrows above his golden eyes are purple, and on the very tops of his prolonged elven ears grow small patches of purple hair as well. His face has very delicate features, appearing feline to some extent; Mainly the shape of his eyes, forehead and jaw. He wears a coif, and thin, flowing robes, black, blue, and purple in color. A climbing plant pattern in the shape of a large and elegant questionmark is sewn on the chest of his robes. A weighted chain, clored in the same black, purple and blue colors, hangs diagonally from his left shoulder to his right thigh and back around his torso. The humanoid closes his eyes tightly and opens them again, observing everyone present. In that moment, some neich seems to form within Myranthor's attention, and a strange, though not completely alien minds seems to lie there. It feels week, resembling the awareness of a dominated person's awareness withing the mind of his temporary master, rather than that of a potential posessor; It radiates confusion and carefull relief. None of the others, however, can feel any of this, ofcourse, though everyone see the summoned creature himself. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-06-03, 11:01 PM | . |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-07-03, 03:14 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar's mad grin suddenly becomes more haunting. Obviously the creatures where aware of him, they had probably discovered him through scent. . . Kheldar's pride refused to accept he had been detected any other way. Well if the creatures knew of him, then he couldn't properly execute a death attack on any of them. . . He simply wouldn't have enough time to prepare for it. . . That meant he'd have to rely on acrobatics more than sure kill strikes. . . maybe using a ranged weapon would be better in such a circumstance. Kheldar reaches towards the ring gate hidden in his cloak and feels something very strange. . . the inside of his cloak! Huh?! Kheldar's hand past right through his ring gate. Normally it past through a portal into his secretly hidden inventory. . . But this time it just hit silky cloak. . . Being in this other world must be disrupting the link between the two ring gates. . . Kheldar looks up at the incoming movement through the bushes. . . .Oh hell. . . Kheldar looks back at the original source of the rustling. . . If good gods existed, the original rustling sound would be some helpless Nymph changing her clothes - when suddenly these growling beasts surrounded her and attacked!! . . .somehow, Kheldar doubted good god's existed. . . "Boots, haste!" The soles of Kheldar's boots begin to glow a fierce, fiery orange. . . Just before the advancing beasts reach him, he jumps back, high into the air. . . aiming to land directly on the spot of the original rustling sound - short sword ready to spill blood. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Myranthor12-07-03, 11:56 AM | A smile appeared on my figure, triggered by the familiar impression that I, once more, attained my senseless objective, that my unquenched desire for unchallenged power was even more within my grasp. With time, I felt my power grow even more powerful, even more boundless. How much I pitied these poor souls, these misguided people who spent their time learning how to wield iron weapons, believing in the fallacious beauty of concrete progress. Never would they remain in the books' pages, nor in the eternal ballads of dozens of minstrels. I raised my head proudly, looking at the bizarre newcomer over which I felt I had an implicit power, probably an emissary sent by the gods, someone from beautiful Arvandor, coming to teach me in the matters I wondered about. "Greetings, visitor. I am intrigued. From what I precedently read, the intercession between mere mortals and divine messengers happens only within the caller's head, be them by prophetic dreams or in the silent comfort of meditation. Your manifestation is as unexpected as it is impressive. Well, I will tell you of my interrogations, messenger. We wondered what happened to our friends, Sanctus and Dager, those who stayed prisonner beyond the rocky wall. Are they deceased?" |
| Savael12-07-03, 11:56 AM | As Myranthor produced the yellowish scroll from his backpack, the brittle paper creaking with age, Savael cast a stolen glance across his shoulder. What arcane secrets was the elf capable of unleashing? How far did his knowledge go? His eyes scanned as much of the scroll as he could see over Myranthors shoulder. He failed to comprehend the language in which it was written however, and had just resigned himself to watch for the effects of the spell when suddenly, the purplish lightning bolt strikes from the ceiling. If you could call it lightning... If you could call it purple... The vortex of dust raised at the lightning’s point of impact settles finally, revealing a – there really was no other word for it – purple elf. The newcomers clothing bore no resemblance to any religion, organisation or group that Savael recognised, and then it was the ominous question-mark on the front of the strangers robes... He cast a glance of despair at the apparent summoner of the thing, Myranthor. What forces had he set in motion to call forth the beeing? If indeed it had been what he had intended to do. Savael remained tense, studying this... creatures... delicate, almost feline complexion as he waited for someone to do something... or say something at least... This silence was unbearable. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-07-03, 07:25 PM | The "purple elf" looks at Myranthor for a few moments, and then speaks. His voice is soft, whispery, and yet very melodical. "I thank for thy words; Gawd the Fool bows deeply before the Sage at Sunset! Neither Dager nor Sanctus may die or pass on - theyr lives are...theyr life is indifferent of time." He sighs, while the left side of his face slowly forms into a grimace of pure joy and relief, though from his right eye a tiny stream begins to slowly make its way across the cheek, and along the jaw-bone to the chin. The summoned creature speaks up again, his voice rises in an almost hypnotising recitative, while another voice - seemingly also coming from his throat, but sounding gloriously clear and operaic, its words pronounced by his lips as well - rises in singing; with the two voices, exchanging at each line, he forms a strange mixture of song and rhythmic reciting: "When do forests burn, Scorched by hunger bred in one's heart - Scarred are those who're born, Born of thunder made into art. * Once none are the trees to burn on Would fires theyr ravage disrupt - Or burn into soil alone, Untill even death turns corrupt? * Whence arst captives saved, Pulled from cells dark, deep as the mind - Be theyr freedom paved With mourning yells of those left confined... * Should there be no more strife to share, Would saviors theyr fires disrupt - Or burn into soil and air, Till freedom itself turns corrupt?" The last strophe was sang in creschendo, and as it abrupts at the end, the elven eyes close. Soon he opens them again, now clear of tears and anything else. He looks around, planting a short glance into the eyes of every person present. While he spoke, however, within Myranthor's mind something felt wrong: the wizard can feel that his agent is dancing around the truth in one way or another, yet none of what he said seems to have been false. |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-07-03, 10:52 PM | Kheldar makes a mad leap for the vicious, :behold: snarling, vulgar, monstrous, inhuman :88E: despicable, shocking, bothersome, grotesque:devil: , bloodthirsty, diabolical,:P , and ,and ,and , and before Kheldar squashes the beastie he sees? LUCKY! :drool: “Ahhhhh Noooo” The leprechaun screams in sudden terror, as the big mountain of a man Kheldar, step on him. SPALT and YUK! :mymy: Or did he? |
| kulideb12-08-03, 04:36 AM | Kulideb noticed that Harry, Rodney and Bumble still seemed a little unsetteled. She made her way over to them and gave them a hug, although she wasnt really sure if it was to make them feel better or her self. |
| Gene_Kynes12-08-03, 06:46 PM | [Sorry, no piccie now. Gotta catch up on me postin'!] Gene took off the collar as darkness fell, cursing it. "Everyone alright? Sorry...for my...silence...I was thinking much too deeply." He sighed, and looked towards the remaining path. "Want to take a rest, anyone?" |
| Khaira12-08-03, 07:03 PM | SHe looks at Gene at his suggestion to rest. Rest?In the middle of some god-forsaken jungle? Are you crazy? Well, wait, you don't have to answer that...but...do you really want to rest, right here?" |
| Myranthor12-08-03, 07:44 PM | I frowned, pretty intrigued at the hermetic way the divine emissary expressed himself, the seemingly enigmatic riddles employed, instead of giving me clear answers to my simple question. Furthermore, even Magic itself warned med, told me that this servitor wasn't obedient, that he probably was tricking me for no other reason than his elementary pleasure. "I will be clearer, emissary. You seem to believe "life" is a metaphysical concept, something that may escape the most bsic comprehension. I am partly agreeing with you, yet my question was planned not to defy these bonds. I will thus reformulate it : Are their hearts still pumping their blood?" I crossed my weak arms on my chest, gazing in the newcomer's eyes with captive fury. If I could've cat evocative spells without my hands, the creature would probably be wondering how to reattach itself presently. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-08-03, 09:34 PM | The singer bows with sooth elegance, replying: "Dager's does, and Sanctus' never did." He sighs melancholically, adding: "And so my message is plainer still." He closes his eyes for a moment, and the feeling within Myranthor's mind now switches from suspicion of insencerety to suspicion of ignorance, though still, none of what the enissary said feels untrue. And the creature continues, turning to all who are present: "Allow me to speak words of my self: I am unknown as Chan Ting, a host of Gawd's will and inspiration, and am ready to be delighted to hear the names of you all!" He smiles to the group and makes another semi-bowing gesture of humbling. |
| Drindin12-09-03, 12:58 AM | The three stooges-er, I mean gnomes look at gene with great distaste in their eyes. "Somethin' just bugs me 'bout this place." Rodney starts. "Somthing just seems a bit outta place." Harry continues. "Somethin'... just ain' to sure wha'." Bumble finishes, as they all begin to huddle around Kuli again. |
| Elvina12-09-03, 08:48 AM | Elvina leans against the wall as it becomes more in more clear that no one else servived. She closes her eyes to hide her sadness at this when Myranthor reads his spell. The lightening startles her, and the purple elf startles her even more. She says nothing, just waits to see what Myranthor says. |
| kulideb12-10-03, 03:54 PM | "I know its perhapse not the best place to camp...but it would be nice to rest a while and may be have a bite to eat." She said to Khaira. |
| Lioth12-10-03, 05:33 PM | In that Underwater fortress, far away from most of our hero's..... "Reports from our field agents are in Master" "Excellent. They had best be good news, unless you care to join that fumbler." A gloved hand points to a now headless body kneeling at his feet. Lioth grimaces and continues.. "As you wish master. Agents report that two of this troublesome group has now perished in the fire at the lighthouse. And some are currently being tracked by another agent in the tunnels. The rest have entered the portal to Pern. Our air agent has found two more wandering the forest of Pern, apparently the painting trap managed to grab one of them and another joined him shortly afterwards, but she has them under control." "Good, you may keep your head for now. Keep track of things though, or I may be forced to part you with it soon." Lioth bows low and walks out of the throne room...... |
| Duilya12-11-03, 01:04 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif . . .They were killed while fleeing for their lives. . .Just like. . . Duilya forces her eyes shut and quickly turns the other way. She didn't want to look at the collapsed tunnel anymore knowing that it had claimed the lives of two good men. Being a survivor was never an easy thing for Duilya. Whatever gratification was felt for still being alive was always drowned out by an overwhelming feeling of guilt. How was it fair that she should be allowed to continue living when others just as deserving as her were not? It wasn't fair! Nothing was fair! How could the Gods allow it!?!? Duilya begins to step away from the tunnel and wraps her arms around herself. She felt cold. The feeling of moving on without Sanctus and Dagger reminded her too much of how her father carried her away in his arms while they both left mommy to die at the spears of the men chasing them. Watching the evil men kill mommy was the most horrific thing the child had ever witnessed. It had been this tragedy which robbed the girl of her ability to speak. But the trauma of watching the spears plunge into her mother's body had not only taken the girl's voice; it had also torn away a morsel of her-* SINGING!!! Duilya's eyes light up as she turns around and sees a wonderfully weird looking elf singing a bizarre song to Myranthor. The lyrics sounded nothing like anything the girl had ever heard before, but that made the performance no less marvellous! Duilya claps her hands as Chan Ting delivers the last verse. He was amazing! All> Wow Sir! That was neat! Can you sing another song!? Maybe something a little less weird? Wait! I know! How about the Name Song! Yeah! You wanted to know our names, right? So what better song to sing! Here, we'll start with your name! Duilya spins in a circle, pretends to clear her throat, and then activates her circlet. All> Chan-Ting Chan-Ting bo Bhan-Ting, Bo nana fana fo Fhan-ting, Me my mo Mhan-Ting, Hey Chan-Ting!!! Twirling around again, Duilya points to herself and continues singing the song. All> Duilya Duilya bo Builya, Bo nana fana fo Fuilya, Me my mo Muilya, Hey Duilya!!! The child finishes the verse with a flourish and then looks towards Myranthor, wondering if he'd like to have his name sung next. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-11-03, 09:54 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Huh?!? What Kheldar finds behind the first rustling bush was nothing like what he expected! In fact, by the time he finally noticed the wee, little man it was too late to change the trajectory of his jump! In a desperate attempt to not annihilate the little fellow Kheldar shifts his balance and hits the ground in a painfully awkward roll away from the tiny man. . . When the rolling stops, Kheldar tenderly picks himself up and looks towards the tiny man - his attempt to save the little guy hadn't been entirely successful. SPLAT and YUK! :mymy: Lucky's face had somehow been kicked into the ground and the poor man's legs were furiously kicking into the air! Kheldar hurriedly limps towards the wild pair of little legs and plucks the Leprechaun out of the earth like a turnip! "A-a Leprechaun?!? Dammit! That wasn't the kind of Fey I was looking for!" Kheldar glares at the starry, night sky. "Damn you gods! There really are no good ones out there!!" The aggressively rustling bushes were still quickly approaching! Kheldar had to do something fast, but his legs felt like collapsing under him more than leaping around the jungle now. "Investigating this noise was a bloody mistake, I wish I was back at my Instant Fortress. . ." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-12-03, 02:58 PM | Lucky wasn’t living up to his name this day after that swift kick in the head. But the mud that the leaping giant kicked Lucky into, help soften the blow. “By all that is,” Lucky spits out some mud. “ Yuk! “ “Just who do thy self, think ye are?” He says as he hangs from Khledar’s hand. “Wait I knows theie and thy ugly face, tis Khledar from the tavern. How is yer hand? Didn’t D’win cut it off, for being a thief?” ;) |
| Agudo Archmage12-13-03, 12:31 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/f_garon_lg.jpg As the two old friends Lucky and Kheldar talk the bushes behind them crack and as soon as they turn around they see a greenish woman. “I see my snack has been found” She says as she looks at Lucky. “But your much more bigger and may I say handsome than the scrawny mouse” The fiendish green woman eyes Kheldar as she speaks the last part |
| Myranthor12-13-03, 08:46 AM | Upon the end of Chan Ting's song, the which was no more bizarre than his name, I suddenly felt tired, unwishful to pursue the conversation. Happily, though, the pinkish sun's spark, Duilya, started discussing with him, and singing what she called the Song of Names. She started to sing Chan Ting,s name, playing with the letters in a strange way, creating all types of...thoughts, as her words her inaudibles. Afterward, she continued with her own name, seemingly enjoying the experience. However, she finally turned to me, with a threatening look. "What?! No! I won't sing my name like you did, young girl. My voice is awful like an old banshee's, and I believe it simpelr just to name myself in the old traditionnal way. Nevertheless, if yous till wish to sing for me, then consider you free to do so." |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-13-03, 12:57 PM | Chan blinks and smiles, shining at the little girl. The juvenile wordmess was just as "wierd" for him as the tragic content of hsi song was for her, but he was glad to - in one way or another - make her grief go away and her feeling improve. He sits down on the ground, leaning against the tunnel's wall, and sings again: "In my heart a spark does hide, Off this stone i carve the light: * Under blows of sorrow's picks My heart breakes to thousand shards Freed, the spark my throat then pricks From within, my lips it parts * Feeding on my living breath It grows wings, becoming Art Then it flies, expelling death, Through your ears into your heart..." Myranthor is the only one who can sence the bard's nature to some extent: he is able to feel that a halftruth is contained even within his name, and that the strife his previous song was expressing is related to the state in which he had been for quite some time, untill the summoning ocured: He was confined in some subterranian prison, deep below the reaches of most Underdark compounds, in a form of magical imprisonment... but he was not alone. The thought for his comrades' fate obviously torments him. This realization is smoothly interrupted by the hosted performer's upcoming genious statement: "And believe, the voice of a banshee is purer and more beutyfull than most mortals can withstand... it is the true power of emotion." |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-13-03, 11:49 PM | Lucky wasn’t having much fun hanging around with Kheldar. But then he remembered why he was running in the first place, when he saw the green Dryad thing. “By me Lucky foot! Its the banshee! Listen me green and very ugly” (Cough) “Whats I meant to say was that I not be knowing that was yer tree. I just be digging for worms that all. The roots will grow back. Besides me tall friend here Kheldar can kick ye Dryad Butt!” :P |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-14-03, 02:37 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar blinks at the little man he was hanging on to, then looks at the green skined woman, then back to Lucky. ". . . Umm. . . Do I know you? . . And . . . ah. . . who's D'win?" Kheldar was beginning to detest this strange feeling of having unfamiliar faces remember him like he had been an old friend. Still, I bet this isn't the last time I feel it. . . Dammit, I wonder what happened to me? The small rogue calmly looks back at the green skined woman. He really didn't want to fight her, he had a certain thing against fighting women - a silly trait he had picked up from his fool of a father - his legs also hadn't really improved in the last 10 seconds. Nevertheless, however, and internal clock inside the rogue's head began counting down from 18. His eyes slowly searched all over the woman's delicate body: Her temples, her exposed neck, veins and arteries. . . To anyone else it might look as though Kheldar was admiring her bare patches of skin. . . not looking for ways to kill her. "Look lady, thanks for the comment - but I really haven't had a wonderful day today and I'm certainly not in the mood to be eaten. . . So. . . What I'm going to do is give you three choices. One, I let you run away and live happily ever after. Two, I knock you out, then revive you in a cauldron and let this mouse eat you alive. Or Three. . ." Kheldar raises his short sword and gestures the point of it towards the woman's neck. ". . . I just stick this in your throat and be done with you. . . Your choice." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Savael12-14-03, 06:46 AM | Savael watched the unfolding events with something akin to a bemused expression on his face. Allright, so Myranthor had attempted to cast some sort of calling spell in order to ascertain the fates of Sanctus and Dager... and then this purple elf had appeared and things had just become weird... and possible purple. The thing had presented itself as “Chan Ting” Savael still wasn’t sure if he’d got that right, what kind of name was that? Further more he’d also mouthed something about being a “host of Gawd’s will and inspiration” whatever that meant. And then the figure had asked for the respective names of all the assembled. He supposed that included his as well. Duilya had presented her name as the first among the group, and had sounded so confusing in the progress that he had to fight hard not to laugh. The song had been a welcome break from the gloom around them... And then, further more, at the end of her song she had turned her beady little eyes on Myranthor, who in turn had put up a very impressive case in order to excuse himself from singing his name in the same fashion. OK, so the two they call Sanctus and Dager never made it out alive. That’s two down, leaving the wizard, the woman and the child and ...Purple... to be dealt with later on. He cleared his throat before he spoke, not wishing to interrupt what sounded like more inane babble but doing it all the same. “Erm, with all due respect I think we should get moving... There can only be so many ways out of these caves and I for one would like to see the light of day again as soon as possible” |
| Harold Crestdragon12-14-03, 08:15 AM | mispost. Don't mind me. I'll go hide in a corner. |
| Myranthor12-14-03, 08:16 AM | The amused expression that appeared on my face as the little child started singing silently disappeared, leaving the fugacious impression that it never was, that the impassible expression I always harbored always remained. My jaw squared, my almond shaped eyes lost their lighted sparks because of Savael's last wors, because I knew we still had a terrible task that awaited us. I couldn't feel more uncomfortable than I did. Since the beginning, the whole mission went awry. Our badly chosen leader had been prey to tormenting illusions, my mind had been the siege of terrifying dreams, we lost one of our friends in a painting, two others in a cave-in, while we met with two absolute strangers. With me, none of those who departed from school initially were present. All joined during the trip, and I didn't know how muh I could trust each one of them. Elvina was worth my trust. Her interests shared those of the School, and she would probably not never let Star Bright's husband die, alone. However, her indignant pride and her usual behavior were a risk I didn't like to carry with us, a latent weakness ready to strike. Duilya seemed kind-hearted, someone pure, without an hint of evilness tainting her heart. Nevertheless, she was a complete stranger to me, a little girl found in the park of a lighthouse. Furthermore, I doubted her capabilities, for she seemed to young to control magic or to wield a sword. Also, the three lurking shadows, the evil witnesses constantly turning around her didn't inspire trust to me. I knew these creatures were undead. Why did they remain around her? Percev...I knew naught about him. He was there, strangely, prisonner under the floor of an abandonned lighthouse. Intriguing, to say the least.... The presence of Chan Ting was even more unexplainable than Percev's. Myself, I magically summoned him, despite the fact I didn't know I was doing so. Since he arrived, he answered justly to all of myquestions, yet always without discovering the last layers of truth, always keeping a symbolic amount of information to himself. "You are right Percev. We'll follow you" As I started walking, I approached Chan Ting's body. "Maybe banshees' voices are the true power of emotion, but still they are so strong no mortal can withstand them. Most of the men who heard banshees are sharind the world of the eternal undying life with them now. How could this be beautiful?" |
| Elvina12-14-03, 10:59 AM | Elvina doesn't really answer anyone, In fact she has been strangely quiet since Myranthor appeared from the little tunnel. When Percev and Myran suggest they get moving she just shrugs her shoulders. She tries her hardest not to look at anyone, particularly Myranthor. o O(What if we all die down here? What if Myran dies down here? No I won't let it happen, Even if it means dieing myself...) With that settled within herself she says "Let's get going." |
| Agudo Archmage12-14-03, 10:15 PM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/f_garon_lg.jpg She showed her teeth and almost laughed at Lucky. “Very perceptive of you mouse, to know that I am a Dryad. Yet forgive me if I find your playfulness less than funny.” She then returns her thoughts to the last words of Kheldar. “Oh no my handsome warrior, I am not interested in eating you just the mouse. So why not hand him over to me, and you wont need to fight. In fact I was thinking more or less of mating with you….after I eat of course.” She looks at Lucky with the last part. |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-15-03, 05:51 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar lowers his short sword, and grins. "My, you're pretty forward, aren't chya? . . I mean. . . that's a very tempting proposal you've offered. I'd love to mate with you and make this a night to remember. . . There's just one, tiny problem. . ." The rogue's eyes narrow slightly. ". . . I stay away from chicks with green skin." Keeping the same playful grin affixed to his face, Kheldar continues. "I'm afraid my previous proposal still stands. . . You've got three choices. . . I'll even add a fourth choice. Tell me some information about this place and I'll supply you with enough rations to last you until your next supper. It's only nuts and raisins - but it beats being boiled in a stew or having a throat sliced open. . . Well, what's it going to be?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Agudo Archmage12-15-03, 09:20 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/hakpaks/dragon3.jpg The Dryad took a bow in thanks to Kheldar kind offer. "I am no magic lamp, that you can make wishes or ask questions of. Yet know this Protector of the Mice………. In this world it is humankind who is in the minority and my kind who rule.” What happen next was not a slow change, in fact the great green Dragon almost seemed like she was there all along. As if the illusion had been vanquished, or her mental power over them had ended. “Look at me as I truly am, and know this as well. My race changes into many lesser kind at will. Be it Human, Elves, or…… She laughed at the next part and changed into….. ((CO DM……… SEE THE NEXT POST OF WHO SHE CHANGED INTO)) |
| Agudo Archmage12-15-03, 09:38 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/keiichi/AnimeGirl-03_lg.jpg ((CO DM See post above as well)) With a seductive change, of it massive body, what stood before Kheldar now was……… Leetah! Or at least her form, not the real one…. yet she looked and sounded like her. “Your memory of Leetah has been taken from you, but what you see before you is her in body at least.” The Dragon? said It sounded so sweet when it spoke, as if Leetah was real as the leprechaun. “But because of your foolishness, to threaten a Dryad in a place full of trees. “I give you a gift and a curse”……. The power of Dragon reached out to Kheldar mind, and planted one true memory of Leetah and Kheldar together……. Kheldar could see that he was with Leetah and his love for her was strong. She was smiling at him and he could feel the goodness that attracted him to her, the innocents the familiar memory of lost love…. But not just Leetah….. Another woman as well?…Who?. Then the Kheldar was brought back to where he was. Standing in a forest with Lucky. Leetah? The Dragon? Or was it a Dryad….what ever it was gone. But its last words rang true, the foolishness of Kheldar to threaten a Dryad with so many trees around had not been wise. The tall oak and redwoods open their eyes and looked at each other. {The manling wishes to harm are protector} That was all the trees said before trying to reach out too Kheldar and Lucky with their big branches. Wood snapping sounds could be heard as the angry trees tried to kill them. |
| ruthia12-15-03, 10:47 AM | IN THE JUNGLE: Just as Gene's group start talking about stopping a rustling is heard in the jungle ahead of them. Small exotic looking birds and animals run straight pass them at break neck speed. Behind them a larger rustling can be heard.... |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-15-03, 11:39 AM | The summoned bard smiles peacefully, looking into Myranthor's eyes. "I shall take thy words as a compliment, my Savior, for they imply i am no mortal." He then turns to the to the direction where Percev was suggesting to head, and nods his head, then almost soundlessly leaps to stand less than a foot from the latter, and proceeds to walk beside him, constantly looking around and visially examoning the walls... or maybe something he is the only one to see - it seems hard to tell with this person. His movements are rediculously feline - much over the point of grace and into the field of oddity. Suddenly he stops, and whispers, calmly and softly but with a hint of insistance: "Close your eyes." It was said so quietly that anyone exept for Percev, who walked closest to him, and at whom it was most likely direted, would probably need an effort in order to hear. |
| Savael12-15-03, 03:48 PM | “A man once said ‘Death is beautiful, as it is the only perfect thing in this imperfect world’ “ Savael turned to Myranthor once more “Mayhap that was what your friend Purple meant?” Something akin to a smile moved across his lips, tracing a hint of amusement as he turned his attention once more over to the darkened passages that stretched out ahead of them. He sighed. And Purple decided to take place beside him. “Odd” Savael thought as the man’s horrendously feline movements caught his eyes as he began making his way along the sparsely lit cavern walls. What was the man playing at? No one with decent control of their muscles walked like that... He was hiding something. All he had done so far was sing a lot, not giving a straight answers to Myranthors questions along the way, and then put on this show of moving for some ridiculous purpo- “Close your eyes.” The man had said that. Just like that. Or at least he’d something like that, he wasn’t all too certain. Why’d he have to whisper like that anyway? What was wrong with this purple, pointy-eared bastard?! However... whatever it was... Oh heck, just for a few seconds then. (This had better be good...) was his final thoughts as he closed his eyes, fully intent on opening them a few seconds later and administer a purposefully harsh glare in Purple’s general direction. |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-15-03, 04:58 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar takes a few steps back to clear his head. What had that thing done to him? . . It had showed him some pretty powerfull images, but he couldn't make out the significance of them. A beautiful girl. . . Golden hair, and sapphire blue eyes smiling at him. . . It almost looked like his murdered fiancée-to-be, that brought back a painful wave of memories. But he had never seen the blonde girl before. . . Why was she important? . . There was also that other girl. . . Kheldar gives his head a furious shake and abandons his train of thought. "Ugh, I hate dragons! Absolutely hate them! And I knew from the bloody beginning that's what I was dealing with!" Kheldar looks up at the approaching trees. "This, however, is something my glasses didn't pick up. . . Hmmm, normally Dryads are only bound to one tree, should they leave 300 yards away from their tree, they quickly become ill and die within a few hours." Kheldar whistles. "So. . . If she really is a Dryad, then in order to give her a sufficient range to fly in, she really would have to bind herself to almost every tree in this jungle. . ." Kheldar rolls across the jungle floor to dodge an incoming spinney, claw, then jumps up and misses another one from grabbing him. . . He felt like collapsing under the strain he was putting on his legs. . . Oddly enough though, his voice continued as though nothing was happening around him. "But normally Dryad's are very protective of their trees. . . They nurture them like babies. They don't send them out to fight like soldiers!" Kheldar looks into the eyes of one of the monstrous oaks, then another. . . He had an idea. . . A plan A. . . He had used a similar plan to make a paladin forsake his god, he wondered if he could make it work on trees. . . Kheldar raises his voice, and speaks in a most-convincing fashion. "I guess because there are so many of you, each one of you becomes less special. . ." Kheldar looks into another set of monstrous eyes while dodging a life-ending attack. "She doesn't really care about any one of you. You call her your protector? Funny that you seem to be the ones doing the protecting! Each one of you is a slave. She feeds you with images of false love and appreciation, while using you as tools for her security and personal gain! . . How can you protect a protector like that?!" Before Kheldar finished it, he made sure to meet as many monstrous eye balls as he could. He hoped to convince all of them - he'd have to find out. . . "Psst, Leprechaun. If this doesn't work all the way, we run for it - ok?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia12-15-03, 07:28 PM | ((Oh Oh Oh I have a response!)) The trees moan in reply < Foolish Human. Dragons have always protected us. Dragons are our friends.> And with that the trees continue to attack viscosely ;) |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-15-03, 08:33 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar groans his reply. . . "Aww crap. . ." As Kheldar leaps out of the way of another attack he sheaths his short sword, and gestures with his free hand. "~*Obscuring Mist!*~" Kheldar's cloak flaps open and promptly releases a dark vapor that engulfs him and everything within 30 feet of him. Inside the mist it's completely impossible to see, true sight or not! Ok! Now I think I saw an escape route this way! Kheldar runs in the direction in which he believes freedom lies, and suddenly hits a wall of bark! * * * ((Atop Kheldar's tower)) Kheldar could hear the moaning and groaning of the monstrous trees in the distance. He felt like a rag doll that had been stepped on too many times and latter used as a washing cloth. . . Freedom hadn't come to him in a straight line like he had originally planned for - it came to him in a zigzagging, tree banging, trial from Hell. . . But at least he was safe. . . For now. Kheldar reaches into a belt pouch and takes out some bloodhound's fur. He whispers something to himself and throws the fur into the air. The fur immediately ignites and the ashes fall to the ground. ". . . Weird spell. . ." Kheldar looks towards the very left of the island, and slowly turns his vision to the right. After a few seconds his turning stops. "That's where she is! I'd be looking at her if not for all the stuff in the way. . . Hmmm. . . This casting spells without preparing them sure beats the old system!" Kheldar makes a mental note of where the Dryad Dragon stayed, then looks over to Lucky. "Perhaps we should pay her a visit? She put all sorts of funny images into my head, and I think I need to return the favor. . . Besides, a Queen of the Jungle like her is bound to know all sorts of things about this place. . . and I could use some information about my whereabouts. . . among other things. . . Speaking of which. . . What's your name, friend? I'm afraid I don't recognize you in the slightest bit - It's a long story. . . and I don't even know what it is!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-15-03, 11:30 PM | The giant of a thief starts running with Lucky upside down in Kheldar hand. But make it worse the Thief made it all misty as well. “Could ye put me (SMAK)” The Thief had ran blindly into a tree. “Me head, cant thou see where thy eyes be going?” Latter only pure Luck knows how they made it. But sadly Kheldar had hit his head too hard, for he wanted to find the Dragon. “Me name is Lucky, we used to drink together.” Lucky could see Kheldar didn’t remember much so he decided to phib as well. “I saved ye life a few time by warning thee, when someone was trying to kill ye. Ye and I have been partners for many years now. Until thy head lost its memory and uhhhh you ran away. I been looking for yer sorry hide for days.” |
| Agudo Archmage12-15-03, 11:50 PM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/keiichi/AnimeGirl-18_lg.jpg The Dryad had taken on Leetah form, and had seductive thoughts of Kheldar. She sat upon a rocks near a stream…… waiting and smiling. |
| Duilya12-16-03, 04:24 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif o O(What if we all die down here? What if Myran dies down here? No I won't let it happen, Even if it means dieing myself...) . . . Duilya's cheerful attitude immediately breaks apart as she stops her singing and slows her dancing to a halt. She had heard Elvina's thoughts, and was worried by them. But surely the dangerous part of their trip was over. The ceiling wasn't coming down on them, and there were no paintings around to gobble them up! So what could possibly be making the red haired elf feel so uneasy? . . .The path ahead I guess. . . Duilya sighs, and then continues forward with the rest of the party. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-16-03, 05:33 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar smirks at Lucky's clever lie. He knew enough about his loss of memory to know the Leprechaun's tale had not been completely true. "Say, that gives me an idea! That little lie you just told me, about you saving my life. . . Why did you say it? You said it so I would look up to you as a hero and feel deep down that I really owe you a favor, right?" Kheldar paces about the top of his tower, careful not to step on any tiny dragons that might dart into his path. "So. . . If I really want Queen of the Jungle to answer some questions about this place, all I have to do is convince her that one of us saved her life! Lucky your a genius! You couldn't have thought of a more simple plan!" Kheldar steps up to the side of the tower facing the direction he had foreseen the Dryad Dragon. . . He could still feel her presence, she hadn't moved. "The path ahead should be simple enough! I came to this plane with some friends, maybe after we're done getting some information about this place we can catch up with them! . . But first, I need some healing. . . I hope I have a cure potion on me somewhere. . ." Kheldar searches through his pouches for the proper vial - But he doesn't appear to be having a lot of luck. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb12-16-03, 06:43 AM | "Wow! look at all the birds!" said Kulideb, looking up. She looked down to the gnomes, and noticed a group of mice also moving away heading in the same direction as the birds. She scratched at her arm, and looked at the direction from which the animals where fleeing. "I think we ought to move off the path..." she could hear a rustling noise, "Now!" |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-16-03, 06:48 AM | As Percev closes his eyes, the disturbin figure chants very quietly, and already at the third line his voice fades into a subsonic humming: "El ha shemesh, El ha or - Kmo cipor mehirat kanaf..." Perhaps whatever languege he was singing on was neer ment to be spoken in a louder voice. Percev can suddenly see a strong sunlight, which would normally blind a person for a few seconds, appearing so suddenly after the tunnel's darkness, yet it does not. Percev can fel the sun's warmness on his skin, though he cannot see it directly. A homestead of some sort stands on two small hills a hundred meters or so infront of him, and all around is a mixture of pastoral, though untended, meadow full of flowers and tall grass with hints of a nearby forest. The feeling is much like the one a lotuvorax probably has after living in his land for some time and feeding on lotus... small anymals can be heard but not seen nearby, and the air itself seems to convay relaxation and careless confidence. Anyone else looking at Percev can only see his hair moving, as if by a light zephir, and his facial expression, if any. |
| Khaira12-16-03, 09:53 AM | Khaira begins to look around her...a look of confusion and very sleight recognition can be read upon her face. "I have been here before..." she mutters to herself as she brings out her blades again, "or have I? SUch familiarity I feel, and yet such confusion...p'rhaps I have not...no, it is merle ya misconception, I am sure..." She gazes to Kulideb, a blank look on her face. It's a look as if though...there were no more emotion within her soul... "Who knows what monstrocities await us off-path, arwenamin? Then again, perhaps in concealment we can better defend ourselves against whatever comes...*Cuamin linduva yassen megrille!" With that, she grabs Gene's arm and drags him off the path, her bow out and ready! *((My bow will sing with your sword!)) |
| ruthia12-16-03, 02:14 PM | The Rustling gets louder as the danger moves closer and closer. ((OOC: And if Gene doesn't post soon the god darn it I'll let the darn things eat him! :mad: ;) )) Tunnel: As the group moves ahead all there is to see is darkness. |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-16-03, 10:21 PM | Lucky lifts his had and shows a toothy grin. ”Yer the boss, I just be the brains in this clan. If ye say the Dryad, that likes to be a Dragon on her off days; will talk, then I be holding her down as thee verbally challenge the ancient creature” Lucky took out his toothpick sized sword, and hoped on the brave if some what crazy :uh-huh: Khledar. Who thinks that he can lick the Dragon/Dryad, only Luck knows what else the creature is? :88E: “Ok lets go get killed, O’ silly me I mean lets go slap the green babe around” :fight!: |
| kulideb12-17-03, 04:05 AM | Kulideb nodded to Khaira. "Rodney, Harry, Bumble are you going to hide or are we going to use you as bait?!" she said to the gnomes with a smile. She then steped off the path and drew out her sword. "Lle desiel Arwenamin?" She whispered over to Khairs postion. (Are you ready my lady?) |
| Savael12-17-03, 06:56 AM | Savael's mouth dropped open, his face a mask of growing confusion and - possibly - horror. Where the hell was he?! What the devil was going on... One moment a dark and damp cave and the next a... sunny... flourescent?! ...green... place. He couldnt make out what that thing over by those hills was supposed to be but he did not intend to find out! Nothing nice could have that manny eyes... He turned around, gazingin every direction for anything that could give him a clear idea of where he was. But then it dawned on him... The Bard. That reeking, ridiculous, maggoty, purple, pointy-eared little worm had done something to him! "Close your eyes" the fiend had said "Close your bleedin' eyes!" Oh he'd close his allright... as soon as he could make out where he was... But what if he couldnt make out where he was - what if he was doomed to be stuck here in this nightmare forever!? The atmosphere, the very feel of the place. Even that was wrong, so horribly horrendousley wrong. It felt threatening, hostile... Caged... "W-what have you done Bard...? what have you done..." Savael's voice trailed off. Whatever reality he'd been landed inn... whatever magic had brought him here... He just wanted out now. OOC: I took the liberty of acting on the advice of Ruthia and changed the effets Chan Ting's spell would have on Savael... if, of course, it was a spell... |
| Drindin12-17-03, 09:54 AM | Originally posted by kulideb Kulideb nodded to Khaira. "Rodney, Harry, Bumble are you going to hide or are we going to use you as bait?!" she said to the gnomes with a smile. She then steped off the path and drew out her sword. "Lle desiel Arwenamin?" She whispered over to Khairs postion. (Are you ready my lady?) The three gnomes hefted their maces, and ran off to take cover until they're needed. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-17-03, 01:56 PM | He saw the man's expression and he heard his tone. With no reasonable explanation to what could be happening, he proceeded to do the most obvious thing for him: join in and see for himself. The purple elven wierdness closed his eyes too, and now both his hair and that of Percev appears to wave around, as if a major wind was blowing through the tunnel. Infront of Savael's eyes the singing bastard appeared, and looked around. What he saw was far from the pastoral illusion he was trying to comfort his newly gained companion with! He opens his eyes, dissappearing from Percev's vision, and those who face him can now see his eyes utterly widened with fear and surprise. He immidiately holds Percev with one hand, to make sure his arm supports the latter should he lose balance, and with the other opens his eyes manually. The vision and other sensations dissappear. Prcev finds himself in the cave, with the odd companion looking at him with a mixture of concern and boundless fear. "I... i am sorry... my intent was to show you the light of day, as you willed... something went awry... i know not what twisted my song so!" Somehow the purple elf's terrified look reminds the terror of a savage beast, rather than that of a civilized being, and an artist no less. |
| Savael12-17-03, 02:51 PM | Savael gave a strangled gasp as the Bard released him from the illusion-went-awry. He took a few steps backwards and gave Chan Ting a fearfull look. "You... you, my eyes... you cheated my eyesight by some spell of yours... cursed Darthiir!" He took a few deep breath's as his eyes darted along the cave walls once more to ensure himself that he was - in fact - in a an entirely eye's-embedded-in-wall's-free inviroment. He confirmed it. "I dont know what were you were playing at there, little elf" Savael said at last "but whatever it was.... it didnt work... Or perhaps it worked to good for you eh?" he gave a strange sorto f half-smile "Is that what happened?" He made his way down the winding cavern once more, avoiding the purple Bard's gaze as best he could... Dammit! Now he was going to see this as well whenever he closed his eyes. Cursed orbs... |
| Blanc Thanatos12-17-03, 06:08 PM | He simply snickered. "Ideal. Idealistically ideal idiotic idiots, I must say." Snicker. "Maria?" Nearby, a female statue deprived of hands, feet, or facial features turned it's smoothed head at him. "Initiate a conversation with...the boring one. I'd very much like to speak with him, you know. Idealistic, and all that." The cruel mockery of a living thing simply nodded, before scampering off...rather awkwardly. He sighed. "When the sun comes up, we all sigh..." |
| Duilya12-18-03, 04:12 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Huh? What's going on? Duilya looks up from the cavern floor and notices Percev and Chan Ting acting rather peculiar. Something seemed to be bothering the two men, although what exactly the child couldn't tell. Maybe they're afraid of the dark? Hmmm. I wonder how much longer this darkness goes on for? Stopping in mid stride, Duilya places two fingers in her mouth and replicates the action of making a loud whistling sound. After a few seconds, one of her shadows appear awaiting instructions. Hello! Can you scout up ahead and see how much longer this cavern is? These two are starting to act funny; I think they're eager to get out of here. The Shadow shifts its gaze to Percev and Chan Ting and nods its head. The two living things were acting kinda odd. Not wanting to waste any more time, the shadow dashes deeper into the cave, vanishing out of sight. Duilya sighs. . . Who am I kidding. I think we're all eager to get out of here. . .AAAAAHHH! I'm going to be in so much trouble! I was suppose to be at that school by now! Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-19-03, 12:29 AM | Lucky taps the head of Khledar with his toothpick sized sword. “I know thy head is bigger than mine, and it be doing a lot of thinking . :uh-huh: But did ye hear me say about Yer the boss, I just be the brains and Ok lets go get killed, or was it slap the green babe around? O’ well any how, can we be going after yer new green girlfriend?”:P |
| Myranthor12-19-03, 10:26 AM | In front of me, at a distance of a few steps, were arguing the intriguing merchant, Percev, and the purple elf, the aberration of my kind. I know, too well, that no races of elves bore that skin, that no varieties of the Fair Folk had such a strange and exaggerated demeanor. The stranger's manners were so extravagant that his whole identity as an elf was doubtful. All his rough gestures proclaimed he lacked a formal, protocolar education. Perplex I was, really, at his appearance. The spell I did cast was supposed to open, in a grandiloquent way, a portal to another plane, allowing me to converse and ask questions to a greater power, an entity of tremendous knowledge at the cost of a rageous mental struggle and an intense concentration. Instead, I read a simple scroll, without even finding a slight difficulty within, and this outsider appeared, suddenly, against all logical probabilities. Even though I stopped concentrating since a few minutes, the creature still was in front of us, walking, speaking, tormenting Percev. I slowed down, calmly, hoping to get to the rear of the group without being noticed. At Elvina's side, I synchronized my pace with her's, and exchanged a few words. "I'm gonna turn invisible", muttered I to her ear. "I am not sure if we can trust either of those currently with us, and I'd prefer to observe them without them knowing where I am. When they will notice my absence, just say that i teleported away, trying to find our other friends, now that I know you are all safe. Does this suits you?" |
| Elvina12-19-03, 02:02 PM | Elvina looked shocked when Myranthor choose to address her before the others. When he makes his suggestion at first she wanted to say no, but she stopped herself. o O(If he's invisable he can't get hurt! No trouble could possible see him.) All she says to him is. "Ok Myranthor, if your think thats best then I will following along." |
| Gene_Kynes12-19-03, 06:01 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene's own reaction to the rustling was typical, gnoting the other's actions...he himself leaps into a nearby tree, blade drawn warily. If any are still out in the open, he creates contact with them, and attempts to Shadowjump them up with him. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003. Also protected by three forms of kung-fu, and two forms of ninjitsu. |
| Khaira12-19-03, 08:20 PM | ((Bah humbug, says I!)) |
| Khaira12-19-03, 08:21 PM | ((Damn you, Quathmoir! You passed on your double-post demons to me!)) :D |
| Khaira12-19-03, 08:21 PM | ((OOC- Awww...why did Gene ahve to go and post? I wanted to see him get eaten!)) Khaira stabs both of her blades into the ground and nocks a feather to the string, drawing it taut. A look of concentration, and grim waiting can be read upon her face. She nods to Kulideb's question. "I'narr en gothrim glinuva nuin I'anor..." she whispers. ((*"The Bones of Our Foes shall gleam under the sun!")) |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-20-03, 02:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar blinks at Lucky. "Sorry, just working out some things in my mind. . . Hmm. . . I wonder if I should make the two of us invisible. . . If we're invisible, we can't get hurt - no trouble could possibly see us!" Kheldar thinks about that theory for a while longer, then shrugs and continues. "Well, if things go as planned she shouldn't have much of a chance to launch a counter-attack. . . We need to sneak up on her and knock her out. Then I'll cast a spell on her to make her believe we're heroes. . . It's very important that she's unconscious when I cast the spell, though. . . I doubt I could make it work on her while she's awake and alert. . . Heh, especially considering she's a dragon. . ." Kheldar looks off into the direction they would travel. ". . . That's another thing, we're going to have to hope she's in human form. . . There's a lot of exposed places to hit a human that will instantly knock em' out. . . With a dragon, however, all those places are covered with a thick layer of scales. . . It's like trying to knock out a fish behind a brick wall. . ." Kheldar looks back at Lucky. "Any way, there's a large metal loop inside my cloak. Hop on it if ya like - I'll make us invisible and we can get this show on the road!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Myranthor12-20-03, 03:53 PM | I looked briefly at Elvina's eyes, and then nodded slowly. "Thank you..." muttered I. "I hope you'll see me soon." With these words, I made a few silent steps backwards and, muttering the arcane formulae, casted the simple spell that saved so much spellcasters from the swords of dozens of brutish fighters, unable to find them. Upon completion of the spellcasting, however, a growing anxiety won my already tense heart, as the speel seemed to have no effect. Firstly, the summoning of a weird, purple elf, and now this! How could this be! I shoooked my headand took it in my hands, trying to understand why my spells suddenly stopped working. Having lowered my gaze I noticed - after a few seconds - the disappearance of my lower body half. My whole legs had disappeared already, and the magic was getting to the hips by now. This reaction was strange, for usually this spell took place instantly, without any delay. I was puzzled, yet the spell completed itself normally, leaving me fully transparent. |
| ruthia12-20-03, 04:16 PM | Gene's area: A loud grunting noise is heard as a pig like creature runs out of the bushes in front of the group. But it was obivously not what was making the loudest noises. As it runs on several more larger creatures run out of the bushes after it. Larger then any horse, these bird like creatures at first seem harmless, untill the stop and turn towards the group. The biggest bird seems to be sniffing the air, then turns and looks directly at Gene's hiding place. Beady red eyes and a beak full of razor sharp teeth, this bird does not look like something to be messed with. The "leader" gives a chirp and the rest of the herd looks towards differnt members of Gene's group. The tension builds as the birds seem to be continent to just stare at the group for now...... |
| Duilya12-20-03, 07:46 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya continues to walk forward, completely oblivious to Myranthor's awkward disappearance. All the girl saw was the endless trail of darkness which laid before them. . . I hope my shadow returns soon with some good news. . .I really want out of here. . . Duilya's stomach begins to growl. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-20-03, 09:51 PM | Lucky lifted his tiny sword in a salute to Kheldar and jumped on the loop like ring. “Ok me friend I be ready O’ Lord of the Rings” :bow: |
| Gene_Kynes12-20-03, 11:37 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene simply remained unusually still, his mind remaining calm. Any change in breathing would alert the birds that he was a reactive prey, any quickened heartbeat would do the same. For now...he was content to just return the stares, his blade glistening in his hand. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Long live the fighters!" Quigley |
| ruthia12-20-03, 11:53 PM | ((OOC: Dming a bit here. I figured the shadow would follow Duilya's orders no matter what right? So here it goes, if this doesn't go well let me know. Saveal, PMing you info.)) Tunnel: Duilya's shadow follow the tunnel till it hits a three way split. Following her orders it chooses a tunnel (The middle one) and goes down it. It finds the exit soon enough and runs back to report it's findings. |
| Savael12-21-03, 07:51 AM | Savael continued down along the twisting pathways of the dark tunnel. He didn’t like it much even though he could see fairly well in the dark. It was the constant dripping noises he guessed, and the darkness, and of course the Ziran as well. The occasional vision of seeing himself doing whatever it was he was doing at the time as if from far away had been quite unsettling at first, but he had got used to it eventually. With time you could get used to nearly anything. He had gone this way before, not so long ago. But it was simple to loose your sense of time in this place and for all he knew hours may have slipped into days without his notice. Days into weeks even? No, he brushed the thought aside and sped up his pace. It couldn’t be far now, the cross-roads couldn’t be far off now... He had walked with a creeping feeling of moving downhill for quite some time now, but suddenly it seemed to cease as the hard stone surface he walked on flattened out and the tunnel widened out before him. He cast a stolen glance over his back and saw the glowing red spark of light that signalled the approach of the reminder of the rest of the party creep up the walls not far behind him. He smiled to himself, he had reached the cross-roads at last, two different tunnels now widened out before him, effectively putting a stopper to the sombre trudging that had up until now dominated the party. So, which way to choose? That decision could wait until later, for his stomach demanded his attention for the moment and he was in no position to object to its demands. A spell to summon forth a sufficient meal or two perhaps? |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-21-03, 11:38 AM | Chan's pace went slower and slower, as he let Percev walk ahead. He failed and knew he lost the man's trust. Such things hardlt ever stopped him before, and he would normally try to rush forth and explain himself again and again, waiting for an opportunity to prove his good intent, but now he felt into contemplation. He reached for something within his robed, and - as always - the object lept into his palm, regardless of its actual location before it was thus "called". He felt the red handle betuin his artistic fingers, and closed his eyes, listening to its vibration agianst his skin. Could it be a zone of wild magic they were in? Likely so... and if it is so, it was his nature, or his "duty" as most would call it, to learn of this place and contain it within its borders. He was to protect these people from the chaos he could wash in, as Chiara would have it. At the moment Myranthor's spell reluctantly completed its effect, leaving him fully invisible, instead of the cheshire-cat trick it threatened to play, another effect of its derailment became obvious to the elf: whatever tele-empathic link he had with his unwanted charge {or perhaps creation?} grew now disturbingly stronger, and a wave of purple feelings washed his mind for a moment - a feverish impulse of self-loathing caused by failure, and some strange focus on the seemngly dull surrounding. For the untrue elf, however, it was obviously not dull at all; the critter felt some innate affinity for this place, as if it was his own private haven. Another thing revealed to Myranthor, though it wasn't likely to even concern him, was this creature's hnesty regarding his intent with the merchant: strangely enough, he was indeed trying to show him the light of day! |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-21-03, 11:38 AM | . |
| kulideb12-21-03, 02:28 PM | The elf steadied her breathing and forced her self to relax as a group of very lage birds came into view. She held her sword but would make no move until the creatures did. She studied them, they were like no creature she had come across before. |
| Agudo Archmage12-21-03, 10:22 PM | The Dryad had fallen a sleep by the stream on the rocks, but she dreamed of the handsome Kheldar. :zzz: |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-22-03, 06:32 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Lord of the Rings? Heh, I'd certainly feel like a lord of the rings if I could find my old ring of sequestering!" Kheldar pulls a small speck of something out from his belt pouch, no bigger than an eye lash. "Invisibility!" With a flick of his wrist, Kheldar renders himself and Lucky completely invisible. . . "I suppose I should also take my fortress with me. . ." Kheldar attempts to carefully get any remaining small dragons off his fortress before collapsing it back into a tiny cube, and taking it along with him. * * * Peeking around a tree, Kheldar saw the Dragon he had been hunting for. . . She laid asleep atop some rocks nearby a stream. . . Thank the Gods for something. . . She was in human form. Huh, her again!?!? The human form the dragon had assumed was the same blonde hair, blue eyed beauty Kheldar had seen in that strange vision before. The lingering feeling of love he felt for the girl still throbbed in his heart. . . It almost drowned out the painful memories of Tara. . . She looked so harmless sleeping near the stream. Kheldar wanted to go to her and kiss-* Augh! Where the hell did that thought come from?!?! The damned, bloody dragon had probably planted false feelings of love into his head as some form of sadistic, psychological warfare! Kheldar gives his head a fierce shake, all he had to do was stick to the plan. . . deceive his enemy! The rogue carefully approaches the sleeping maiden and goes over the spell he wanted to use in his head. Modify Memory, not quite as powerful as the feared spell Mind Rape, but strong enough to allow him to modify five minutes of the Dryad's memory. . . Long enough to make up a false encounter that would hopefully change the Dryad's opinion on both Kheldar and his new friend. . . He would see. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-22-03, 09:21 AM | “Now we be having some action” Lucky said as he held on, looking down at the blond beauty. He whispers to Kheldar. “ I can stick me sword in her ear if ye wish? Or I can jump on top of her, and hold thy prety Dryad woman down, so ye can do the dirty work?” |
| Khaira12-22-03, 09:38 AM | Khaira holds the nocked arrow to her bow, and aims for the "leader", look on intense concentration upon her face. She looks at Kulideb out of the corner of her eye, and a smirk crosses her face. She looks to the leader again, pondering something...as the "leader" gets closer, she gets ready to release "Fly hard, strike true..." With that Khaira lets the first arrow fly, nocking another arrow to her bow in the blink of an eye as she lets one more fly. |
| ruthia12-22-03, 11:15 AM | The "leader ducks the first arrow, the arrow hitting one of it's mates instead. Roaring in rage the animals now comance their attack on the party. Three run at Khaira and Kulideb. One goes after the Gnomes. The leader as well as four others attempt to get Gene. One of the three attack Khaira and Kulideb is injured by the first arrow. Thus making it slightly slower then the others. The next arrow she let fly nicks one of the five attacking Gene, but doesn't slow it. ((Edited because the DM can't count :rolleyes: )) |
| kulideb12-22-03, 03:16 PM | The elf almost gasped in surprise as Khaira fired her arrow at the creature. "It might not have attacked us!" she said under her breath, but it was to late now. Kulideb stepped forward and called the shadows to make a small shield, then lunged forward to strike a blow at the already injured bird. |
| Khaira12-22-03, 10:32 PM | In the blink of an eye, Khaira's bow goes back onto her back, and her swords come out as she she slashes with one blade and thrusts with the other. She looks over at Kulideb as she attacks, grinning. "Me? Pass up a chance for battle? You should know me better than that, Arwenamin!" With that, she continues to throw herself into the fray, effectively a berserker, if not worse. |
| Duilya12-23-03, 04:49 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Grrrlp. . .Gwaaard. . .GORP!!! . . .Stupid stomach. . . Duilya puts a hand on her tummy and trudges forward. It was embarrassing having her stomach make funny noises while travelling with others, not that that was the greatest of her concerns right now, but that still didn't stop the girl's cheeks from flushing red. How could one belly make so much noise!? Duilya continues to move forward until she notices Savael had stopped up ahead. Why? What was so special about this area? Blinking her eyes, the child notices the tunnel had split. Multiple paths branched out from where they were standing. (( Ruthia said three paths. . .but Savael said two. )) All> AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! As if all this walking wasn't bad enough, now we have to choose which path to take! Why can't anything just go right today? Duilya begins to silently grumble to herself as a dark form with golden eyes quickly makes it's way back towards the group from one of the passages. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| ruthia12-23-03, 09:05 AM | ((DM Note: Ah, yes. I did say three. I also said Your SHADOW saw three. Thats the big part. Duilya's Shadows can see the third tunnel but no one else can. Sorry for the confusion, Saveal is just acting on info I've already given him :embarrass )) |
| Elvina12-23-03, 12:16 PM | Elvina follows along quietly. Every now and then she glances to where Myranthor use to be and prays he's alright. o O(That spell acted strange.....hhmm...I'm getting hungry...I wonder if we'll stop to try and eat?) Suddenly All> AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! As if all this walking wasn't bad enough, now we have to choose which path to take! Why can't anything just go right today? Elvina looks up to find they have reached a fork in the road. Two tunnels, both going in oppisite directions, and they have to decide which one to take. With a sigh she says "Well I don't care about anyone else, but I'm not taking another step till we get something to eat." She wrinkles her brow in concintration as she mumbles the words to a food spell that the Lady Hoot had been kind enough to teach her before she left school. With an odd little plop food does appear, but not as Elvina had intended. It lands in a big pile on the cave floor, bread on the bottom, roasted meat on top of that, cheese on top of that, fruits on top of that. With an appoligetic grin Elvina says "That didn't work right, it was suppose to appear on plates. Guess I did say the spell right. but with the bread on the bottom everything else should be ok right?" Elvina takes off her jacket and lays it on the cave floor. She takes all the food that was on top of the bread and places it on her jacket. She throws the bread away. Then she says "Ok there's enough for everyone, lets eat." And she grabs a fruit, a piece of meat, and a piece of cheese. Then she wanders off a little bit, sits and starts eating. |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-23-03, 06:18 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Shhh. . .We wont need her to be held down. . . But if you could, please cast a darkness spell around us, a large one. . . I have a feeling her friends are watching us and that certainly wont do. . . They could make our story sound illegitimate. . . Also, a large force barrier of sorts around us would be nice, so her friends don't come running at us like the sworn protectors they've sworn to be." Kheldar examines the Dryad's anatomy, and notes the vein he wants to pinch. "Alright, I'll put her out. . . ready when you are. . ." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-23-03, 10:46 PM | Lucky takes out a small black patch. “Tis me blanket” He wink at Kheldar, he then throws it up and it suddenly expands. “Ye see it covers us all!” And so it did, covering the Dyrad, Leetah looking thing and Kheldar as well. “Now we be in the dark”:cool: But without waiting he light a match. “But maybe we need to see as well” |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-24-03, 02:14 AM | Chan Ting kneels beside the spread jacket, and pulls a glass bottle, a loaf of travelkers' bread, and something obviously bloody wrapped in thick cloth out of his backpack, laying it all on the table. He also pulls out several small clay cups and sats one infront of every person gathered incueding himself, then proceeds to pouring the thick wine {atleast it smells and looks like wine} to everyne's cups. He reaches into the backpack, but his hand comes out empty, his face thoughtfull. "I fear my kitchen knife is left in realms where cutting through dead flesh was one's only hope for freedom..." He pulls a copper coin from some hidden pocket, puts it on his open palm and begins hummong something wordless, but still the melody is clear through his voice. The incantation is supposed to transform the oin into a knife he'll eb able to use for the bread and whatever kind of meat is wrapped in that cloth. And the knight does grow... but not out of the coin. Ever so gently and carefully, the purple bard lowers his head to look at the knife no growing from one of the links in his weighted chain, pointed directly at his throat. Now raising his chin high, arching his neck, he grabs the knife's metal handle and makes a breaking movement, but the knife does not breake off. Eventually he desides to drive the blade betuin two wraps of the chain, to atleast make its presence safe for the failed caster's life. ~ Oh how am i to do her silent bidding, if Chiara lets this chaos cripple my Song no less than it does theyrs? *grieving sigh* Strrangely, Myrranthor discoveres he can hear the oddling's surface thoughts. |
| Gene_Kynes12-24-03, 11:43 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene glared at Khaira...for just a moment, before he sprung into action. Using the tree branch as a divingboard of sorts, the Shadowdancer leaps up into the air...and leaps atop of the of the birds gracefully, then lunging his blade at an overhead-passing creature, slicing as neatly as he can. Then stabbing his disagreeing mount in the base of the neck, a quick torso-axial leap sets Gene underneath the third "servant" bird, to whom Gene's cloak wraps around (the neck, specifically), effectively hanging the bird. Landing on the ground...cloakless (Dragging a dead bird around isn't too much fun.) and annoyed,he looked up at the "leader". He had taken out all the pawns for a reason...so there's nobody to block the king. His blade, now charged by bloodlust, glowed a vibrant purple as Gene leapt up...and swung at the creature. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Taught Gene what Alt+0169 does" Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-24-03, 09:36 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif When Lucky lights the match he sees Kheldar gently releasing the pinched spot on the Drayd's neck. . . His hand shook a little as it receded back into his silky cloak, if that pinch woke her up instead of knocking her out - things would get more than a little awkward. . . At least they were still invisible. "Whew. . . Not quite what I was expecting Lucky, but it ought to do the trick. Good work! Just make sure you don't light it on fire!" Kheldar returns his gaze to the Dryad. Under the blanket, everything looked black and white to him except for the orange light from Lucky's match. "I stopped oxygen from entering her brain long enough to keep her out for a couple of hours. . . But because she's a Dragon she might recover faster - I really don't know how it works with her race. . .." Kheldar lightly nudges the Dryad's shoulder a few times, then nudges a bit harder. . . True it was better to let sleeping Dragons lie, but Kheldar wanted to make sure this sleeping Dragon wasn't going to wake up on them all of a sudden!!! Copyright © 2003, Gordon "Taught Chris what Alt+0169 does" Quigley |
| Khaira12-24-03, 09:44 PM | Seeming obl0ivious to Gene's dissapointment/anger Khaira salutes Gene with one of her blades as she thrusts a blade into one's neck and rolls to the side - still holding onto the blade, slicing as she rolls. She gets up and takes her balde out of the "bird-thing" stabbing both swords into the ground again as her bow comes out. Quickly, she fires 3 arrows at the "leader". Putting her bow away again, she draws her blades, standing at the ready position. "Woohoo! Having fun now!" (How many more are left?) |
| Khaira12-24-03, 09:44 PM | Double-post |
| Agudo Archmage12-24-03, 10:08 PM | The Dryad/Dragon/Leetah :rolleyes: didn’t move her body was cold and her eyes were glossy. The only noise was the rustling of the leaves by the wind. |
| Savael12-25-03, 09:49 AM | Savael turned to look towards the assembled group now feasting merrily on Elvinas little meal. So, they’d got themselves this far. That was one good thing at least. He wasn’t certain how much longer they’d have to walk before they would once again see the light of day, but it couldn’t be that much longer now, could it? He made his way over to the blanket and selected a piece of roast meat to gnaw on. It was, despite what he’d expected, almost certainly edible. He almost smiled to himself as he sat down on the cavern floor. Whatever came beyond these dark passages and cold stone walls it could damn well wait until he’d had his fill. He sipped hesitantly to the wine offered to him by Purple as he counted those assembled under his breath. Then he counted again. And again. Something wasn’t right... someone was missing. |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-26-03, 06:39 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar closes his eyes and begins to cast his spell on the Dryad. Her memory would be modified - She would remember being attacked by a horrible creature, a creature which would have certainly annihilated her had her heroes not arrived in just the nick of time! Kheldar was going to really play up the encounter! Make it as dramatic as possible! This was going to be fun! As the incantation left Kheldar's lips he could feel himself probing in the Dryad's mind, looking for things to take out, and things to add in. . . he searched. . . and searched. . . and searched. . . Eventually the spell just fizzled away. Quite surprised, Kheldar takes a few steps back. "Huh? I didn't see anything inside her head at all. All I could see was a dull, endless void, and that was probably just the inside of my eyelids!" The rogue curiously approaches the Dryad . On a second look, she didn't look so good. "She. . . She's dead??!?" Kheldar quickly slips off one of his gloves and checks the Dryad's pulse, her skin felt cold, she had been in this condition for a while. "But. . . How? Lucky!! You didn't use your Leprechaun tricks to do this to her, did you?! I mean, yeah she wanted to eat you! But I never really wanted this to happen to her!" Before Lucky can answer, Kheldar starts firmly pressing his hands over the Dryad's limbs, then searches his palms for blood, then continues to search for any damage on the rest of her body, starting at the more appropriate places. . . of course. :rolleyes: Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Agudo Archmage12-29-03, 09:31 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/donnaburson/po_morgan08_lg.jpg The two adventurers Kheldar and Lucky, stand by the now very cold body of the Dryad. They are both perplexed by what has happen here. For on the body they only found a poisoned dagger, that lay next to the Dryad. The dagger was clearly Kheldars but just as perplexing was the little finger prints on it. The size of a small creatures, perhaps a Leaprechauns? Yet under her nails was human hair…. The color of Kheldar. “HAY YOU THERE!” Screamed a woman. “Get away from my mother….What? MOTHER!” She said as she pulls the cover off and sees the Dagger..... But not just that she sees Lucky and Kheldar, standing over her mother. “You will pay for this murders!” The Dryad wasn’t alone for the trees moved once more, and this time it was personal. The Trees open their eyes once more to see the two that got away before. “They came back…and…killed the protector!…. That when the 'new' Dryad asked why? She waited for a reply from the not so Lucky and Kheldar. |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-29-03, 09:00 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar curiously picks up the dagger with his gloved hand, wipes his index finger across the blade with his bare hand, and tastes the poison. "Auhgk-*" The dull, stinging taste of the poison told Kheldar exactly what it was! He wasted no time spitting it out of his mouth and wiping his bare hand clean. "Black lotus extract. . . Damn, I can't resuscitate her from that. . . At least she wouldn't have felt anything." Kheldar picks himself up and turns to face the haunting new voice that had arrived. He felt like hell, being in the presence of a dead woman always made him feel uncomfortable. But he had to stay calm, if either of them got excited it would make both of them look guilty. "She would have been dead before she even realized she had been stabbed. . . I'm sorry. . . My name's Kheldar Devaentar. . . We found her like this." Kheldar looks up at one of the giant, moving trees and almost suppresses a shiver. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Duilya12-29-03, 10:46 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya sits away from the rest of the group listening to what her shadow had seen up ahead. Apparently a third path existed before them, hidden in between the other two paths the party had seen. When Duilya learns that this center path leads directly outside, her amethyst eyes light up with hope and she bounds towards the others. All> Guys!!! Guys!!! You'll never guess what!!! My shadow Buddy just found the way out of here!!! Now we can. . . Duilya pauses for a moment and watches the others feasting. Elvina sure had conjured up a yummy looking meal. It would be rude not to sit down enjoy it with her, but the pink haired elf wanted nothing more than to be as far away from the dark cave as possible! She also wanted to start looking for the others and continue with her other task. All> . . .Ummm. . .Now we can. . .finish Elvina's delicious meal and know that we'll be out of here soon! Isn't that great? HEY! Is this mine? Duilya stares curiously at the glass of sweet scented wine Chan Ting had poured her. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-29-03, 11:37 PM | Chan Ting nods to the youngster, and as he does, the movement of his head causes the knife from his chain to spring out again. He returns to struggling with it, trying to breake it off of the chain, but he obviously lacks the brawn to do so. Eventually he wraps a few other links of the chain around it and pulls. Luckily it breakes, at long last. He cuts the brain, and is about to open the bloody fabric, but then notices another cup is unclaimed and stops, looking around. "w-Wherrr is the m-Masterrr?" |
| Gene_Kynes12-30-03, 12:31 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif As he lands from the leap, his cloaks swirls before rejoining him at the neck gently...crushed bird feathers fluttering from it's strangled victim. Sheathing the blade, Gene sighed. "Khaira." He simply gained her attention..then glared, before looking up to the sky for more of the creatures. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Likes his women how he likes his coffee" Quigley. |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-30-03, 01:14 AM | Lucky looked at the dead body and freaked “Wait me tree friends and lovely new Dryad, um Daughter? Of the other, well ye see we um found the woman like this and and and um I put the blanket on to keep her warm. Ya that be it! and Kheldar um knife be um and he be touching yer mother all over, um because um?” Lucky looks at Kheldar. “Well Kheldar I know I said I was the brains and ye be the muscle but! um but can ye help me explain why thy knife is there?”:uh-huh: |
| Kheldar Devaentar12-30-03, 04:55 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar's face turns bright red! "T-touching her all over!?! Ya make it sound like I'm a pervert when you say it like that! I was looking for a bloody wound! . . And why have we decided to call the dagger "Kheldar's Knife? Lucky!! If brains was gold, all the other Leprechauns would kill themselves laughing at your pot!" Kheldar stops himself and quickly looks back at the young, dark haired Dryad. Oh dear, It looks like today is gonna be a lot like yesterday. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Elvina12-30-03, 06:49 AM | Elvina, sitting a little aways from the rest, decides it's time to tell Myranthor's fib. "He told me he was going back to search for the others. Said he's catch up with us soon." She then goes back to eating. o O(Lucky they can't see my face or they'd know that was a bold face lie. I hope Myran's finding some usefully information.) |
| kulideb12-30-03, 06:54 AM | The elf went over to the three gnomes. "Hey, you guys OK?" |
| ruthia12-30-03, 06:57 AM | Jungle: Yes all the animals are dead. Now you can clearly see what they are ((Hint Hint Hint Khaira.)) Tunnel: Enjoys a nice peacefully lunch in the dark, but no sign of Myranthor. |
| Agudo Archmage12-30-03, 09:40 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/donnaburson/po_morgan08_lg.jpg The trees marched closer and closer, looking from the cold body of the protector; too the strange little Leprechaun and the shifty human. “You came back! After we tried to get you human, why?” They shake their leaves as their tree heads, keep looking from their beloved protector to Kheldar. “Assassin!” The young daughter of the Dryad, holds her hand up and walks very close to the two murders. “So tell me O so innocent manling why have you returned after my…my…” Tears come to her eyes. “Mother, had the trees chase you away?” Its obvious she thinks the two un-lucky adventurers killed her mother. But she wants to know why. |
| Myranthor12-30-03, 09:49 AM | An invisible smirk appeared on my visage, yet it was for no one to see. When Chan Ting fought with his chain, i placed my body in a standing, comfortable position, using the souind he did as a coverture for the noise that may awaken their mefiance. I didn't know wy, but I preferred to remain in the shadows, where I could see without being seen, hit without being hit. My improvised ally, however, was not of an incredible help. By calling for a period of rest, for the whole group, she prevented us from approaching our goal, she delayed the time when anyone worth not trusting would discover his vile visage of his cloak of subterfuge. Every minute spent her, looking at them eat, was a minute lost, one minute chewed on my spell's already thin duration. I knew that, from the casting, I had less than two hoursof invisibility. What remained now? |
| Duilya12-30-03, 05:07 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif All> He's gone!?!? Duilya frantically turns around trying to see where Myranthor had disappeared to. Where had he gone? Duilya never heard him leave. . . All> B. . .but. . .Now there's even less of us around! Doesn’t he know that it's safer to travel in large groups? What if something should happen to him? Or us? Duilya looks worriedly down the corridors, almost expecting some bizarre creature to attack them. All> I hope he returns soon. . .I just don't feel comfortable moving ahead without him. . . Duilya lowers her gaze back to the drink Chan Ting had poured her and lifts it up with a trembling hand. The girl had to admit, despite her fear, she was pretty thirsty, and the purple elf had been very kind to pour her a glass of such a lovely scented liquid. She wondered what it was. It had to be good if it tasted anything like how it smelled! Through with inspecting the beverage, Duilya guzzles down the wine much like how a kid would drink a soda. The unexpected 'kick' of the alcohol causes the poor girl to drop her glass and release a strangled choke. Quickly placing a hand against her chest, the child remains absolutely still for a few moments doing nothing except softly breathing. That drink had felt odd to Duilya. . .like nothing the girl had ever tasted before. However, as strange as the flovour was. . .it wasn't bad. . . Raising her head to look at the bottle of wine, a wild smile spreads across the child's face. Then, putting on the most innocent and well-mannered expression she could muster, Duilya smiles and picks up her dropped glass, holding it up to Chan Ting. Chan Ting> Can I have another please? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai12-31-03, 01:07 AM | Chan Ting absent-mindedly refilled the glass, and returned to eating, he seemd disturbed by the presumed distance from his summoner. ~ Master? The single word felt like a wisper in Myranthor's head, but in none else's, unless someone was actively seeking to read the purple fellow's thoughts. Fear was mixed within it, like that of an abandoned child. |
| Lucky Leprechaun12-31-03, 09:38 PM | Lucky was flabbergasted at the verbal attack by Kheldar. :uh-huh: Not the words as much, as the fact that Kheldar was able to come up with something so funny. :P “Now me tall roguish friend ye be to quick with thy jabs. I not be accusing thee of the murder of this Dryad. I just be wanting yer fine and now I see sly verbal response.” Lucky pointed at Kheldar with his thumb, as he talked with the black dressed daughter Dryad. “Who new he be so funny, I thought he be slow at the top and me the quick brained one” The Dryad didn’t care; she wanted to know why they came back. “Why we came back? Well ye see, um” He looks at Kheldar. “Ok do we teller her the truth or run?” |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-02-04, 10:55 PM | . . . |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-03-04, 12:05 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar stands there, almost in absolute shock at the Leprechaun. "Lucky! That mouth of yours is going to get us deeper and deeper in trouble! We don't need to lie! We haven't done anything wrong! Telling the truth isn't going to hurt us." Kheldar thinks about that for a while longer. Well, it wont hurt us too much any way. Kheldar looks up at the young Dryad, with some sympathy in his eyes. "I can't tell you why we murdered your mother, simply because we didn't - and it was never our intention to kill her." Kheldar nervously glances up at the giant trees - he somehow doubted they believed him. "Your tree friends heard me threaten your mother. . . She. . . she wanted to eat this Leprechaun here. At that point I didn't know the little fellow. . . but the thought of her crunching on his bones sent a shiver down my spine so I tried to scare her off by threatening her. . . She didn't take it too well and summoned these trees to attack us." Kheldar still remembered how hard their bark skin was. "Ahem-* After peaceful negotiations failed we fled to safety. Once we were safe, however, it dawned on me that I still was lost in an unfamiliar land - I'm not from around here you see - So we returned to your mother with a scheme to make her friendly towards us. Uummmm. . . well, you know how magic can have that effect on people. . . We thought if she was friendly towards us we could ask her some questions to help us find our way around this place. . . And, of course, on our return trip to her we found her like this. . ." Kheldar frowns. "You heard me speak the words myself. . . I never wanted this to happen to her. . . In fact, I wish I could bring her back. . . But my magic isn't that powerful. . . Any way, I can see your upset - would you like us to go? . . There's nothing I can do, and I don't want to bombard you with a lot of questions. . ." Kheldar takes a step back and once again looks towards the advancing trees. "But, if it's not too much to ask, could you please stop your friends from pounding us into jelly?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Agudo Archmage01-03-04, 12:31 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/kharzeths/SoU_heurodis2_lg.jpg The Dryad stood for a moment, considering the words of these slick-talking thugs. Then she smiled in a sly way herself. The dead body slimed away into the cracks, and the Dryad gave a devilish smile once more. “You two are my favorites so far, out of all my pets” She then walks up to Kheldar and slowly rubs his chest. “Didn’t you wonder why your magic glasses didn’t pick any thing up? Yes I can smell your magic and its abilities… But that didn’t tell you how made all this….” She lets out a hellish laugh….. “Haven’t you heard of the old phrase, out of the frying pan and into the fire?” She stops laughing and just licks her lips. “Your being digested Kheldar” She lets that thought radial around in his head, as she looks at Lucky. “And yes you my pretty green mouse, led him to me.” She says this and bends down and pats his small leprechaun head. But then looks deeply in the eyes of the rouge. “Don’t you want me to answer the questions in your head Kheldar? You know the one I mean, by that your being digested as we speak….come now ask me?” She laughs some more as Kheldar can feel pain in his head, as if some thing is diging in his brain. The Dryad seems to change as well but not by magic. |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-03-04, 05:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar forces his hands to stay at his side and not grab onto his head. . . he felt dizzy, and in pain. . . Today was definitely beginning to feel a lot like yesterday! He looks up at the dryad and offers a weak smile. "M-maybe you could just answer one question. . . You said we're being digested. . . how is that? If this is the stomach of a dragon, it's a lot. . . more roomy than I thought. . ." Kheldar patiently awaits the Dryad's answer. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Agudo Archmage01-04-04, 12:06 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/kharzeths/SoU_heurodis2_lg.jpg The thing! No longer a Dryad just gave an evil look, then started circling Kheldar “Think about it my pet, when you saved Lucky…. Or should I say squashed him” She gives off a sick laugh. “You touched him….And that’s when you touched me…Your not in a stomach….I am in you. A plague an infection….Those with medical knowledge would tell you I am a parasite that has now infected your brain….” The thing liked its lips. “I am inside you… My kind live off the mental power… of sly people… such as yourself. Slowly you imagine things reveling your darkest secrets…. even Leetah…. That you had for gotten…so…long…ago! “Don’t worry… I like you Kheldar and even you Lucky my green mouse. I shall feast on you for months, before I find a new host…… The sad thing for you is that people will just think your both mad talking to yourselves… But we know the truth don’t we…. “ (OOC And that’s what it looks like for anyone walking by seeing Lucky and Kheldar talking to know one fighting with know one…. What will become of them will the CO-DM leave them mad forever…..Teeheee…) :smirk: :looloo: :drool: |
| Savael01-04-04, 11:29 AM | All> Guys!!! Guys!!! You'll never guess wha- Oh, wont we? My shadow Buddy just found the way out of here!!! Great... Savael swallowed the last of the contents of his cup, picked up his backpack and rose to his feet. So Myranthor had disappeared had he? Taken off to search for the others? Well stuff him then, stuff him skills and stuff his company. They had got themselves this far and it wasn’t that much farther to go now. He pushed the empty cup back to its owner, Chan Ting. He seemed disturbed somehow, distant almost... What was he? Who was he? Savael didn’t really have a clue and it gnawed at him. He had pointy ears and something like a sing-song accent to his voice, what more was there to know? He was an elf. Albeit a mighty strange elf even by his standards, all that purple colour... It didn’t look right. But who was he to wonder? Oh heck, not him at least. He turned to the reminder of the group, putting on one of his better smiles and spoke. “Very well friends, this is where my limited knowledge of these tunnels end and plain uncertainty sets inn. My apologies for not being able to lead you any further” he hesitated a bit before continuing “apart from that, I believe compliments are in order for the master of this meal. Elvina. You have my thanks at least for administering to us weary travelers” He made a short bow in Elvinas general direction and hefted his backpack into a better position. If they could just get going now, things would be working out just nicely. |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-04-04, 05:07 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Things weren't working out nicely. . . Kheldar had half-hoped he was surrounded in an illusion. . . And that his enemy was a physical target he could effect. . . This was definitely not the case, and no matter how he fought it, panic was starting to set in. At least some things were starting to make sense. . . Some things were, but other things weren't. Like that girl with the long blonde hair. . . Kheldar supposed that's who Leetah was suppose to be. . . Who was she? Why was this parasite trying to make him fall in love with her? . . That wasn't important! Right now he had to think of a way to get this thing out of his mind! But how carefully could he plan in his head? Could it hear what he was thinking? Hello - you in there? If you can pull imaginary women out of my mind, then can you also hear my surface thoughts? Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Duilya01-04-04, 11:21 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif Duilya finished the second drink even faster than the first one! And then the third drink went down rather quickly as well, as did the fourth drink, and the fifth one. . . Wobbling back and forth ever so slightly, Duilya picks herself up and begins to walk towards Elvina. She also wanted to thank the woman for creating such a fine meal. . .not that she could remember actually eating any of it. . .but it was nice of the elf to make the food for her all the same. Elvina> Thank you so much Miss!!! That was really really Great!!! What was it again? I can't remember. . .Oh well. . .Thank you so much! I think it was tasty Duilya suddenly fumbles to the ground. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina01-04-04, 11:27 PM | After eating her brief meal Elvina walks ahead of the group to look at the tunnel ahead. She spots the tunnel split easy enough and turns to ask Duilya which is the way out. "There's diffently clean air moving here. Which one do the shadows say is the way out Duilya?" Just then Duilya falls to the ground. "DUILYA!" Rushing over, Elvina kneels next to the girl. "How many of those did you drink? Are you ok? Here eat this." Elvina fumbles through her pockets for something she has been carring for a while. She brings out a thin wafer and presses it into the childs mouth. o O(Thank the gods I didn't use all this last time I helped Kulideb clean out all the drunks at her tavern. Hopefully it will clear some of the effects of the drink off.....) |
| Khaira01-05-04, 09:40 AM | Putting her bow away, she shifts her off-hand sword to her other hand, walking over to one of the bodies of one of the bird-like creatures. She bends down, turning it over as she looks at it briefly. After a moments' observation, she stands up and looks around her, a look of surprise and...anticipation? read on her face. She then turns to face Gene, and then Kulideb. "My fellow comrades - there is only one place that these ... creatures, could exist...Pern. I remember now - I was here for the..." She trails off, her memories leading her back to that time and she seems to clench her fists at the memory. "Yes, this is Pern." |
| ruthia01-05-04, 03:48 PM | ...And yes Khaira's memory of the place proves true. For just on that moment yet another creature of Pern makes it's way over the group. A small dragon-like creature fles at Khaira, chiters angerly and dissappears without a trace...... |
| kulideb01-05-04, 04:06 PM | The gnomes seemed ok if a little quiet. Kulideb made her way over to Gene and Khaira. "Pern!" Kulideb said a bit shocked. |
| Gene_Kynes01-05-04, 04:10 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "Pern?" His blade is holstered, his arms crossed. "Is everyone alright? Where're the gnomes?" Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Was raised by a cup of coffee" Quigley |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-05-04, 04:41 PM | Chan Ting darts to catch Dulya, but misses by an inch, and thus she does fall. "Purrhaps letting herr frree access to the drrrink was an mistkae of mine. I shall trry chanting the spirrits out of herr... howeverr rrandom the rresults may prrove." The purple elfloid only acomplishes as much as opening his mouth and letting out a single split tone. His gags, as a fountain of distilled alcohol coming from the middle of the girl's body hits his face. Hopefully, the unplesent side effect is just that, and she will indeed be cleared of alcohol in the process. |
| Khaira01-05-04, 10:11 PM | She ducks as the dragon-like creature comes flying over her head. She gazes up as the lizard flies over, a grim, but sure, look on her face. "Without a doubt, this is Pern. I am 100% sure of it. I remember those damned firelizards from last time....But if that's the case, and we're on Pern...where are the rest of the group?" |
| Jerado01-05-04, 11:23 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado marveled at his fourth completed soul gem. The screaming spirit that was once trapped inside had long since perished - now the gem just gleamed evilly in the dim light. . . Four gems completed, only four left to go until he could begin the ceremony. . . Jerado could feel himself getting excited! He would begin work on the fifth gem immediately! May the gods have mercy on the soul that tried to interrupt him! Knock - Knock * * * Jerado and Jerado alone walked back to the entrance of his tower, he was not impressed. The three guards stationed at his tower entrance quivered in fear as the evil mage approached. "Umm, sir. . . what happened to Will?" Jerado snarled "I FIRED him! What's all the fuss down here about? It had better be important!" "Y-yes sir! Your ally has brought you more gifts. I-in appreciation of the alliance sir. W-w-where should we put them?" Jerado blinked, his anger wiped completely off his face. "More of them, you say? By all means bring one in and lets have a look at it." The two guards that hadn't mustered enough courage to speak to their master hurriedly left the tower and returned with a female body locked completely in heavy armor. As her body clanged against the hard ground Jerado could begin to sense the high density of magic in her arms and armor. . . This woman had been someone special. The seal on her chest said she was from Waterdeep. Jerado smiled. "Waterdeep must be missing their paladins. . . I can't believe the insane fool was able to find more of them. Pile them up by the door over there, you'll have to wait for the Cauldron to finish with the bodies I've already put in. Be sure to remove anything valuable from the bodies before doing another load." The entrance guards nodded and began sliding in heavy bodies. Jerado watched their progress for a while. Just before he left he noticed something strange attached to one of the broken bodies. A note. With a flick of his wrist the note detached itself from the body and easily flew into Jerado's hand. As Jerado read it a look of horror spread across his face. "Ms. Frost! Where is she? I have to stop her!!!" And with that the evil wizard disappeared in a plume of red smoke. The note floated to the ground. As one guard dragged an Elven body across the floor he looked down at the note and shrugged. It didn't say very much and it didn't seem to make any sense. DON'T KILL THEM! Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-06-04, 01:18 AM | “Kheldar me pall what be happening?” Lucky wasn’t feeling all that Lucky right about now. “Tell me it tis a trick of the banshee! I no want to die of the plague.” He shakes his head. “I should of known it be to good to find a bottle of whisky in the forest. I thought it taste a wee bit funny. But Khledar ye have to understand I thought it was some Dwarf who clumsily lost his drink in the dark forest. Tis a shame to let it goto waste so I drank what I found” He starts to cry. “Now though and me is cursed” weep: :bigeyes: :weep: |
| Semon01-06-04, 10:04 PM | Dodging in and out of the strange trees on this strange world, Semon tries his hardiest not to glance up, not to see his death coming. But it is coming, on great golden wings with firey breath. Next to him, a stranger also runs from this death. Panting from their excertions, they search together for shelter from this common enemy, though they no not each other. He glances over at her. Long blond hair, small in stature, yet she seems to be able to run an endless distance. And that is a good thing, if they want to get out of this alive. The forest explodes around them, throwing them to the ground as the trees erupt in fire around them. Quickly standing, helping the other to her feet, they take off running again. Semon shivers as he hears the dragon's roar of delight above him. He relizes it's only a matter of time before the dragon swoops down to kill them both....... |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-08-04, 02:25 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Lucky's voice sounded distant. . . Kheldar understood the just of what the Leprechaun was saying, but he couldn't remember the the actual word's the Leprechaun spoke. The parasite never did answer his question about whether or not it could hear his surface thoughts. . . It just seemed to be playing with his mind, changing the reality he saw with the realities it wanted him to see. Leetah, a precious girl that he couldn't remember. . . the parasite was teaching him about her. . . about her beauty and gentle spirit. . . Kheldar wanted to fight back the lessons. . . But his mind felt dominated. . . Then again, the lessons weren't so bad. . . "I wish I could actually see her. . ." Kheldar's eyes focus on Lucky. "Lucky! Maybe I should thank the Gods your not a nymph! After all, a nymph couldn't satisfy my desires at the moment. . . I caught you fair and square didn't I? I believe this means I'm entitled to three wishes. . . And I think I know exactly what I want my first wish to be!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leenaria The Pixie01-08-04, 02:41 AM | http://www.stmatthewlgv.org/images/poppypixie.jpg A pixie appears in front of Kheldar's face, she smiles happily to him, "Let my husband go or else!" She fluttered happily and landed on his nose. |
| Duilya01-08-04, 02:42 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portduilya.gif "DUILYA!" . . .Uuughhh. . . "How many of those did you drink? Are you ok? Here eat this." . . .Eat? But I already ate. . .It wa-MMHP!!! The child's train of thought gets abruptly interrupted as a thin wafer is shoved into her mouth. The thing was rather tasteless, but Duilya ate it all the same. Her head felt a little less 'light' afterwards. Elvina> Mmmmm. . .Thanks Miss. . .Ummmm. . .I feel weird. . .Like there's a million bee's buzzing in my head. . .My tummy also feels strange. . .Like a big stream of water is. . .shooting. . .out. . .of. . .my. . . Duilya stares at her stomach. A steady stream of liquid was gushing out of her. . . . All> AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! WHAT HAPPENED!?!? I'M LEAKING!!! THERE MUST BE A CRACK IN ME!!! Duilya grabs her black cape and wraps it around her stomach, but the fluid still continued to pour out. All> MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP!!! I DON'T WANT TO DRY UP!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Panicking, Duilya starts running around randomly clutching onto her stomach. Nothing seemed to be stopping the clear liquid from leaving her! The Shadow Dancer's shadow stares at the scene with horror in it's eyes! What had these people done to her!? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-08-04, 03:00 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar shifts his gaze from Lucky to the fairy on his nose. "Now, now - We can BOTH marry your husband!" Kheldar blinks and looks quite taken a back. Did he just say what he thought he said?!? He furiously shakes his head, in a desperate attempt to straighten everything out in his mind. . . or maybe to get the fairy off his nose! "Ugh! Lucky! Can you grant me my three wishes or not!?" Kheldar starts batting at his nose. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia01-08-04, 10:15 AM | OOC: Now Now Leenaria. It's not nice to jump in without asking. But since your here, Welcome! Oh and Lucky is ((Ruffles through pages)) Currently being eaten by some sort of monster along with Kheldar. Have fun. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-08-04, 10:32 AM | {{OOC: Chrys, I already inclueded the miscasting effect, there's no need to lead CM's... errr... i mean CT's spell even further awry!}} |
| ruthia01-08-04, 10:38 AM | Quathmoir, Chris didn't change the side affect from the spell any, he just detailed Duilya's reaction to it. *Looks at post again* It's looks like the normal over reaction of a little girl to me. *Shrug* |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-08-04, 09:28 PM | {{OOC: It was supposed to drain the alcohol from her body, not all the fluids it may hold. There's no way half a bottle of wyne would provide a steady stream of alcohol for an entire minute, which is the shortest time it could possibly take Dulya to do all the listed running-around and screaming. Still, not wanting to disrupt the ICness, i'll stop the OOCing now. I'll IC in the morning when my fingers can actually hit ever key from the first attempt, not the fourth as they do now.}} |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-08-04, 10:44 PM | Lucky was feeling Lucky again, his woman came to save him. “Tis a grand day indeed not only is my love Pixie here, but Kheldar tisnt just muscle; but can be squishing an idea out of his head.” Lucky does a jig and a dance then smiles. “Thy words, tis true as me Pixie is me wife.” He thinks then laughs. “Ok me friend whats yer first wish?”:cool: |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-08-04, 11:52 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar's brain stung like a million bees were swarming inside his head. . . Lucky, on the other hand, appeared to be fine. . . Didn't the parasite say she was in both their heads? That she was going to feast on them? Now Lucky was dancing without a care in the world and Kheldar couldn't think straight! . . Maybe the loopy Leprechaun didn't have any material for the parasite to work with. . . Kheldar frowned, that wasn't a nice thought. . . Was it his? What was he thinking? He didn't remember. He looks over to the love of Lucky's life, quite astonished that she was still there. "You-your real?" Kheldar studied the pixie a little longer. He doubted that she would be very impressed with him. "Oh, I'm sorry - I thought you were an igment of my fimagination. . . Wait. . . Umm. . . Eerrr. . . You didn't see a haired blonde pretty girl just walk by just now did you? Cuz I thought that was fake too. . . but. . ." Talking felt complicated. . . Perhaps Kheldar should just get to the point. . . "Ahem-* Well it doesn't matter if she's real or not. . . Lucky! For my first wish I-*" All Kheldar could see in his head was Leetah. Leetah, Leetah, Leetah, Leetah, Leetah, Leetah, a dancing Leprechaun and a pixie. . . And Leetah "I wish before me there was a young girl, about 19. Pretty face, long, blonde hair, shimmering blue eyes. . ." Kheldar goes on to describe Leetah as best he can from the visions the parasite was bombarding him with. ". . . But, I don't want there to be any soul inside the body, or any intelligence. . . Give me the body, and all the organs - but nothing else! After all, I've never really met this girl before and I don't want to meet her now. I'm only interested in her body - understand me?" Kheldar gave Lucky a dead serious look, then immediately started laughing. It didn't sound like the rogue's laugh at all though, it sounded like another laugh that was just escaping between his lips. "Well, Lucky! Don't keep me waiting!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-09-04, 02:07 PM | The little leprechaun was suprisede at Kheldars open unbridle lust for a blond woman. “Leetah Ye say?” He looks on at his wife Pixie, some what embarrassed. “Sorry me love I be trying to resist, but he did catch me and I, I , I,” Lucky couldn’t control it any longer, the magic started to pop out of him. He was jumping up and down red in the face, as sparks flew. The POP a naked woman! It was Leetah! But she had no brain or soul. Lucky pants heavily wipes his brow. Then hands Kheldar Leetahs Brain in a jar, and her soul in a diamond. “Tis not easy given ye what thy lustful heart wanted, but thy wish is my command. It took all I had, not to kill Leetah, she was a strong one.” Lucky stops talking then looks up at Kheldar. “I know yer wanting a woman, not to talk back! But trust me, tis better with a brain inside them.” :rolleyes: |
| kulideb01-09-04, 03:24 PM | The elf nudged one of the dead birds with her boot. "Do you think they are edible?" |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-09-04, 06:20 PM | "I shall have to abstine from manipulating events with my song for as long as this coolidance persists..." Chan Ting's face expressed grief, probably cause by the voiced realization, as he wiped the alcohol from his face with his robes' sleeve, witha movement greately resembling a cat washing itself. To the invisible mage, however, the truth is clearly seen as if he was looking deliberately into Chan Ting's soul: The purple critter has no intention to stop his attempts at supernatural melodies; he actually believes the magical chaos to be his haven... |
| Khaira01-09-04, 09:10 PM | Originally posted by kulideb The elf nudged one of the dead birds with her boot. "Do you think they are edible?" She looks around, examining her surroundings, recognition registering on her expression. She turns around to Kulideb at her question. "Who knows...but how are you going to cook them? An open fire and risk more dangerous creatures appearing? I'll stick to my rations, myself, but if ye feel so inclined, I shall not stop ye." She looks farther down the path, nodding southwesternly. "This is our path...I don't wish to linger her longer than I must. If neither of ye have any business, let's go...if my memory is correct...there was kidn of settlement around here... Gene- you still alive o'er there? The sight of those birds didn't paralyze ye, did it? The sooner we get moving, the sooner we're outta here." |
| kulideb01-10-04, 06:23 AM | Kulideb rubbed her arm, the tingling feeling was getting worse again. Khaira was right, they couldn't stay here. She looked through her pack, cheese, bread, apples she closed her pack up and sighed some how the thought of the food in her pack just didn't seem so satisfing. She looked over to the gnomes. "Hey! you three are you comming?" |
| Savael01-11-04, 09:53 AM | Savael watched the events unfold around him with little more than a grin on his face. Pointy-ears... he hadn’t known to be so entertaining with regards to alcohol. But regardless of how entertaining they could be they had to get going eventually, the gloom of these tunnels were really starting to get to him. He cleared this throat “Umm, excuse me everyone, but shouldn’t we all get a move on soon? Unless anyone of you wish to wait here for your exploring friend to return I suggest we make our way onwards as soon as possible” He watched the others, uncertainly “unless of course... anyone has any objections to it” OOC: Sorry for the slow posting everyone... |
| Elvina01-11-04, 12:55 PM | Elvina looks astonished as Duilya seems to become an elvin fountain, though a very little one. Then Percev suggest they get moving. She looks back at the two tunnels in front of them and says to Duilya again. "Duilya, if your calmed down enough, please tell us which tunnel is the way out." Elvina stands again and walks towards the tunnels, looking at each, waiting to be told where to go. o O(Please let us get out of here safetly, I have a bad feeling about this.) |
| Star Bright01-11-04, 01:10 PM | Originally posted by Semon Dodging in and out of the strange trees on this strange world, Semon tries his hardiest not to glance up, not to see his death coming. But it is coming, on great golden wings with firey breath. Next to him, a stranger also runs from this death. Panting from their excertions, they search together for shelter from this common enemy, though they no not each other. He glances over at her. Long blond hair, small in stature, yet she seems to be able to run an endless distance. And that is a good thing, if they want to get out of this alive. The forest explodes around them, throwing them to the ground as the trees erupt in fire around them. Quickly standing, helping the other to her feet, they take off running again. Semon shivers as he hears the dragon's roar of delight above him. He relizes it's only a matter of time before the dragon swoops down to kill them both....... Fear, termendouse fear is the driving force of her running. She looks over at the stranger who had saved her live from the dragon. Appearing out of nowhere this dog like creature had distracted the dragon long enough for the two of them to run away. But like all dragons on this planet, she wasn't going to let them get away that easy. Setting the woods on fire several times had forced Star and the strange to the ground. Each time the stranger helped her up, she had to remeber to thank him if they make it out of this alive.... o O(I better make it out of this alive. I must, for my Husband...) |
| Drindin01-11-04, 05:52 PM | The gnomes nervously follow kulideb, coming out of hiding. Finally. |
| Khaira01-11-04, 10:32 PM | Khaira looks back to the birds, motioning to Kulideb to wait just and goes back to examine the "birds" again. A look of confusion crosses her face for but a moment, and she smacks her head. Clearly, Khaira has a "Duh!" moment. She finally walks back to Kulideb, smirking. "I...must've mistaken those creatures for somethign else. yes, they are edible. A good source of food. However, I stick by my previous statement of advice...unless you can create and invisible fire with which to cook them in, we should probably just keep on moving... Turning around, she eyes Gene, who doesn't *seem* to have any apparent wounds. "Is he dead?" |
| Duilya01-12-04, 03:40 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Elvina> Calmed down enough!?!? How can I be calm!? I've sprung a leak!!! I. . . Duilya stops running around to show Elvina her plight, but when she goes to examine her stomach again the 'fountain' had vanished! Elvina> What!? But. . .but I could of swore. . . Duilya stares at her tummy for a few more seconds, and then turns to check her back, and then her sides, and knees, and elbows. . . Elvina> But. . .Where'd it go!? It was just here. . .I know I saw it. . . Duilya continues to inspect her entire body for the leak until she can feel the impatience of the rest of the group growing. Blushing, the elf stops her search and hops towards the two tunnels. An empty bottle of wine lied on the ground where she used to be. All> Okay. . .My shadow said there's another path between these two somewhere. . .I'm just not exactly sure where. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb01-12-04, 05:21 AM | "No, I guess you are right Khaira." the small elf said still rubbing at her arm. She was glad to see that the gnomes had come out of hiding. "Well, I guess we carry on following the path then?" |
| Gene_Kynes01-13-04, 04:34 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene sighed, faintly. "If everyone's alright...we'll continue on. And..I...wouldn't recommend eating...that, Kuli. Really, really wouldn't recommend eating that." A smirk is faintly visible, as he heads along the path he was following...until the attack. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "Buy my fine line of cosmetics now, or men will never find you attractive" Quigley. P.S.: That wasn't as hard as I expected. But I still so totally posted, with no reminders or irrebukable evidence of neglect. Nope. |
| Jerado01-13-04, 09:24 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif The angry fire lizard flew away from Gene and his party of heroes. Far, far away to the tower where it's master awaited her. Ms. Frost patiently waited on one of the high balconies of Jerado's tower. She grinned as she saw her messenger approach her, but that grin quickly became a frown when she read the message across the little fire lizard's face. "So, the birds didn't work? That's not entirely surprising. . . It's difficult to make challenging encounters when you don't know what you're dealing with. . . Perhaps a dragon would be better suited for them." Ms. Frost looks towards the Horizon, to where her enemies dwelled. "And so a fierce, Great Black Wyrm flew towards the party of adventurers, with the intent to feast on their flesh and leave none of them alive!" A deafening shriek bellowed from behind Ms. Frost. As she continued to look towards the horizon a massive black dragon flew overhead, towards it's destined meal. It's gargantuan wings kicked up a trail of dirt behind it, and crushed some of the smaller trees. A poof of red smoke appeared behind Ms. Frost and Jerado quickly stepped out of it. "Ms. Frost what was tha-?" Jerado saw the Black Dragon flying away from his tower. "Ms. Frost! You have to stop that thing!" Ms. Frost curiously looked behind her shoulder. "Jerado, a cat doesn't stop playing with it's mouse until it's dead." "Ms. Frost! We're to keep the invaders alive until further notice! That thing has to go! Ms. Frost hymph'd "There's nothing I can do about it now. I can't just unsummon the thing, that would make my world unbelievable and upset my audience." "Who are you trying to impress!? Jerado quickly looked towards the black dragon, it was far away but still clearly visible from it's size. "This is very upsetting Ms. Frost. . . Dragon Strike!" Jerado pointed towards the sky, straight above the black dragon. Above the black dragon the clouds begin to turn blood red and swirl around into one giant spiral. A small horde of Red Dragons fly out of the center of the spiral, and begin wreathing the black dragon in flames. An epic battle is waged in the sky, too far away to appreciate each separate move. In the end the Black Dragon falls lifelessly to the ground, taking 3 Red Dragons with it. The ground shakes like an earthquake when the dragons smash into it and even in Jerado and Ms. Frost can feel it far atop their tower. The 7 victorious Red Dragon cheer and fly back up, into the sky. Ms. Frost made a vexed sound. "You had no right to!-*" "Ms. Frost! I had every right in the world to do what I just did. I expect you to obey my wishes. . . I didn't summon you here to wipe your nose. . . I don't want any more trouble out of you!" As Jerado left the balcony he could hear Ms. Frost growling. . . She wasn't the only one who was upset. Summoning those dragons took a lot of resources that Jerado had not meant to use. As he made his way back to his study an illusionary image appeared in front of his face. It as one of his agents. Kanzeil, an experienced cleric with a special assignment. . . Yet another one of Jerado's special projects. "Jerado! What are you thinking? Leetah is not ready! She has much to learn still. . . Why did you take her away from me?" Jerado blinked at the image. Leetah was missing? This was doing very little to improve his mood. "Kanzeil, I've done nothing to Leetah. . . Perhaps you've allowed her to escape? She had better not suspect anything! I've put a lot of faith in you Kanzeil. . . Find Leetah at all costs! Do not message me again until she is found. . . If I don't hear from you within a week, I'll send on of my agents to deal with you personally." Kanzeil made a disgusted face over Jerado's accusation. "She doesn't suspect a thing, and I doubt she's escaped. All the clothes she was wearing are lying right here in the middle of the chap-*" Jerado dispelled the message, he had had quite enough of his lackeys for one day. . . Maybe he would give Kanzeil just 3 days. . . and after that send an agent. __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-14-04, 02:41 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar's laughter came out even louder at the sight of a naked Leetah in front of him! Things couldn't be more perfect! Things couldn't get any worse! "AH HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA! Lucky! I didn't ask for the actual Leetah! I just wanted something that looked like her! But how good of you to. . ." Kheldar grasped his head. . . He needed this parasite out! But he had to keep it inside his head until everything was set up! "N--No! Lucky. . . I can't use her. . . Not the real one. . . I need a copy. . . Dammit, I should have said a copy! And I need the brain inside her head. . ." Kheldar looked at the naked girl in front of him. She really was beautiful, and had a weird sort of resemblance to his deceased fiancee. . . So this girl really did exist. . . And Kheldar had been fortunate enough to know her at one point. . . "Damn, talk about a perfectly good waste of wishes. . . But I can't. . . can't proceed with her. . . Even though my head can think of all sorts of fun thi-* AAuugh! take her back! Lucky I wish for you to undo everything my last wish just did! Ya understand?" A look of regret crossed Kheldar's face as the words left his mouth. . . with only one wish remaining he doubted he could do what he wanted to do. . . some how he'd have to think of another way. . . some how. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia01-14-04, 09:13 AM | Gene's group see's or hears nothing that happened with that Black dragon.... Though they do feel the earth shake when the four animals fall to the ground ((Great info there....I'll be using those dragon bodies in the future :smirk: )) But for them the path seems to go on and on without any end, meandering through the jungle at a steady pace. As they go Futher into the jungle they can hear the roar of animals as they fight over some type of food..... Tunnel. Dispite all searching, no one can find the middle tunnel that Duilya's shadow insist is there. It is now a choice of two, which will you choose........ |
| Gene_Kynes01-14-04, 08:20 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif Gene's body lowered itself, almost hugging the ground as he tried to find the animals...trying to see what the source of their row was. Artwork Copyright © 2003 Christopher "My favorite online plan? Wait outside of non-PvP zones, right on the border...and kill the so-called roleplayers. Fah! Talking is for the weak!" Quigley. True quote. True quote* Not really.* |
| ruthia01-14-04, 08:36 PM | DM note :rolleyes: :rolleyes: |
| Blanc Thanatos01-14-04, 08:41 PM | (( Forgive if I use Teleportation Smerfing...but...erm...well, Blanc's a BBEG too! ;_; )) Soon...the clapping of gloved hands was heard behind Jerardo. "...bravo. Bravo. Many to defeat one of lesser quality, and you still...suffer losses? My, my, my, my...my." The man...indeed suited his name. Blanc Thanatos. White Death. His hair was utterly pale, being as white and innocent as freshly fallen snow...bright orange eyes being only faintly concealed by stray strands of the silky, straight hair. His clothing was immaculate yet practical, reminding the aged Jerardo of the clothing certain holy champions of Tyr wore many years ago, loose, white garments that could leave a signature as well as allow freedom of movement. Yet all holy symbols ahd been purged from the suit. "I cannot say I admire your styles, you smack your dogs and pawns, you forget the uses of throwing a friend to the wolves to let others escape. I...ponder my choice in sending you good corpses for reanimation, and their equipment...untouched." Blanc then snickers. "You're funny, you know. You don't give your dog enough credit." He gestured faintly to Ms.Frost's departure, Blanc himself now sitting against the railing. "She plays. But...a dragon? Honestly. And doesn't she know...the less sense things make, the more power they have over the trapped? Same case with the hells. Lava beside ice. Doesn't make sense, soon you think...nothing makes sense...and that's....the beauty of it all." Snicker. "Well, as you may or may not know, I'm a very busy man...yes, I shall go. Leave them still alive, and I'll consider offering...fitting gifts. You see, I understand those corpses were hardly of any use to you. With someone of your...all-mighty-ness-who-last-died-from-a-bloody-healing-spell-if-my-spells-do-not-fail-me is hardly stimulated by the offering of powerful warriors and equipment. Your caliber is all into artifacts and revenge these days, no?" A chuckle. "Right, right. Wasting time, and now time shall waste me. Au revoir, my deaf bat." And with a bow...the man dissapeared, after a waving tendril of bright blue energy struck him, appearing from the ground. Not as insane as hoped, perhaps. ((Once again, I'm sure Jerardo would make a pretty easy villian if everyone could teleport to him, easily. Well...er....monolithic evil? Eh? Eh? :P )) |
| Jerado01-14-04, 10:25 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif (( Forgive me if Jerado sounds like a jerk, I mean - he's only a stereotypical villain after all! :bigeyes: )) Jerado snorted as Thanatos left his tower. The man relished non-sense because he was full of it! Jerado couldn't tell whether the man was insane, ignorant, or both. It more than upset Jerado that Blanc knew he had been defeated in such a ridiculous way. . . But death was a minor set back to him. . . In the end his goals were met. The thorn in his side had been dealt with, the person who had casted the healing spell on him was being cared for by his wolves. . . if the damn idiot ever found her. . . and the tiny girl who had dealt the destructive blow to him was utterly annihilated. Any way, it didn't matter what Blanc thought. . . The man was completely insane. How in the world did he figure a Great Black Wyrm was of lesser quality than an adult Red Dragon? At times Blanc seemed to be the perfect marriage of logic and stupidity. But the corpses he was providing were expediting Jerado's plans. . . "All I need to do is complete four more. . . Four more and I could put an end to all of this. . ." Artwork illus. by Gordon R. Quigley, 2003 __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Duilya01-14-04, 10:25 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif You're sure it's here. . .right? The center path that leads outside? Yes. You're standing right in front of it. All of you are. I don't understand why you can't see it. Hmmmm. . . Duilya runs her hand along the cavern wall again, knocking on certain spots to see if a hollow area existed beyond them. The entire cavern surface seemed to be solid though. Nothing was making any sense. But you are sure a tunnel exists beyond this point? Yes. It leads directly out of here. So, if I shadow jumped a hundred feet forward I would be in this tunnel? From what I can see, yes. However, if you took another step forward, I would also see you in the tunnel. I see. . . Duilya takes a few steps away from the wall and stares at it nervously. A small bead of sweat slowly trails down the child's forehead. If she shadow jumped into a solid body of rock, she would experience a rather uncomfortable journey across the Astral Plane and be painfully tossed back into the Martial Plane. But, if she did in fact shadow jump into a tunnel that lead out of here, then perhaps she could find a way to open the path on the other side. All> Oooh. . .I wish Myranthor were here!!! Maybe he'd be able to figure this out! Anyway. . .I'm going to try shadow jumping beyond this wall to see if I can find the exit. It shouldn't hurt too much if I run into solid rock on the other side, at least, it shouldn't if I don't dive in too far. Are there any objections? Duilya gives a shaky look to everyone gathered around. It was clear that the child felt uneasy about jumping into the unknown. Uneasy. . .but not afraid. . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| kulideb01-15-04, 03:50 AM | The elf walked and walked. "Do you think this path will ever end." Just then she felt the ground shake, but it soon seemed to settle. The noise of animals fighting made her hand go to her sword and rest on its hilt. She kept looking round, just in case. |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-15-04, 04:10 PM | Lucky felt rather giddy at making Kheldar happy. “So this be how a Genie feels when she be granting wishes” He laughs with Kheldar. But then the tall thief of naked woman, wanted her to go back. “O’ me friend tis a shame, ye see the one thing that thou must under stand is that a Leprechaun can not undo yer wishes.” Lucky hops closer onto Kheldar shoulder. “Thy wish is permanent, that be part of the “Trick” of trapping a Leprechaun or some would say “Curse.” Now yer eyes can see why Genies are the ones told more in the stories in books. For they make it more easy on ye greedy mortals. Don’t worry me friend I will help thee, for I be Lucky, the Luckiest Leaprechaun of all!” With a jump and a hop, he pops Leetahs brain back in her head, with rather sickening slurping sound. As the jar plops the brain in her head. Slapping the scalp back on her pretty blond head, Lucky laughs. “Well what do ye know it worked! Only one problem with little Leetah brain, it has been traumatized, ye see. The goodnews for thee Kheldar is she won’t remember, all those times thy rascally rabbit cheated on her” Lucky stops shrugs his shoulders at Pixie. “Not that I be condoning his cheating, I need a naked girl heart, with no brain.” He turns to Kheldar. ‘But like I said she has her brain now and sooner or latter get her memory back. Tis a shame ye don’t wish her some cloths though” |
| Leetah01-16-04, 02:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif ". . .Mmmm. . ." With her brain finally reunited back in it's proper place, the young woman lying on the ground slowly begins to stir. A cool breeze blowing towards the north tossed the maiden's hair about and the long bristly grass tickled her flank and sides. Before Leetah could finish drawing her first breath, she instantly winces and reaches for her head. Her head hurt terribly! It felt like some had yanked her brain out, stuffed it into a tiny little container, and then carelessly tossed it back in! The loud argument of two nearby men did very little to ease the girl's headache. Their voices boomed like thunder! One sounded like it was coming from a wee little man with a heavy Gaelic accent while the other voice sounded familiar. It was a cunning voice; one that she hadn't heard in quite a long time. It belonged to a friend who was said to have been slain. It was the voice of. . . "Kheldar?" Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2004 |
| Savael01-16-04, 11:30 AM | Savael watched the others intently. They were going to get out of here somehow, with or without everyone present. Duilya had walked up to a part of the cave wall and begun hesitantly knocking on certain random spots, it almost looked as if she was listening... Elvina had well near followed her example and now stood uncertainly in the fork of the cave-path. Purple was packing up his belongings... and the last of the group, Myranthor, was still nowhere to be seen. He smiled to himself, it was an odd sort of half-smile and looked more like a snarl than anything else. He cleared his throat. “And so it seems that we’re torn between two choices... left or right. Right? If anyone here wants my opinion I’d say we ought to head left, its as good a direction as any. And besides-” he sent a glare in Duilyas general direction “-if Myranthor isn’t returning by now he has probably gone off up ahead somewhere” A faint smile crossed his lips as he continued. “And who knows? He might even be waiting for us right now...” his voice trailed off. |
| Duilya01-16-04, 02:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif All> Percev!!! Duilya's face blooms beat red as she shoots him a glare of frustration. All> That doesn't answer my question at all! Oh. . .who was I kidding. . . Frustration flushes out of Duilya as she turns to face the left path. All> . . .Shadow jumping was a stupid idea anyway. Percev's right. We should probably just pick a path and take it. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina01-16-04, 03:05 PM | Elvina rolls her eyes at Percev's statement that Myran is probaly waiting for them, but she doesn't contradict it. Turning to Duilya "No, don't try to go through there Duilya. Something just doesn't seem right about this. Why can only your shadows see it and not us? Something makes me think this is another one of those traps we keep running into. Lets take Percev's suggestion and go Left. " Elvina looks at the left tunnel and starts to enter it. o O(I wish Myran would tell me which way he'd want us to go...) |
| Myranthor01-16-04, 11:28 PM | Silently, remaining wordless, I observed my fellow travelers, unaware of my presence, of my unfilching attention carefully laid upon their shoulders. They didn't know anything, searched like dogs, scenting, touching, sniffling like animals around corners of basalt, in hope to discover a hidden passageway. Weird was it that the tiny elf didn't know sooner that there was no mechanisms to reveal around here- any member of the Fair Folk worth its spice is able to, easily enough, feel the slight disturbance in the ambiant air temperature when passing near a hidden opening. They continued to debate, clueless as always, until the intriguing merchant, Percev, suggested to follow the left track, surprisingly enough, bold and utterly courageous for a man whose life was spent on the roads defending loads of goods and wealth, instead of studying the complexities of the martial or the arcane arts. Even more perplex I grew, carefully studying his face, hoping to see upon it the shades of an unforgivable crime, of an irrevocable sin. Slowly, I went backward, gaining a bit of distance with my companions, only enough to be able to mutter without being udnerstood. This modest task completed, I incanted, moving idly my transparent limbs, invoking upon my perceptions the fantastic power to know nearby thoughts. |
| Blanc Thanatos01-16-04, 11:34 PM | Jerardo soon found himself staring into the eyes of a paladin some ten feet away from him...bright blue, framed by almost perfectly golden blond hair. The man's teeth are grit, his eyes wild and his blade drawn, glowing with a holy light, appearently touched by Lavander himself. "Show yourself, coward!" The blade swings violently to his left...but finds no purchase, other than air. "...I swear to Lavander...I will strike you down, murderer!" ...and with that uttering of words, the man's blade shatters. Soon, a familiar pale-haired figure stood by Jerardo. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time." The paladin's wild eyes soon find focus, staring at Blanc as the golden mace tied loosely to the bright armor the man wore was slowly gripped...and quickly swung at Blanc, who stepped forward...and with a strange gesture, summoned a strange light blue flare around him. "...I'm...back...much earlier than expected." The man's mouth opens up...as if in a scream, his forearm twisting in it's joint, a small geyser of blood erupting from this wound. "...more or less, I found this...misguided fool...trying to find his friends. I'm curious of what you can do with him...he's useless to him." The man's obviously trying to scream, but isn't making any sound. "...Do what you will with him." Deformity at the neck...as Blanc is seemingly using the man's vocal flap as a cutting edge of sorts...to cut the sides of the trachea. "...he's a weak-minded fool, anyway...so...orderly. So bloody dull." With that...Blanc dissapears, once again, leaving Jerardo with the unconcious man...however, not without the signiture snicker. |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-16-04, 11:55 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Lucky! You're not making things any better! When I say I need a copy - It doesn't mean I want you to bring the real one to life! I was planning on doing terrible things to the copy. . . NO! Not those kind of terrible things, I-*" Kheldar stops when he hears Leetah's soft murmur. It felt like his heart had skipped a beat. He turns his attention to her - she was moving. Moving! - His head starting pounding fiercely!! He had to say something to her. . . "BOOOOOBS!!!" Kheldar paused. . . his face immediately turned beat red! "AAAAAuuurggh! Get OUT! Dammit! GO PLAY WITH LUCKY'S HEAD FOR A WHILE! . . WAIT!?!? ARE YOU!? Is that why he keeps screwing up?!? Or does he just do that naturally?!? AND STOP MAKING ME. . ." Kheldar continues to banter and argue with himself like a mad lunatic. He takes a few steps away from everyone and starts pressing his hands against his temples. . . then suddenly starts grappling his head. . . It was hard to tell whether he meant to twist it off, or simply pull it out! Wrestling eventually lead him to kicking his own feet from under him, sending his backside crashing against the thankfully soft, grassy ground. ". . . I. . . hate this. . ." Kheldar coughs as he picks himself up. . . Today was feeling a lot worse than yesterday. . . Tomorrow he'd probably get eaten by a dragon. . . "Leetah!" Kheldar dashes over to Leetah, slips off his cloak and quickly wraps it about her as best he can. He might not know the girl. . . But he somehow doubted she liked being nude in front of a bunch of people! "Sorry about that outburst. . . I'm not quite myself right now. . . It's just that I have this burning passion for you and. . . . . Ahem-* . . . I mean, I want to have se-* AAugh! Alright! It's not funny anymore!" Kheldar desperately looks over to Lucky and Leenaria. "Could you guys please explain it?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Jerado01-17-04, 12:36 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado slapped his wavy dagger back into his sheath. It had been a long time since he'd last used it - a pity Blanc had denied him the pleasure. "Thanatos, I wouldn't make a habit of coming here uninvited too often. . . Or bringing living paladins with you. . . I'm in no mood for games or being further interupted from my work." Jerado looked down at the bleeding body of the Paladin laying inside of Ms. Frost's room. . . Couldn't Blanc have found a less messy way of terminating the thing? "Ms. Frost, send some of my men to clean this up. . . Tell them to dispose of the body in the usual fashion. They'll know what to do." Jerado shakes his head. "Most curious. . . A Paladin of Lavander? I wonder if the fool meant to say Lathander?" A poof of red smoke envelopes Jerado and he vanishes from sight. Artwork illus. by Gordon R. Quigley, 2003 __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Blanc Thanatos01-17-04, 12:56 AM | -I COMMAND.)) Blanc sighed...invisibly. Odd. Illusion magic, that the Weave couldn't break though? What was he using? Appearently...not magic, was each time he used an ability, there was no alteration in the Weave, Shadow or not. And he sure used magic now...as the paladin's entire body turned...lavender. "Yes, a Paladin of lavender. Quite a lovely shade, wouldn't you agree?" He grinned, now visible. "Stop your talk of me showing up uninvited....you know you enjoy my company, ol'chap. Chappity-chap-chap-chap. Say, have you read a the new Chapter in the Neverending Story? Interesting item, but some idiots think it's useless...fah, they're useless, those who find no love in books...wouldn't you agree?" He was talking to either empty air, Ms.Frost, or Jerardo's men...but it didn't seem to matter. Guessing there's a bed in the room, Blanc sits on it, bouncing up and down on it...appearently happily, watching the disposal of the still-living Paladin, murmuring quotations from random plays and books to himself at times. |
| Leetah01-17-04, 02:18 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif "BOOOOOBS!!!" Surprised by the outrageous reply she received, Leetah's eyes shoot open! A blurry visage of Kheldar dominated her sight. His eyes held unspeakable lust in them, and his hands were. . . EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! A flock of colorful birds quickly disperse from a nearby tree, frightened away by the damsel's sudden screaming. Back on the ground, Leetah was trying to separate herself from Kheldar as much as possible. "Mr Kheldar!? What's come over you? This Isn't like you." Greatful that the assassin had made no attempt to follow her, Leetah watches in dismay as Kheldar flings himself to the ground and wrestles with himself. "Mr Kheldar?" The question sounded more like a squeak. Through with thrashing on the ground, Kheldar raises to his feet and stares absently at Leetah. The man appeared to be lost in thought, although what was going through his head Leetah couldn't even begin to imagine. Suddenly, Kheldar calls out Leetah's name; appearing to undress and advancing quickly towards her. Lost in terror and confusion, Leetah tries her best to cover herself, drops to he knees cowering, and closes her eye; preparing for the worst. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .When Leetah opens her eyes again, she sees Kheldar standing away from her. A warm black cloak was wrapped around her shoulders and two strange creatures were standing before her: A Leprechaun and a Pixie. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2004 |
| Myranthor01-17-04, 10:37 AM | _ |
| Leenaria The Pixie01-17-04, 11:18 AM | Originally posted by Lucky Leprechaun Lucky stops shrugs his shoulders at Pixie. “Not that I be condoning his cheating, I need a naked girl heart, with no brain.” He turns to Kheldar. ‘But like I said she has her brain now and sooner or latter get her memory back. Tis a shame ye don’t wish her some cloths though” Leenaria looks at Lucky and does nothing more than shake her head. "Lucky I am very surprised at you..." she giggles then shrugs her shoulders, "I guess all men are the same." She sighs and shakes her head again this time giving both Luck and Kheldar a look. Sighing again she looks to Lucky, "I have to go take care of somethings. I fear I am going to have to leave dear husband." |
| Savael01-17-04, 07:51 PM | The spells whispered incantations left Myranthors transparent lips, granting him through use of the swirling energies of the weave, the ability to read his companions mind... Percevs mind... The surface layers revealed little more than the Merchants wish to be free of the oppressive gloom of the dismal caves he currently found himself in, free to feel the warmth of the sun once more... free to make his own way as he wished in life, free to look up at the stars in the evening and wonder what life could have been like... A mishmash of thoughts and notions along those simple lines trail their criss-cross patterns in the upper layers of the Merchants mind. A wish to be free, and a wish to choose freely... Deeper down though, something else appears... the occasional glimpses of memories. Of sighs and curses long since forgotten, at least by the Percev of the present time and place... Thoughts of hatred, loathing, fear and... a fine trace of bitterness and sadness leads down towards the furthest nooks and crannies of Percevs mind, if indeed Myranthor will bother to sift, search and read this far... A well hidden wish... A question... And finally, a memory, played out like an illusion in the blink of an eye. A grassy hill bathed in sunshine, forests of fierce Pine trees and the cold majesty of snow-capped mountains, a cold tinge in the air... A gilt cage on the top of the grassy hill... a young elven girl ... “traitor!” ... “doomed us all!” Anger... hatred ... ... ... vengeance A punch backed by cold fury swiftly followed by another... A kick to the face... The twisted form of the girl crumpled in a heap on the ground, more ensuing kicks... The face, the neck, the torso, arms, legs and abdomen. Everything he could hurt he hurt as best he could... more anger... and then... Three long, identical metallic blades catching the rays of the midday sun on a grassy hill far up north, and three long, identical red gashes delicately traced across a veritable mess of a face once belonging to a young girl... A feeling of anger, confusion... and... then... horror, guilt, sadness. |
| Duilya01-17-04, 10:55 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif The spells whispered incantations left Myranthor’s transparent lips, granting him through use of the swirling energies of the weave, the ability to read his companions mind... Duilya's mind... IT'S DARK!. . . And creepy. . . And. . . Dark AND Creepy. . . . . .Why couldn't they have just let me try to figure out that secret door! I bet we'd all be out of here if they did! Stupid Cave, it's cold! . . . . . . . .I wonder where the others are. . .I wonder where I am. . .Where is this place!? I got lost while trying to find that one school. . .I bet I'm suppose to be there now. . .I can't believe I got stuck down here! . .He's going to be soooooo MAD when he finds out. . . . . . . . .I wonder what he wanted me to do once I got to the school Anyway? Funny, I can't remember. . .All I remember is that he has a very important job waiting for me when I return. . .I wonder what that is. . . . . . Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2003 |
| Elvina01-18-04, 08:57 AM | The spells whispered incantations left Myranthor’s transparent lips, granting him through use of the swirling energies of the weave, the ability to read his companions mind... Elvina's Mind Worry, sadness, and a slight hint of anger are at the top of her thoughts. If he bothers to sift through these emotions he'll fins she's Worried about him, angery at him, and sad that he doesn't trust anyone. Deeper in Also some of the same emotions. Angery at the person who took Malendor and therefore hurt her friend Star. Worried that Star may try to find Malendor alone. And Sad that Myranthor never really loved her, even though she still loves him.... and last And memories thats floating in the back of her mind, haunting her whenever she lets them creep to the surface. Suronded by Dragons in human form, and blue dragons in the sky, She stands tied to a post. An evil queen is talking about sacrificing her for the dragons freedom...... Jumps to Elvina rushing out of the ruined stadium, The sounds of Malendor fighting the blues can be clearly heard. Running, then finding Myranthor, and seeing the dissapointment on his face that she was still alive..... A ghost stands before her yelling at her for taking Myranthor's heart and crushing it. Kel Rea, Myranthor's other love, came back to the school and threated to put a curse on Elvina for taking Myran from her.... ((As requested... Above Average, but not by much.......)) |
| Myranthor01-18-04, 02:38 PM | Slowly, under the constant pressure of the arcanae energies flowing through me, my light conscience, seceded from my mere body, for a glimpse of time covering it with an insubstantial force, ready to plunge through the sensible hearts and fortified minds of those unprepared figures, unwittingly remaining in the primal force's surroundings. Directing it firmly, targeting it to our unclear guide's misty goals, it insidiously entered its dirty mind, violently encountering while a powerful resistance, having to push further and farther to counter it, to finally bypass the natural reluctance of any mind to be brutally transgressed by an unwanted visitor. Frantically it searched, rampaging through the merchant’s tortured maze of thoughts, nervously seeking corrupt ideas, hoping to precisely mark a new, defenceless prey, a hot-blooded sinful lust to put under my curiosity’s sharp teeth, extinguishing my demonic hunger, strangling with lumps of soiled hopes my never ending paranoiac need of finding brutal enemies around me, of discovering mutinies hidden in my partner’s dark hearts. Sadly, the promising hunt fumbled: Percev’s thoughts were as white as a celestial sheep’s wool, carried only with an intense desire to be free of our rocky prison, wishing to see the gracious flight of colored birds in the aquan sky again, hoping to be lightly tickled by the sun’s delicate rays soon. Deceived I was, ready to surrender the close inquisition to one of the other potential marks, when my acute senses taught me of a slight remembrance, a hidden part of Percev’s brain, in which I plunged merrily, renewing my disrespectful pool of energy. The unwary joy, however, stopped swiftly when my formless eye captured the dreaded vision of a little elvish girl, prisoner, held between iron bars, shouting at invisible capturers insults, warning them that their irresolute acts would bring doom on the whole elvish race, would make the nation crumble to friable ashes. Weak, too feeble to proudly hear and stalwartly confront an angered woman of my beloved kind, the creatures ruthlessly, courageously beat her messily, leaving her caged while doing so, lending her no chance to fight back, using lethal weapons of cowards against an unarmed, trapped prisoner. Three blades were drawn out of leathery scabbards, used as tormenting pikes on the defenceless child, opening burning wounds on her back, painting her skin with a bright red hue, giving birth to an impressive waterfall of blood and tears, both in my tormenting vision and tormented heart. I quickly snapped out of the merchant’s head, unable to further witness this tragic, despicable event. I knew, now, that he was not cleaned of all suspicion. I cleaned myself of the instantaneous hate, the internal rage that took control of my soul, ordering me to deal with it later, to keep concentrated on my spell before it would run out. The translucent force, representation of my prying curiosity, dove again in a fellow traveler’s past and present, blending itself with the other chaotic energies present in the pink-haired girl mind, the unstructured organization of her impulsive rambling thoughts. I didn’t learn much from heir, aside from the facts that she was mildly angry, that she would’ve liked to verify what happened about the hidden passage herself” I also, quite surprisingly, learned that she was on a trip for a school for an unknown master. Was the school Agudo’s? An interesting mystery remained, but nothing about the little girl awoke my easily excited suspicions, nor tinged my imagination, often the only one to create rebellions around I. Calmly, having won a slower pace than at the beginning of the casting, my unflinching attention withdrew from Duilya’s still innocent, ignorant and blissful heritage, jumping immediately to Elvina’s tortured internal disruption. Amazed I was, really, at the sheer diversity of hearts humanoids shared; While Percev’s torments were carefully hidden, concealed by layers and layers of thoughts and lighter desires, Duilya’s mind was superficial, reacting without a simple elementary forethought, impulsive as a lively flame, consuming the logs that kept her alive, committing suicide after having eaten, too swiftly, all the of the fundamental matter that put ablaze her apparent temper. Elvina, however, wasn’t as secretive as the two other victims of my inquisition, embracing her deep and fragile emotions as only a real, grown-up elf would, with a sense of duty tainted with the caressing touch of Hanali. Elvina’s mind, woven with desperate tensions, filled with saddening realities, shocked me for its absolute frankness, for the impression of bareness it gave me. Witnesses of her unhappy past were anger, sadness and worries, heralds of her present torment, of her relation with me, her impression of my distant coldness, my constant preoccupied appearance. These perverse emotions were also seeds of discomfort brought by the present quest, by the late events. However, deep behind her simple brain hid more complex thoughts, vivid impressions left on her by a traumatizing happening, a difficult situation in which she was put, obviously despite her own will. I clearly saw, murdering my saddened eyes, a scene even more terrible than the one restricted to Percev’s mind, a theatre in which Elvina played the lead role, tied in the centre of an gigantic arena, an aquarium boiled by the hot sun of a distant plane. She was facing a gigantic blue dragon, an aggressive, one-eyed female, mother of one of a rather tempting half-dragon of blazing beauty, an heir even more blessed by heritage than most fair elves could ever hope to be. Her silvery hair fell down like a tumultuous river, gliding down the promising curves of its bed, slowly flying as she brilliantly spoke, as the faint shadows of her life were muttered in my ears by seductive lips, madly gesturing in the midst of fury when she drastically, majestically let out her whole powers to live by themselves, impressive manifestation of the royal beauty of sheer, untamed power. Bewildered, I watched helplessly as I plunged in the abysses of Elvina’s nightmare, seeing what I never saw, noticing the fierce frenzy that took Malendor’s senses in the arena, the flow of sudden adrenalin surging through Elvina, her deception upon seeing my battered, inexpressive visage, the pale figure of a man who just encountered the ghostly manifestation of someone he cared to, who was beyond the simplest sensitivity, and immediately accusing him of gravely wishing her terrible death. Absent from her inaccurate memories was the sudden transformation of a marble statue into a gigantic gargoyle, that defended her along with Malendor. That selective forgetfulness was…utterly deceiving, I thought. She was the only responsible of her own, deliberate sadness. Even worse than all of those terrible remembrances kept, these beautiful but absent facts was attached to Elvina’s life a drastic secret I didn’t knew about, the arrival in school of one of its retired teachers, Kel’Rea, who came for the sole purpose of meeting the red-haired woman in hope of scaring her, to threaten her with a menacing, draconic curse for having meddled between us. Fortunately, hidden I was, for the concealed sight I was at the moment would have been something probably unpleasing to see: My eyelids closed over reddened eyes, painted vivid by the salted stream flowing from them, were covered by reflex by my two hands, in which laid two little pools of deception and unforgivable sorrow. My lips were clenched violently, turning white under the violent pressure, while I desperately tried to hold them shut, hoping no sounds of sobbing would be heard around me. My whole body was convulsively shaking, my gestures uncontrolled, my breath unsteady, my heartbeats maddeningly bursting in my frail chest, as I witnessed the whole drama Elvina played since so long, in a noiseless pain, without an ounce of my attention. I went to my feet, calmly, sitting on the dirty ground, my arms clenched around my knees, while I hoped and prayed for my body to cease its revolutionary demeanor, to let me control myself only for a little while, only long enough to tell one of them not to follow the direction suggested by an elf’s assassin, to warn them to go in another direction. Who’ll be my agile hands, this time, I pondered. I could always use Elvina, probably easily. Yet, after all I learned, I didn’t wish to use her in that manner she may find despicable. I had absolutely no compunctions about using it against Percev, aside from the fact he already almost resisted my precedent spell, and that I wouldn’t want him to know I was still there. Duilya’s impressionable and vulnerable mind, unstructured and hasty, was an easy prey, a disorganized orphan begging to be synthesized by forces she didn’t understand. Swiftly, I casted my spell, this time not to scry upon her thoughts but to control her whole being. |
| Duilya01-19-04, 06:57 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/eyes.jpg As Myranthor released his spell on Duilya, a horrific vision enters his mind. A terrifying set of blood red eyes. . . A horrible, high pitched sound - ever increasing its pitch until Myranthor's ears could explode! And then Myranthor's vision returns to normal. . . All that remained of the nightmare was the dying ringing sound in his ears. . . Duilya remained completely unchanged. |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-19-04, 09:40 AM | Lucky was feeling Lucky with Leetah, and jumped onto her shoulder, then gave a tip of his hat. :tiphat: “Me name is Lucky and I be the one who saved thy life by slapping yer brain in thy O’ so lovely head” Lucky of course left out the part, of he being the one and by no small wish of Kheldar; to bring her here like that in the first place. “Kheldar and I be an adventuring team, as ye can see. We be protecting thee from? Well from bad men who would be wishing to see thee nakedness! Lucky gave a wink to Kheldar. "Tis ok though for I be the smart one in the group and Kheldar be the funny one" :P |
| Khaira01-19-04, 10:17 PM | Khaira proceeds down the path with Gene and Kuli, looking around as she does so. As she hears the growling of the animals (nearby),she quickly draws her bow and nocks an arrow to it.SHe moves up to Kulideb, and whispers to her in the lowest tone possible... "Should we try to sneak past them and risk them picking up our scent....our shall I try to sneak up on them? Then again, maybe Gene would provide better stealth for sneaking, considering his arts..." |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-20-04, 01:19 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar frowns at the little Leprechaun. . . He was up to his usual tricks again that involved "getting the rogue in trouble with the women." But perhaps it wasn't completely Lucky's fault. Perhaps the parasite was also playing with Lucky's mind, and forcing the mischief out of the Leprechaun. . . Then again, Lucky wasn't showing much resistance. "And Lucky, perhaps you could tell Leetah who's idea it was to have her show up in her birthday suit like this?" Never mind the fact Kheldar had indeed been hoping for the same thing - Just not with the real person! That somehow justified it in his mind. Suddenly Kheldar realized just how rude this discussion was becoming. "Umm, sorry Leetah. . . we're both not ourselves really. . . Something's infected both our minds. . . It called itself a parasite. . . And since the infection we've both been having a bit of. . ." Kheldar's eyes almost popped out of his head! ". . .trouble? . ." Kheldar could see Leetah moving her body in a wavy, seductive motion. She smiled back at him with the grin of a succubus and started taking his black cloak off. "Umm Leetah. . . Don't you think you should keep that on? . . At. . . at least until the sun comes back up? . ." Kheldar's head began to pound. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah01-20-04, 05:03 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif A startled cry escapes Leetah's lips as Lucky gracefully lands on her shoulder. The unexpected weight of the little man landing on her did very little to calm the girl down. In fact, it was a wonder that the leprechaun could even keep his balance on her seeing as Leetah was shaking so badly. "I'm. . . I'm afraid I don't understand Mr Leprechaun. How could you have 'slapped' my brain back in my head? I don't ever recall loosing it. And how did I come to be out here?" Leetah quickly scans her unfamiliar surroundings, gasping when she gazes into the sky. "The moon! Mr Leprechaun! There-There's three moons!!!" Still staring wide-eyed at the sky, Leetah hears Kheldar talking to Lucky. It had something to do with why she was naked. Leetah's face bloomed red. Why is it that every time I regain consciousness near Mr Kheldar I always seem to find my clothes missing? And why am I also the only one to never know what’s going on. . . "Umm, sorry Leetah. . ." !!! Leetah quickly spins around and faces Kheldar, her face was still red. ". . .We're both not ourselves really. . . Something's infected both our minds. . . It called itself a parasite. . . And since the infection we've both been having a bit of. . ." Kheldar paused; he was staring at her strangely for some reason. ". . .trouble? . ." "Oh my!" Embarrassment vanishes from Leetah's face as concern quickly sets in. There were so many things that she wanted to ask Kheldar, but they’d have to wait. If a parasite was infecting both their brains she'd have to get it rid of it immediately! The longer it stayed inside of them, the more likely it was that the two could suffer from permanent brain damage! "Okay Mr Kheldar, Hold on. I may have a spell to help combat that parasite. Ummmm. . .Let's see. . ." Leetah closes her eyes and quickly runs through a mental list of the latest spells she had learned from her new mentor: Kanzeill. * * * Kanzeil was a fabulous teacher, and a highly respected cleric. The man had devoted his entire life to the pursuit of good, specializing in the art of healing and redemption. In times of war, Kanzeil would travel across the battlefields offering divine healing to both his allies and his enemies. From his allies he always received praise, and cries of unending thanks and gratitude. But from his enemies, he was often met with anger, and open resentment. However, Kanzeil was somehow able to counsel with his foes, and over the course of a few short sentences, convert them into his most trusted friends. Even the vilest of men would relinquish their evil ways and turn to the light. The man was unbelievable. . . * * * Trying to refocus, Leetah goes through her list again. No spells came to mind. Perhaps a Greater Restoration spell would work? It was desperate, but worth trying. "Okay, I think I have a spell that'll help. Please hold still Mr Kheldar. Greater Restoration." |
| Agudo Archmage01-20-04, 09:49 AM | ((CO-DM)) Leetah’s spell had a dramatic effect, but not how she thought. The (Restoration Spell) brought back more memories from Kheldar’s past. Kheldar could see ….. (A Dwarf named Rocky… standing “Naked”…in a cave…and…in a laboratory….and Leetah…as well…naked… in this laboratory…..Then Kheldar sees ….Jerado…. And he is NOT naked…. ;) ....Then Kheldar....sees...Jerado...trying to kill...him....With a spell.... :( |
| Gene_Kynes01-20-04, 09:12 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlonggene.gif "...I...guess...I'll have to eliminate their possible hostility, if things are to move smoothly." Slipping on...appearently...a bear-paw glove, Gene prepares for a shadowjump. "Get ready." Artwork Copyright 2003 © Christopher "You killed my family. I will now karate chop you." Quigley. |
| ruthia01-20-04, 11:31 PM | Jungle: When Gene Shadow jumps He finds out what Khaira suddenly relizes she already knows, the feeding beast are a several prides of lions. But what Khaira doesn't know, but Gene gets to see clearly, is that the lions are feeding on the carcuses of several full grown dragons. Appearantly they are feeding on one dead Black dragon, and three dead reds..... |
| Khaira01-21-04, 12:13 AM | Khaira draws the arrow taut on her bow, and waits. She risks a glance over to Kulideb, and then looks back in the general area where she hears the lions coming from. She is ready to let loose and fire, should the lions come for her and Kuli.... |
| kulideb01-21-04, 09:52 AM | The elf drew out her sword, and stood in front of the three gnomes. She looked over to Khaira and nodded that she was ready. |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-21-04, 03:51 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif After Leetah cast her spell on him, Kheldar felt a bit strange - Had her spell worked on him? A flood of other vision began entering his mind. "AAAHHH!" Kheldar tries to covers his eyes, But the horrible vision still appeared before him! "I said if I ever saw that damn Dwarf naked again it'd be too bloody soon! - huh?" Kheldar uncovered his eyes with a confused look about his face. . . That moment felt a little bit familiar. . . He even knew the Dwarf's name was Rocky. . . how peculiar. . . The naked Dwarf appeared again, this time standing in a row of other naked people inside some sort of laboratory. Leetah was also there, shining like a nymph beside Rocky. Looking at her felt very redeeming after the initial shock. Beside Leetah was another beautiful woman. She had long dark hair and looked a few years older than Leetah - She somehow seemed important, but Kheldar couldn't remember her name. After her there was another man, a Half Elf, but his face seemed blurred out and Kheldar couldn't make anything out of him. . . He only knew that he hated the man. . . wasn't that strange? And then he wasn't in a laboratory any more. . . He was in a dark cave. . . There were dead Drow. . . He had helped kill them. . . And?! Kheldar felt a flash of extreme panic. A very familiar mage garbed in dark green robes fought a group of people. Kheldar and his friends! Gene was there! So was Rocky and the woman with the dark hair, although oddly enough, she was fighting alongside the dark mage! Chaos was prevailing everywhere, and already some of the mage's opponents lay dead. A snowy white owl flew over the broken body of her master. Kheldar's opponent was the dark haired woman, but she wasn't his opponent. . . He fought with her, but only to defend himself from her vicious flurry of attacks. . . never did he make an action directed to harm her. . . And then the dark mages gleaming red eyes turned to Kheldar. With a simple gesture a great black ball flew towards the woman Kheldar was fighting. Kheldar pushed her out of the way, but left himself open to her attacks - and attack him she did! He could remember her knifes tearing through his chest! The evil mage laughed in delight! . . The last thing Kheldar could remembered of the encounter was watching the black ball come back again, but this time aimed directly towards him! And then he was back in another laboratory. . . a familiar underground laboratory where he used to tease the Gnome professors and ask them all sorts of silly questions concerning magic and arcana. . . But there was a gap in his memory. . . He could feel it. Kheldar blinks back into reality. Leetah looked concerned. Well, her face was concerned. . . Her body was erotically dancing about like a prancing Nymph. Unfortunately, three magic flying heads were censoring out Leetah's body. They where Lucky's pixie wife! And they were demanding Kheldar to let go of her husband! "Umm. . . if you did something Leetah. . . I don't think it worked. . . But you're a really good dancer! Could you tell the heads to move?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leenaria The Pixie01-21-04, 04:06 PM | Originally posted by Lucky Leprechaun Lucky was feeling Lucky with Leetah, and jumped onto her shoulder, then gave a tip of his hat. :tiphat: “Me name is Lucky and I be the one who saved thy life by slapping yer brain in thy O’ so lovely head” Lucky of course left out the part, of he being the one and by no small wish of Kheldar; to bring her here like that in the first place. “Kheldar and I be an adventuring team, as ye can see. We be protecting thee from? Well from bad men who would be wishing to see thee nakedness! Lucky gave a wink to Kheldar. "Tis ok though for I be the smart one in the group and Kheldar be the funny one" :P Leenaria looks to Leetah then back to Lucky, she flies over to him and slaps him hard enough to knock him off of her shoulder, "You pig!" Suddenly she looks hurt and frowns then turns to Leetah, "I'm hurt you'd try to take my man!" Tears roll down her cheek, but before she leaves she flies over to Kheldar and sits on his shoulder trying to calm herself. |
| Leetah01-21-04, 06:34 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif "Mr Leprechaun!" Leetah dives towards the ground, scrapping her elbows and knees on the way down, but manages to catch the tiny man just in time. "Are you okay?" Leetah quickly looks over Lucky to make sure he's okay, and then passes an apologetic smile to Leenaria. "I-I'm sorry Miss. I never meant to take him away from you. Here, you can have him back." Blushing, Leetah rests Lucky on the palms of her hands and extends her arms towards the pixie. Hopefully that would cheer her up. Kheldar was talking non-sense again, and wearing the same stupid boyish smile that he had used to greeted her. Something told Leetah her spell hadn't worked. "Shoot! Hang in there Mr Kheldar. . .There has to be some way to get that parasite out of you. . .I just wish I knew how. . ." Leetah remained quiet for a moment as she thought of what else she could possibly do. "Hmmm. . .If only I had my healers kit with me. . .I know there's a special herb in there that specifically treats this sort of thing." Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2004 |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-21-04, 08:27 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar carefully pats Leenaria on the back, "There, there my friend. . . we both know your husband's the despicable sort of fiend that would be caught cheating on his fair wife. . . You should probably keep a keen eye on him. . . never let him leave the house - Especially when he wants to go to the tavern! . . Too many opportunities for him there. . . Or actually, you should send him to school! That way he can spend all his time learning how to make a garlic farm to support you and your lovely children, instead of spending all his time doing the usual. . . Don't you think that's a good idea?" Kheldar flashes Lucky a wolfish grin. At least that would make up for some of the Leprechauns trouble! Kheldar turns back to Leenaria wearing a mask of sympathy again. "Oh. . . and don't blame Leetah. . . She's a victim in all this too." Kheldar wanted to laugh out loud. Although he was having fun, causing the poor Leprechaun all this trouble probably wasn't a smart thing to do. After all, there were still 2 more wishes for Lucky to "potentially" corrupt. "Hmmm. . .If only I had my healers kit with me. . .I know there's a special herb in there that specifically treats this sort of thing." "Oh?" Kheldar turns to Lucky. . . Looks like he'd be making his second wish a lot sooner than he thought . "Lucky, as soon as your finished apologizing for your crimes against your marital oaths, I wish for you to bring Leetah's healing kit to us. . . WITH the contents inside. Maybe we can both get back to normal." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Khaira01-22-04, 12:20 AM | She looks t o Kulideb, and nods up to the trees, silently suggesting that they hide in the trees as they wait for Gene to come back. Quickly, flawlessly, she climbs the boughs of a tree, concelaing herself in the foilage as she both attempts to see how many lions there are, as well as await whatever may come... "Quel fara" she murmurs to Kulideb, as she ascends the tree. * Good Hunting |
| kulideb01-22-04, 03:13 PM | "Amin weera" the elf said to Khaira. She motioned for the three gnomes to climb up into the trees too. ((* I agree.)) |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-23-04, 03:49 AM | SLAAAAAPPPPP Was all that Lucky felt, when he hit the ground? No the soft touch of a half naked blond, super girl! Lucky stands and stutters “But But But!” Yet before he say more his so called good friend Kheldar, opens his mouth. “Me wondering ways? Repent from me! KEEP AWAY FROM TAVERNS!” Lucky was flabbergasted, until he heard something smart from the tall mouthy one. “Garlic? Farm! That be it!” Lucky hops up and kisses Kheldar right on the lips. SMOOOOCH “ye be a geniuses! And people be saying thy face is dumb as a mules! Yer a lot smarter than a mule me friend Kheldar! Why didn’t I think of that? Going to school and learning a trade” Lucky jumps over to Pixie and takes her in his arms “Now we shall be rich! For Kheldar shows us the way, that being going to school and learning to grow garlic.” Lucky then leads Pixie in the song of Love! The TANGO, he claps his hands and music comes out of know where. After several minutes he dips her and kisses Pixie. “Come me love behind these bushes.” After they go back there for a grand old “two” minutes, Lucky pops out from behind the bushes eaten a hunk of garlic. "what? That where be the garlic .;) |
| Leetah01-23-04, 04:21 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif Leetah remains kneeling in the grass, staring at everyone in wide-eyed disbelief. . . . . . . “. . .You’re all nuts.” Artwork Copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-24-04, 01:49 AM | To some extent, the Purple's mind was revealed to Myranthor from the moment of the former's appearance. A sage proficient in the arcane studies, or a halforc clad in thin white robes with colorfull ribbons, could probably both have an interresting answer, if asked what effect the elf's spell would have on Chan Ting, when combined with the innate one-way mental link betuin them. But a sage would not be as quick to answer, if you mention the inexpectable results some spells seemed to drag within these walls. For a while nothing happened, and the wizard was alread making an attempt to dominate Duliya... Chanting Mistery staired closely at the wall betuin the two passagees, and finally seems to had noticed something; he leaned with his palms against the wall, humming something in pianissimo... something about the amount of possible directions and pathes never being limited. Either he was trying to simply compose a new song, or perhaps use his melody to push into the passage only Dulya's umbral servant could see; the purple's motives were never easily interpretable... "No!!! Let the arcturer go! Crush them, Kram! Shande, you must run! My wound..." The elflike creature was thrown back from the wall, and landed after a three meters' flight, his body jerking as if a fiend posessed him or a lightning stroke him. The minds of Myranthor and Chan Ting open simulanteously, finally responding to the former's spell, and shoving the latter's immidiate past - the times just before the summoning - into both of them... and the purple little fellow reacts rather extremistically. A huge tree, and a mansion built into its top, a spiralic staircase leading down, sparce buildings and coarce forests surrounding the area. Chan Ting and a few companions sitting on the stairs, having just exited the mansion. A vile roar, and the woods all around are set aflame, becomin one immence fireplace in but a few seconds. Each member of the group reaching the ground in the fastest way they could think of, Chan simplyjumping all the way down, and amazingly landing on his feet. A blurred army of salalmnders, men and fiends, led bya fire giant whose form is adorned with uselessly small devilish wings, and a few other devilish features. They come from the west, and the woods fall into red ashes at theyr path. The elfoid's body stopped jerking, now only shuddering, as if sufering from maleria or some similar sickness. The shocktroopers, most of them human, pass theyr leader and run into the small settlement, people gushing from the houses and the trees, most of them elves and gnomes, unning eastwards, most killed the instant they enter the woods. The shocktroopers die even quicker, as the small group turns deadly and suicidefully brave. One of the group, a halforc with two nochackoes, clad in furs, charges across the flow of enemies, allowing Chan a moment to rest from swinging his chain. Another distraction: one more of the group's members draws attention, when scales suddenly cover his skin and he assumes a semi-draconic appearance, lightnings from his maw keep the approaching salamanders at bey. A human woman, at first appearing to be one of the townsfolk, but sticking obviously with the group, kneels, and the ground infront of her smokes, a mighty construct rising from it and pacing slowly towards the attackers. Ting spreads his arms wide, looking at the fiendish giant leading the assault. The air betuin them shakes, when the purple-haired elf screams "Die!!!", and an explosion of blood errupts from the giant's waist. Chan Ting's body lies still now, inhaling air, his eyes opened wide, a couple drops of blood crawling from his scull. The halfdragon's tail swings, creating an electrified sphere in the air, discharging at the approaching fiends. Nor's power does not seem to end albeint the impressive display of it continues for quite a while. Kram, the halforc, throws men and fiend alike from inside the army's masses, the crippled bodies serving as a shield for him, from the all-too-many still-healthy warioirs around him. Shande's golem walks freely through the masses of salalmanders, seemingly unharmed, crushing them beneath its feet, but becoming smaller and smaller as it proceeds. Ting's weighted chain wrapped around the neck of the leading giant, who fell to his knees, overwhelmed with the pain from Chan's sonic attack. Using the chain to climb the firegiant's neck, the purple one reaches for a small, ornated dagger, and begins slicing at the massive neck, attempting to open a vein; he succeeds at last, blood washes him, as the giant falls. On him. Chan Ting's left leg and half his torso are crushed. Shande rushes to help him, pulling him from under the hot corpse, tryin to tend to his deadly injury. Kram's roar turns everyone's attention toa black dragon descending from the ground, and at the next moment the greenish one is defeated and subdued by the overwhelmingly numerous wariors. The forest burns with even greate intensity, and after a few fail attempts, Nor is locked betuin the teeth of his black superior. "No, Shande... where are... Master... burnt again, cannot... shadowpathes... this could... be... Nor's energy... my wound... let Test kram... the Queen - you disgust me... even your sins are tastelesss..." His eyes now closed, Chan Ting keeps mumbling something incoherent, while the final immages float through his mind, as well as {hopefully with less drastic consequences} through that of his recent summoner. Six dark cells, futile attempts, a succession of escape plans that seem to work untill the last moment. A woman draped in solid, black iron, her tanned face mocking the long denial of sunlight that expects them all. Nor's powers being drained through false combats from day to day. Shande tortured and finally slain. Chan and Kram in a cell with shifting spikes, uneuclidic geometry, and numbing coldness. "Bars mean nothing to me, Your Highness." "Allright then, how about... walls?" The Dagger of Chiara taken from him, Kram's mind conquered by apathy and indifference, and something that's said to be part of Shande's remains stuffed into his throat to keep him breathing but voiceless. The shifting spikes seizing to respnd to his spress of madness, taking the possibility of eutonasia away. Finally, Chan Ting lost his conceousness, falling into a blissfull - when compared to the reruns of his recent confinement - coma. Myranthor, if he wishes to maintain his focus on the purple's mind, can still hear whispers of prayers to the Sage at Dawn, as well as to an unknown entity named Chiara... Chan's breath seems steady, but no other signs of life are present. -<...is not ...time to be taimed yet...> -<I aprove.> |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-24-04, 06:33 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar watches Lucky and his pretty pixie wife dive behind the bushes. As soon as they were both gone he turns to Leetah with a devilishly evil grin upon his face. "They ought to be busy for a while. . . Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Horror begins to spread throughout Leetah's being as Kheldar menacingly approaches her. But suddenly his evil grin turns into a bright, happy smile! "MAKEOVER!" http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/musicnotewhite.gif Plays The Makeover Theme http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/musicnotewhite.gif Makeover, Makeover. Makeover, Makeover! Makeover, Makeover. . . . . .Make-ov-er! . . .Tick-tick-tock. Makeover, Makeover. Makeover, Makeover! Makeover, Makeover. . . . . .Make-ov-er!!! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/makeover.gif Kheldar stands back and gazes at his master piece! . . Alright so it was more of a costume swap than an actual makeover. . . But supplies were limited and Leetah still looked beautiful! . . Ahhh, his cloak sure made an impressive bow, and his metal ring gate made a dandy necklace! As Lucky and Leenaria made their way out of the bushes Kheldar proudly showcases his work. "Well guys, what do ya think?" Avatar artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leenaria The Pixie01-24-04, 06:37 PM | Leenaria comes walking out, smoothing her hair and dress down. Her cheeks a bright red, "Lucky..." she shakes her head with a grin, "And there you go with the Garlic!" She smiles, "Now Lucky, I really should be off. I have some bad news..." her smile fades, "Which is what I had come to tell you.." |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-24-04, 10:35 PM | Lucky chomps down some more garlic then eyes Leetah and tips his. :tiphat: “Thy is a sight ended, me tall blond friend, for now ye is the one with all the cloths; and Kheldar” Lucky laughs :rofl: “Well thee me mouthy friend, thy be the {Naked One Now} like the day ye was born” :ayyyy!: He slaps his led and does a quick jig, then puts back his violin. “From down here Kheldar, thy must have been a weeeee baby, but that tis ok! For as sure as I be a Leprechaun, I not be very big either.” :mage: Then turning to Pixie What me prety tell yer might mouse :cool: |
| Leenaria The Pixie01-24-04, 11:43 PM | She leans into his ear and whispers, "The Shadow Travellers are after me, they found out that one of the Irielad pixie's survived and have crossed the ocean to find me. I need help Lucky and protecting, I don't know what to do about them..." |
| Savael01-25-04, 05:34 AM | Savael watched in stunned silence as Purple’s ...seizures, there really wasn’t any other word for it... began, before slowly dilating to a more calm... level. A bit too calm level. “M-my gods...” Savael mumbled finally, as the worst of Purples shivering seemed to have passed for the time being. He had pressed his palms to the hard stone between the two entrances, humming one of his tunes... and suddenly been thrown backwards at least three meters! He cast a wistful glance down the leftmost darkened corridor. He wanted to get out of here now... not only was he stuck underground with three members of the most despicable race born on the face of Faerùn, but now one of them was developing seizures as though seriously diseased of mind... “Do something...” he said, to no one in particular. He didn’t really know what to do in cases like this, but hoped to high heaven someone else could! ...But id they were going to have to nurse this one back to something resembling sanity, if not full health... who knew how long they’d be staying here in these cold, gloomy decrepit tunnels... Savael gave a involuntary shudder... this was just getting worse and worse... |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-25-04, 11:38 PM | Lucky takes Pixie hand and pats it, “Me Sweet prune, me onion of the early morning snack. Don’t ye worry for me tall mouthy and very naked friend Kheldar can protect thee. Just stick close, for he is smarter than he looks or thinks” |
| Leenaria The Pixie01-25-04, 11:53 PM | She crosses her arms, "Lucky, my love, that is your job not his, I married you not him..." |
| Kheldar Devaentar01-27-04, 08:30 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar blinks at Lucky, then looks down below. . . Then blinks back at Lucky. . . Then looks down below. . . "I didn't know I was born with these pants? Huh? What am I doing in just my pants?!?" Kheldar looks over too Leetah. Strangely enough, she was dressed in most of his clothes! Only, they were being worn in the most ridiculous fashion imaginable! "Leetah! What are you doing? You can't go strutting around any where like that! You're lucky it's not very windy out here! . . And Lucky!" Kheldar turns to the little Leprechaun. ". . . What about my second wish? . . Didn't I just wish for you to bring Leetah's healing kit here a second ago?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah01-27-04, 09:58 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif Leetah wanted to protest to Kheldar about what she was wearing, but then decided against it when the assassin started talking to Lucky. Listening to the conversation between the two men, Leetah quietly lowers her head and gazes at what she was wearing. She looked absolutely ridiculous. Even a child could have dressed her up better than this. . . . . .Suddenly, a small smile springs to Leetah' s lips as she closes her eyes and softly begins to chuckle. A small tear clung to one of her lashes. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2004 |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-27-04, 10:14 PM | Lucky hugs Pixie some more “Ye see me pretty how smart the mouthy one is! He be too smart for me” Lucky hops up Leetahs legs and grabs on to the Healing bag of her hers. And gives it to Kheldar. “Thy wish is me command, O’ tall and mighty Kheldar” |
| Duilya01-27-04, 10:19 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Chan Ting> EEEEEEEK!!! Nice Purple Elf Guy!!! Duilya dashes to Chan Ting's side and quickly inspects him to make sure he's okay. Chan Ting> What's the matter? Are you alright? *Gasp!* Duilya's eyes widen as she sees thin trails of blood drip down from the unconscious elf's skull. What had happened to the nice purple bard!? All> Guys! Chan Ting's bleeding! Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Elvina01-28-04, 11:33 AM | o O(Great, just what we need. A bleedin purple elf. Should leave him here, he's Myran's problem after all.) Elvina walks over to where Chan lays bleeding, checks to see if he still lives, then cleans up the blood. "Seems to be no more then a scratch, skull wounds allways bleed nasty no matter how little they really are. Don't know why he's out of it though, he's breathing fine so he's not dead. I don't think there's much we can do for him other then try to wake him up. Any suggestions?" Elvina looks at Duilya and Percev. o O(Should just through a bucket of ic cold water on him, shock him back awake. Could just leave him and Let Myran take over...) |
| Myranthor01-29-04, 07:56 PM | When the summoned purple elf was thrown on the rocky floor of the cavern, I felt, around my body, the cold air shudder, firstly slightly, wrapping my body with many vibrations, sending chilling movements torture my frail fingers, prisonners of the crescending presures. Slowly, each of these pressions making its neighbor grow, they transformed into gigantic waves, holding my body firmly still, seizing it between their iron clutches, making it tremble as would a maple leaf under the mighty blows of a demented tornado, in a whirlwing, losing its natural dimensions, until thrown out of the howling winds. All of a sudden an elvish wizard appeared inf ront of the companions, projected from nothingness next to the body of Chan Ting. Passing his hands on the purple elf's figure, he drew upon his skin small patterns, caresses that were not medicinal in nature, but purely affective, destined to once again invoke the summoned from a comatose slumber. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-29-04, 10:21 PM | As if an invisible hand lifted him, pulling by the head or neck, Chan is raised from the cave floor, and steadied on his feet. With the same speculated hand's next movement, his eyelids are lifted, and with the final one, he is released, leaning against a wall, looking around him, lost and confused. "I... think the central path is trapped with electricity." He speaks almost absently, as if he was looking at everything from some other place. To Myranthor, and to him alone, Chan's real thoughts are fully visible: <I am being offered a trial by Chiara, there is a choice she wishes me to make...> |
| Myranthor01-30-04, 06:44 AM | Raising from my precedent crouched position, I looked at my companions, those who only saw me, a few seconds ago, appear from nowhere, materializing through an inexistant breach splitting reality. I never lowered my gaze in front of either Chan Ting, Elvina or Savael, remaining proud and forgetting the horrid ifnraction I committed toward their own privacy, and never even looked at the young elf. I passed my right hand my silky hair, as I spoke: "Magic is dangerously unpredictable within these corridors, I warrant all of you. What happened to you since my departure?" After hearing Chan Ting's last thoughts, my expression remained the same, altough my brian itself worked fastly. I sharply wondered, for some time, if I could, myself, communicate with him with my mind. < What is that choice?> |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai01-30-04, 08:53 PM | Slowly begining to come back to a state of full recognition of his surroundings, Chan murmurs, in answer to the question, but out loud, sounding rather absent-minded: "I am yet to understand that myself..." Then, suddenly realizing whose was the voice and how he heard it, he wakes up completely, his eyes gleaming and no longer fogged, his expression lively, and his demeanor relatively alert, just the way it all was before he approached the assumed hidden passage. <Eeek!!!> |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-01-04, 05:26 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar blinks at the cunning little Leprechaun. "Perfect! Alright Leetah, you sexyiiieee. . ." Kheldar forces the rest of the words to not escape his lips, then looks at Leetah and tries to smile. ". . .Leetah, you can fix us up! . . I don't know what you're planning on doing. But I sure hope it works!" As Kheldar goes to hand over Leetah her healing kit, he notices her soft chuckling and the tear slowly crawling it's way down her cheek. "Oh? . ." Feeling somewhat awkward, Kheldar gently puts Leetah's kit on the ground in front of her. "Umm. . . It was me who put that ridiculous costume on you, wasn't it? . . . That must have been really embarrassing, sorry. . . Whenever I start getting really excited like that it's the parasite taking control. . . But don't worry, I can make sure you get out of here before anything else terrible happens. . . I've still got one more wish. . ." Kheldar gets an excited gleam in his eyes. ". . . and, as long as I don't say something stupid like: Lucky! I wish Leetah was wearing her regular clothes and I was wearing my regular clothes, I'll be able to wish you back home and. . . and. . . aauund." A look or horror spreads across Kheldar's face as he considers what he just said. Kheldar then quickly spins around to face Lucky. "Lucky! No! I didn't make it! It was her! I mean it! I mean, well, you know what I mean!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah02-03-04, 05:30 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif Leetah looks towards Kheldar and smiles. She couldn't have asked for a more perfect wish! Being sent back to the chapel was the last thing she wanted right now. Leetah prayed that the little leprechaun would grant Kheldar's final wish so that he'd have no way of sending her back! The healer couldn't be happier! Mr Kheldar. . .How is it that he's standing here in front of me? Mr Agudo and the others said he was slain! That that evil wizard had defeated him!. . . Leetah looks at Kheldar more closely. A part of her wanted to run up and hug him! Did they lie to me? Did Mr Kheldar really make it out of there alive? No! That doesn't make any sense. Why would they lie about something like that? But then. . . Leetah found herself taking a step towards the rogue, not even realizing that she was doing so. What would have brought him back? Another healer? But how? I searched all over for someone to bring him and Tara back and no one ever could! They all claimed that his soul must have been annihilated! Leetah's cheeks began to burn; Kheldar looked even more handsome then she last remembered. He had perfect emerald eyes, beautiful chestnut colored hair, an alluring and charming face , and lips. . . . . !!! How had she gotten so close to him!? Leetah was close enough to Kheldar that she could have whispered in the rogue’s ear if she wanted to! Blushing profusely, Leetah quickly turns around and picks up her discarded healer's kit lying on the ground. She was still wearing Kheldar's random articles of clothing. Had Lucky not finalized Kheldar's wish yet? Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2004 |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-04-04, 01:57 AM | Lucky who had taken up position on Kheldar shoulder couldn’t help but laugh. “MUAAAAHHHHAAHHHHA, Tis to late now Mouthy one, now ye done it!.” A werl wind comes out of now where, thunder, lighting and and and Lucky then slaps himself on the face. And all of the special effects disappear. “Sorry me boy, I just be getting carried aways. For ye see, we leprechauns cant really be trapped. Tis only an old wives-tale.” He winks at Leetah. “Truth be known, we leprechauns just let the drunk human catch us, so that they can slip up at the end. Tis more fun when they be seeing that big pot of gold disappear, because they got carried away” Lucky smiles at his tall friend. “Kinda like thy did Kheldar, nay though I not be sending Leetah back.” He hops on her shoulder. “Besides yer kinds of cute, for a blond human woman” He tips his hat and winks :tiphat: Lucky then blows a kiss to Pixie. "Nay me love of me Prune farm, dont thy heart worry. For thy is the only woman I love. I just like playing games with the tall ones. :smirk: |
| Agudo Archmage02-06-04, 01:01 AM | OOC Shamless BUMP :bump: :bounce: :pile: :tiphat: |
| Elvina02-06-04, 08:27 AM | Watching all that happens, Elvina finally turns to Myranthor. "Um, For some reason Duilya's shadows seem to believe there is a middle corridor here, but all we can seem to find is the two ones you can see. I think Chan was trying to get into the third one when he got thrown around. Percev thinks we should take the left side. What do you think?" |
| Leetah02-07-04, 03:23 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif Leetah continues to stare at Kheldar for a few more seconds and then looks down at the healer’s kit in her hands. Hmmm. . .well, now that I have this, I should be able to get rid of the parasite in Mr. Kheldar’s head. Feeling a familiar weight land on her shoulder, Leetah’s face blooms red as Lucky makes a little remark about her being “kinds of cute.” “Oh! Why ummm. . .Thank you Mr. Leprechaun! You’re a very handsome little man. Mmmm. . .Would it be okay if you got off my shoulder for just a moment? I want to go prepare something to help Mr. Kheldar. . .” Leetah lowers her gaze again, cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of scarlet as she realized she was still wearing Kheldar’s clothes like a poorly dressed doll. “. . .and I’d also like to change. Would it be okay if I kept your cloak Mr. Kheldar? You can have shirt and boots back.” Leetah smiled. Kheldar looked kinda cute without his shirt on. Artwork Copyright © Christopher C. Quigley 2004 |
| Duilya02-07-04, 03:38 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Myranthor> Myranthor!!! Duilya launches herself towards the elven mage and latches her arms and legs around him. Myranthor> EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I was so afraid we lost you! Where did you go? Did you find the others? Did you make new friends? Have you lost weight? OH! I’m so glad to see you again! Duilya pushes her face against Myranthor’s chest and begins to nuzzle. But as quick as her playful act had begun, it just as quickly vanishes as the child stares at the mage with a solemn look. Myranthor> Is Mr. Purple going to be okay? He was acting funny. . .He’s not hurt is he? Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor02-07-04, 07:52 AM | I felt like a sudden weght the question of elvina, realizing that, despite thefact I knew terribly all that she said,and that she probably knew it herslef, I still had to act ona ccount of what was supposed to be known to me. However, that pression was quickly replaced by a violent surprise, a surprise caused by the weight of a massive bug crawling up my leg. Looking at it, I realized no strange creature were implied, unless a pink-haired elf is considered such. I had a quick gesture of repulsion caused by the vibrant strangeness of the situation, yet remained calm. I didn't know what she was, even less than before - now, I knew something was behind both of her ears, man or demon. "ha..I think Chan Ting will be okay. In case his state worsens, I still have a couple of potions left, but he is able to stand by himself now. There's no need to worry, I believe." |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai02-07-04, 11:06 PM | Ting's behavior seems to return to... wll what was never normal in the first place, cannot quite return to normal, but he seems to have gradually regained his usual demeanor. With the same feline mixture of carefullness with boldness, he speaks up, his voice flowong, as if it was some strange form of poetry, lacking not only rhime, but also rhythm, structure, and all other things of which song and poetry both consist. If spells were slinged in the commong tongue, rather than the arcane one, perhaps a mage at his craft would sound the way Chan Ting does now: "The middle one is trapped with lightning, and the other two - i know better than to trust. Let us explore, while some will stay to sruggle against the true gate's enchantments. The left tunnel seems to draw common aprovance, but why? Intuition? Mind-poison? Enchanted attraction? Or a way to draw us into these very contemplations? I shan't asume what i lack, but do consider this within your thoughts... chose a tunnel, and while those most virtuous with the Weave will stay and free the lockings and taps, the others will banish theyr doubts from the tunnel of our common choice... i will follow the other tunnel, and will return with my impressions no later than the others. What say you?" Logic would make it expected for the purple elf to look at everyone present, waiting for theyr aproval or disaproval of his suggestion, yet he seems to only stare at Myranthor, as if the high elf contained within himself the minds of any creature and person who could possibly hav a voice in the question. |
| Myranthor02-08-04, 07:24 AM | To the casual observers, I was uncounscious, yet standing still, fixing my gaze on a vision invisible to all but myself, observing its slightest gestures, its sweet charms. Those who knew my singular character, however, it was easy to see that I was plunged in deep reflexions, that my tired brain was the siege of conflicting and problematic thoughts. o O (Simply put, I ponder it incoherent to trust the merchant, simply because he showed me an abhorrent collection of rememberances, a violent image. I need to direct all of the group in the right tunnel,and convince Chan Ting to remain with the remainder of the group. Given how he looks at me, this task shouldn't prove incredibly difficult, though.) "I think this project is plunging to the Abysses" I said." I think it would be safer for all of us to remain together, where we can all watch each other's back. Furthermore, I believe it would be safer to take the right tunnel, if only because it is straight and can not reserve dangerous, treachery surprises." |
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| Savael02-08-04, 03:58 PM | Savael let out a low sigh as he pushed a stray lock of darkened hair out of his face. He had been silent for some time now, content to merely watching his pointy-eared travelling companions for now, seeing how they would handle the situation. Things took a dramatic turn however, when suddenly, the missing elven Wizard, Myranthor, seemingly appeared before them out of thin air. Had this something to do with his magical talents? ...Undoubtedly. He knew full well of the numerous spells and cantrips available to those who mastered the use of Mystra’s weave, and he didn’t put it past any pointy-eared spell-binder to use any of those self-same tricks to his advantage. But however Savael’s thoughts turned and circulated, the elf seemed to cear little for any sort of explanation. Whatever he had been attempting to do had obviously failed him, he thought, seeing as how he was stuck once more in the same gloomy prison as they were without any brighter outlooks on the future. The elven child, Duilya, reacted to Myranthor’s return with the same vigour and cheerfulness she always displayed, promptly running over to hug him before much time had passed. Elvinas reaction however, was somewhat more muted. She calmly observed the ongoing events of Myranthors sudden appearance, along with his subsequent revival of Purple, and finally updated him on the events that had passed in his absence. The Wizard seemed lost in thought a few moments before he finally voiced the fact that had more or less crept up on all the other members of the group, their plan was failing. There was, however, hope for them yet it seemed. As the stalwart elf laid forth his reasons for them to take the right tunnel... “There is wisdom in your words, Myranthor” Savael said “if you would have us travel down the right path I’ll not contest it. As long as we get out of here it’s all the same for me” |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai02-08-04, 11:12 PM | Ting nodded when his summoner spoke, and although his gaze didn't travel from the wizard to Savael, his ears did turn to the speaker, in a rather anymalistic way. Then, laying his head on his own shoulder, rather than just tilting it to the side, Chan blinked and asked softly: "But do we really wish to avoid these surprises?" He gave Myranthor a meaningfull look, to underline his words, and then devoted a second to each of the group's other members, starting with Savael, giving each person the same questioning gaze. |
| Myranthor02-09-04, 07:48 PM | "Yes, we do. Furtermore, to ensure the elss surprises possible, I'll ask Duilya to send her shadows to scout for us. Is that possible, damsel?" |
| Elvina02-09-04, 09:22 PM | Elvina stands against the cavern wall listening to everyone, seemingly lost in thought.... ((OOC: DM post now comancing, forgot to change acounts)) The roar of the lions seems to start drawing in more predators as Gene watches. Those small dragons seem to appear from nowhere and start tearing at the corpses of the three larger dragons. More and more lions seem to converge on the point as well as buzzards and other scavanger animals. It is fairly obviouse that this situation is getting really dangerous, REALLY fast........ |
| Duilya02-09-04, 09:49 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya looks towards Myranthor and nods. She then calls over her shadow's with a soundless whistle and points down the right path. The three dark shapes acknowledge the command and soar deeper into the tunnel, keeping a sharp eye for any potential "surprises." Duilya turns to face the others. All> They'll warn us if they see anything, shall we be off? I wanna get out of here. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-10-04, 02:33 PM | Lucky jumps off the tall legged blond and waits to see what mighty power she shall unleash upon Kheldar. “Now Leetah if thy pretty head is smart enough to cure Kheldar, me pal, me tall funny friend without killing him. Or causing him any physical problems like his manhood changing or something. Then I would be happy to have thy lovely hands on me, to cure my sly brain as well” He waits then addes. "Even after ye cure me it be OK to keep thy hands on me" :drool: |
| Myranthor02-10-04, 05:06 PM | Wordlessly, I nodded to Duilya, entering the darkened tunnel. |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-11-04, 01:41 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ((But I forgot what it was! Darn! Stupid not being able to post when I'd like to!)) Kheldar smiles at Leetah. "Well, if our perverted little friend here wont even grant me my mixed up wish, I suppose you could keep some of my clothes. . . But you can't very well waltz about freely with just my cloak on! Keep the shirt too. . . It goes down pretty far so it ought to cover up everything. In fact, you could use the cloak as a skirt. That way this loathsome, little Leprechaun can't playfully peek at improper places and bring more wicked, worrisome woe to his wonderfully wedded wife!" ((Alliterations! wheee!)) Kheldar frowns, he was starting to talk funny. "Ahem-* Any way, if there's something you can do Leetah, please don't dally. Augh! . . I mean, please do it quickly! Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah02-11-04, 04:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahnude.gif "Right." Leetah nods her head and then quickly disappears behind some bushes. Once safe from the potential prying eyes of others, Leetah kicks off Kheldar's boots and begins to wrestle with the big bow tied behind her back. It took several tries before Leetah finally got her hand around one of the ends and pulled it to undo the bow. With the tricky part over, Leetah quickly unties the shirt around her waist and pulls it properly over her head. This wasn't the first time she had worn the rogue's shirt before. It was a bit too big for her, but the cleric was thankful for the extra length. Picking up the cloak again, Leetah takes Kheldar's advice and wraps it around her waist like a towel. It kept the cool breeze off her legs, but it didn't feel very secure. Oh well, it's better than nothing. The moment I start walking too much though it'll probably fall off. . .No mater. . .I'll fight with it later. . . Not wanting to waste any more time, Leetah opens up her Healer's kit and begins to rummage through its contents. Oh please let there still be some black walnuts in here. I know I can use them to get rid of that parasite. Ah! Here they are. A smile escapes the girl as she finds exactly what she was looking for. Black walnut hulls were renowned for their ability to assist in the termination of parasites in the blood stream and organs. If the hulls were carefully grinded into a fine powder along with a special combination of other herbs, a mixture was created that quickly expelled parasites from the body. Leetah got to work. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai02-11-04, 10:17 AM | At the wizard's innitial responce, Chan Ting's gaze, still fixed on him, changed to the sort of look one would give a madman. Recieving that sort of look from this purple elven misunderstanding is quite amusing, as most would agree. When Myranthor walks in, however, Chan doesn't argue, and simply waves widely for the others to come along, before following into the tunnel. When he rises to enter the right cavern, for a moment his movements seem completely feline, as if he was going to walk on all four, but remembered in the last moment to walk erectly... well, almost erectly. Suddenly the silence feels heavy to him, and he starts thinking of an appropriate ballad, while proceding into the right {aka wrong?} tunnel. . . |
| kulideb02-11-04, 04:46 PM | A soft breeze bought a sweet sent to the small elf. She tried to block it out of her mind. But the sent called out to her taking over her mind. She jumped down out of the tree, and ran with out looking at Khaira or the gnomes. She could feel her blood pumping round her body. As she drew near to the lions she could hear the soft noise of skin and muscle being torn. She crept closer and closer to the feeding pack the sent pulling her on. |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-12-04, 05:37 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar curiously looks over Leetah's shoulder as she went about concocting her antidote. It looked like the vile sort of mixture that an evil stepmother would use to punish her disobedient children with! From it's color and consistency, the closest thing Kheldar could compare it to was Bebilith bile. "Umm. . . So, you gently massage that into our skin or something - heh - right? I mean, we don't actually ingest the stuff. . . errmmmm. . ." A look of concern quickly spread across Kheldar's face. ". . . do we?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Elvina02-12-04, 08:08 AM | Elvina goes to follow behind the purple elf when she relizes that probaly isn't the best idea. She looks at Duilya and says. "Come on Duilya, I want you in front of me . That way I can keep an eye on you for your shadow buddies while their scouting." |
| Wirenth02-12-04, 09:17 AM | With a growl the golden queen dives upon the forest, spraying fire as she goes. Upon her back a rider sits, directing the force of her attack. First here, then there, then over there. Focusing on movement below, the queen dives lower focusing on her prey |
| Duilya02-13-04, 01:35 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Elvina> Keep an eye on me? Duilya frowns as she scurries to catch up behind Chan Ting. Elvina> I haven't done anything wrong, have I? Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Leetah02-13-04, 02:39 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah frowns as she continues to grind the herbs together. Her arm was beginning to get tired. "I'm afraid you do Mr Kheldar, although it doesn't taste too bad. I can add some ground up mint leaves to it if you'd like." The cleric temporarily stops her work, giving her brow a quick wipe and offering Kheldar a small smile. She didn't plan on her break lasting very long, only long enough to wait for the rogue’s reply. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira02-13-04, 09:41 AM | Her eyes widen in surprise as Kulideb begins running towards the savage creatures. In hushed tones, she whispers loudly to Kulideb. "Arwenamin! Kulideb! Where are you going! Get BACK here! Curse the Gods - why must I be the only sane one in the group!" Holding her swords at a ready position, she begins to sneak quietly and with the utmost stealth in the same general direction that Kulideb ran off in. Originally posted by kulideb A soft breeze bought a sweet sent to the small elf. She tried to block it out of her mind. But the sent called out to her taking over her mind. She jumped down out of the tree, and ran with out looking at Khaira or the gnomes. She could feel her blood pumping round her body. As she drew near to the lions she could hear the soft noise of skin and muscle being torn. She crept closer and closer to the feeding pack the sent pulling her on. |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-13-04, 07:51 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "We do? Hmmm. . ." Kheldar frowns, he certainly wasn't looking forward to that experience. The substance still reminded him of poison more than anything else. In fact, it was somewhat surprising to see how similar making medicine was to augmenting poisons. . . Maybe that's what gave Kheldar the bitter taste in his mouth. "It's ok. . . I'm sure you're right about the taste. . . Say, do ya need any help with that?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah02-13-04, 10:32 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Help?" Leetah looks at Kheldar then blushes when she notices she's holding her sore arm. "Oh no. I'll be okay. My arms just a little tired, that's all. Thank you for offering." The healer picks up her grinding bowl and resumes crushing the herbs together. Every few seconds a few more ingredients got added to the mixture until finally Leetah put down the bowl and poured the contents of a small vial into it. The cleric then took out a thin stick and began string the mixture, checking the end of the stick after a few seconds. "Alright. . .It's finally done." Leetah takes out a small silver spoon and holds it out towards Lucky and Kheldar. "Who wants to try it first?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-14-04, 12:34 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Lucky." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-14-04, 01:01 AM | Lucky was sitting on Kheldar shoe, when the brave rogue passed the brew to the Luckiest Leprechaun of all. “I see thy family heritage Kheldar is a Chicken herder!” :P Lucky takes the smelly toxin and sniffs it for a mere moment. Then winks at Leetah "Unlike yer boyfriend, here, I be trusting ye me pretty legged, if a bit to tall woman.” :inlove: With some effort he lifts the cure? To his throat and swallows. BURP! “O’ excuse me, Now ye see Mouthy One! Tis good for ya” He shakes his head as he speaks at Kheldar. “Twas nothen I tell ye! It was as easy as… SCAT” Lucky keels over into the brew.:eek: |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-14-04, 02:40 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar blinks at the leprechaun, then looks up to Leetah. "Heh, maybe I will take a few mint leaves in mine. . . if it's not too much trouble. . . And perhaps Lucky will too for his second batch. . Hmmmmm?" Kheldar smiles inquisitively at Lucky. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah02-14-04, 03:28 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Mr. Leprechaun!" Leetah quickly leans over and fishes the poor leprechaun out of the bowl. The little man looked terrible. Guilt weighed so heavily over Leetah that it almost pushed her to tears. "Oh. . .I knew that potion had a strong taste, but I didn't think it would be that bad." Leetah gently lays Lucky on top of some soft cotton balls inside her healer's kit. She looked worried for the poor fey. "I'm sorry Mr. Leprechaun. I didn't mean to. . ." Leetah's voice trails off as she continues to stare at Lucky. She then looks back at her empty bowl and frowns. Whatever confidence the girl previously had with her herbalist abilities was rapidly beginning to fade. Remaining as quiet as the cool breeze around them, Leetah picks up her bowl and quickly begins working on the second batch for Kheldar. The crimson in the girl’s face clearly showed that she was upset and embarrassed over her last mixture. And to think I wanted to impress Mr. Kheldar with that. . .To show him what a good healer I’ve become. . . Leetah lets out a shuddered breath. . . .I feel like such a fool. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-14-04, 05:21 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar continues to grin evilly at Lucky. The sheer look of misery on the poor Leprechaun's face was perfect!!! No artist, no matter how skilled, could portray suffering as well as what was written across Lucky's face. Kheldar wanted to burst out laughing!!! He was pretty sure he was more in love with Leetah right now that he could have ever have been in the past! "Oh Leetah, that's. . ." Kheldar smirks "That's wonder-*" Something sounded very wrong with Leetah's breathing. Kheldar immediately stops his chuckling and looks over to Leetah's face - She looked like she was on the verge of crying?!?!?! Why?!? What was she so upset about?! Didn't she think it was funny? Kheldar's smile quickly faded into a frown. Without Kheldar knowing what was bothering Leetah, he didn't very well know how to fix it! . . Well. . . The germ in his head had been weaving tales about how him and Leetah were apparently in love once. . . If that was actually true, than maybe he could try something he normally felt guilty about. Tara. She's an absolute mess, you wouldn't mind, would ya? Talking to people who didn't even posses a soul was stupid. But Kheldar thought he heard Lucky burp - and that was as much a sign from the heavens as any. Kheldar marched up to Leetah and gave her a kiss on the lips. . . It was quick! Even Tara wouldn't have minded if she was standing right over them! He then gave Leetah his best roguey smile. "Don't worry Leetah. . . Ya can't tell it from his face, but I'm sure he's eternally grateful to you for saving his life!" Kheldar couldn't help but let a chuckle come out. He still thought it was hilarious. "Heh heh heh. Ok, so personally I like what's happened to our little friend. . . He deserves it. . . Just think of it as payback for him not wishing your clothes back to you. Ya see? You've got nothing at all to be ashamed of!" Kheldar continued to chuckle and looked back at Leetah. Hopefully some of his merriment would rub off on her. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Savael02-14-04, 07:49 AM | And so, Savael stepped into the dark maw of the tunnel behind Elvina. The quick shadow of a smile crossed the man's face... it had taken some time, but now they were at least going somewhere... |
| Elvina02-14-04, 07:38 PM | Elvina smiles at Duilya. "No dear, you haven't done anything wrong. I just get the feeling your shadow buddies like to watch over you, and since their helping us I'll help them." She hums softly to herself as she walks behind Duilya. o O(I hope we get out of here soon. This place is giving me the creeps. I feel like someone is watching me........) |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-15-04, 12:40 AM | As Hot Lips kisses Leetah. Lucky starts to turn blew, if only someone would try to blow air into him. :ayyyy!: If only someone would try to start his heart again. For the world could not survive without a funny, and who could deny cute Leprechaun :bigeyes: |
| ruthia02-15-04, 01:49 PM | ((OOC: God darn it would some one save that Leprechaun!)) Tunnel group. The group moves through the straight tunnel with nothing botheing them. Duilya's shadows scout ahead eventually coming to a place where the tunnel widens into a vast cavern to big to see all of it. The path the group folllows becomes a 4 foot ledge with a drop off that is to big to see the bottom. The shadows can here the sound of running water far below.... One of them turns around and returns to report their findings to Duilya. Pern group. A few of the lioness stop fighting as Kulideb moves closer to them. With a growl the turn to her and prepare to try and take her down. The try to jump her as a team, 4 loinesses. |
| Gene_Kynes02-15-04, 02:18 PM | He watched from above at the elf...and a slight satisfaction filled him, eyes glinting the shade of black a moonless midnight offered. ...This...should be fun. He then pounced from the branch, in front of her, crouched almost animal-like. "Mind telling me what's wrong?" Blood beaded along his back, a mere scratch from his landing, something his instincts thought too minor to avoid...but still noticeable. He crouched firmly in space, not letting her pass him, yet not forgetting the "kitty"s, either. |
| Khaira02-15-04, 10:06 PM | She continues to creep along, fianlyl coming into sight with the lions (I hope? This is up to the almighty DM of course! :D). Stabbing her two swords into the ground within easy reach, she pulls out a bow, notching an arrow to it as she draws it taut and waits for either Gene or Kuli, to make a move before she does so. The last time she made the first move, it was regrettable...Muttering to herself, she stands on her tip-toes as she tries to see the target of the lions' feast... "Is that...What is that .... not a dragon...here? I couldn't believe it if I weren't seeing it with my eyes...where'd a dragon come from...? What could manage to kill a dragon .... here?" She shakes her head, muttering something about Murphy's Law, before keeping an eye out for any sudden action for the lions. |
| kulideb02-17-04, 07:45 AM | The elf didnt seem aware of any danger to her self, she was pulled on by the sent of blood. Her subcoscious was working and she pulled out her sword ready to meet the on comming lions. A figure landed in front of her, she went to push past angry that he was blocking her way. She picked up the faint sent of fresh blood and stoped to look at the man in front of her, part of her recognised him. She held out her hand and moved towards him, almost as if to hug him. Her eyes seemed glazed, her fingers touched the bloody scratch on his back. She looked at the bitter sweet liquid that coated her finger tips, her mouth watering, A voice reached her, shattering her trance. Some thing about dragons. The small elf looked puzzeled as she looked at Gene and Khaira. Her hand tightend round her sword as she saw the lions, she braced herself for their attack, if only she didnt feel so hungry she thought to her self. |
| Savael02-17-04, 11:50 AM | Savael blew a low whistle as he stood out on the short ledge, over looking the vast cavern that stretched out into dismal infinity before them. There did not seem to be any other passage leading on from this point, save the one leading out over the ledge where one could... far down in the gloomy darkness, hear the faint sound of running water. “Well, there’s a sight you don’t see everyday, that’s for certain” he nearly whispered as he solemnly turned to face the other members of his little coterie. |
| Drindin02-17-04, 06:20 PM | The gnomes, ignoring any attempt to force them to do otherwise, simply routed. They paniced, unable to think clearly... and ran. They ran in the opposite direction of the party, possibly to certain doom... possibly not, forced to live out the remainder of their lives as scavenging wild-gnomes. |
| Duilya02-17-04, 11:04 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif "No dear, you haven't done anything wrong. I just get the feeling your shadow buddies like to watch over you, and since their helping us I'll help them." Duilya stares at Elvina for a few seconds as she follows behind Chan Ting. The stare then quickly turns into a bright smile! Elvina> I like you Miss! You're nice! Duilya resumes looking forward again and sees on of her shadows rapidly approaching her. . . * * * All> Hmmm. . .It's just like my shadow buddy said. . . Duilya kneels beside Savael, peering over the cavern ledge. All> It's too dark and deep to see anything down there. . .Maybe if-* Wait a second! The child springs back up and quickly begins fishing through the pockets in her cloak. After a few seconds, her fingers find the cold smooth surface she was searching for. All> AH HA! Duilya pulls her hand from out of her cape and reveals the healing potion that Myranthor had cast the light spell on. All> Dose anyone have a long peice of rope I could use? Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai02-18-04, 12:46 AM | "I've my chain..." The purplish bard approaches the girl, while unstrapping the chian from his torso. He lays it in a heap on the ground, and sits near it, holding an end of it in each hand. He took the girl's glowing vial and put it in the chainheap, then began singing softly, two similar voices simulatenously sounding from his throat: "Iesh regaim she nidme - Hine ha or ba kace, Menacnec ba khoshekh... " Like a snake obeying a flute, the chain begins moving, and the heap grows, as the chain's length increaces rapidly. He attaches the vial to one of the links, without stopping to sing: "Kol ha nerot, She hidlaknu halaila, Lo iefazru Et ha khoshekh ha kar ha ze. Kol ha rukhot, She nashvu kol ha laila, Lo iekhabu et ha or ba kace; Lo iekhabu et ha or, She boer ba khoshekh... " His melody was intended to protect the vial from breaking, to ensure its light will last for as long as they may ned it, but something else seems to happen instead. The chain keeps growing, the link that held the vial seems to mend with it, and the potion's light begins spreading along the entire chain. Within mere minutes, the entire chain - now over thirty meters in length, and keeps growing - glows almost as intensely as the vial at its end. Chan's voice has long since stopped, and the chain keeps growing slowly. "Mawwrr, perhaps i should abandon Common for good. For the Common Good." |
| Leetah02-19-04, 05:38 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah remains very still for a few moments, eyes firmly fixed on her mixing bowl. The color in her face hadn't gone anywhere, but at least she didn't seem to be crying anymore. ". . .Kheldar. . ." Leetah's grip on her mixing stick weakened, causing the small wooden instrument to slip out of her hand. ". . .I. . ." Leetah's cheeks kept getting redder, despite her best efforts to regain her composure. ". . .I wanted to wait until after I healed you. . .but. . ." Leetah raised her head, her eyes glistened in the moon light. ". . .I just wanted to tell you. . ." To Be Continued. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Savael02-20-04, 11:22 AM | Savael watched with interest and a slight look of glee in his eyes as the purple bard's spell back-fired once more. He had little idea as to what the odd fellow had actually been trying to accomplish in the first place... but regardless of his intent the now still-swelling result of the magical energies involved was incredibly amusing to look at! "Well, heh, it looks to me as though you might have a bit of a point there Chan, at least until we're all out of these caves" He smiled, bubbeling peals of laughter pushed up inside his throat as he struggled to keep a straight face. A distinctively pink sensation down beside his right knee had heralded the arrival of none other than Duilya a few moments earlier. It was infact this soft-haired little tyke that had initially voiced the idea which the bard was currently struggelig to realise. He patted her head absentmindedly with one hand as he stared futively out into the darkness... If only they'd be out soon! |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-21-04, 01:56 AM | His body was stiffening up now, the once cute Lucky sat up with a creaking sound. As all Necromancers and Undertakers know that when a body gets stiff, it lets loose all its bowels. For those around the question should be :uh-huh: *WHATS THAT SMELL?* :mymy: Sadly if only someone brave and caring, could over come their primitive shock of what just happen; and blow air into Lucky on his cold lips, he may just live yet! :bigeyes: |
| kulideb02-21-04, 06:54 AM | The elf felt angry, she wasn't sure if it was with herself, Gene for blocking her path, Khaira for breaking her trance, she just knew she was angry. The growl of one of the lions caught her attenttion, yepp that will do just fine the elf thought to her self as she darted past Gene. She swiped at the nearest lion her built up anger finding release, as she bought her sword back and attacked the lion again. |
| Drindin02-21-04, 01:01 PM | Rodney suddenly burst out from the bushes, his club waving above his head with a little gnomish war-yell. "IN THE NAME OF HEIRONEUS!" He hollered, attempting to bring the club smashing down on the head of one of the lions. |
| Khaira02-21-04, 06:34 PM | "And so it starts!" SHe lets one arrow fly at a lion not yet being attacked. She keeps and eye out for any other posing dangers that would bear down on the group. She takes careful aim and fires another arrow and another. She didn't have many arrows left....soon she would have to pick up her swords and go into close quarters. As she fires the arrows with careful, calm precision, she begins to sing. (of course, FoD permitting)Her allies begin to feel enroused, excited and even, perhaps, stronger. Khaira's song seems to be renewed strength in their arms and courage in their hearts. |
| ruthia02-21-04, 07:59 PM | DM note: FOR THE LOVE OF PETE SOME ONE KISS LUCKY AND LET HIM LIVE!!!! :eek: God what's that AWEFUL SMELL!!!!! |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai02-22-04, 05:15 AM | Ting plaied with the edges of his chain, which was now long as hell, and glowing like Lathander's guts. "For whatever may come, either the strongest of us, or all of us conjoined, should hold the chain's one edge, as we throw the rest into this abyss. The rest being lengths of chain, not beings from amongst us, that is." |
| Leetah02-23-04, 02:46 AM | . . .Continued. BLURMP. . . BWAAAG. . . FRRRRRRRPPPPP-P-P-P-P. . . . . . . . . . . . SPLAT! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif ". . ." Wondering where the peculiar noise had come from, Leetah stops in mid sentence and looks behind her. The smell of something foul was emanating from her healer's kit. . . "MR LEPRECHAUN!" All color quickly fades from Leetah's face as she dashes down towards the little man lying half-dead in her bag. The stench of the area was almost enough to knock her out! "Oh gods! Lucky! Lucky are you okay!? W-What happened!?" Panicking, Leetah frantically extends her palms towards Lucky and calls out a quick spell. "STATUS!" A spark of light erupts between the girl's palms and the limp leprechaun. Leetah gasps as the spell informers her of Lucky’s condition. "He's drowning!!! H-he must have inhaled the antidote! Lucky!?" Not knowing any spells that would help the little man, Leetah quickly takes a deep breath and pinches Lucky's nostrils together. The Healer then firmly places her lips against the little leprechauns mouth and gently exhales, keeping a careful eye on Lucky's chest to make sure she wasn't blowing too much air into him. . . Careful Leetah. . .you don’t want to POP him. . . After two long breaths, Leetah withdraws her head from Lucky and watches for any signs of movement. Her eyes shimmered with a mix of fear and hope. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-23-04, 12:17 PM | At first nothing then as heavenly lips Leetah pulled her head back from Lucky. The leprechaun hand stretches out almost all the way around the soft neck of the blond healer. Pulling Leetah down to him, passionately kissing her, Lucky’s lips seem to get bigger as well to human size. Steam can be seen rising from their lip lock. Even music from somewhere plays a romantic baled for them. But the best part was the leprechaun opening his eyes and seeing past Leetah and the look on Kheldar face. Lucky took is tung and rolled it around his own cheek making it look like to Kheldar that it was Leetah’s own tung. :drool: Then with a gasp Lucky pushed back the heroic Leetah and gave the biggest toothy grin he could. :ayyyy!: The leprechaun then jumps up onto Kheldar shoulder and starts wiping away the lipstick on his face. “Ya know me grand pal Kheldar! :devil: Lucky gives a devilish grin as he looks deep into Kheldar eyes. “ Weee shall be friends for a long, long, long time. For I be knowing it took all thy will power to not be the one to save me. So that sweet Leetah here could do it! Being such a good person I shall be sticking close to thee like fungus on yer foot.” :smirk: It was then Kheldar must have gotten the feeling that Lucky must have seen him smiling when he was at deaths door. But Lucky then looked at Leetah with love in his eyes. “Me hero ye saved me life and for that I shall marry thee Leetah and be thy husband. :love: How many kids does thy heart seek from me? Maybe we be naming one after old man Kheldar here!”:P Lucky points his thumb at Kheldar and nearly pokes him in the eye. “O” I almost be forgetting tis good news me pretty girlfriend Leetah, I thinks I be cured.” |
| ruthia02-24-04, 05:02 PM | Amazingly enough Rodney's method seems to have the fastest results. The lion he hits instantly falls to the ground dead. He then finds himself face to face with a very angery lioness! Khaira's arrows also seem to have some effect the lions she hits, six in all, all seem to start to limp, thus slowing them down. But there are defeantly more lions then she has arrows. Kulideb has her hands full with the lion she tackled, as she managed to find the largest male of the all the groups. For every wound she manages to inflict on it, it inflicts one of equal value to her. Gene also finds himself in trouble as he gat quickly surronded by half a prides worth of lions (Six). One of them is hit by Khaira's arrows, thus is limping. But the rest are perfectly healthy and extermly angery at him for interfering with their feast. ((Umm, roughly 40 lions where attracted to the area. 7 are now injured. 6 by Khaira and 1 by Kulideb. 1 is dead, killed by Rodney.) Kill them all or run away, have fun!)) |
| Krissy02-24-04, 06:03 PM | Rodney swings with his club, attempting to have it meet the lioness in the jaw, with a loud. "HUH! I BET YOU DID NOT SUSPECT ME TO BE TRAINED IN THE MUNDANE ARTS OF WAR, DID YOU!?" |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-25-04, 02:55 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ((Or maybe you did!)) ;) Kheldar glares at Lucky. "Oh it took a lot of will power all right, but sometimes ya just gotta ignore your will and do what feels right, right? You wanted to stick to me like fungus on my foot huh? Well why don't you two get acquainted!?!!" Kheldar picks the little leprechaun up off his shoulder and drops him towards the ground below. But before ground meets Leprechaun, Kheldar swings out his boot, trying to get as much air time on Lucky as possible! Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Duilya02-25-04, 03:53 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif A cheerful smile spread across Duilya's face as Savel gently padded her pink head. Signs of friendship were always grand things, even when you were hopelessly lost in a dark and scary cavern! Duilya's ears twitch when she hears Chan Ting's plan to toss the length of the chain into the pit. The young elf then looks towards the purple bard and nods her head in agreement. Hopefully the illumination cast from the long chain would be strong enough to light up the area below. All> Alright! So who here feels BIG and STRONG enough to hold one end of the chain while I toss the other end over the edge? Hmm? The pink haired girl turns her head towards Savel and Myranthor, offering them her most cute and innocent smile! Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| kulideb02-25-04, 05:31 PM | The elf was breathing hard, but rage was pushing her on. Her side hurt from a swipe by a clawed paw. She parried, thrust, but still the lion carried on. She stumbbled backwards catching her balance at the last minute, the claws caught her face leaving bloody deep lines. She knew she was almost done, She focused her mind and lept for the lion, pushing it into the shadow plane with her. Once there she let go and stepped back to the normal world. She called out in her mind to Shady the umbra spider. From out of nowhere a dark spider the size of a large house cat appeared, it lept on to the back of one of the lions, sinking its fangs in deep. The poison would not be strong enough to kill the lion but would make it sleepy. |
| Myranthor02-25-04, 06:25 PM | I reprimed a mocking smile, painly couscious that, despite her best intentions, Duilya's last hopes about I would leave her belief in my unflinching strength shattered, the atrophied arms hidden under ample sleeves witness of my lack of potential to grandiloquently accomplish physical feats. Slowly, with a sure voice, I answered the little girl last question: "I think that to count on only one of use would be unwise, for all of us can gather our muscles, can combine our might to hold that chain. Furthermore, before sending it in these tenebrous maws of darkness, we probably should fix one end of this lighted chain to something solid, a rock, a stalagmite, something." [DM: if one is nearby.] |
| ruthia02-25-04, 07:39 PM | Indeed there is a nice pillar like rock near by, perfectly suited for fastening a chain. |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-25-04, 10:08 PM | His buddy, his pal and brother in arms! Kheldar picked him up and gave Lucky the green eye look. :88E: :behold: “But thy fast thinking head knows me fungus joke was a term of endearment” Yet the fisty Rogue was mad with lust for his formally naked woman Leetah. With a kick as hard as a mules cheep shot from the rear, Kheldar sends poor but O so lovable Lucky flying high. UP and Up the funny Leprechaun went, until he hit a tall branch of an acorn tree. Bonk! Tumbling down like a rock, Lucky and the thousands of acorns come down on everyone below. The good news for Lucky is that the shirt that Kheldar gave Leetah saved Lucky life. Or more accurately what lay in between! For you see Lucky being the Luckiest Leprechaun of all :inlove: Landed in the cleavage of the busty blond healer. Knocking a few acorns out of Leetah shirt, Lucky pops his head out and smiles. “Now Kheldar aren’t ye making mountains out of molehills?” The fun-loving Leprechaun stuck his head back in the wonderful world of Leetah and laughed as he came up for air. :rofl: “Nay it’s the other way I be thinking, its Molehills out of Mountains!”:P |
| Leetah02-26-04, 04:57 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif A distressed wail erupts out of the young healer as she reaches into Kheldar's shirt and tears away Lucky from her less than "mountainous" bosom. "GET OUT OFF THERE YOU LITTLE PERVERT!!!" Gripping the Leprechaun much more firmly than she'd normally ever dare to, Leetah flings the little man into her healer's Kit, and then promptly closes its lid! The healer then tightly wraps her arms around the case and leans all of her weight on top of it. "I ought to leave you in there you MONSTER! How DARE you peak your head DOWN THERE!!! I. . ." Leetah's voice begins to get a bit shaky, as if the girl were unsure about what to do next. ". . .I. . ." Leetah pauses again, this time her voice sounded thoroughly rattled. ". . ..... . ..... . .What am I doing?" Leetah remains lying soundlessly on top of her healer's kit for a few moments before quickly opening the kit's lid and firing a fast spell into it.* The girl then lets the lid fall shut again as she storms away towards the bushes she had previously changed by. Flopping down into a sitting position, Leetah wraps her arms around her legs and plants her forehead against her knees. She then remains sitting there quietly. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley * A Heal spell was cast into the healer's kit. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai02-26-04, 09:39 AM | Jumping on his legs, the purplish fellow nodded to the wizard with enthusiasm, and dragged one end of the chain to the most suitable rock-formation. After taking it in a loop around the pillar, he used the knife, which grew from it arlier, to lock the loop, by stucking the blade into two of the links. He made a few strong pulls, ensuring the chain is now steady, and then started pushing the rest of the pile, untill the chain went ringing down the pit, stretching to a steight line. Chan Ting then lay down on his belly, leaning on his elbows, and looked with curiosity into the darkness they were now illuminating. |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-27-04, 10:05 AM | As if he need more dark places to hide in Lucky is given the boot, as it would be and thrown into Leetah’s box of medical drugs. “Twas it something I be saying me pretty” Lucky laughs through muffled voice in the box. “Its no me fault that Kheldar tis such a good kicker, and a Lucky one at that!” Just then the lid pops open and healing spell is cast, by the jumpy blond. He feels the spell take effect and shudders for just a moment. “Nay me sweet blond onion, their be no cure for the :drool: perverted!” He starts to laugh some more as Leetah shuts the case again. “What? Of all thy worlds wishy washy woman” The next words were lost as Leetah storms away. After a few moments of philosophical words :censored: Lucky lights a flint match. “Now what do me eyes see here?”:smirk: He gets a rascally smile on his face and picks up a few herbs and potions. “Ye Lucky needs to cure some elements on yer own me boy.”:devil: Within a short while smoke could be seen coming out of Leetah’s healing kit. Inside is Lucky talking like a brightly dressed Jamaican voodoo doctor. “Hay Man! Lets be singing, YA RED RED WINE” The rest of the song is lost in Burps and the smoke that is coming from Lucky pipe. :cloud9: :P :mage: |
| Duilya02-27-04, 09:12 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif All> See anything? Duilya hops on top of Chan Ting's back and looks over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Duilya's three shadows had already stationed themselves down in the darkness. They would have reported their findings to the others earlier, but they were all having way too much fun watching the party struggle to see down the pit! :) Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar02-28-04, 03:15 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar smiles half heartedly. Leetah had spirit, but she had too much of a guilty conscience to have any fun with it! He watched her find a lonely place for herself to weep. . . it was sad. . . Kheldar kinda wanted to go over to her and cheer her up. . . But he also kinda wanted to see what sort of mischief Lucky was getting into. . . An odd trail of smoke made its way up from Leetah's healing kit, as well as the sound of burps and song. Kheldar's curiosity was just too much! Besides, it looked like Leetah could use some "by-herself-time." Kheldar crept up on Leetah's healing kit, and popped open the lid. "AAAAAAAaaaaHHHHHhhhhHHH!!!!!" The inside of the kit was an absolute disaster and Lucky appeared to be high on every drug Leetah had! "LUCKY! You can't smoke all that!! Leetah might need it! I don't think she finished my batch of the cure!!! Ah-* Get that pipe out of your mouth!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun02-28-04, 03:25 AM | “YIPE!” Lucky jumped out of the Kit. “O’ tis ye me friend Kheldar. Don’t worry yer head for I am sure the pretty blond girl, can find thy cure out in the woods, with all those leaves and mushrooms and stuff.” He then hops on Kheldar shoulder and tips his hat :tiphat: and gave a rascally smile. :P That same smile Kheldar gave Lucky when he was dying and did nothing to help poor Lucky. :smirk: |
| ruthia02-28-04, 08:02 AM | ((Elvina's post cause I'm to lazy to change names today.)) Elvina walks over to the ledge and looks down. "I don't think we're going to see much from up here. Duilya's right, let's let her climb down and tell us what she sees. And yes I think it sould be her, she's the lightest of all of us." Elvina looks to Duilya. "Just be careful ok?" ((OK Dm poost)) Duilya's shadows do indeed see lots. They stand on a ledge about 10 feet above a raging rapids. to their left is a pathway, only a few feet wide, running along side of the rapids and dissappearing back into the caves...... Gene's group. Shady puts the lion to sleep, and Rodney is rewarded with a sickening crunch that forces the lioness to back up and shake her head. |
| kulideb02-28-04, 02:30 PM | Kulideb had caught her breath back. She sent shady an image of a web hanging between two trees. She spider set to work spinning the sticky web. Kulideb launched an attack on the nearest lion, she didnt have time to wonder how the others were getting on. |
| Drindin02-28-04, 10:40 PM | Rodney follows through with another blow to the top of the lioness' head, with a loud war-yell as he does so. |
| Khaira02-29-04, 09:15 PM | Khaira begins to move through the ranks of the lions singing, (FoD permitting, mighty Dm) and several of the lions (that's 2d6 worth, in game stats). By the time she is done singing, several of the lions seem to be in a charmed states, admiring the bardess. She grins that damned flashy grin, and in what seems to be a dance more than a melee assault, Khaira begins to twirl around, stepping around lions, rolling, and doing flips as her swords slice into lion after lion. ((PM me if you need details, Ruthia, mighty DM, master of all great things. :D The spell is Animal Trance)) |
| kulideb03-02-04, 03:35 AM | Shady had just finished the web, while Kuli tried to monever the lion she was fighting into it. At least the web should slow it she thought. |
| Savael03-02-04, 04:11 AM | Savael watched with disinterest as Chan fastened the fluorescent lenght of chain around one of the nearby rock pillars before tossing the other end over the narrow ledge. If the elf's wanted to toil and work so badly, he would not be the one to stand in their way... As the purple haired bard leaned over to look down into the chasm, Savael kneeled down next to him. Peering into the darkness as best he could for nothing in particular... |
| Duilya03-02-04, 10:59 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif All> Okay Miss! Duilya nodded her head at Evlina and then crawled off Chanting. Looking down the abyss, the child firmly grabbed the glowing chain and carefully lowered herself deeper into it. * * * The rapids, which had sounded like faint whispers above, were now the only things the girl could hear! Continuing to climb down, Duilya spotted a small 10 foot ledge that wrapped its way along the rocky surface and back into the cavern. Deciding that the others should know about the new path, Duilya began to make her way up the chain again. She wished she could have just yelled her findings to the party above, but with the loss of her voice, such communication was impossible! * * * Glowering, the child reached the top again, her arms burned with strain. She wasn't looking very forward to the climb back down. All> I found a small ledge that we can walk along down there. I think it leads back into the cave. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Elvina03-03-04, 08:40 AM | Elvina helps Duilya back over the edge as she tells everyone what she found. "Well sounds simple enough, let's go down." Without waiting for anyone else Elvina heads down the chain to the ledge below. After she gets down she moves slightly off to wait for the others... ((Hint Hint Hint.)) |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-03-04, 08:41 AM | After the girl had been pulled out, Ting sat her where she fits so well: on his shoulders. "Greate job, young one!" Desiding theyr next move should be obvious, the bard got a hold of tha chain, and started lowering his legs down the pit's wall, while using the chain's links as handholds, and its magical light - to find footholds on the cavewall's surface. |
| Savael03-03-04, 10:51 AM | Savael looked out over the ledge and could just make out, by the shimmering light from Chan’s chain, the proverbial ledge everyone seemed to be so excited about. As Elvina, Chan and Duilya descended downwards, Savael adjusted his backpack a bit. Something just wasn’t right with it, it kept gnawing into his back if he wore it for more than a few minutes. He sighed, it was annoying to say the least... When Chan and the pink-haired girl, Duilya, had made it safely all the way down Savael got a good, firm grip on the luminous chain and, following their example, descended slowly down towards the ledge. |
| Leetah03-03-04, 02:00 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah sat by herself wallowing in her thoughts. Guilt had been weighing heavily on her mind for what she had done to Lucky. What was I thinking? I could have seriously hurt him! I can't believe I'd be so reckless. . . Trembling, Leetah sought to obtain some form of comfort and reached out for her holy symbol of Pelor. However, all the priestess' fingers met was empty air as her grasp yielded nothing. The girl's face slolwy began to redden. That's right, I lost all my belongings. . . Leetah let her hand fall limply to the ground; hardly a just punishment for its failure to produce what she wanted. What she wanted? What did she want? What would she have done with the Holy Symbol? Cried into it and ask it to forgive her for her rash actions? That was silly. Pelor wasn't the one she should be apologizing to, Lucky was. Further more, she still had to finish making that cure for Kheldar. Dragging herself to her feet, Leetah made her way back towards Lucky and Kheldar, her head hanging low. She scooped up her mixing bowl as she approached the two arguing friends. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor03-05-04, 08:13 AM | Last on the cliff, I eyed down the impressive ledge, seized the gigantic distanc separating I and the solid, hard, painfully resisting ground down there, far yet so accessible. Gulping, I took from my crowded belt a small aprchment, a mere piece of paper, upon which a brief spell was handwritten, for cases like this one. Rapidly, I looked at it, memorizing the arcane formulae in my tired mind, in my brain exhausted by these dark passages, weakened by the constant struggle of my shifting sanity against the indistinct forces left unseen here. "I bet I spent too much time in my sterilized laboratories, I did not venture too much for my own well-being." I shrugged slightly, having clearly preferred to spend time studying, learning draconic spells of intense power, feeling my body getting inhabited by powerful energies, rather than having spent these days on dusty roads, walking under a boiling sun, heavily sweating under my warm clothes. Slowly, I grasped the chain's links and, using Chan's masterful technique, I climbed down to reach my companions on the lower ledge, quick to utter my formula if any complication rose. |
| Kheldar Devaentar03-05-04, 02:58 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ". . . AND THAT'S WHY THE EGG CAME BEFORE THE CHICKEN!" Kheldar was almost out of breath. . . He couldn't seem to talk any sense into the Lepechaun. . . Lucky said the chicken had come before the egg. . . Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! Kheldar's head pounded at the thought. . . Actually it had been pounding for a while now. Leetah approached them and Kheldar gave a thought to sticking his face in her bossom. Lucky had gotten away with it, it didn't seem very fair that he hadn't had a turn yet. . . Wait. . . a fleeting thought in the back of Kheldar's mind was screaming at him not to do it. . . But he really wanted to! . . Maybe it would be ok if he asked. . . Kheldar made his eyes go all wide and teary, and asked in the most desperate tone. "Leetah, can I please stick my head in your bossom? . . Lucky got a turn!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun03-06-04, 12:37 AM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/bg2_m_11.jpg Lucky put away the smoky stuff, as he sat on Kheldar shoulder just smiling as the now very sick and very insane man; yelled about his love life and chickens. :rant: :turkey: The for fun the Mad-hatter himself Kheldar, decided to climb Mount Leetahs. It was too much to ask for Lucky to sit silently, as Leetah gasped at the rude request by the sex fiend. Just seeing Leetahs chest heaves in shock at this mouthy mans lust was all Lucky could take. “Tis ok Leetah I cant let ye suffer at the hands of this cad, who be me only friend.” The leprechaun hugs Kheldar and smiles a toothy smile at this predicament. “Nows I knows what cha be thinking Leetah!” The little man pauses for effect. “Should I, or shouldn’t I?” :mymy: As Lucky says this Kheldar is frothing at the mouth. He then winks at Leetah. “Nay me pretty tall leged blond, not yer breast but the cure! It worked on me and it will be worken on me soon to be sex offender friend Kheldar. All thow has to do is make some more of that near deadly brew of thine, and if he dies I promise to give him the breath of life with me very own lips!” :drool: Lucky the luckiest leprechaun of all, was hoping the last part would come true. Just to see the shock on Kheldar, :twitch: knowing it was Lucky that saved his life. :P |
| Gene_Kynes03-06-04, 10:19 AM | (( damn! Er....Vissay, can you NPC me up to speed, please? Relationship trouble, school trouble, trouble-trouble, and theatre trouble have all dragged me away from these boards. :P )) |
| Noir Eros03-06-04, 10:34 AM | Elvina most certainly wasn't alone. It knew she wouldn't hear it's movement, it knew she couldn't see him. Any watching Elvina would see nothing more than a figure, seemingly clothed and hold...something...to her neck, the darkness concealing the item all too well beneath her neck. It seems he...felt whoever was nearby...and whoever was closest...earned a glance from it. It's face was featureless, black cloth over a humanoid head...yet a black mask with four glowing almond-shaped rubies positioned as if eyes was concealing the top half of it's face. It seemed...to be....grinning, beneath that mask. It says in a voice...which seems to echo itself, to read itself backwards...to be the definition of twisted: "Let's...play a game. You have once chance...to keep her imprisoned within this husk. If I...leave this room, with her intact, you'll never see her alive again. Don't bother saying you won't take any chances...I just rolled the dice." The figure stares out at whoever approaches it, however...whoever gets within ten metres of the figure soon notices the figure seems to have a slim body, combining agility and strength. |
| Kel'Rea03-06-04, 10:40 AM | Some one else stepped from the shadows. Myranthor couldn't see her all too well... but when she spoke, her voice was followed by a tang of familiarity. "Leave her be..." Said the cloaked figure in her soft voice, her lithe form noticeable beneath the hood. "Or I might get angry... and you won't like me when I'm angry." The woman walked towards the creature, and she moved surely... as if the darkness did nothing to impede her vision. "I tend to be a bit... hasty. You'd have to blame my mother... I get it from her." |
| Blanc Thanatos03-06-04, 10:53 AM | A bright beam of red cut across Blanc's vision. "So, Genie-Gene-Gene was cut. Mm." Tracing a line across the beam...leaving a bubbling, decaying line of profane energy across it...Blanc quietly chuckles. "Dear, dear Gene. You don't seem to realize...I am here. And everywhere...but...nowhere. T'z'eh." Blanc was floating within his own consciousness now, chaotic thoughts bubbling up and dying, images flickering within broken planes of glass, the occaisonal scene from Noir's vision, and a surge from his...core. His head tilted slightly...as if listening for something, everything around him then collapses...as he breaks back into reality. Miss Frost's room was ruined. The stone had been altered by Blanc to gain a fleshy texture, broken by the occaisonal eye, or of a silently screaming face. Her bed was now a stone hand hovering off the ground, crimson fluid dripping from the gouged stone wrist. Whatever other furniture remained, it had become various holy altars, smilie faces drawn in blood defiling what was once holy. One of the strangest changes, however, was that all of the windows were consumed by the fleshy mess, and that light now appeared from the floor, casting strange shadows. Stepping off the hand, Blanc landed on the crimson ground...what blood had gathered there seperated, he walk to the concealed door being entirely bloodless. Slipping out, he closes the door behind him...leaving a small note tagged to the room's door. "I hope you like the changes. -Love, Blankie" |
| Noir Eros03-06-04, 11:05 AM | The figure laughed...a horrible, almost chittering sound. "I don't see why you'd get mad at me. I was told that you weren't fit to lick the hooves of pigs. I stook up for you, though. I said you were." Elvina may gasp, as she feels a needle pressed into her lower back. "Anyway...I'd like to give you a going-away present. You do your part first, half-breed." Blanc's whispers filled the figure's mind...telling him who the creature was, how she fought, what to do. The entire scenario unfolded before Noir's Mind's Eye...the whispers of time, the whispers of the Farplane, the whispers of madness...all ending just as was planned. |
| Kel'Rea03-06-04, 11:21 AM | "Call me half breed again, and I'll reach down your throat and tear out your spine!" Kel was obviously quite angry. "You know... Matthew Backstrom stood up for me before aswell, but he still tried to kill me! So don't you DARE think that that's some kind of useful leverage to use on me!" Kel'rea murmured some words, and her clawed hands began to glow with arcane energy, as she tried to zip around behind noir, and use her shocking grasp on his neck. |
| Noir Eros03-06-04, 11:37 AM | Noir laughs...twirling the now-lethargic (thanks to a certain poison-tipped needle) like a morbid dance partner. "What's wrong, you little abomination? Angry that you're a mockery to nature?" Blanc's whispers weren't wrong. Ducking under her grasp...just to annoy, honestly, he watches as her spell backfires...and the electricity discharges into it's caster. "Honestly, scaley. I never knew you could get so...mad. You're playing in his field, now. You're playing by his rules." |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-06-04, 01:05 PM | Ting's surprise was greate, when a figure, and then another one, appeared as if from nowhere, and while the latter semed to side them, the former got Elvina, and seemed to be in complete controll of the situation. His gaze darted towards the mage, but Myranthor was not yet with them, still making his way down from above. From the same reason, he couldn't grab his chain for combatant use. His eyes, now appearing to containing dramatical fear and helplessness, darted back towards the offender, and his voice rose to a screamlike falcetto: Dare thou not move, vile fiend of night! Limp be thy hoove - it met the Light! Limp be thy claw - it dares not harm! Limp be thy maw, thy knee, thy arm! His march is ment to hold, demobilize, or paralize the one who apparently wishes harm to theyr companion, but Chan was far from certain that this cave's wildening effect on his melodies won't alter this one, the way it seemed to do so far. |
| Kel'Rea03-06-04, 02:37 PM | Kel'rea doesn't seem hurt by the electircal discharge, just made even more angry. As the figure ducks, she lashes out with her claws, her hood flying off revealing the half-dragon for whom she really is, half-elf half-blue dragon. "May your soul return the abyss from whence it came!" She yells as she lashes out at the faceless thing. ((If she can get a good hold of his head, she'll try and snap his neck...)) |
| Duilya03-06-04, 11:44 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya's heart was racing! What was once a peaceful, if not unbearably bleak, expedition in the cavern had now transformed into a jeopardous confrontation with Elvina's life on the line!!! Duilya wanted nothing more than to lash out against this unwelcome stranger, but was afraid she'd only place the helpless elf in more danger. Still. . .I can't just sit here and do nothing!!! Glowering, Duilya waited for the opportune moment to make her move. Acting too abruptly would undoubtedly bring about Elvina's death. The child's patience was rewarded when Kel'Rea lunged towards Noir. Hoping the fiend would be too distracted with his current opponent to notice, Duilya stepped back into the shadows and instantly vanished only to reappear directly beside Elvina. Desperately wrapping her arms around the Elf, Duilya prepared to shadow jump herself and Elvina back to safety. . . Please let us pass unnoticed!!! Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Noir Eros03-07-04, 12:30 AM | The figure suddenly seems angered... The halfbreed will strike at you, attempting to snap your neck, Noir. Don't let that happen. It's voice seems higher-pitched...and almost hissing. "One chance. One. And together, Purple-Freak and Half-Breed ruined it for all." Sidestepping her claws...too perfectly to seem natural, the creature shakes his head, noticing the purple one's chant. "...Silly, silly toy. We don't come from the abyss." We. "...Game over. You lost, I won...I swear, so..dissapointing." Ting's spell seems to've affected someone...but most certainly not Noir. Elvina's body goes rigid...and any nearby notices it's too rigid...her chest failing to rise or fall, no air being drawn into her body. "...That's what the spell should've been. Stop the entire body...every fiber, every muscle. I wonder how long it'll take until her face turns a lovely shade of purple." It now holds her like a broken toy, it's laugh now evolving into a twisted mockery of the sound, being a series of hisses. "...Remember her face, dear friends. Remember the stilled life within it." Chuckling...he then traces a rune into the air with his spare hand, the other arm wrapped tightly around Elvina's waist. "...it'll be the last time you'll see it as such." Snickering...the figure dissapears with a flash of bright red. |
| Kel'Rea03-07-04, 12:38 AM | Kel'rea falls to her knees, and curses something terrible to the air, her angry voice echoing through the caverns, her breath crackling with electrical energy. After a few minutes of this, she settles down. "That's twice... twice I've failed her in my own right..." She looks around for a moment, then looks up at the chain, and for the first time... notices Myranthor. Her gaze softens somewhat, as she sees him cautiously coming down the chain. Myranthor... The one thing that runs through her mind are her memories of him... that, though few, are obviously fond. "I yet live... but does he know?" She whispers. She sits fully on the ground, cross legged, and begins to slow her breathing down, as if in an attempt to keep herself calm and collected. "Curse my over emotionalisim... It always makes me screw up... absolutley everything..." She mumbles to herself. I shall let him come to me... not I go to him... he will probably curse me for getting his love, Elvina, captured... and probably slay me for it too... but I shall not strike at him, or harm him... Kel'Rea closes her eyes, and waits. |
| Leetah03-07-04, 01:18 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah's cheeks burned as she stared wide-eyed at Kheldar, then more calmly at Lucky. Having no idea how to respond to their bantering, the healer quietly produced the vial of clear liquid again and emptied it's remaining contents into her bowl. Then, after testing the consistency of the mixture by lightly shaking the bowl, Leetah extended her arms towards Kheldar and quietly said. "Please drink this." Her eyes then darted back down towards Lucky. The Leprechaun didn't seem to hold any ill will towards her after she had hurled him into her healer's kit. That improved the cleric's mood a little bit, but she still knew she owed the little guy an apology. "Mr Leprechaun. . .I. . .I would like to apologize for what I did to you. I had no right in treating you so poorly. I'm sorry. . ." Leetah waited for the Leprechaun's response. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun03-07-04, 01:41 AM | Lucky hops onto Leetah shoulder and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Nay me sweet for ye see, yer worth it! Even if I have to suffer thy rath. Thy lovelyness is to much for me" Lucky just looks at her with a happy smile:D |
| Myranthor03-07-04, 10:13 AM | Slowly, carefully, a hand left the solid chain, only to grasp it less than a second later, allowing an uneasy foot to do the same, fearful, panicked atthe thought of missing a steel link, of being sent down, where forgivance was beyond the grasp of even the boldest of adventurers. Concenttrated on my task, my fix eyes remained blind at the sudden arrival of the strange figure, an indistinct creature dwelling in obscure shadows, lair of those possessing dark hearts. Soon enough, though, a violent thunderstorm of cacophonic sounds, the agressive shout hurled by a lost figure of the past, the suprising utterance of terrific words of indignation echoed through the cavern like a rageous lion's agressive roar awoke my dulled senses, spinning my head around. Shockingly, I clearly distinguished, at the bottom of the plain cliff I was climbing down, two women that should've never met, two distinct forces of Nature, a breeze and a thunderstorm, a wave and a tsunami, a candle and a devouring star. The vivid apparition of the half-dragon, the materialization of my late, nightmarish dreams, hit my fatigued mind like a battering ram, shaking its bases, leaving me defenseless, both scared and excited at her appearance, fearful of her demented mind, her distateful frenzies, yet possessed by a fanatic passion to reach for her, to feel the burning energy within her lead my life, direct my learning and my actions like Elvina never could. Elvina...cursed prisonner of shadowy figures, barred from my arcane powers, impossible to reach from my awkward, demonic position. The barbed vines immobilizing my light fingers, the tied gag muttering, strangling in my throat the formulas needed to emancipate the red haired elf from the enemy's grasp was not built of metal, was not the chain I held upon, tightly, occupying my clenched hands. Easily, I could have let go the holes in the metallic rope, muttering the words I had memorized, floating calmly to the solid soil, going down at a constant, yet comfortable pace. However, what could I have done? A simple spell, the most elementary of incantations, destined to alleviate Elvina's burden, would also endanger her, be an humiliating provocation for the insane draconic elf, possibly enraging her even more, be the final spark to ignite Elvina's pyre with consuming flames, destroying fires. Swiftly, my untrusted allies acted, Chan Ting trying to subdue the silhouette, Duilya reaching Agudo's receptionnist through the intricate realm of shadows, while Kel'Rea herself, prey to her brewing, mixed feelings, attacked her former ally, all in vain. A hissing laugh and a blinding flash of red light later, both him and elvina had disappeared, leaving us alone, alone with a ghost, leaving me alone, alone to calm myself, a senseless dragon and the wronged friends of Elvina. I continued to climb down, ordering my body not to shake, my mind not to falter. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-07-04, 11:57 AM | "Mrahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh!" Chan Ting leaped to where a moment ago the dark figure stood, and rolled on the ground when his hands found naught but air. His rolls brought him over the terasse's edge, which he immidiately grasped with his fingers to avoid the long fall; he then pulled himself in a punch, throwing his body up, and against the canion's wall. Hitting it he fell back to the ground, on all four and hissed like a wounded beast. The bard's eyes widened animalistically, and new high-pitched rorar followed. The words "another Filure! Another ally!" could be vaguely distinguished within it, in about teh same way as the winds of a storm seem to carry words within theyr wails. Another scream, shorter this time, and then silence, as the purplish summonee balled into a fetal pose, and finally shut up. |
| Kel'Rea03-07-04, 01:50 PM | Kel'rea looked longingly towards the mage, her eyes pained and lost. "Myranthor..." She tried to say more, but the name played bitter-sweet across her lips, and sealed them so that no more could be said. But no more was needed, her lost expression was enough to tell him how sorry she truly was for having faked her own death so long ago. She looked away, a single tear playing down her face, and it seemed that none of the others existed aside from herself and Myranthor. She longed to once more feel his warm, caring embrace, but knew that such would not come... He probably cares not for me any more... and why should he? What reason have I given him to care for me? I've damned the fate of his aly, his friend... his lover... Thoughts manifested themselves on her face as it continued to avoid meeting with Myranthor's eyes directly. |
| Wirenth03-07-04, 03:22 PM | Wirenth bellows out her frustration. She wanted to make sure her prey was dead, to see the charred bodies. But the MAN on her back had seen enough. He pulled her off course and set her on HIS choice in prey. She was fuming. But what could she do, her mate was working with them so she had to also. With a roar she heads off in the direction she is told to. |
| Duilya03-07-04, 11:44 PM | Originally posted by Duilya "No dear, you haven't done anything wrong. I just get the feeling your shadow buddies like to watch over you, and since their helping us I'll help them." Duilya stared at Elvina for a few seconds as she followed behind Chan Ting. Her stare then quickly turned into a bright smile! Elvina> I like you Miss! You're nice! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif She looked away, a single tear playing down her face, and it seemed that none of the others existed aside from herself and Myranthor. She longed to once more feel his warm, caring embrace, but knew that such would not come... He probably cares not for me any more... and why should he? What reason have I given him to care for me? I've damned the fate of his ally, his friend... his lover... Kel'Rea> OH STOP FEELING SO SORRY FOR YOUR SELF!!! Another being suddenly 'popped' into Kel'Rea existence, taking the form of an angry little elven girl with bright pink hair and a finely crafted little circlet. A tiny red gem embedded in the center of the circlet was glowing eerily. Kel'Rea> AT LEAST YOUR STILL ALIVE!!! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO ACT SO RASHLY AGAINST THAT STRANGER!?!? The child was starting to shake, tears of utter frustration were beginning to well up. Kel'Rea> IF YOU HAD HAVE KEPT YOUR COOL MAYBE WE COULD HAVE SAVED HER!!! The inner glow in the gem then fades away as the child angrily turns around. She could no longer even bare to look at the half-dragon. :mad: (( Kel'Rea, PLEASE do not take any offence to what I just posted. I personally think what you did was very dramatic and extremely well written! Congratulations on introducing some action into these caves! Duilya, however, hates your character's guts right now; and rather unjustly I might add! Duilya's just upset right now because she couldn't save Elvina. Now, rather than except that fact that she was too slow, or that the enemy was too powerful, she has elected to childishly blame Kel'Rea on an out come that was probably unavoidable no matter what the party did. Duilya's just being a brat right now, and she'll probably continue to hate your character for a little while. . .That is, unless someone tries to talk some sense into her or until she gets distracted by something shiny. ;) Darn caves!!! No shinny objects!!! *EDIT* Just so you know, Duilya can read other peoples thoughts via the strange little circlet she wears. This circlet also allows her to communicate to others telepathically. Duilya has to communicate like this because she has no voice of her own. . .She's a mute. )) Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kel'Rea03-08-04, 12:35 AM | Kel'rea's head whips towards Duilya, and she shoots up. "WHAT!? ARE YOU BLAMING *ME* FOR THIS! YOU SELF CENTERED LITTLE WORM! YOU THINK I WANTED HER TO BE CAPTURED!? IF IT WASN'T FOR THIS DAMNED CAVE I'D OF SAVED HER FOR HEIRONEUS SAKE!" Kel'rea shoots towards her, then starts to slow her breathing, and stops, sitting on the ground. "I'm... sorry... the last few months have been... hard..." |
| ruthia03-08-04, 08:32 AM | And things where just about to get harder. As the group in the cave was arguing over who's fault it was that Elvina was gone, their shouting awoke something in the rapidly flowing stream next to them. If anyone had bothered to look into the water they would have seen to giagantic glowing eyes peer up at them from under the water. With a sudden gush of water that threatened to wash our hero's off the ledge a creature appears. Its head is larger then any of the adventurers, with sharp looking teeth and a snake like tongue that flicks in and out of it's mouth. It pulls the upper half of it's body out of the water and you see huge shovel like paws tipped with sharp claws. With a hiss of fury it snaps at the adventurers who have woken it from it's deep sleep! Gene's Area: The lions Seem to kept coming, though the groups efforts are slowing them down. Between Khaira, Rodney, and Kulideb they seem to have killed 10 of the 40 lions. Plus one gets slowed down in Shady's web. A few decided to keep attacking them, but most now turn to the surrond Gene who has yet to fight back. The Lions all start snapping and clawing at him, trying to rip him into little bits. The rest of the group only has 10 more to kill. And for some reason, these lions don't seem to be backing down for nothing. |
| Myranthor03-08-04, 09:03 AM | Stoic, I climbed down the chain completely, arriving on a hard surface, the granitic rock, only to hear Kel'Rea suddently madly shouting, only to babble incoherent excuses afterwards. I knew she, unlike most would believe, thought them, believed in what she said, was but a helpless prey of the electric spark running through her veins, a victim of the blue dragons' prime cruelty. I was prepared tu turn around, to leave the comforting sight, the calm appearance of a meaningless wall to find the complex, colorful sight of a beautiful, ytet angered and dangerous half-dragon, ready to cointrol the slightest of my movements, the sharpest of my words. What great dismay surprisigly fell upon me, however, when my fearful gaze met a strange creature, its head bigger than I, its glowing eyes illuminating the cavern complex. "KEL! IT TOUCHES THE WATER! LIGHTNING!" o O (And please, Corellon, may that act of bravery regain her an ounce of respect, a sample of trust from this small band.) [ready action : If either Kel'Rea spell does not dispatch the monster, or if it attacks before she attacks it, Myr will cast "blindness" at it.) |
| Kel'Rea03-08-04, 09:44 AM | Kel'rea answered not in words, but in actions as she nimbly dived towards the stream, taking a breath, and spewing out lightning into the water. She rolled away, attempting to doge strikes from the angered beast, swiftly getting back up, and snarling her challenge towards the creature. |
| ruthia03-08-04, 11:36 AM | The ligthening Kel-Rea attempt to send at the monster did not in fact all go towards the monster. For some odd reason some of it seems to come right back at the group! And what did hit the monster only made it angerier! ((OK I can't find a picture of this monster so I'll give you a better discription. Imagine a mole the size of a giant with teeth like a shark and the tongue of a snake.... )) |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-08-04, 05:27 PM | One of the smaller lightnings stroke the purple hypersensitive bard, shaking him off his misery, and repositioning him painfully on his feat. He saw his master standing safe on the ground, and sent a hand around the chain, to free and pull it to his side, but then he saw it... ~ The Fanged Beast, the Life's Blood, the supreme dark ruler who needs not mind the skirmishes of any others wthin the pantheon, for it could never lessen his ruhless grip... happyness and resolve only exist because of his omitiveness, because it is not enough to bother him... But why would this aloof, undecripable horror send an avatar here? Then is it unreal? An illusion? But who would dare to mischievingly use the likeness of Urdlen without the god's own desire? While his thoughts raced, hidden from all but Myranthor and himself, his body shook wildly with utmost fear, and his hands left the chain. What use would the mildly-enchanted tool have against a particle of His might? One of his hand reached into his robes, closing around a blood-red handle; but not to pull the sacred weapon out, merely to draw some minimal reassurance from it, to banish the nigh-paralizing terror, and then he jumped right into the creature's opened maw. Chiara! While still airborn, his skin seems to crack and withdraw, but instead of falling to the ground, it somehow melts, or is drawn into him. A form slightly larger han himself is rvealed under the now-disappearing shell, and the Keeper's name in his throat turns into a bestial roar, and the large, purple-furred lynx, leaps to land in the monster's mouth, with an attempt to avoid the rows of its teeth, and plant his claws in the tongue, and the softer tissues, deeper in the beast's mouth. |
| Duilya03-08-04, 05:34 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya lets out a terrible high pitched squeak as arcs of electricity dance all along her body and then ground themselves into the cavern floor. With the lightning gone, the shadow dancer slowly sways back and forth before collapsing hard to the ground; a thin plume of smoke rose from her body. DUILYA!!! One of the girl's shadows quickly flew to her side while the other two charged furiously towards the new threat; pouncing like two gigantic leopards! Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kel'Rea03-08-04, 07:18 PM | Kel'rea blinks as her *breath* some how reflects back to them, after not even traveling a few inches towards the water. Completely baffled, yet very enraged, she throws herself at the beast, slashing at it with her claws. |
| Gene_Kynes03-08-04, 07:33 PM | Gene stabs teh lion w/sword lion: lol wat a noob gene: stfu, ur ded lion: no im not noob gene: omg hacker boooooooot lion: watt??? not my fault u suk gene: *stab* rofl ur ded lion: stfu |
| Kheldar Devaentar03-08-04, 08:07 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "And then Lucky says to Leetah: Nay me sweet for ye see, yer worth it! Even if I have to suffer thy wrath. Thy loveliness is too much for me" Kheldar read aloud what he had written on a loose sheet of paper. "Oh I can't wait to show this to your wife Lucky!! I should be one of those investigator types! Ya know, the kind that ruin marriages and break families apart from each other - I hear it pays pretty good! Oh Lucky!! What will the children think?" Kheldar grinned and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Well, that wasn't the most terrible thing I've ever had. . . I think the mint leaves really helped a lot! Thanks Leetah! . . But I'm a bit confused. . . How does just drinking something get rid of the parasite? Does it kill it or something? I mean, my head doesn't hurt any more and that's great!" Kheldar was really glad to be in his right mind again. "Another thing that kind of confuses me is why did Lucky's bowels explode? That's only supposed to happen after someone dies." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun03-08-04, 08:39 PM | http://nwn.unforgottenrealms.net/downloads/portraits/bg2_m_5.jpg {The sweet Pic of Lucky when he is being good and charming!} Lucky was giving his best Don Juan De Marco look as he wistfully gazed at Leetah. When his partner in crime Kheldar started yapping about Lucky having kids and bowels exploding. Lucky turns to laugh at the mouthy one. “Now Kheldar me boy I didn’t really die! I just be eating to much prunes and onions for lunch!” He winks at Kheldar. “It happens all the time with me. Just check yer pockets that I was riding in when were walking here.” Turning back to Leetah. “Don’t ya be woring me dear about me wife. For she has left me a many a day. As far a me children I have yet to grace the world with me offspring.” He looks deeper into Leetahs eyes. “Would ya like to be the mother of me children?” |
| Drindin03-09-04, 09:51 AM | Rodney runs at one of the lions facing Gene, and attempts to jump up on it's back! If done successfuly, he grabs it's mane, and tries to steer it around. |
| Khaira03-09-04, 10:01 AM | Seeing Gene's predicaments she runs and jumps over a few lions, her swords held down to slice one of the lions into bits. She lands on the back of one lion and in the blink of an eye, her sword impales it's head. She does a cartwheel off of one of the lions, and begins to fight again; all that can be seen is the swirling multitudes of colors as she hacks and slashes at the lions. |
| kulideb03-09-04, 04:20 PM | The elf plunged her sword into the lion tangled in Shadys web. It came out with a sucking noise, the elf wiped her bloody hands in the grass to gain a better grip on the hilt. The air seemed to be thick with the sent of blood, she rubbed her brow and looked around for the others. Rodney appeared to be riding one of the lions, out of the corner of her eye she caught Khairas cartwheel. She headed in the same direction as the lady bard. Swiping at the lions with her sword. She felt to tired to be hungry now. |
| Savael03-09-04, 04:33 PM | It all happened so fast... so horribly, horribly fast... In the blink of little more than an eye the dark, tranquil, cavernous realm of silence inhabited only by his companions stray thoughts had been brutally invaded by the wickedly distorted shadows of only gods knew what... A grim silhouette of something vaguely humanoid had seized Elvina, holding it’s shadowed hand to her neck, no doubt concealing a weapon of some sort... The ensuing appearance of a second figure, as equally well cloaked as the first, did little to ease the growing feeling of unease that had crept over Percev. The situation was more than a little tense to say the least... And then the first of the cloaked assailants offered an ultimatum... and all hell broke loose. And quickly mumbled spell, swift reactions from the others present. Savael found himself backing away from both of the cloaked figures, his back pressed against the cold, unforgiving stone of the cavern walls. The one of the cloaked figures, a female by Percev’s guess at what he couldn’t really make out, who seemed to favour Elvina’s well-being lashed out towards the twisted thing holding the poor elf in an iron-grip... and missed... The result of this was a few hastily bartered words from the dark assailant, and it’s sudden disappearance from the scene entirely in a flash of red light, seemingly much to the dismay of his companions. As the cloaked female tried to calm herself, Duilya apparently lashed out against her, the crimson stone set in the circlet on her forehead glowing faintly, and the newcomer gave her shrill answer in return. His breathing returning to something approaching normality, Percev calmly observed as the lanky form of Myranthor lowered itself down from the still softly glowing chain and onto the narrow ledge on which they stood. The cloaked one uttered his name then, in the hushed tones of one pained by the sound of it... Did the elven mage really know every other persona stepping out of the shadows or emerging through the means of some spell...? Much like the other member of their party... the purple elf... He turned his attention to the crumpled form of Chan, lying curled on the cold ground a few feet from him. He had fell with an echoing roar on his lips, as his cat-like pounce towards their recent enemy had yielded little more than empty air... and a painful meeting with the cavern wall... There was something vaguely bestial about this one... but he was damned if he could figure out what exactly... It didn’t make him any easier, in any case. However, the new-found peacefulness he was currently enjoying was interrupted all too soon... by the arrival of yet another menace of those darkened caves. A huge cascade of water threatened for a moment to pull him off into the darkness beyond the ledge, and the creatures paws outfitted by mother nature - or whatever disgruntled relative had seen this abomination to the world – with a far to large set of claws for his liking, appeared from the depths of those murky waters below him, to rip them all into bloody goo. Percev scurried away from the creature on all fours as best he could. Struggling himself slowly to his feet, a sudden flick with his right hand heralded the appearance of three long, thin identical metal blades from the back of his leather-gauntleted hand. He dropped his backpack to the ground before lashing out against the creatures paws... hoping to distract it... for all the good it might do. |
| Myranthor03-09-04, 06:51 PM | Lux comedo de scaevitas, Alienus a obscuritas, claudo tus, Remitto el aequus de video potestas onicrorites, veritas, o confusio de bipus. Silently, I cursed, angry at the failed attempt of Kel'Rea to feel the beast, at the damned expense of spells I did and the meger probability I had of finding time to study before reaching Malendor or Elvina. I waited for the spell to take effect, hoping to see the monster react to it according to my wishes. (OOC: blindness!) |
| Leetah03-09-04, 10:15 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah blinks at Lucky. "Y-your children? I. . ." The healer took a step back, not that it did her any good because the leprechaun was resting on her shoulder. ". . .I ummm don't know. . .it's just that. . ." Leetah tried her best to put on a friendly smile, but it came out looking more like a nervous grin. ". . .Your a leprechaun, and-and I'm a human. How would it ever work?" Leetah's eyes darted to Kheldar, pleading for help. "And what about the children? How would they turn out? They'd be. . ." Leetah scanned her head for the right word, but all she could come up with was. . . ". . .odd?" Leetah then quietly looked at the little man on her shoulder, hoping she hadn't offended him. As she stared at the leprechaun her mind raced back to the question that Kheldar had just asked her. The question of: How did her cure work? "EEP!" Suddenly, Leetah's eyes widened and she called out to the assassin. "Errr. . .Mr. Kheldar! You may want to go behind those bushes over there! The cure I made works in two steps you see." Leetah turned her head away from the rouge and covered her eyes with one hand. She then used her other hand to try and cover Lucky's. "First the cure oxygenates the blood which assists in the killing of the actual parasite, and second. . ." Leetah forced down a nervous gulp. ". . .it acts as a laxative which expels the dead parasite from your body through means of. . ." The healer could hear Kheldar's stomach begin to moan. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar03-10-04, 07:09 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar frowns. . . Why hadn't she mentioned that before?!? * * * Kheldar came out from behind the bushes. "Well now I'm cured. . . Ugh! I think I want to go back to our home plain! Back to where there aren't strange little bugs that jump into your brain! . . Well. . . That I've met. . . at least. . ." Kheldar looks over to Lucky, then Leetah. "As Lucky already knows, I came to this place with some friends. They were on some sort of quest to rescue someone. They didn't really give me the details. . . and at the time I didn't really care enough to ask. . . But, After I found Lucky, we thought we might try and find out where this certain captured someone might be kept. . . Sadly, our only lead is dead behind those bushes. . . The only other creature I've made contact with is a bunch of tiny dragons. " Kheldar blinks, "Maybe we should go back to the spot where I saw them? I think they could understand me. . . At least when I talked in draconic. . . I wonder if they could show us anything?" Kheldar took a few steps in that direction, he just hoped they weren't too sore over him taking their perching tower. . . Well, only one way to find out! "Ya guys coming?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb03-14-04, 07:25 AM | Her hands felt sticky again from blood some of it was hers, she just hoped that most of it was liond blood. "I'm..so..sorry." she said to the rest of the group, trying to catch her breath and duck as a lion swipped at her with its claws. |
| Branth03-14-04, 09:17 AM | ((I lazy!)) The group seems to slowly dewiddle down the Lions. There are only 5 left to defeat. One of which is trying to jump on Gene's back. Tunnel: The spell has no affect, but for somereason seemed to affect....((I'll let you guys pick. Who wants to be blind for a little while?)) The monster seems to be seperating the group. Kel-Rea, Myranthor, Chan, and Duilya all get shoved to one side. Percev get's shoved to the other. Percev is now out of the monsters range of attack. He can see a small side tunnel. As he walks towards it he will find a message.((Pm Ruthia for it.)) |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-14-04, 11:13 AM | Chan Ting was jumping INTO the deamn thang's mouth, how could he be shoved aside? Though his player hopefully won't, the bard himself will probably remain ignorant of the answer to that question, as his eyes no longer see where he is nor what he's doing. |
| Branth03-14-04, 07:30 PM | ((OOC: Ok Street. Then Chan went to jump into it's mouth, but it's mouth was closed so he bounced off it's nose as he got blinded. :eek: Does that work? Oh and I forgot a group in the last post.... :smirk: )) KHELDAR'S GROUP: As they head towards where Kheldar last saw the mini dragons, the air around them gets suddenly quiet. An electric charge seems to fill the air, danger is everywhere. A distant roar is heard, something dangerous is getting very close to Kheldar, Leetah, and Lucky. (( ;) And the people who are getting closer know who they are. )) |
| Khaira03-14-04, 09:34 PM | Without a second thought, Khaira leaps at the lion trying to claw at Gene's back. "Over my dead body, stupid animal!" She slices in an "X'' at the lions, yelling as she does so. "Gene! Ya all right?" |
| Wirenth03-17-04, 07:34 AM | With a loud roar she zooms through the skies. She can smell meat, but can't go after it. They had just past a group of lions getting severaly defeat by a group of people, but that wasn't the group HE wanted her to find. So they continue on. ((OOC: Hey you know who! Where heading you know where to get you know who now!)) |
| kulideb03-22-04, 04:39 PM | The elf looked up as a shadow passed over head, a roar to her left made her look away. The lion hit out with one of its large paws sending the elf flying. The lion lept after her, coming down on top of the elf. Kulideb didnt have much time she lay still her sword hilt pressed into the ground with the sharp point aiming skywards. The lion landed, the sword sinking deep into its chest. The elf could feel its hot breath on her face as she fainted. |
| Myranthor03-22-04, 06:13 PM | With a sudden twist of my readied wrist, I promptly canceled the inoportune effects of my backlashed spell, having now deducted pretty clearly that such a mosnter was hermetically shieled against potent magic, untouchable by the terrifying spells thatcould have freed our poor lives from his threat. Resolute, I mournfully accepted the ignominious death of my capabilities in the matter at hand, delving into my old sack in hope of finding curative mixtures, priceless presents handed to me by fierce heroes and stalwart allies of the past, errant Knights of the Radiant Heart Order. |
| Luika03-22-04, 07:24 PM | .http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Copyright by Gordon Quigley One hand violently grasping the sculptural creature's majestical scales, hoping to discover in its small cracks enough place to slip my stressed fingers, my own keen piton, my other limb placed above my overly sensible eyes, unprepared for such a brilliant sun, its hot beams, its blinding rays, I drove my massive mount at a mind dazing speed, fending the azure sky. The idyllic sea, marvelous ocean in which I bathed, the absolute, delicious feeling of sheer power felt while riding through immensity, the delicious taste of invulnerability I was rightly immersed in, coupled with the soft rustle of wind, the sweet odors coming from an unscarred land left alone under me and the sublime painting it formed beneath me was distateful, horrible, a terrible perversion of everything all clever hands should have worked for, a deceptive illusion fooling most living, stupid beings. Yet, even through the hypocritical felony of the good divinities, while dodging their devious traps, the seductive lure of the forsaken pleasures they offered us, grim satisfaction could be met, intense pleasure and gory revelry still possible. Gesturing menacingly towards the distant ground, pointing precisely, a threatening arm brandished over their unmefying heads, dark arrow of delicious revenge upon fools' souls, I ordered my mount to warm up their hearts with her fiery breath, to extinguish the thin candle of their miserables, valueless lives. |
| Drindin03-22-04, 07:32 PM | Kel'rea barely manages to catches herself as she flies off to the right... She snarls somewhat, and looks over at Myranthor. "Such powerful a beast as I have faced before, but not without my magic!" She holds back, resisting the urge to rush the creature and skin it. |
| Lucky Leprechaun03-23-04, 01:48 AM | Lucky is happy to join with Kheldar and have some fun. “Ye know I be coming tall one and don’t forget the lovely Leetah” He winks at her to come along to the dragon lizards nest. |
| Khaira03-23-04, 09:56 AM | As Khaira leaps at the lion whom is assaulting Gene and takes it out, another lion circles around her and pounces her! She wrestles with the lion for a while, as it's great maw with the very sharp teeth leer close... "Off me, dammit! Off, OFF!" She holds her foremost sword up, and whispers a few words in an all but forgotten language, at the same time turning her head. The lion is suddenly hit by a quite large blast of flame, sending it flying back. "Can't keep me down for long! Damn oversized cat!" She walks over to the now-charred lion, who seems to be rubbing at its face to stop the burning. Swiftly, she brings one of her swords down, ending its pain. She then turns back to the remaining (4?) lions, and walking towards them again. "Well, back to work!" |
| kulideb03-24-04, 03:13 AM | The elf came round to find a great weight pressing down on her, she pushed at the heavy body of the dead lion while trying to roll from underneath it. |
| ruthia03-24-04, 07:49 AM | Gene's group: 2 lions left, one still trying to take Gene down, the other ready to take Khaira on. The lion is much to heavy for Kulideb by herself, maybe she can get some help from Rodney. Kheldar's group: As you close in on the last place you saw the little dragons you hear the flapping of wings and... ((I'll leave the rest to Wirenth to post.)) Myranthor's group: The creature snaps at the four it has trapped, it's foul breath threating to knock the group out before it even sinks it's teath into them. Percev is still seperated from the rest...... ((Now NPCing Gene up to speed. After this I expect you'll hopefully be able to keep up.)) Gene allows the lion to jump on his back, knocking him to the ground. Before the lion can pin him though, he dissappears from under him and reappears above it, driving a dagger straight through the base of it's neck, killing it instantly. |
| Khaira03-24-04, 10:08 AM | Khaira readies her blades, and without a second thought, she begins to charge the lion. At the same time, however, the lion decides to pounce the charging bard! She was expecting this and, as the lion comes flyinfg for the bard, she goes into a roll, barely missing the killing teeth of the lion. She then stands up, and turns around. In two swift movements, the lion is incapacitated as its blood and guts ooze from the side of its body. She then turn to Kulideb and Gene ... both of them were having trouble... |
| Duilya03-25-04, 05:13 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya tumbles like a discarded rag doll as the creature shoves her aside along with Kel-Rea, Myranthor, and Chan Ting. There was no threat of the girl passing out from the creature’s odious breath because she was already out cold from the electric attack that had gone wrong earlier. Duilya’s shadows started attacking more frantically! They couldn’t understand why the monster’s strength wasn’t being drained by their attacks! Giving up on trying to weaken the creature, the shadows all dive towards the monster’s eyes, blanketing its slight with their incorporeal twilight bodies. If they couldn’t kill the creature via strength drain, maybe they could at least blind it. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-25-04, 09:52 AM | The lynx, not daring to attempt the same maneuver without the aid of his eyesight, leaps on the monster itself, trying to scratch and bite at it. Should he feel the side of its mouth with his paws, however, he'll still try to swing his body into it, while avoiding the teeth, and start attacking its tongue and the inside of its mouth. |
| Drindin03-25-04, 09:55 AM | Kel'rea coughs at the smell of the breath, and struggles to get fresh air. Unable to do so, her form collapses on the ground. She was lucky she was unconcious. For at the same time, the beast managed to get it's teeth around her shoulder, promptly biting into it... and hard. |
| Wirenth03-26-04, 08:16 AM | Gesturing menacingly towards the distant ground, pointing precisely, a threatening arm brandished over their unmefying heads, dark arrow of delicious revenge upon fools' souls, I ordered my mount to warm up their hearts with her fiery breath, to extinguish the thin candle of their miserables, valueless lives. And with that order Wirenth dives for the ground. With a roar she levels off just above the tree tops, every beat of her massive wings sending a gush of air that threatens to rip the trees from the ground. Her scales sparkle so brillantly in the sun that it's hard to look at her, let alone see the Luika on her back. Looking down upon LUCKY, KHELDAR, and LEETAH Wirenth takes a deep breath and lets it go with a FOOSH a she breaths deadly fire down onto the group. |
| Drindin03-26-04, 10:00 AM | Rodney the gnome decides to try and wrangle a lion, leaping onto it's back, and holding onto it's furry mane. "Whooha!" he hollers. |
| Leetah03-27-04, 02:17 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah followed closely behind Kheldar as he led her and Lucky back towards the spot where he had last found the little dragons. She had wanted to hold the assassin's hand along the way, and had even secretly reached out towards it once or twice, but had never been able to muster enough courage to actually take it. Blushing a bit, she tried again but then quickly with drew her arm when she spotted Lucky possibly looking towards her. Had the little man just seen her reach out towards Kheldar? Or was her mind merely playing tricks on her? Either way, Leetah's face reddened furhter. Just then, Leetah heard something softly swooping towards them from behind. Quickly turning around to see what it was, Leetah smiled as she spotted one of the little dragon's that Kheldar must have been talking about. It's small size made it kind of adorable! "Over there Mr Kheldar! Behind us. I see one of those little dragons you mentioned. . ." :love: Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar03-27-04, 04:32 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Huh? But we're not there yet. . ." Kheldar turned around looked in the direction Leetah was facing. Sure enough there was something in the sky, but it was much more shiny and bright than what Kheldar had remembered. "Yeah. . . I guess you're right Leetah, it's a different color though." Kheldar's keen eyes focused on the dragon a little bit harder. "That's strange, it's got a big, ugly lump on it's back, like a giant zit or something. . . oh?" The dragon was continuing to get larger and larger, but it still didn't seem that close to them. "Uuummmm. . . That's definitely not one of the friendly little guys I mentioned before. . . I think that one's a. . ." A deadly wave of fire escaped the Dragon's mouth. It started engulfing trees as it quickly made it's way towards them. "GOLD DRAGON! Everyone get out of the way!!!" Running backwards, away from the creature was completely out of the question given it's alarming velocity, that meant dashing to one of it's sides! Kheldar grabbed Leetah and prepared to roll with her away from the flames, but what would Lucky do?!? The little Leprechauns tiny legs wouldn't get him very far, and there simply wasn't any time to bend over and pick the little fellow up! There was only one thing left to do! Kick Lucky really really hard!:angel: Kheldar sent his foot flying towards the Leprechaun. Lucky would go soaring one way, Kheldar and Leetah the other. It would be a good idea to split up! That way the dragon would have to split up it's attacks! . . It just so happened that circumstances left Kheldar clinging close to Leetah, and Lucky with a sore butt. . . Purely circumstantial! As soon as Kheldar was finished saving Lucky, Leetah and him tumbled away from the flames! Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb03-27-04, 05:01 AM | The elf found she couldnt move the dead weight of the lion her self, the weight was making it hard to breath. She tried to focus on the shadow plane but was finding it hard. "Emm...Can.. someone.. help me?" she gasped. |
| Wirenth03-27-04, 07:42 AM | The GOLD dragon roared in fury as her prey ran in differnt directions. Confused as to what to do she turns to her riders. o O(Which do I chase) ((OOC: Little info here. Pern dragons only come in Gold, Bronze, Brown, Blue, and Green. And the occasional White like Ruthia. Gold and Green are Female, the rest are male. Though White can be either. So for example I am a Pern dragon, but the ones the Lions are feeding on are not. :D )) |
| Khaira03-27-04, 01:10 PM | Seeing Kulideb's current predicament she runs over, and grabs at the lion, attempting to lift it from Kulideb's body. She couldn't hold the lion up like this for long ..... she hoped Kulideb had enough strength to move. "Arwenamin, are you hurt? Can you move?" |
| Luika03-27-04, 04:12 PM | .http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Copyright by Gordon Quigley The magnific beast swooped down, swift winds caressing my face, its hot, sulfuric breath warming the air surrounding me, filling it with horrid scents, odors of burned matter and friable hope. Despite these pleasing news, my favorite target eluded this devious trap, launching his own body farther, in hope of surviving, grabbing another one along with him in his violent fall, rolling unprotected on keen rocks. Something was not as predicted, however. When I merely thought of finding an old acquaintance, a mediocre assassin, merely a foolish toy manipulated by an archmage of relative capacities, I found him surprisingly accompanied by two blurry creatures I proved unable to autely distinguish in the fiery mist, the toxic fumes exhaled by my steady mount. "Don't roast them, this time. Let's land." |
| Lucky Leprechaun03-28-04, 01:27 AM | Lucky felt this sudden pain in his handsome rear… And the next thing he knew he was flying; and could not help but think that Kheldar would earn an extra special Lucky surprise, when he caught up with his Mouthy friend.. But when the Luckiest Leprechaun in the Realms hit a tree trunk and made an undignified BONK; off the tree and landed back where he started. All Lucky could do was look up and see the mighty Dragon starting to land….. On Him! “YIP!” |
| Savael03-28-04, 05:07 AM | Savael made another disappointing thrust and subsequent stab with his gauntlet at the creatures oversized paws. Glancing up for a moment to see how the others were doing he couldn’t help but notice the fact that the monster had effectively managed to separate them. What on earth was he going to do?! There was no escape, no way off the cliff edge he’d made his way out on, there was... a small cave entrance? Savael folded his blades back into the groves of his gauntlet and backed up against the cavern wall, that tiny hole in the cold cavern wall looked much more inviting than cruel death in that abominable monsters jaws... OoC: Ok, so it’s a new years and new possibilities – or so they say anyway. But what happened to my spare time? Where did it go all of a sudden, did it simply run away? Did anyone see it? My spare time appears to have disappeared sometime between last week and now. If found, please return it to this address: Iwantmoresparetimerightaboutnow!!1 Your sincerely, Savael. Awfully sorry for not posting too much lately, I know I’m a twerp – just don’t holler it out across the boards every now and then ok? Love from Sav, |
| kulideb03-28-04, 05:13 AM | The elf felt the weight lighten and heard Khairas voice. She rolled to the side and drew in a few deep lung fulls of air. "Thank you my Lady, I'm fine..now." she said. Standing up on unsteady leggs and looking round at the bloody mess. "I hope the others are having an easier time than we are!" she said with a grin. |
| Wirenth03-28-04, 07:42 AM | Wirenth does as her rider comands, landing in the area that Kheldar and the others had just vacated. She lets out a hiss as she lands, swiviling her head back and forth viscously, guarding Luika. |
| ruthia03-28-04, 08:17 AM | Myranthor's Party Just as the beast bite Kel, Chan the UNBLIND* jumped into it's mouth and started attacking it's tongue. The creature roars in pain and lets go of Kel, dropping her next to Duilya. It then shakes it's head back and forth trying to dislodge Chan. ((*Unblind because Myranthor reversed the spell.)) Percev indead finds a opening... In fact he finds a tunnel. Where does it lead? Walk through and find out ;) Gene's Party Every lion is now dead..... Well except the one Rodney is trying to rodeo ride around the others. As you guys watch Rodney ride around on this frantic lion, the lion is just trying to get away now it doesn't want to fight, you hear a strange crackling noise. It seems still kind of far away, but the noise is getting closer..... Kheldar's Party. The woods around Wirenth is on fire as she lands. Where she lands, well just about on top of dear old Lucky of course! When Lucky looks up he will see that his luck still holds true, the dragon's front feet are on either side of his little body! If Kheldar and Leetah look now they can see the dragon clearly, but not the shadowy figure on her back. |
| Myranthor03-28-04, 09:01 AM | Kel'Rea's mutilated body, leaving the amorphous creature's deadly teeth, fall on the rocky ground, bruising her already wounded muscles, leaving her lying on the floor. Nevertheless, now the polymorphed Chan Ting, purplish lightning ray of raging courage, scratching madly the monster's skin, was imprisonned within his muscular jaw, senselessly clenching his teeth around the beast upper's lip. Raising an opened palm towards the strange creature I summoned, I blurted delicate words at a dazing speed, rushing my tongue to suffer unimaginable contorsions. A flow of energy rose in my shoulder, a tiny ball of arcane power transmitted itself falong my arms, chilling to the touch, madly precipitated, to erupt from my pointed fingers, encircling Chan Ting, instiling his body with the supernatural celerity that took control of my own speech.* Confident in that simple spell's results, my unfilching attention left the lynx to hastily search into my leather bag, allowing my hand to find a little vial, a tiny bottle containing a light mixture, possessing an aftertaste of hazelnut, only to throw it gently to Duilya. "DUILYA! FOR HER!" * my version of the haste spell. Enjoy! |
| Duilya03-29-04, 08:46 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif The tiny vial soared gently through air as it came closer and closer to the unconscious child. With a solid 'thunk' it beaned the girl right in the forehead! Duilya began to stir. . . OOOoooOOooOW. . .What hit me? Duilya opened her eyes; her entire body ached. Patches of black could be seen all along her arms and legs. Her pink hair also stuck out in all directions, like a great big powder puff. Duilya's eyes narrow in on the small vial that had hit her. Her eyes light up with hope! YAY! A healing potion!!! This must be Heaven's way of saying sorry to me for all that bad things that have happened! Duilya quickly grabs the bottle and undoes the top. But just as she's about to pour it's contents down her throat, she hears Myranthor call out to her. "DUILYA! FOR HER!" . . . The shadow dancer looked like she was about to cry as she shoved the cap back on the bottle. Duiya then turns her head towards Kel'rea; puncture wounds the size of the child's fist covered the Half-Dragon's body!!! What had happened to her!? Letting out a soundless cry, Duilya forced her agonized body to rotate towards Kel'rea. Climbing up the woman's form, Duilya reached Kel'rea's head and emptied the potion into her throat. The child then slumped down beside her, quaking in pain. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin03-29-04, 09:18 PM | .... The sky was red.... the land was bathed in a red light... Twisted, mushroom like trees stood behind her.... Myranthor was watching in horror as a storm... Kel's storm... brewed up in the sky... The dead moaned below... Malendor... and Reginald, with a bushy beard and hide armour, watched aswell... She was the glue that held this collapsing party together, the other two leaders dead already... A flash... then thunder... Kel had sent herself away, and in her place she left a vengeful wraith, wandering the ground below the party. She needed to get away, to much played down on her heart. She was in the place she once called home, a large grand city. Here she would stay, but soon she found Myranthor again. It was apparent he had been practing the magic of the dragons. She could practically sense his presence. She even followed him into this dungeon... Suddenly, everything on her body was roaring with furious pain. Despite the potion, she still felt the pain. "GODS!" She hollered, gripping her shoulder, and rolling into a fetal position. A fire surrounded her form... But... but this never happened... She felt her skin crackle in the flames... "AGH! THE FIRE THE FIRE! MAKE THE FIRE GO AWAY!" She hollered. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai03-30-04, 02:31 PM | The purple lynx's eyes finally open, and he finds itself withing the critter's mouth... no, this is no avatar of Urdlen's, if it bleeds from the caress of his humble claws! There is, if so, hope? As the new hope that this battle may end in more than just heroic death spreads in his body, another feeling spreads as well: the walls of his new cell - the imposer's mouth - move much more slowly, and the blood from its tongue runs as if it was vapor! Not sure who his benefector is, Ting uses the new speed and the regained eyesight to delve deeper into the beast: he pushes himself into its throat, clawing and raking with all four paws, biting at the root of its tongue, trying to squeeze himself into the throat, and counting on his feline flexability {if not malability} to do so. It's big, and it's fleshy; the latter hints it has vital organs, and the former, that they are not too hard to reach... like every follower of Chiara, Chan's feelings towards assasination for a right cause are warm, loving, and a little purple. Well, maybe that last part isn't common to ALL those who share his religeon. |
| Kheldar Devaentar03-30-04, 10:14 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar made a face when the great Gold Dragon landed right on top of Lucky. Dust kicked from under the dragon's feet and Kheldar couldn't see the little Leprechaun any more. Well, if Lucky had some rogue training he could make on heck of a devastating sneak attack right now. . . maybe even a crippling strike. . . hmmmm. . . I hope the little twerp's ok. . . Kheldar unwrapped himself from around Leetah and got up. A Gold Dragon. . . Of all the dragons he was familiar with, Gold Dragons certainly demanded the most respect. . . they were also the most feared in combat. What did he know about Gold Dragons that could help? Would his knowledge even be any value in this different plane?! He'd have to find out. "Parley!! You Gold's parley before you fight! . . Umm what else? . . You hate injustice. . . But I don't think I've done anything unjust, well not in a while any way. . . Can we help you? . . Do ya want us to get rid of that ugly lump on your back? Kheldar turned to speak quietly into Leetah's ear. He carefully kept one eye on the giant beast. "Please, stay behind me and I'll make sure you wont get hurt. . ." Kheldar honestly wished he knew how he was going to keep that promise. ". . . You don't have any pearls or small gems in that kit of yours by any chance, do you?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah03-30-04, 11:13 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "I-I have a diamond. . ." Leetah cowered behind Kheldar, her eyes were as wide as saucers. The girl had never seen a dragon before in her entire life! And from the looks of things, she didn't anticipate ever seeing another one. Tearing her eyes away from the horror that stood before them, Leetah frantically rummaged through the contents of her healers kit. Her entire body was shaking terribly. Leetah was scared. "Here! Here it is." The girl fished out the diamond and thrust it into the assassin’s hand. She then raised her vision back to the dragon. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Wirenth03-31-04, 08:21 AM | Wirenth hears the noise of someone talking to one side of her. o O(TP Luika> There they are. Over in those trees. The fools are acctually dumb enough to help us find them!) She listens to what Kheldar says and then... o O(TP All in area> Pern dragons have no use for gold or other riches. But as for this Lump on my back. Well yes, maybe you could help me get it off.) She stands very still, waiting for them to come out. o O(TP Luika> Maybe they'll come closer and make this even easier for you.) |
| Savael03-31-04, 08:36 AM | Percev gave his embattled comrades one final glance before swiftly ducking into the cramped passageway. It would have been bad enough having to crawl down yet another cold, dank and cramped tunnel like this without having to try to block out all the gristly noises from behind... He mouthed for himself to shut up and tried to scurry faster, pushing his backpack in front of him as he pressed on, to where he did not know. |
| kulideb04-04-04, 06:21 AM | The elf wiped the blood from her sword, she looked over to Rodney. "If you have finished playing with the creature, I think I can hear some thing!" She looked at Khaira to see if she had heard it too. |
| Drindin04-04-04, 01:00 PM | Rodney finally fell off the poor creatures back, and chuckled as it ran off into the woods. "Well! I showed him!" With that, Rodney hobbled back to Kulideb. "Well, Miss Kulideb, what do you hear?" |
| kulideb04-04-04, 03:22 PM | "Not sure its a strange crackling noise and its getting nearer." She said to Rodney looking a little puzzled. |
| Drindin04-05-04, 09:51 AM | Rodney grumbled, and rubbed the inside of his ear with his finger. "Aye, I can hear it... don't want to, though. Terribly annoying sound." |
| Khaira04-05-04, 09:55 AM | She looks around at all the destruction and life that has been destroyed of the lions; her eyes fell on the dragons that were being feasted on. She wonders why there would be dragons this deep in the forest, in Pern...but then she hears that sound, that crackling sound. Burning, perhaps? Or lightning?She looks to Rodney, just as he scares the lion into running away. Then she heard Kulideb... "Aye, Arwenamin, what could it be making that sound? (*1)Amin nurta auta yeste' mamin. Esta sinome ten' a'elle coiasira." With that, Khaira readies her blades again and murmurs something in the elvish tongue to herself. "Eru, nurtamin eithel amiatite."(*2) [I]Khaira shimmers away and she appears to turn into some kind of ghost...a light breeze picks up and with that, Khaira begins to float/fly at top speeds towards the sound...[/I *1 Hide, I will go first to look. Rest here for a little bit. *2 Corellon, One Father, Hide me in the palm of your hand. |
| Leetah04-06-04, 11:12 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif The once beautiful and flourishing forest scene that Leetah, Lucky, and Kheldar had entered was now quickly becoming a deadly inferno! Leetah could feel the heat of the spreading flames all around her. If the group didn't do something, and fast, they’d all be consumed by the raging fire! A shrill scream escaped Leetah's lips as Wirenth's voice invaded the girl's mind. Ducking behind Kheldar, the healer listened in fear to the thundering voice of the great golden dragon. Apparently the large beast wasn't interested in small gems or any other such treasures. Whatever Mr Kheldar had planed wasn't going to work! What were they going to do!? The flames drew closer. . . o O (. . .But as for this Lump on my back. Well yes, maybe you could help me get it off.) "Yes!" Leetah blurted out from behind Kheldar as she dashed towards the dragon. Maybe if she helped the terrifying creature it would leave them alone! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Luika04-08-04, 08:14 AM | .http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Copyright by Gordon Quigley The magnificent dragon was indeed a powerful, strategic ally. Not only was she a fierce warrior, hell mounted on legs, an inferno waiting to be lighted, and a fast, secure mean of transporttion. It also was a transportable hiding device, coupled with a respectable strategist and tricky liar. When the draconic marvel adressed itself to the senseless, foolish priest, a sharp shrill of intense fear escped her red lips, sending through my spine the intense pleasure that would feel any hunter, upon discovering its favorite prey scared, petrified, out of control. Dashing towards the dragon, passing by its massive neck, which did hide the Sharran cleric, Leetah's blue eyes caught a glimpse of her former torturer. A large smile, or rather, a triumphant rictus stood over his face, and his dark eyes sparkled, like black stars in a sky of clear light, when he said : "As much bewildering it is to meet you, it remains nonetheless a sheer, inspiring pleasure. Maybe you would prefer not to know what it inspires me, however." |
| Lucky Leprechaun04-09-04, 12:40 AM | Lucky shook himself from the dirt floor, and the nasty footprint of a dragon on his body. “Tis a hard day for Lucky that be for sure!” He stands as he sees a strange man making a move on his women. Hoping like a giant jackrabbit Lucky shoots over several trees to land smack on top of Leetah’s head. “Stand back! Ye nasty dragon lover! :P I shall not be letting thou touch a hair on Leetah head!” Lucky puts up his fist as if to punch Luika |
| kulideb04-13-04, 03:25 AM | Kulideb watched as khaira seemed to fade away. She sat down on the grass and rested her head on her knees while she waited for the lady to return. |
| ruthia04-13-04, 07:57 AM | Khaira's group: Kulideb can hear the sound getting closer and closer by the minute and Khaira can now see it's source. The skies fill with black smoke as the woods burns itself to the ground and the fire is spreading closer to where Kulideb and Rodney are hide. ((OOC: And Gene too, but I've seen him online and he hasn't tried to catch up, so I'm guessing he's done here. If he does come back then he can just start posting at where the group is now, standing waiting for Khaira to tell them what's going on.)) Kheldar's party: Being that close to the dragon Leetah and Lucky now start to feel extremly afraid of the beast in front of them. The fear may be strong enough to root them in place so they can not move, the fear is called Dragon Fear and it's a natrual ability of all Pern dragons. Normally they supress it around humans, but Wirenth does not. Kheldar can also feel this fear affect, though not as strongly as the other two. So he can still move and think for himself. ((And hopefully the others too!)) Myran's group: The monster starts to thrash about As it tries to get Chan out of it's throat. But since it's doing this it is not attacking the group, so Myranthor is free to maybe help Kel out of the fire? And Finally Percev: Percev starts to curve around in the tunnel and seems to be getting closer to the monster again. Eventually he finds himself coming out right behind Duilya, though slightly hiden from the monster...... |
| Myranthor04-13-04, 08:53 AM | Grumbling, I lifted my intense focus from the savage beast itself, leaving the poor Chan Ting alone to fight it off, armed only with his sharp and deadly claws, for my concentration had been broken by a fierce, warm roar that erupted meters from me. Kel'Rea sublime bdy, lying on the cold floor, suddenly, spontaneously combusted, leeched by hungry flames, storn by Kossuth's voracious heralds, dancing over her burned flesh. As many courageous knights would bravely unshethe their een swords, hollering cries of ralliement before joining a bloody melee, or as noble kings brandished scepter and crowns before parding for their surprised population, I reached for my belt, seizing an old parchment, carefully inscribed for such a terrible occasion, a time when the elements would offer themselves freedom over our control. I ran to her side, holding the arcane scroll in one hand, the other trying to reach a part of her body untouched by the fire yet, to, at least activate the potent magic stored within. (OOC: Haste continues without concentration. It was a protection from elements spell (12/dmg prevented each round, up to 120 dmg). If the need arises, Myr will burn himself to cast the spell on Kel.) |
| Drindin04-13-04, 09:41 AM | There is no actual fire, Myranthor discovers, however kel is huddled into a fetal position. Despite the healing, she's still bleeding badly from her shoulder, and one could infer that the wound is so bad, she doesn't just feel it on her shoulder. She uselessly clings onto Myranthors cloak, shivering as she starts to get cold to the touch. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-13-04, 11:54 AM | The bard continus his beastly dance within the monster's throat, trying to reach for its vital organs. Should his claws appear insufficint, after he reaches the heart or some such assasinable center, he'll shift to elven form, and apply Chiara's dagger; He has yet to see anything living rsisting its holy edge. |
| kulideb04-14-04, 03:25 AM | The elf wished Khaira would come back, she looked at Rodney and smiled trying to be reasuring. She was sure the noise was getting louder. |
| Khaira04-14-04, 09:46 AM | (Is Khaira able to see Lucky and Kheldar, as well? Or just the big fire and lots of smoke??) Flowing with the wind, Khaira flows back to Kulideb and Rodney. Her voice is quiet and ghost-like, even, as she relays the events of what she saw in just several short words. "It's a big fire, and lots of smoke!!!The forest is burning!" |
| Drindin04-14-04, 09:48 AM | Rodney rolls his eyes. "Oh, this is just MAGICAL! Lets get the nine out of here! FALL BACK!" With that, rodney begins to run the opposite direction of the fire, trying to drag Kulideb with him. |
| kulideb04-14-04, 11:30 AM | "Did you se.." Kulideb began to say to Khaira, but is cut sort as Rodney begins to drag her away. "Hold up Rodney!" she said trying to bring the gnome to a halt. |
| Khaira04-14-04, 01:34 PM | Khaira holds up a ghostly, transparent hand to the both of them. "Hold on! There could be some kind of supernatural force feeding the fire! If we just stop that force, we could stop the fire - save the forest! We should investigate this further, I say. Besides, Rodney, where would you run? The fire will overtake you if you do nothing to stop it." |
| kulideb04-14-04, 05:06 PM | The elf dug her heels in. "Stop! Rodney, Khaira is right. We must try to do some thing!" She began to move back towards the fire, this time it was the elf trying to drag the gnome. |
| Khaira04-15-04, 10:03 AM | In her ghost-like form, Khaira floats with the wind again, "flying" at top speeds as she travels towards the source again, in hopes of finding the actual source of the fire |
| Savael04-15-04, 11:47 AM | Percev crawled further and further through the dark and cramped confines of the small tunnel, now gently curving to the right... The sound of the monsters throaty roars and his companions voices over the din seemed for a time to grow more and more distance, before slowly picking up again... With his head bowed low, his arms pressed tightly to his side and his backpack relentlessly pushed ahead of him he barely – and just barely – make out the shape of an opening ahead! Relief fuelled his vary limbs as he crawled towards the freedom ahead, freedom from these horrid tunnels! But what was this? Something moved ahead of him, before the opening he could see figures moving and shifting... figures who’s identities were impossible to mistake... The person taking up most of his view at the moment were at least one of innocence personified... The small, pink haired girl called Duilya. Her wild, bushy pink hair flowed from her little head and down her frail shoulders – and from the look of things the tide of the battle hadn’t exactly changed too much since his departure. He had to lead them away from all this, away from the horrors of these caves and off to something else... ...something far more... gruesome... Crawling to the mouth of the cave, he tentatively reached forward to tap the little child carefully on the shoulder and beckon her to follow his lead. They had to get out of this somehow, the ledge was not a pleasant place at the moment... and he was going to lead them. |
| ruthia04-15-04, 12:45 PM | Lots of fire and smoke is all that Khaira see's at first, but once she tries to find the source of the fire it become pretty clear.... A big gold dragon! She can not see what has angered the dragon, (( Kheldar's group)) but she at least now knows the cause of this sudden inferno. As another curiousity she can see a very familiar looking volcano to the west of her........... |
| Khaira04-15-04, 01:51 PM | Silent as a ghost, swift as the wind, Khaira "flies" back to the group. This form wouldn't hold up much longer, she knew. She beckoned a hand to Kulideb and Rodney. "Hurry, my friends! A haven lies before us, I believe; I am sure of it, in fact. The fire is indeed caused by a supernatural force; a very large, very angry golden dragon. A spectacular marvel to view, indeed, but not when she is in this state! I know not what provoked her; perhaps she was engaged in a battle with the dragons that the lions were feasting on. We dare not linger her any longer, lest the dragon's fire reaches us, too! The volcano; we must head for the volcano! No questions, please; time and speed are of the utmost importance. Come now, hurry!" Khaira floats ahead a few feet as she waits for Rodney and Kulideb to comply... |
| Kheldar Devaentar04-15-04, 07:48 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "As much bewildering it is to meet you, it remains nonetheless a sheer, inspiring pleasure. Maybe you would prefer not to know what it inspires me, however." "Now that has got to be the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!" Khedlar looked at up at the dragon's mount. A benevolent looking Half Elf with a grin of absolute satisfaction across his face. "A Half-Elf. I'd say you've inherited the worst of both worlds. . . So you're the giant, ugly zit on this dragon's back? . . . What's the meaning of all this? Aren't you tree-hugging Elfy types supposed to like the forest?" Kheldar caught a glimpse of the weapon on Luika's chest, he thought he had a pretty good idea of what it was supposed to represent. Ooh, he's one of those clerics. Kheldar blinked at the Gold Dragon. If she was willingly helping her mount, then obviously this wasn't the type of Gold Dragon he was familiar with! Hmmm. . . better run. Kheldar spoke to his friends in a quite voice. "Lucky, get us out of here! You can use your magic or something to escape right. . . Right Lucky? Umm. . . Lucky? . . Leetah?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb04-17-04, 04:53 PM | Kulideb sighed. "It would have been nice to see a dragon, I have only seen them in paintings." She looks in the direction that Khaira had come from but then turned and followed the lady, trusting that Khaira would lead them some where safe. |
| Lucky Leprechaun04-18-04, 02:10 AM | “What? Kheldar, cant ye be seeing that me mighty fists are about to be knocking this lizard lover.” But being the Luckiest leprechaun of all, he thought better of it. “Thou is a smart one Kheldar and I can tell, yer the kind of guy who has run from a lot of fights.” ;) He winks at the tall mouthy one. “And well tis done ye a lot in given thee a long life. Sooo we be running” With that he cast the Bard magic of mass haste. |
| Luika04-18-04, 08:22 AM | IMG]http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif[/IMG] Copyright by Gordon Quigley "Now that has got to be the worst pick-up line I've ever heard!" o O ( Will he ever, EVER think of something else than useless flirting, uninteresting seduction or will his ruined, miserable mind forever be the desperate captive of his decayed brain cells? It was highly probable that the poor soul was forever lost, hopelessly dazed and merrily amused by his thoughtless life, sorely blind of the world's crucial absurdity. ) Disdainfully, my black eyes hovered over the pathetic form of Kheldar, the rusted assassin, the despicable worm who sacrificed his precedent, delicious evil instincts to become the ridiculous man he was now, a good cleric's trained dog. Shifting my gaze's direction, preferring the blond, gracious Leetah over the almost misshapen rogue, I detailed her carefully, deliciously recalling the last time I frantically admired her torn, bruised features, the swift streaks of salty tears running down her cheeks, as a violent, virulent poison spread across her whole body, a tasteful balm fighting against life's struggles, multiples knives puncturing, piece after piece, the bulging and ripped veins leading to her heart. Already, I knew that, by some mystery unknown to my searching mind, she barely escaped the clawed clutches of the devious trap I planned for her, to further her own training, to delve even deeper in the misguided Art of lenghtening suffering, and openly claiming to love people by doing so. "Leetah, my dear, you are still alive, still foolhardy enough not to see whereyour profit lies? How did you do that? How did you, despite the trap, despite the subtle poison, despite the black, scarred altar, sadly manage to escape the comfortable, sweet embrace of eternal rest?"[ |
| Leetah04-21-04, 03:36 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah froze in horror as the pitiless talons of fear sank deep into her heart! The young healer didn't know what to expect when approaching the great golden Wyrm, but running into Mr Luika had definitely not been her intention! Responding to Luika's question with a high-pitched scream, Leetah tried to turn around and escape from her previous torturer through what ever means necessary! However, the girl's limbs failed to reply to her wishes, staying firmly in place as if they'd suddenly turned to stone. Panicking more and more, Leetah stared at Luika and his mount wild eyed! Why couldn't she move!? What was going on!?!? (( Dragon Fear. . . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! )) (( Sorry I took so long getting back. . . . Luika! I still owe you a PM, but I wont be able to send it tonight. )) Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Duilya04-21-04, 04:08 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Today had not been a good day. . .NO. . .Today had most definitely NOT been a good day! In fact, today was probably the WORST day in the entire cumulative history of bad days! So BAD was today, that if there were some kind of scale that weighed the badness of each day, today would probably come out with a reading so ASTRONOMICALLY HIGH, that no comprehendible number in EXISTANCE could POSSIBLY RECORD IT!!! . . . Duilya wanted a hug. . . . But instead she got a tap on her shoulder. . . . Mmm? Seeing the shadowy figure of Percev beckon her forward, the small child scurried to her feet and climbed through the entrance of the newly discovered path! All> Hey everyone! Over here! Percev just found a way out of here!!! The girl was waving her arms through the new escape tunnel, hoping to catch the attention of her comrades. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin04-22-04, 07:02 PM | Kel'rea begins to fall deeper and deeper into shock... |
| ruthia04-22-04, 09:13 PM | Myran's: The beast suddenly gives a low growl of pain as it's body weakens from the attacks on it. Chan, who is still inside the monster, gets a great view of the blood thats about to come out of it's mouth as it's massive body begins to tumble onto the group below it. If they don't move they will possible be crushed by it's dead mass. It once again appears as if following Percev is the only way out of this alive...... ((I didn't say anything about spells because I fail to see how they effect the monster directly :confused: I see how they effect the monster indirectly, thus the post above. Because if I'm reading right your haste spell was directed at Chan, thus effect him, which I have no say over. Also the other was directed at Kel'rea, who I have no control over. So I guess you have to ask them if you need more :( )) Khaira's: After an hour of so of running and a few close calls with falling tree's, the group finds themself on a fairly clear path. This path is obviously very well mantained and used often heading in a westward direction....... Kheldar's: ((Everyone's doing great keep up the good post, really not much to DM for you guys at this point. Just follow your chars regular instincts and if I think something needs to be added I'll let you know. Oh and Chris, great post. You discribed Dragon Fear perfectly. Also wonderful post Luika, once again you aww me with details.)) |
| Khaira04-22-04, 10:55 PM | As Khaira's wraith-like form begins to fade away and her feet begin to connect solidly within the ground, she gazes at the volcano in the distance. This is a familiar place, but she could not quite place it...who resides here again?? She turns, looking at Kulideb and Rodney. "If my memory serves me correctly, a friend resides here. Yet, I cannot recall who...someone close, I know...ah well, let us not linger here lest we encounter some other predicament that would hinder us on our path. Let us go!" She continues to run towards the (she hopes!) extinct volcano, with Rodney and Kuli following close behind. |
| Drindin04-23-04, 01:07 AM | Rodney is uselessly dragged behind Kulideb, yelping, screaming, and inanely giggling at various things they pass for no obvious reason other than to simply be gnomish. Kel'rea, unable to move, puts her fate into the hands of the Brave Myranthor... godspeed. |
| kulideb04-23-04, 03:46 PM | Kulideb kept a firm hold of Rodney, she still felt a little guilty at Harry and Bumble running off, if only I had kept a better watch on them she thought. She almost ran in to the back of Khaira, as the lady took on a more solid form. She nodded at Khaira, "We will be right behind you." |
| Myranthor04-23-04, 09:11 PM | Bitterly my sore hand, fatigued after so many complex incantations, left Kel'Rea's laying body, running onty my belt, nervously, madly searching through the many evocative titles of scrolls found there, on its own way to deliver us from this terrible, forsakn trap. Percev's hideout, a dark, cornered cave, an alley from which no escape was visible, a narrow passage in which my cherished o O (Cherished? Was I...?) half-dragon couldn't crawl in her present, alarming state. Now, the situation grew desperate. Unable to trust anyone, lost in my own world of knowledge, prisonner of the many possibilities about all those gathered around me, captive of my own undying mefiance, of my decayed heart, torn between both Kel's sweet promises of burning passion, my duty to help Elvina, I couldn't hold any longer. Powerless, I couldn't unleash my righteous fury upon the awful beast crawling before us, terrify it through means of potent magic, destroy its tiniest cells with the mightiest of my spells. Left alone I was, miserable, victim of my own treacherous feelings, facing a stronger enemy than I was, flanked by two allies of different allegiances. No. Never would I - never would an elf- forfeit his solemn duty, leave behind him his friends and allies, would so fastly surrender his deserved pride and refined honor against life,s dire odds, may them be the worst Toril had ever witnessed. Finally, my frenetic hand tumbled upon a yellow, old parchment, a simple command word that, uttered at the right time, could save up to 8 precious lives. Franctically my excited fingers unrolled it, permitting my hastened lips to pronunce the inscribed forulas, the encrypted runes that would open, in thin air, an invisible portal, an entry to a plane of tranquility. From my battered backpack, a long, hemp snake glided through the air, slowly sliding to the ground, and yet up again, fixing itself five feet above the ground, as if solidly attached to some solid, insubstantial surface, next to any nearby wall. Using the latter as a small ladder, I brought Kel's amorphous mass in this strange, occult lair, bringing her to the wall firstly, climbing in the smiplane myself afterward, to finally pull her up behind me, pulling her under the arms. The hemp roope still balanced under the interplanar window, inviting others to come seek refuge within, if they so wished. |
| Kheldar Devaentar04-25-04, 02:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar stared wild-eyed at Leetah as she screamed. What the heck had gotten into her??! Was it the dragon?! Hell, the dragon was scary - but it was a lot scarier when it was billowing fire at them and she hadn't screamed then! Was it the Half Elf? What had he said? . . . "Leetah, my dear, you are still alive, still foolhardy enough not to see whereyour profit lies? How did you do that? How did you, despite the trap, despite the subtle poison, despite the black, scarred altar, sadly manage to escape the comfortable, sweet embrace of eternal rest?" Trap? Poison?! ALTER?!? Wait a second!! Behind all that flowery, poetic babble* Kheldar was sure he heard: "I killed you, why aren't you dead?" WHAAATTT?!?! Kheldar was surprised when he heard it come from his mouth! It sounded angry, he was angry! He wanted to kill the bloody Half Elf in front of him!!! However, it only took one step forward for him to realize how suicidal going toe-to-toe with an opponent mounted on a Gold Dragon was. Dammit, but he was angry enough to do it! Getting Leetah to safety was his first priority, he had decided that when his head was not full of fury! "Leetah! Go with Lucky! Get out of here!" Kheldar wanted both Lucky and Leetah running in front of him. That way he could watch over them both and deal with any attacks coming from behind. Why wasn't Leetah moving? Oh he didn't have time for this! He whirled around, swooped Leetah of her feet and began chasing after Lucky. Thank goodness he had his belt of giant strength on! He could have carried Leetah regardless, but this way he could be sure he would keep up with Lucky as they dashed through the forest. . . Although how he was supposed to defend anyone with a stunned Leetah in his arms was beyond him. Trees and bushes rapidly flew by them. . . Lucky's spell really worked! Even better than his boots! His boots! If he activated them maybe he could even double his current speed! The soles of his long boots burned a bright, fiery orange, but there wasn't really any more improvement - too bad. "Lucky. . . This is great. . . But I was kinda hoping for a teleportation spell. . ." Kheldar spoke inbetween breaths. It was important to breath properly if one wanted to run for a long time. "We wont be able to out-run a dragon forever. . . You've been here longer than me. . . know of any safe places to hide?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun04-26-04, 03:08 PM | As Lucky and Kheldar ran for there soon to be very short lives. The ever-rascally Rogue asked the never-ending questions of why?!?! Kheldar "Lucky. . . This is great. . . But I was kinda hoping for a teleportation spell. “Tis simple really me friend” Lucky says as he gasps for breath ,and dodging low hanging twigs. “I be a student of the Great Agudo school of Light and Magic.” He jumps over two turtles as he continues his mad dash for safety. “And if their be one thing Agudo has taught me is…” Agudo and his wise proverbs! Teleportation spells takes all the fun out of it and getting there is half the Adventure! "As far as a good place to hide I be fond of mouse holes." With that Lucky cast a shrinking spell {FOD} on Kheldar and Leetah who at the time was being caried over the Rogues shoulder. Lucky then points to a rabbit hole and he dashes for it |
| Kheldar Devaentar04-28-04, 07:58 PM | ((Sorry for the long delay in posting back everyone. . . But, as soon as Chris saw that Lucky had shrunk both our characters he proclaimed that we could not post back until we had proper avatars. . .)) http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Kheldar blinked at Lucky. The back of the Leprechaun's head was eye level now! He curiously looked at Leetah, but she was either still shaken from before, or just as shocked as he was! Well whatever, I suppose we'll be able to hide a bit more easily like this. Kheldar dashed after Lucky into the rabbit hole. Once inside he gently put Leetah down and glared at Lucky. Although it appeared they were safe for the time being, Kheldar had a bit of a problem with what the Leprechaun had said to him before. "Let me get this straight. . ." Kheldar paused to think about it for a few seconds, "You'll teleport Leetah into this monstrous plane naked for your own amusement, but you wont teleport us to safety when our lives are in danger?!? LUCKY!! what were you thinking!??!" Kheldar snorted. "As for the "Great Agudo" I can't imagine he's all that great. I did die in his company after all, didn't I? . . Hmmm. . . maybe I'll get the chance to return the favor one day." Kheldar doubted it. "Any way. . . Lucky. . . To your credit this does seem like a good place to hide. . . A little big for a mouse hole though, don't chya think?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun04-28-04, 11:54 PM | Kheldar You'll teleport Leetah into this monstrous plane naked for your own amusement, but you wont teleport us to safety when our lives are in danger?!? LUCKY!! what were you thinking!??!" At Kheldar tirade, Lucky had to grab his hat, to keep it from coming off. Do to all the hot air blowing his way. Even after the Rogue’s belated compliment on a job well done. Lucky kept his distance when speaking with the unbalanced, not so tall one now. ‘Now me fine friend, its good to look ya in the eye. But lets try and see it me own way for a moment!” He winks at Leetah as he laughs. “If ye had a choice of bracken yer solemn teachings… wouldn’t it be seeing Leetah Naked?” |
| Kheldar Devaentar04-29-04, 03:10 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Yes, but that was beyond the point. "No!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah04-29-04, 05:14 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahchibis.gif Leetah's tiny chest rapidly rose and fell as the petite golden haired cleric fought for control over her panicked breathing. What was Mr Luika doing here!? Was he looking for her!? The last time Leetah laid eyes upon Luika was when she was a captive of the Shadow Plane, her wrists and ankles bound to some terrible altar while the cruel half-elf tormented her with words of lost love and a deadly poison concocted from henbane. Why Luika betrayed her trust on that dark day Leetah would perhaps never understand, but she did know that it was somehow connected to the man's twisted beliefs which had poisoned his mind against life. . . . . .How a man could ever frown upon life Leetah did not know. Didn't Luika have anything in life that was worth living for? Something or someone that proved to him how truly precious life really was? . . Leetah suddenly found herself feeling sorry for Luika, but sympathy was quickly out-weighed by fear as the Healer heard the Dark Priest’s mount let out a BELLOWING ROAR!!! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira04-29-04, 11:59 PM | Khaira looked back to Kulideb and Rodney, nodding to the both of them. "Yes, very well. We do not want to get lost in these parts. Trust me. If Gene were still alive, I pray that he has been able to escape whatever torturous schemes the creatures of this land have concocted for him...one has been lost already, let us not lose anymore! Onward we go; we are close to a place of rest, my friends. Without delay; hurry!" Khaira drew her blades then, as she continued to run for the extinct volcano, her eyes darting to either side of her, in search for any menacing foes that would seek to hinder them on their path. Their lives were in her hands now... |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-30-04, 03:09 PM | Ting's speed was amazing, and he took it as granted: he was rightfully murdering what seemed like a manifestation - albeit minor {otherwise he'd have no chance} - of the Final Life, the Mole, the feudal tyrant of all gods! Against such an evil, how would Chiara not help him? He had no idea that the speed came from something other than divine wrath, as he was growing oblivious to anything except the current kill, still beliving the monster is a material projection of Urdlen. The bad news is he couldn't seem to be asble to stop! The truer elf's spell did more than just haste the bard: it fixated him... as if his usual nature wasn't obsessive-compulsive enough as it is. He kept delving into the monster, tearing at its insides, as if looking for a hidden jewel or a dropped pair of goggles within its flesh. Unless he finds anyhing, he will finally drop, exhausted, protected from the beast's weight by actually being inside it; and try to look out of its torn maw, scanning the ledge's surface for the others. He will probably see the rope, but fail to notice any of his allies, though he has a chance of distinguishing the passage through which Percev led the little girl, nontheless. He won't come out though, yet, being too tired to take any further action. |
| ruthia04-30-04, 04:49 PM | Indeed Chan does find something. Deep within the monsters belly is a stone with some odd looking runes inscribed on it. The stone seems to draw him in, make him want to pick it up and examine it. If he chooses to pick it up the Monster stops moving and dies on the spot, it's body plunging back into the water depths from which it came...... |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-30-04, 05:15 PM | Just before the monter falls down, a clawed paw is sent out of its insides, the claws taking a firm hold of the rope; and then another one, and two more... as the dead body falls, the purple animal is left hanging on Myranthor's rope, the stone held in its teeth. Ting is was never very {or even averegely} strong, and now was also weakened by exhaustion... he'll just hand there, he thought, untill he rests a little. Holding on to the rope with claws requires no efforts, and though climbing it will be easier with hands and feet, he'll do it later... maybe... just hope an elven mouth will hold that precious, important thing as firlmy as a fline maw does... and try not to fall asleep... |
| ruthia04-30-04, 07:14 PM | "Any way. . . Lucky. . . To your credit this does seem like a good place to hide. . . A little big for a mouse hole though, don't chya think?" _________________________________ And Kheldar's words could never have been truer. Assuming they are looking at the entrance of the whole whom ever is further in hears the slight shifting of rocks. If they then turn around the meet a pair of beady red eyes,........ and rows of sharp pointed teeth! ((The group has walked right into a tunnel snakes hole. These creatures can barrow through just about anything, are snake like in appearance, oh and they eat ANYTHING!)) |
| Luika04-30-04, 10:05 PM | Fast as a thundering bolt of lightning, courageous like an Utthgardian barbarian, beared and howling, and even, sadly, dumber than a mere goblinoid, the repulsive man darted towards his paralyzed allies, marble statues of consumed fear. Like a rapacious bird he flew down, snatching his two weightless preys before soaring through the blue skies, madly running in the nearby clearing, escaping with all his heart a golden, scaly death, the lurking shadow of his own unescapable demise. The impressive body, the perfect, complex mechanism that composed the draconic entity started rolling, majestically pursuing its unimpressive marks, the panicked dolls fleeing its justified anger, rows of furious flames, ignited with the fury of an evil, twisted mind. Second after second the blurred dragon neared its predecessors, sending its hot breath upon their sweating shoulders, sending through the friable ground gigantic stomps, sending storms through their unsteady legs. Suddenly, still, they shrinked ridiculously, escaping our unprepared and imprecise sights through means of devious magic. At the last second, still, the mastodont's acute gaze perceived diminutive creature, rushing to find solace in an obnoxious hole, dug in the soil. < Don't roast them. Altough such an event would be incredibly pleasant, a revelry for eyes and a sweet perfume for our noses, only seal them within with your clawed hand, my friend. I need some precious time to dwell upon my lost thoughts.> |
| Drindin05-02-04, 02:29 AM | Kel'rea: She looks right up at Myranthor, her eyes tearing. "B-before... I... d-die, Myranthor... p-please kn-know... I, I love you!" She stutters. It seems she's begining to enter the later stages of shock... Rodney: Rodeny pulls out his club, running behind Kulideb as fast as possible, huffing and a puffing as he stumbles along. "Oi! Will this path never end!?" He hollers. |
| kulideb05-02-04, 05:38 AM | The elf halted for a few seconds to allow Rodney to catch up. "Just think of how good all this execise is for you!" |
| Savael05-02-04, 09:30 AM | With frightened eyes, Percev stared as the huge bulk of the abomination came crashing down before them - falling ilmply back into the murky depths which had spawned it - but not before it's fanged maw had revealed a vagely purplish creature with a resembelance to Chan Ting. With the monstrosity gone, Percev climbed hesitantly out of his little hiding place. He eyed Myranthors standing rope with suspicion - where the heck had that elf gone off to now? Had he just simply climbed up that rope and... disappeared? The wreck of the purple creature before him seemed to have that one figured out though, grasping the ascending rope as it was with both of it’s clawed hands, unable to move though for fatigue... As though that wasn’t enough it also had something clenched between it’s teeth... “Eeh, Chan... Purple? I think you can let go of the rope now...” He didn’t really know why he’d said that... right now holding on to some mysterious tight-rope floating on thin air seemed as sensible a thing to do as anything else... But what if the monster returned? No, he didn’t want to think about that... He reached out to tug weakly at Chans clenched hands “Come on... come on now, we’ve got to keep moving – what if that thing returns eh? Heck, purple can you hear me?!” |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai05-02-04, 09:48 AM | A back paw melts, revealing an elven foot, and carefully positioning itself on the ledge's floor. Slowly the entire body finishes the process, untill it is once again the purplish elf, instead of the purple lynx, the stone dropping from his shrinking mouth to his now ropefree hands. "...i why?.." His gaze seems to wander about, his voice week, until he slowly slides to a stiing position on the ledge, still looking at the rope, as if waiting for his insufficient strength to return any moment now, and then intnding to climb the damn thing. |
| Myranthor05-02-04, 10:30 AM | Delicately, gracefully lifting her pale, agonizing head above the ground supporting us, I opened a small vial containing a sweet beverage, an almond tasting brewing destined to soothens her excruciating, to bring her back from the brink of death, her new dark mistress, another invincible enemy she never would be able to escape alone. Then I kneeled besides her, her fragile head lifted on my crossed, weary legs, my long fingers carefully, tenderly caressing cheeks I was terrified never to see colored again. "Kel...don't leave me. Stay with me. Don't leave me again." |
| ruthia05-03-04, 01:03 PM | Obediance without question was Wirenth's way as she sent fire apon the retreating forms. When the forms shrank then retreated into the ground, she bellowed in frusteration and landed near the hole. She was about to send her fire breath into the hole when < Don't roast them. Altough such an event would be incredibly pleasant, a revelry for eyes and a sweet perfume for our noses, only seal them within with your clawed hand, my friend. I need some precious time to dwell upon my lost thoughts.> With a huff of frustration she does as she's told, effectively sealing the hole with her fore paw. She calms silghtly and says. <On the plus side there's a good chance this hole is ocuppied by a Tunnel Worm. They could be in quite a nasty situation right now.> |
| Lucky Leprechaun05-03-04, 04:15 PM | Lucky wasnt sure why everything went dark. But he knew with Kheldar luck, it wasnt a good thing. "O' me boy Kheldar... could ye tell me who the bloodshot red eyes belong to? (Gulp) just behind thee. |
| Drindin05-03-04, 09:03 PM | Kel'Rea: The potion seemed to work, the wounds sealing shut, and thus keeping her from death. Desperatley, Kel clung onto Myranthor. "I will never leave you, Myranthor! Not again..." She sobbed. Rodney the Gnome: "OI! Exercise!? Are you people NUTS!?" |
| Kheldar Devaentar05-03-04, 10:22 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Kheldar rolled his eyes. "Yeah right Lucky, like I'm gonna fall for something as blatantly obvious as that! Sheesh, you Leprechauns all think you're so clever. Make the human look the other way so you can do your usual tricks. . . Well. . . I'm not gonna fall for it! Besides, right now is hardly the time to play pranks." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah05-03-04, 11:02 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahchibis.gif Is Mr Lucky really just playing another joke? Leetah turned around at stared at where she thought Kheldar was standing. How Lucky could see anything in this blanket of darkness was puzzling. Everything looked completely black to Leetah. "Lighting!" Holding up a small stone that now shown as brilliantly as a torch, Leetah gazed back towards Kheldar. Looming behind the tiny assassin was some horrifying creature which looked ready to swallow Kheldar in one bite! Screaming in horror, Leetah instinctively took a few steps back and pointed towards the large snake like monster! "MR. KHELDAR! BEHIND YOU!!!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar05-03-04, 11:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Kheldar chuckled. "Leetah, you too?" Kheldar shook his head as he turned around to see what was behind him. . . He expected Lucky to play games, but Leetah? "I-iiiIAAAAAAIIE!!" In front of him was a giant set of spiky teeth that connected to a long, snaky body! Kheldar leaped back, away from it, his hands instinctively darting inside his cloak. . . Which of course wasn't there because Leetah was still wearing it around her waist like a skirt. ((Yes, even though the avatars show it around her shoulders. ;))) "LUCKY! You said a mouse hole! What the hell is that?!" Hadn't lucky just about asked him the same question? "Umm-* Never mind. . ." What to do? Kheldar quickly looked up at the hole they had jumped down, what he saw was an impenetrable wall of large scales. He looked back at the horrible creature in front of him and let out a shuddered breath. ". . .I hate this day. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Luika05-08-04, 08:39 AM | <On the plus side there's a good chance this hole is ocuppied by a Tunnel Worm. They could be in quite a nasty situation right now.> <Lift your paw, then. I sadly need the girl alive, for a long term project.> (OOC: Chris, I'll need to know where is the temple, if I want to get Leetah back to it.) |
| Khaira05-08-04, 03:54 PM | Originally posted by Drindin Rodney the Gnome: "OI! Exercise!? Are you people NUTS!?" "Oh come come now, Rodney; you know you were getting a little chubby! Work some of that fat off!" She pauses sleightly, but only so long as Rodney catches his breath. "Come on, now, Rodney, we still got a long ways to go; there's still a mountain to climb, after all!" She points to the extinct volcano, laughing at Rodney's obvous plight. She suddenly gets a horrid thought; what if nobody's home?! Suddenly, she yells,"Hulloooooo! Anybody home up there!? Anybody at all?!" |
| kulideb05-08-04, 04:35 PM | Kulideb rubbed at her arm, her face paled, she rolled her sleeve up a bit. Now that is odd she thought to herself, quickly rolling her sleeve back down. And focused her attention on the gnome. "Come on Rodney! you can do it!" she said trying to encourage him. Khaira started to call out. "Errr who lives here?" kulideb asked looking up at the volcano. |
| Drindin05-08-04, 07:48 PM | Rodney grumbles and runs as fast as his puny little legs will carry him, trying his hardest to keep up with the tall folk. Rodney doesn't manage to stop in time at the foot of the volcano, running headlong into Kulideb's legs. |
| Khaira05-08-04, 08:10 PM | As Khaira jogged along, she looked back as Kulideb was asking her a question. "Who lives here? Why, a friend; I only pray that she is still living here. It is Landing, the home of Ruthia and her husband! If anyone can figure out what to do, it would be her!" |
| Myranthor05-09-04, 10:46 AM | Calmly, without a word, I caressed her cheeks, mingling my fingers with her hair, soft breeze in a dense foliage of troubled vines. I could only hope she would calm down, let the tense muscles of her body releases their stressed contraction, surrender her consciousness to ypresence, and fall into a restorative slumber, peaceful slumber. |
| kulideb05-09-04, 03:26 PM | "Oh! thats the best news I have heard..." The rest is cut off as Rodney crashes into her leggs. The elf reached down and hugged him. "Isnt that wonderfull! This is Ruthia's home!" |
| ruthia05-10-04, 07:45 AM | Indeed Khaira, Kulideb. and Rodney are close to Ruthia's home. In the distance to the right of the moutain a tower can be seen. The volcano you stand at you seepart of it's side is completely blown out, but the rubble is well grown over, evidance that it hasn't erupted in a long time. The area itself is buetifully, a pond of water sparkles near the tower, fruit baring trees sprout everywhere. Suddenly a group of voices is heard in the distance. "Aunty Khaira! Aunty Khaira! Aunty Khaira!" Coming from the direction of the tower runs three sturdy five year olds, behind them five stumbling three year olds. The five year olds reach Khaira and group hug her. Soon after the three year olds do the same. They all start talking at once, their sentences overlapping each other. (Five year olds) "Aunty Khaira we" "Saw you coming" "From the tower." (Three year olds) "Granma said" "You where" "Trying to find" "Daddy" "And bring him home" One of the three year olds sniffles a little bit. "Where daddy???" Before Khaira can answer a ten year old boy runs up from the direction of the tower. "There you eight are, mom's going to have a hissy when she relizes you ran off." (Five year olds) "Sorry Uncle" "David. But" "Aunty Khaira.." "No buts you guys, Grandma is going to be mad." David looks at Khaira's group. "Sorry Khaira. I couldn't stop them. Sometimes all eight of them is to hard to handle, even with magic. Mom has instructed me to bring your group to landing, There's food and a clean bed waiting for each of You." ((OOC: Congradulations, Khaira's group has made it to Landing, the home of Ruthia and Ormus. You have just meet Malandor and Star's Five children, Ramoth and Zayle's three children, plus Ruthia and Ormus's one child.)) WIRENTH'S POST With a sigh she side steps off the tunnel carefully. She turns her nose back to her rider. o O( Why keep them alive, their nothing but trouble.) |
| Khaira05-10-04, 10:11 AM | Khaira laughs and smiles as all of the children come up to embrace her, and she bends down to their level at the same time, ruffling their hair and giving them hugs. She looks from one child to the other, trying to grasp what they were saying. How did Ruthia ever put up with all of these children?! Oi Vei! "yes, little ones, don't worry. We have come to talk to Ruthia about Malendor;sadly, we were separated from everyone else. As soon as we can get all reunited, we will find your daddy. I promise. Tell me, has Aunt Khaira ever lied to you?" She turns to David, shrugging and smiling. "It's no problem, no problem at all, David. Kids will be kids. Oh, blessed Tymora, clean beds. My, I haven't slept in a clean bed for a long time. And nourishment other than dry trail rations will be heavenly, let me assure you!" She turns to Kulideb and Rodney, then. "Well, i don't know about y'all, but I sure could go for a clean bed and real food!" |
| Jerado05-10-04, 05:54 PM | Pern - Jerado's Tower http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado gazed into a red crystal ball. He was a very talented scryer, although this time he wasn't having much luck. . . Where was Banc Thantos hiding himself? It had been a long time since his so-called ally had made contact with him and he was starting to get more than a little annoyed. "Nothing. . ." The red crystal ball was void of any image. "Hmm. . . Perhaps I was wrong to assume he was keeping himself in this space of the multiverse. . . What if I tried another approach?" Jerado waved his hand over the crystal ball again and started probing. This time an image immediately materialized into the scrying instrument. It wasn't quite what he wanted, but it was definitely a step in the right direction. Within the crystal ball was a child's playroom with the words "GET OUT" drawn on the walls in blood. Jerado chuckled. Blanc had somehow managed to cast a misdirection spell of sorts on his entire base of operations. The mad man was either much more powerful than Jerado suspected or else crazy enough to undergo the tedious task of hiding his entire fort in tiny 10 foot square increments at a time. . . Jerado didn't know which was more plausible. "Well, my friend, you've entered my lair against my wishes, lets see what trouble I can stir up in yours." With the snap of his fingers the child's play room shattered like it was glass. In it's place was a chamber constructed with dark blue stone and decorated with large statues. Ms. Frost entered the room. "Jerado, you've been doing this whatever it is your doing for hours now! When will you-*" She stopped, Jerado was no longer in the room. __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Drindin05-10-04, 07:21 PM | Rodney looked puzzeldly at Kulideb. "Ruthia... ya mean tha' big ol' dragon we's be followin' here?" Kel'rea In Myranthor's loving arms, her body finally relaxes into a deep slumber. Her entire metabolisim slows down, almost as if she were hybernating, restoring her energy to it's completeness. |
| Khaira05-10-04, 10:28 PM | Khaira turns to Rodney, grinning as she hears Rodney's description of Ruthia: "big ol' dragon". "Yup, that's the one! Though, I wouldn't call her old if I were you. She can get pretty testy when she gets angered!" She winks to Rodney again. |
| Drindin05-11-04, 09:46 AM | Rodney huffed. "An' if she's angered by that, she needs to seek some anger-management!" |
| kulideb05-11-04, 03:45 PM | Kulideb rubbed at her arm and smiled at the children gathered round Khaira. "Oh! a soft bed, a good wash and...may..be word of the others." she said softly. |
| Myranthor05-11-04, 09:52 PM | Silently, careful not to awaken the sleeping marvel trustfully lying over me, the time of a restorative rest, time of revealing to my inquisitious eyes the numerous charms of her perfect body, an harmonious mixture in which her draconic heritage, strong and marvelous, hallmark of all of draconic blood, dramatically uplifted her elvish legacy, natural lightness and quickness of action, dancing steps and piercing gaze. The truest of cocktails, the finest of her mixed ancestry, yet, was of having two parents harboring a frenzied obsession for the true Art, instilling within her own gracious core its primordial essence, a chaotic, powerful magical surge, an uncontrolled, untamed desire to control, to carelessly wield arcane powers, beyond reproach, beyond carefulness, beyond mortality. No! Such dire times were not times to fall on my knees, struck by an intense awe, to let myself burn from within, to open a sensible heart to the traitorous dangers of both love and social contempt. Lost in a dungeon we were, I thought, and many needed at elast one cool head to direct them throughout these damp tunnels, to find a desired, a dreamed exit to the outside's warm reality. I uncurled my legs from under Kel'Rea's head, as gently as possible. Troubling thoughts continued to rumble freely through my dismantled mind: her palpable presence, Elvina's disappearance, the unknown fate of our other companions, the current state of Malendor, the real nature of our enemies. These savage orcs, without any goal other than one of massive, bloody destruction and wreaking havoc, surged within the limits of my tired brain, destroying my last bits of force, corrupting my latest, surviving fragments of wounded sanity. There was too much going around. There were too much possible options, too much unproved hypothesis, too much incredible, impossible sequels that were possible to this incredibly tormenting trap I was left into. Swiftly, I pulled the hanging rope within the peaceful, quiet extraplanar space, closing behind us arcane weavers a secure path to a much needed safety. Immediately, forbidding myself to think, preventing myself of a miserable, pitiful, blind autodestruction, I opened my precious spellbook, which for once wasn't only a deadly, runic weapon, but also a proper panacea, a complicated puzzle restraining the unpredictable train of my deadly thoughts. |
| Kheldar Devaentar05-12-04, 04:06 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif (http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/21/) Bright light began to fill inside the dark hole as the massive, impenetrable wall of scales above of them vanished. . . Well, that gave them two options. Be eaten by a large snake-monster, or retreat right back to who they were fleeing from. Option B was just plain silly, running around in circles would get them no where. . . So that meant charging through the beastly snake was the best option! Letting out a heated cry, Kheldar charged towards the worm, then leaped right at it! A flick of the wrist later and his sharp short sword sunk into the monster's back. He didn't know much about animal anatomy, but he new he had landed his blade close to where a main artery would be kept. . . . . . The worm reeled back, and then rapidly flattened Kheldar against the top of the cavern roof. Another quick twist and Kheldar found himself lying on the ground not far from Leetah and Lucky. . . ". . . ow. . ." Kheldar looked at his blade, there wasn't even a hint of blood on it. . . All he had done was startle the creature. . . If only he had a long sword. "This thing's bloody hide is thicker than my blade! Even hitting it in-between the scales!" Kheldar leaped up to his feet. "Well my sword's no good and I certainly can't break it's neck! . . Leetah? Lucky? Any ideas?" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley ((*EDIT* Click on Kheldar's Avatar! - Wheee!)) |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai05-12-04, 05:04 AM | Seeing the rope escaping his presence, the lynx snapped out of his fogged rest and used whatever strength he could collect to jump after it, before the magical haven closes. Once inside, he curled up next to the couple, thus completing an odd family-idilya, and fell asleep, breathing silently. |
| Leetah05-12-04, 05:53 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif ". . .We mustn’t harm this creature. . ." Leetah's voice shook as terribly as her tiny legs did. Trying her best to Dodge the undoubtedly bewildered looks from both her allies, Leetah repeated her last sentence but with a bit more strength. "We mustn’t harm this creature! We're invading it's home by hiding in this hole. . .It only wants to protect it's territory! Killing it would be wrong!" Leetah shot both Kheldar and Lucky a desperate glance; it was impossible to tell if either of them understood where she was coming from. "Please! We have to get out of here!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| ruthia05-12-04, 08:35 AM | ((Funny!)) After being pricked by Kheldar's sword the tunnel snake bites at the would be hero's, but in doing so it leaves one vital spot exposed...... ((Thats right your opptions are either run out into Luika's...um..Warm welcoming arms :rolleyes: Or run into this snakes mouth and kill it by trying to send a sword into it's tiny brain :behold: )) Khaira's group soon finds themselves Following the children to the tower. As they get closer a smaller house like building comes into view. Outside of it is a small flower garden, blooming with exotic looking, colourful flowers. In this garden is a Lady dressed in White with flowing waist lenght white hair, she's holding a watering can watering the flowers, her back turned to the travlers. The smaller children go running towards the lady yelling "GRANDMA GRANDMA GRANDMA!" "Stay out of the garden please kids." "Yes Grandma." The lady turns around with a smile. "Khaira, Kulideb, and Rodney. Welcome to my home. I can see you've already been greeted by the Welcome wagon here." Ruthia Walks towards the adventures, tussling each of the grandkids hair as she passes them, they run off giggling. She stops at David and smiles. "Don't worry dear, I didn't think you could stop them." David sighs in relief and follows the kids out towards the tower. "Come my friends, I'll show you to your rooms. You can get cleaned up and then come to the dining room for dinner." With that she shows Khaira to the room she stayed in last time, Kulideb to a buetifully little room, and Rodney to a room where everything was just the right size for a gnome. In each room where to conforts their use to at the school, clean bedding, running hot water to tubs, clean clothing to change into. The rooms where light and airy feeling, making them a very restful place to be. ((Ok so not the biggest discription, but I'm sick and imporvising here!)) Myran's group finds themselves for once in no immediate danger. For a little while anyways, everything is peaceful....... |
| Khaira05-12-04, 09:55 AM | Ruthia leads Khaira to her room, and the elven bardess seems very relieved. "Thank you, Ruthia. There is much to discuss, much help to get. But all of that can wait. Hot, running water and a clean bed; I haven't had these luxuries forever!" Khaira begins to clean the dried blood off of her skin and clothes. Those lions sure were bloody! She couldn't help but wonder what happened to Malendor. She heard all of the stories about how he hurt some students of the school, but she simply couldn't believe it! This was Malendor they were talking about, her very own student! She shook her head as she climbed into the hot bath. She washed herself off quickly, and within a few minutes, she was out of the bath and into her backpack. TOnight would be a luxury, and as such, she needed to be dressed for it! She put on her gypsy-type dress, reserved mainly for performances. It was a swirling mutlitude of purple, red, green, and yellow - all bright colors, and when she began to dance and sing, it was all very mesmerizing. Having prepared herself, she excused herself out of the room, and began searching for the dining room. |
| kulideb05-12-04, 11:38 AM | Kulideb looked round the room Ruthia had shown her into. "Thank you my lady." she said. As soon as Ruthia had left, the elf began to strip off her bloody clothing and wash herself down. She sighed at the mark on her arm from the drow bite, but the soft pale hair on her arms concered her the most! She dressed in clean clothes, then made her way to the dinning room. |
| Lucky Leprechaun05-12-04, 10:40 PM | Lucky was trying to help Kheldar up, from his nasty fall off the bucking snake. When Leetah spoke up about not hurting the poor snake! That this was its home and we were the bad guys. Lucky almost dropped Kheldar, as he turned to look at the soft hearted woman. Then slapping Kheldar on the back, Lucky gave a disbelieving smirk. “Well thy ears heard the girl Kheldar” :uh-huh: He points at the snake whiten his thumb. “Go make friends with the poisons deadly killer of small things.” :smirk: Its not that Lucky thought Leetah was totally right. But at least when they died in the stomach of the snake. Lucky would have the satisfaction of remembering the shock on Kheldar’s face at Leetah’s idea and then the double whammy of Lucky agreeing. :ayyyy!: |
| Kheldar Devaentar05-13-04, 01:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif "Huh?! WHAT??!?" Kheldar looked completely shocked! Leetah didn't want to hurt the damn thing and Lucky wanted them to march right into the beast's belly! "That's absurd! We have to kill this thing. Leetah you're giving this creature too much credit. It's a mindless animal that just wants to eat. Eat US!" Kheldar tightened his grip on his short sword handle. "I think I have a plan! It's skin's too thick to penetrate, but if I can get my short sword inside it's mouth and trust upwards, the blade will go right through it's brain!! Leetah, although I'm immune to poison this things got enough poison in it's glands to make me pop - so if I get bit I'll need your help! Lucky, you. . . umm. . . you just stand there and don't agree with Leetah when she thinks up crazy ideas that'll get us all killed." Ok. . . Kheldar felt ready to do this! Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah05-13-04, 03:06 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif ". . ." Leetah had stopped herself from protesting before her first word even had a chance of leaving her mouth. The resulting sound was a desolate cry that sounded more heartbroken than it did insulted. Lowering her head so that her golden bangs covered her shimmering blue eyes, Leetah replied to Kheldar in defeated and discouraged tones. "As you wish Mr Kheldar. . .I'm. . ..... . ..... . ." Whatever the healer was going to say was lost as she quietly shook her head and began to prepare a spell that would protect Kheldar from taking in too much poison. Leetah's voice shook as she murmured the incantation. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar05-13-04, 03:46 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif ". . .I . . ." AAAUUUUUUGGRRGH!!! We have to kill this damn thing. . . it's either that or jump out of this hole and get caught! We have to kill it! No other choice. . . Have to kill it. . . Leetah will understand. . . Have to kill it!! Kheldar gripped the handle of his short sword so hard he thought he was going to break his own hand! The inside of his head was howling! "ARRrrah!!!!!. . . Ok, new plan." Kheldar's shoulders slumped. ". . . Lucky, can you make us incorporeal when I ask? . . Us and. . . and this god forsaken thing? I have an idea, but unfortunately it's gonna bring us back topside which means we're gonna have to run - again." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun05-13-04, 07:47 PM | “Well me boy, I was going to play thee a bard song, that be inspiring year heart in battle. But! If ye likes I can cast thy spell yer asking for.” With that Lucky took out his fiddle and played a jig. He danced and hop around until several spells took effect. One of inspiration another of incorporeal Once he was done he took a bow then added with a wink at Leetah. “Don’t worry me sweet, I be always listening to yer crazy ideas” |
| Kheldar Devaentar05-16-04, 05:06 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif "What?!? NOW?!?" Kheldar blinked. . . he wasn't ready for it now!!! OoOoh! He was positive Leetah and Lucky were actively conspiring against him! Or at the very least taking every opportunity they could to make his life more difficult! "Fortress expand NOW!!" * * * ((Player's note: Yes, I'm quite aware this is Kheldar's solution to every problem. . . But what can I say? I like Daern's Instant Fortress! :D)) * * * Kheldar tossed his little metal cube in front of him, and instantly a 30 foot tall tower erupted from it! The strong, adamantine walls quickly destroyed the narrow hole Kheldar and his friends occupied and shot upwards, bursting through the ground where Luika and his fearsome Gold Dragon mount stood!!! Inside the tower Kheldar carefully opened one of his eyes. Was he dead??. . . No. . . He didn't think so. . . Although he did feel like a ghost. He was as light as a feather! No, lighter than that! He was floating! What a strange sensation. . . "Good job Lucky! But next time do it when I ask you to you crazy coot! Leetah are you alrigh-AAHHHHH!?!!" It was strange that it should surprise him, but the snake creature being inside his tower was unsettling! "We need to get out of here! . . Let's go!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun05-19-04, 01:40 PM | “Tis a good thing ye had this thingy fort. You could kill an Archmage with it!” The Luckiest Leprechaun of all said as he ran just behind Kheldar. “I saw a house fall from the sky once, it killed a which! Boy was the lolly pop gilled happy about that.” :smirk: |
| ruthia05-29-04, 04:42 PM | Wirenth gives out a bellow of surprise as she suddenly finds herself perched on top of a tower. Meanwhile, the snake is still trying to eat them. At Landing the group finds themselves in a large dining room with a table plenty big enough to seat everyone who had been in their party. As they sit the children rush in to join them, followed by David. Soon after the children come two argueing men, both appearing in their mid thirties but having an air around them of being much older. One is dressed in prue black robes, the other in red. They seem to be argueing about the ethinics of Necromancy ((sp??)) and don't even notice the guest at the table. And after them comes Ruthia, dressed in her usual white robes. When she enters the two men stop argueing and rise to their feet, the one in red walks over to help Ruthia into her chair. He gives her a quick kiss as she sits, then takes his seat right next to her. As soon as Ruthia has sat the kids quiet down and dinner is brought in. As an large selection of meats, fruits, and vegtables are brought in Ruthia smiles at her guest. "Please eat first, there is time to explain what has happened to you after you eat." The rich AROMA of cooked meats and sweet fruits fills the air as everyone prepares to feast. For Myranthor's group about one days has passed, enough to rest and be prepared to move on. And indeeded they should....... |
| Jerado05-29-04, 07:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif ((First off, a big 'welcome back' to our wonderful DM! Oops! This is Jerado's account again. . . I mean. . . GRRRR!! YAR! HISSSS! ~ welcome back!)) Jerado looked around his surroundings, the dark stone interior around him certainly looked like the sort of place Blanc would hide himself. . . But where was he? Something in Jerado's peripheral vision caught his attention and the dark mage turned to see what it was. "Ms. Frost?" There she was. She looked annoyed and curious about where she was at the same time. "Why my dear, however did you find this place?" Ms. Frost hmphed and looked away from Jerado, closing both her eyes. "It was easy, I just declared that I went where you did. I'm well aware how you treat those you perceive under you and I didn't want you getting too far away from me!" Ms. Frost opened one eye and looked around, she clearly didn't like the decor. "What is this place anyway?" Jerado wore an amused grin, had Ms. Frost just confessed she was afraid of him? "This is Blanc's lair." Jerado explained, "The rat hasn't made contact with me in a while so I'm investigating. . ." That put a smile on Ms. Frost's face that really irritated him! ". . . Any way, my dear! . . So long as you're here you might as well make yourself useful. Search this place and tell me what you find. Start with that hallway over there." Jerado pointed down a dark hallway with statues lining both walls. "This place is bound to be trapped so don't be a klutz while you search!" "We need not fear the traps," Ms. Frost flatly stated, "All the traps in this place will not affect us." And no sooner than she said it Jerado felt the high level of magic watching him drop significantly. Furthermore, his incredible sensitivity for picking up traps didn't detect anything now. "Very well done Ms. Frost, you're more useful than I thought." It almost sounded like a complement. "Search the hall I instructed you too, notify me if you see anything." And with that he left down one of the other halls. For the most part, it was nothing but a hall with statues on either side, but eventually it lead to a steep spiral staircase that lead downwards. Jerado walked down them and eventually came to a small room with the fair figure of an Elven woman shackled to the cold, stone wall. The shackles, however, were clearly not needed because the Elf was in a state of suspended animation. "What have we here?" Jerado curiously mused to himself. Perhaps this Elf had some useful information. With that in mind, Jerado slowly began to dispel the magic that kept her frozen in time. __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| kulideb05-30-04, 07:05 AM | She went to say hello as two men entered the room just after the children had arrived, but the pair seemed to be caught up in a very deep conversation. The little elf pulled out a chair and sat down, she smiled as Ruthia entered, then bowed her head at the graceful lady. The rich aroma of food filled the air. "Thank you my Lady." Kulideb began to fill her plate.She looked to see if Rodney needed any help in reaching any thing, then looked at the chicken leg she had picked up and was about to take a bite out of. She dropped the meat back on to the plate and looked horrified. She pushed back the chair. "I'm..sorry..." She muttered as she fled from the dinning room. |
| ruthia05-31-04, 11:08 AM | Ruthia watchs as Kulideb drops her chicken leg and runs out of the room. "Is she always that touchy Kaira? Branth has only told me a little about her, what he can remeber anyways." At the end of the table where the children sit there is some hushed whispering going on. Finally a five year old boy with black hair and silver colored eyes looks at Rodney and asks "Are you a midget?" The man wearing the black robes turns to the five year old and glares at him. "Zaylin what have I told you about being rude to people!" The child was about to answer when Ruthia placed a hand on the mans arm. "Zayle dear please calm down." Zayle blushes a little, and Ormus (The man in the red robes) gives out a little laugh. "Now Ruthia dear be easy on our son. You of all people know how hard it is to raise children." Ruthia smiles a little. "Yes my husband, I do relizes how hard it is. But these last few weeks have been hard on all of us." Ruthia looks at her two guest. "I appoligize. Things around here have been stressfull since Malendor was taken. At the same time this happened Ramoth went adventuring to get a break from the children. And after I sent word home about Malendor's capture Star went missing. And things have been choas here ever since." One of the three year olds came over to Ruthia sniffling, a little girl who looks a lot like her mother. "Gramma, I want mommy." Ruthia picks her up and looks to Khaira. "This is why we must get Malendor back, only his bond with Star will help us find her. But enough sad talk, let us finish eating and we will talk of such matters after the children are in bed." And with that everyone goes back to eating. |
| Branth05-31-04, 11:35 AM | As Kulideb runs from the dining room she finds herself becoming a little lost in the twist and turns of the hold ((That is what any housing area is called on Pern)). Soon she starts to slow down and look around she runs right into someone, possibly being knocked down. When she looks up she finds herself staring into the familar brown eyes of Branth, who looks very surprised to see her here. |
| Elvina05-31-04, 12:16 PM | The red haired elf begins to stir. Slowly she began to wake up, groogy, unknowing of where she was. She opens her eyes, even the dim light of the room makes it hard to see. In front of her stands the bleary image of a man. "M....Myranthor?" |
| Drindin05-31-04, 08:20 PM | Kel'rea comes too, and is now fully recovered from her life-threatening injury... Rodney "MIDGET!? I ain't no midget! I'm a gnome, and a cleric of Heironeous I might be addin'! *grumble*Midget*grumble grumble*I'll show him midget!" Rodney looks at the argueing men. "Ah yes, the ever-popular debate that got my late teacher, Drindin, kicked out of a school. I quite fully believe he was wrong in summoning undead to a halowed school!" Then, as Kulideb runs out, Rodney promptly follows, yelling "Hey! Wait up!" As he chases her down the hall way. |
| Khaira06-01-04, 02:37 PM | Khaira looks on as one of the children asks if Rodney is a midget, and she can't help but chuckle. She forced herself to focus on the matter; Malendor, they were here to get Malendor back. Ruthia was the key - she would, ideally, know what was happening, what to do. But then she looked on in shock, and concern, as Kulideb ran off, and Rodney ran off after her! Had she missed something? "Usually this excited? Why, no, not to my knowledge, old friend. Maybe it is the stress of the road taking its toll on her...did I miss something?? But to the matter at hand ... Malendor and company. I had sensed something was going on. I believe Malendor was still enrolled in my class when I noticed subtle changes beginning to take effect. he was such a gifted student; they all were. Still are, in fact. I remember ... we were planning a trip around the world, to various nations. The week before, Malendor had been excited, outgoing...but then, he was quiet, contemplative...and I would even go so far as to say, perhaps .... demonic..." She says the last part, in a hushed tone so that, perhaps the children could not hear. She realized, as she had started to say it, that this would be the last thing that Malendor's mother would enjoy hearing ... the reminder that her son is evil... "My appologies, Ruthia...I'm sure you've all had a very trying past few weeks, and here I am, opening up new wounds. Yes, I want Malendor back more than anything. Have you any clue where he went? Is there a common enemy either he or Star had? Because, ideally, I have a feeling that once we have found the source for Malendor's ... changes, the clues about Star shall not be too far away..." |
| kulideb06-01-04, 05:29 PM | A low growl escaped the elfs mouth, blinking she peered at the young man in front of her. "Branth! I'm so sorry..I dont know what came over me." a tear formed and made its way down her face. |
| Luika06-01-04, 05:55 PM | Patiently we waited, still as ravenous harriers, waiting for our delicious prey to leave its dark hideout, its sealed sanctuary, Wirenth and I, dearly hoping the cowardly adventurers wouldn't meet their fatal demise in these fine tunnels, victims of a reptilian, hungry predator. Breathless I watched, mute, hoping to get at least a few clues, a handful of revealing hints, about what could be happening under my draconic steed's massive paws. A low, growling roar appeared, slowly gaining in sheer intensity, shaking the whole mound on its precarious foundations, maybe even bruising the root of Pern itself, as an impossible, unlikely cathedral sprung from the friable dust, thrusting us towards the azure skies. "If there was any doubt, it is by now dead, and its eternal rest is restless, weary, cruelly tormented by my Lady's minions in the darkest pits of the Shadow plane. Keep your senses acute, dragon : something will happen. Fly!" |
| Myranthor06-01-04, 07:16 PM | Scared I walked in a long, dark corridor, my elvish vision dissipating the surrounding black clouds, my way illuminated by a simple rock, a piece of mineral enchanted with a weak, simple, yet useful spell. Every step was weighted by lead, carried its prolific share of tension, of stressed apprehension, for I knew I was, at every meter eaten by my tired legs, nearing an invisible, unexplained danger. At a last, determined step, the ground under my weight collapsed, revealing a sliding ramp on which I fell rapidly sliding towards inscrutable depths, followed by nameless friends I never saw, their wordless presence comforting my painful solitude. I received myself on my hurting knees on a bare, rocky soil, witnessing a dark, black form vested in a long, majestic robe, slowly incanting. Professionnally, going over my paralyzing fear, my will to flee this unnamed enemy, I easily counterspelled his formula, cancelling the dreaded effects the shapeless form would've wished to provoke, killing magic with an explosion of shimmering, inoffensive sparkles, revealing its draconic, scaly features, agressive and powerful. Kel'Rea's mother, angered by my last inopportune attack, breathed heavily in the room, igniting the stilled air, making her prisonner, a lovely redhead, petrified by fear, emitting a piercing shriek of powerless fright. This plea for help, exciting every fiber of my feeble body, awakening my most basic instinct of protection, sent me in a frenzied rage, a desire to combust, to melt, to create hail over the dragon, to obliterate her, liberating Elvina from her grasp, from the prison she kept her in. From behind an ally darted forward, bolted between the enemy and I, interposing her gracious, sculptural body between our enmity. "No! It's my mother!" And, although this was nonsense, madness, even though she betrayed me once again, she was another obstacle in front of my goals, the desire to obey her was powerful. Furthermore, what could happen afterward? Would I go back, patiently, with Elvina, torn by my burning desire for Kel'Rea? Would the latter still stay with me, even if I coldly murdered her mother, ruining my future, keeping it between two Hanalis, none I could fully reach. A puzzling dilemma had now a comfortable niche between my pointed ears, tormenting, disturbing my concentration, ruining years of intense efforts, of tireless dedication... ...annihilated in a baleful storm of electrical madness, killed by both my fatal indecision and a maddened, one-eyed dragon. My eyes slowly lifted up, revealing two dilated, blood-injected pupils, leaving me even more tired as I was before I entered my trance. Those dreams were now becoming far more than disturbing. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai06-01-04, 08:24 PM | As the magician woke, so did the beast he had much earlier missummoned. The purple lynx walked around Myranthor, growling amiably, then laied his head on the elf's knee, and sat there beside him nonchalantly. |
| Duilya06-01-04, 11:25 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya remained curled-up in one of the dark corners of the cavern asleep, her bright pink hair marking her position among the surrounding shadows. Nestled beside the sleeping child were her three incorporeal friends; two of them lied beside the girl with their heads resting on their paws while the third one remained upright with it's golden eyes wide open. The up right shadow almost looked like a mother panther protecting her three young. Duilya's soft breathing continued to fill the air around the corner. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin06-02-04, 01:41 AM | Kel'Rea "Myranthor? Is everything okay? You seem... troubled. You have been acting strangely, as of late... is their anything you wish to talk about?" She said, tiredly, and very concerned for her one love. |
| Jerado06-03-04, 03:15 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif The bleary image in front of Elvina kneeled down to get closer to her. Had someone come to rescue her? ". . . Myranthor?" The figure spoke in an old, haunting voice, like dry leaves rustling in the wind. "Is he. . . special to you?" Quite suddenly, a horrible pair of bright, blood-red eyes opened on the figure's face. "Well my dear, if you ever wish to see this Myranthor again you'll tell me everything you know about this place and it's master. . . Where is he? Where is Blanc hiding himself?!" The figure was demanding answers, not requesting them. It stood up and crossed it's arms over it's chest, looking impatient, keeping it's horrible stare fixed on Elvina. __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Kheldar Devaentar06-03-04, 04:29 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif "Kill an Archmage? Ya really think so Lucky? Hmmm . . I'll have to try that out one daaa-aaaayyii!" Kheldar quickly ducked as the serpentine beast lunged towards him! He dodged it's mouth, but as the rest of the body passed by the creature's snapping tail clipped him in the knee and sent Kheldar spinning! . . And spinning. . . and spinning. The creature then proceeded to float away on it's own inertia, seeming to have quite a bit of difficulty turning around. It wasn't the only one! Kheldar still kept spinning. He had never traveled in the ethereal plane before and he wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to float! "AAhhhhh. . .ttTTTHHIIIiiiiissss. . .rreeEEAAALLLlllyyyy. . .sssSSSSUUUCCCKKKksssss!!!. . .iiIIii. . .hhhaaATTtee. . .ttthhHHhhhiss. . .mmmrrpphh. . ." The last part didn't sound like a word. . . and when Kheldar swallowed, his face didn't look any less green. . . Maybe it was more green. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Elvina06-03-04, 09:16 AM | Elvina stares in horror at those red eyes.....eyes that reminded her so much of the dragons who had captured her not so long ago......... Eyes that put fear staight into her heart. Her mind froze in fear, flash backs of the fire plain, to her cature and torture before she was rescued. As she stares at those eyes she is asked questions......... "I.....I Don't know! I have no clue who this Blanc person your talking about is, and I don't know where he is! Please let me go, I don't like it here." She seems on the verge of...Crying (( ;) )) as she begs for release. |
| Jerado06-03-04, 06:57 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif "You don't know?" Jerado looked away from Elvina, he seemed to be considering something. . . It was about as much in the way of luxury Elvina could hope for at the moment. Unfortunately, her pleas to be released didn't appear to be doing anything for her. "Well my dear. . ." Jerado turned to face her once again. . . . Lets find out what you do know. . ." He elegantly waved his right hand in the air, then gently set it on Elvina's head. ". . . Mindrape!" __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Kheldar Devaentar06-05-04, 05:00 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif After spinning around for what seemed an eternity. . . but was probably closer to 15 seconds. . . It became very evident that none of his friends were going to help him! He'd have to it himself. What would happen if he concentrated on spinning around the other way? Would he reach some sort of equilibrium? He concentrated on it, and sure enough it helped. After some effort he was only twirling around very slowly, after a bit more adjusting he was completely still. "Thanks a lot guys!" Kheldar glared at Leetah and Lucky. . . mostly Lucky, glaring at Leetah made him feel uncomfortable. "Goof grief, at first I thought I was only imagining that the two of you were scheming against me, but now I'm sure of it! What's the big idea leaving me spinning around like that?! Lucky, wipe that smirk of your face." Kheldar sighed. "Now where were we? Oh yeah! Running for dear life. . . Let's go!" One look at Leetah told Kheldar he was doing something wrong. "Hmmm? Oh. . . yeah. . . Lucky, make that snake-thing corporeal again. . . If ya don't, it'll just spawn more ghost-snakes and then this forest will be really creepy! Mind-controlling parasites are bad enough!" Kheldar looked up and spotted an arrow slit that lead outside, he glided up towards it. "Then we'll escape out the back. Come on, we haven't got all day lets go!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun06-06-04, 01:21 AM | “Now …now! Kheldar me green friend, thy color is a pretty as the fields of emerald isles Besides how could we stop ye? For we be the same as thee… Translucent” He trys to smack Kheldar upside the head to prove the point. “Now for thy snakes in the grass. Don’t cha worry too much me boy. For we Leprechauns don’t have magic that lasts past the next Sunset.” He then winks at Leetah. “But yer girlfriend didn’t seem to mind yer spinning like a drunken Dwarf! I think she be thinking as I… Tis fun to see yer face make those cheeky looks of seasickness” |
| Elvina06-07-04, 11:54 AM | ((Not quite sure how MIndRape works, but here it goes.)) Elvina looks at the man with scared eyes as he places a hand on her head. When he says "Mindrape" Elvina goes to scream "NO", but no words come out. Instead her memories rip from her mind painfully, scarring her very being. Memories of the first time she meet Myranthor at the school and how she feel for him. Memories of her friends, Malendor and Star, and of their wedding/birthing cermony. Memories of being captured by the One Eyed Blue dragon when she had gone to save her friend, Star, and how Myranthor had come to her rescue. Painfull Memories of how Myranthor had disgarded her love for him, all because of some spell book he had found at the Blue dragon's city and the love he felt for another. Confusing memories of how Myranthor had still looked out for her, even though he was torn between two who loved him. Flash backs to Malendor's capture as he terrized the school, only to be proven that it wasn't really him but something else. Flashes of a Bronze Dragon as he carried Malendor's limp body in away, then the gathering at the school as a group lead by Gene prepared to save Malendor, then of Elvina's going the group, and of Myranthor's reaction to her joining. Images of the group getting seperated, of falling into those black tunnels as a fire raged above them, no clue if their friends surrevived the blaze, saddness as they had to leave some behind. Images of a little pink haired elf with shadow friends and a pointy nosed man who seemed to be "Steering" the group under ground. Images of terror as something grabbed her from behind and first threatened to kill her, then dragged her away. And a last terrifing image of Blanc Thantos as he teased her, showing her images of her friends dying in those tunnels and then had showen her Malendor chained to a dungoen wall, her red dragon friend was half dead from the abuse he had taken from yet another strange man with bronze colored hair. Then nothing............ Elvina hung limply from her chains, her mind blank, her eyes staring into nothing.......... |
| Wirenth06-07-04, 12:13 PM | With a great flap of her wings Wirenth takes off without a sound, bring herself quickly up to a height where none from the ground could note her, where she alone can see movement on the ground with he acute sense of sight. Circling slowly, no birds come near her, she is the master of the skies. And none dare challenage the queen...... |
| Myranthor06-09-04, 07:25 PM | Without moving, remaining in his position, keeping my gaze locked on emptiness, I answered her, keeping quiet many of my fears. "I need to know what will happen. Is your mother implied in this, Kel'Rea? Will she come in our way, and will I have to prepare myself to fight a powerful dragon? Will you accept it, if I have to hurt her?" While I said these last words, I turned toward her, my voice growing soft and tender. |
| Drindin06-10-04, 12:56 AM | Kel'Rea "Last I heard... my mother was dead. She has been for some time, ever since Malendor killed her. So, as far as I know, we are in no danger. "Besides, even if she were alive, I'd like to see her killed ten times over!' |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai06-10-04, 04:35 AM | The urge of hurting the parrents of a beloved woman or a good friend, preferably with the woman's or friend's concent, was vastly familiar to Chan, and he rubbed his sides against the knees of the two lovers, apparently expressing his sympathy. Perhaps it was his impatience to travel on, or whatever less understandable urges were pulling the strings of this creature's soul, but he finally desided to pull out the card that would probably start triggering events: his left forepaw moved to spot where both Myranthor and Kel'rea could see what it's about to drop, its claws retractd, and back the paw was pulled to once again stand on the ground, leaving the lynx's curious finding lying on the floor where his claws released it - Originally posted by ruthia a stone with some odd looking runes inscribed on it. The stone seems to draw him in, make him want to pick it up and examine it. |
| Savael06-10-04, 07:01 AM | Percev reached up lazily, and scratched his nose. It had been itching on and off for the last few hours, and he didn’t like it. When his nose was itching it seldom heralded anything good. The backpack he rested his head against was hard, and uncomfortable – but better than the hard rock beneath him which was the alternative. Yawning and stretching a bit, then groaning in pain as his back made it’s protests on the hardness of the ground known to his brain, the merchant slowly pulled himself to his feet. “Merchant” Pah! What an utterly ridiculous notion! Couldn’t he at least have come up with something better? Apparently not – the people he had been expecting had literally fallen into his lap without a moment’s notice, and the time for making up good excuses had just left town in a hurry... He absentmindedly pulled a hand through the shock of dark brown hair that adorned his head, and pulled a bit at the fabric of the studded leather armour he was wearing in a vain attempt to feel more comfortable with it. But where were the others? The last time he had seen anyone in the group, namely the elven bard of whom he had grown so fond of (Percev’s eye twitched just a little) he had been disappearing up some manner of rope, a rope which had disappeared moments after, leaving him and the little girl alone in the darkness . . . The little one didn’t say much, rather, she thought a whole lot instead. What manner of strange and obscure magic’s that allowed such a phenomenon to come to pass was far beyond Percev’s ability to comprehend, but he was pretty certain that the golden tiara that adorned the child’s forehead had something to do with it . . . Speaking of which, he knelt down and opened his backpack. Perhaps the little tyke would like something to eat? If he was to be the judge of it they’d gone for at least the better part of a day without tasting proper food. With an afterthought the ragged little backpack probably looked much like he felt, as he in this instant rummaged through it’s dark confines in search of something edible. Finally, his hand came across a small hide-wrapped package, which he pulled out. If he wasn’t too much mistaken it contained a few stripes of dried meat. Enough to stave off the worst of the hunger, at least for a while . . . With the package in hand, the merchant turned his attention towards the little shape of the girl sleeping untroubled by the far wall of the little ledge they were resting on. She was not alone however, as a pair of disturbingly bright, yellow eyes fixed themselves on Percev the moment he made a move towards them. What were these things?! He had seen them in battle for a split second as that enormous cavern monster had risen from the watery depths in the darkness beyond the ledge, looking for an today’s dinner. Regardless of what they were, they were best not to be trifled to much with, Percev decided. “Hey there kitty” His own voice sounded hoarse and somewhat strange “would you like something to eat?” He held a single strip of dried meat between his thumb and index finger, edging closer to the creature. “see here kitty, see this? Nice, succulent meat, see that?” To call the meat succulent was little more than a lie, but at least it was edible! “Would your little lady there perhaps want some too? Hm?” Percev held his breath, half-expecting the owner of those frightening cat-like eyes to settle for his meat instead of the one offered to it... |
| Duilya06-11-04, 12:32 PM | Golden eyes narrow wearily as they focus in on the yummy piece of meat being put up for grabs. The eyes then bore beyond the small strip of meat and laboriously studied the face of the man who was officering it. There was no abundance of trust in the creature's golden gaze, but slowly it withdrew from Duilya and seeped into a nearby wall. The other two shadows then stand up and offer the merchant a similarly warm welcome before they too vanish from sight. Duilya remained peacefully curled up in the corner asleep, completely oblivious to the happenings around her. ZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz...zzz...zzz...zzz.... .................... |
| Leetah06-11-04, 03:00 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Hey!" Leetah started to protest but immediately stopped once she saw Kheldar was making his way towards an arrow slit. Not wanting to be left behind, she quickly glides up to the rouge and offers him a greatful smile. "Thank you Mr Kheldar. . ." The healer looks back down towards the snake. She felt kinda bad about just leaving the poor thing to just glide around the tower aimlessly, but at least it would survive to see the next day. She knew Mr Kheldar had a merciful side! She was so happy to see him spare the creature rather then kill it! "Okay guys. Lets go. Wind Walk!" With a migical gesture and the clap of her hands, the three rag-tag adventurers suddenly take on a more vapourous form. Leetah looked down towards Lucky. "We'll be able to travel more quickly while in this form. Just imagine youself to be one with the wind around you and use that thought to propel yourself forward." Leetah turns her head back up towards Kheldar. "I'll follow your lead Mr Kheldar." Leetah's face suddenly became a lot more serious and fearful. She wasn't looking very forward to going back outside. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Savael06-11-04, 05:27 PM | Percev could barely surpress a sigh of relief as the child’s shadowy companions withdrew back through the cavern walls, away to whatever mysterious recesses they originally came from . . . Where ever that was. Leaving the distance from him to the form of the sleeping child suddenly free of obstacles. Edging closer to the sleeping form of Duilya, Percev hesitated a bit before gently nudging the sleeping girl into a state of semi-consciousness. With a soft whisper, he spoke: “Duilya? D – Duilya? Rise and shine there little one - are you hungry, by any chance? I’ve got some food for you here, if you want it . . .” |
| Kheldar Devaentar06-13-04, 01:24 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Kheldar heard a huge flapping of wings outside the tower. . . then nothing. "Hmmm, well hopefully she's decided to hunt something else. . . What was that you said Leetah? Be one with the wind?" Kheldar looked down at himself. He looked like a black puff of smoke! Both Lucky and Leeath looked misty too! "Oh I see, we'll move a lot faster like this! Well if you two are gonna use some magic so will I." Kheldar quickly zipped to the center of his tower and pulled out a bit of black fur and a piece of coal. "Wait for me at the arrow slit I was just at, this will only take a second." As soon as he got a sign of acknowledgement from both of them he cast the spell. "Deeper Darkness!" A blinding, black radiance quickly covered the entire interior of the tower and escaped through the arrow slits in the walls. It spread out like regular light would for 60 feet around the tower. . . Only, it certainly wasn't light! "Ok," Kheldar spoke in the darkness, "If anyone's still watching us they wont know in which direction we left. Let's go. . . straight ahead." Kheldar hopped out the arrow slit and pressed his palm against his instant fortress. "Fortress, collapse - hmmm?" The fortress stayed in it's tower shape. Kheldar frowned, he didn't have time to play with the stupid thing. "Nevermind. . . Ok, let's go." Kheldar zipped forward in as much of a straight line as he could, checking the sky every now and then to make sure it was clear. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Duilya06-13-04, 04:13 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya released a soft moan as she slowly turned onto her back and looked up at Percev through half opened sleep filled eyes. Pushed up against the girl's forehead sideways was her precious gem encrusted silver tiara. Suddenly, the center gem began flickering. Savael> But Nurse Nessa. . .I don't want to go outside and play with all the other orphans. . .They're always so mean to me. . .Calling me names and pulling my hair. . . Duilya suddenly starts shaking as a look of shear dread wipes across her face. But just as soon as the trembling had started, it quickly fades away as the girl hauls herself into upright position and begins to wipe the sleep out of her eyes. Looking lazily towards Percev again, the child's eyes immediately light up. Savael> MR PERCEV!!! Duilya plows herself into the man's stomach as she tightly wraps her arms around his waist! Starting each and every morning with a great big bear hug was of the utmost importance! It was imperative that you showed those around you that you cared about them! Duilya nuzzled her cheek along the merchant's belly until the faint smell of meat filled her nostrils. Eyes bulging, Duilya turned her gaze towards the dangling piece of meat and lunged towards it head first! Clutching tightly onto the meat strip with her teeth, the child landed softly back on the ground and nimbly rolled into a sitting position. The elven shaodw dancer then commenced on scarfing down the little piece of meat rather ravenously! After a few short seconds, and an unintentionally loud burp, the little piece of meet was completely gone! Letting out a quaint blush, Duilya quickly wiped her mouth on her cape and then spun around on her touch until she was facing Percev again. A broad smile spread across the child's face Savael> Thank you very much for the yummy piece of meat Mr Percev! It was really really tasty! Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Savael06-13-04, 09:14 AM | The merchant flopped onto his back, eyes bulging, as Duilyas immediate greeting literally knocked the air out of him. Was the child trying to kill him?! No, no obviously not, she was only trying to say . . . good morning. As he heaved for breath after the little girls awakening, Percev made a mental note not to try anything like that again, at least not without ample protection stomach-wise. He dragged himself to his feet once again and turned his attention to the pink-haired cannon-ball, just as she let out a loud, unceremonious burp, and smiled broadly. After tossing her yet another piece of meat, Percev decided to voice a question which had laid more or less dormant in the back of his mind for some time now. “Why, your a hungry little one, aren’t you?” he returned Duilyas smile, albeit rather fixedly, and rubbed his stomach wearily – that cannonball hug of hers still hurt a bit. “so where are you from, little one? What grace of fate was it that landed you in the company of the people you were with when you first stumbled down here?” |
| Myranthor06-13-04, 07:13 PM | Softly, seeking for a rare comfort, my hand jumped to the purple lynx's strong neck, caressing its long, mingled fur, playing amidst the sweet warmth of the friendly beast as a normal, pathetic human would a stalwart dog. I sent my other, curious hand to seek for the strange artefact, lying on the strange, translucent plane, bringing it to my emerald eyes, studying it for some time. (Ruthia?) |
| Luika06-13-04, 08:31 PM | Soaring through the blue, immense skies, any normal living being would have joygfully embraced the swiftness of the wind's pressure over his face, the unimaginable pleasure of traveling, as if in a traditional dream, along with magnificent, colored birds on a new, heavenly world, relishing the pleasant thoughts circling through his simple mind. Mine wasn't. Fluently the magnificent beast, propelled by its strong muscles, climbed through the air, reaching summits I never visited, from which I could, with difficulty, gaze at the tiny, ridiculous tower so precious to Kheldar, in which laid, prisonners, a witless assassin, a faithless cleric, and another creature I didn't manage to detail succesfully. Circling above the magical structure, silently gliding, reptilian scanvenger waiting for a small, helpless prey to leave its narrow hole, I meditated on the shher absurdity of my condition, reducted to wait for a weak, miserable do-gooder. My mistress' pawn's plans needed the blonde cleric at their sides, assisting their infamous quests with blessed, hypocrite healing powers we couldn't reach. Many, many times the question fused around me, around desecrated altars, black, secret shrines or disguised temples sternly honoring the dark dignity of our silent Lady of Loss, uttered by young, untrained acolytes, signing their last and most costing contract with that foolish question : "But why can't we heal our destructive troops, like the good clerics can?" That was not a brilliant question, a clever sentence to pronounce, especially not within hearing range of any respectable, esteemed or high-ranking member of any sinister cult. They were easily angered, and any doubt, even the smallest, did stain their glorious cloaks of unflinching faith, summoning an intense, burning desire to, instantly, silence those who had the senseless audacity of wondering aloud what even religious leaders wouldn't mutter in their silent prayers. The answer, clouded in a dark, misty fog, difficult to learn about, was, however, quite easy to guess for anyone attuned to the intimate nature of gods and reverence. Us, masters of the true power, annihilators, saviors of the - for now- pathetically living races, wieled with grace and great might destructive, disruptive energies, twisting the core anture of life itself, making it wither, perish, die, rot, only to be born, once again, freed of every weakening desires. Good clerics, on the opposite, continuously strived to maintain the horrible statu quo they despised themselves in their remarkable incoherence, channeling a vivid, invigorating energy, with which they fueled their healing spells, adding to their potent powers, proving, for once, superior than we were in, at least, one domain. For that reason, and that reason alone, no harm could be done to the gentle, genuine cleric...or, rather, no fatal harm. Then, suddenly, without any signs, a black, ondulating cloud of smoke swam of the stony tower, concealing everything, hiding its particularities to my eyes. "How sensible of you. Not only did you choose to draw my failing attention to you, while I was deeply lost in puzzling thoughts, you're also using darkness to hide, to subrepticely divert my gaze, when you do know my life's devoted to Shar, the Mistress of the night!" Taking a small vial from my spell components pouch, breaking the lid closing it, hermetically, I dug in its opening a fine finger, to grab and put, over my closed eyelids, a special ointment, prepared beforehand by several acolytes in need of being gforgiven a blunt error. Maybe they were finished crafting magical powder with their own grease and bruised bones, by now. Immediately my vision changed, my eyes became pitch black, penetrating through darkness, illusions or glamers as if they never existed, stimulated by the potent magic kept in the tiny glass. "And now, Wirenth, be careful. Something will happen." |
| ruthia06-13-04, 10:15 PM | Myran see's that the ruins appear to be dragonic in nature...... After studying them he suddenly gets the urge to read them outloud..... ((umm, make up the acctually words yourself, then I'll tell you what happens....)) |
| Wirenth06-13-04, 10:27 PM | Peering into the darkness Wirenth gives a mental smile. Darkness has little effect on the dragon, wither it is real or spell. She would be able to see thing move no matter what...... |
| Duilya06-14-04, 05:07 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya caught the tossed piece of meat with both hands this time and took a big bite out of. Her circlet lit up again while she chewed. Savael> Daddy says I came from a bad village. A terrible place where wicked elves were mean to one another and enslaved all the other "lesser races" of the world. Duilya took another bite out of the thin piece of meat she received. Her teeth wrestling with the almost jerky-like substance until finally it broke free. Savael> I don't remember much of home really. I was just a little baby when Mommy cradled me in her arms and ran away from our village with Daddy. Mommy didn't carry me for very long though. . .Daddy carried me for most of the trip. . . The child's lip began to quiver for a moment but then quickly stopped. Duilya closed her eyes and swallowed what was in her mouth. She then took another bite. Savael> Daddy took me to a nearby town and dropped me off at some strange church-like building. There he abandoned me in the cold arms of some mean priestly fellow who then took me inside the building and tossed me into the cruel company of other elven children! Duilya began viciously gnawing at what was left of her meal, as if somehow the piece of meat had dealt her some injury. Savael> I was constantly picked on by those kids! But it wasn't just the children who hated me! It was the adults too! All the other boys and girls got hugs and kisses before they were tucked into bed, but all I ever received were cold stares! The child’s lips suddenly drew back into a snarl. Savael> For years I put up with being bullied by the other children and being sneered at by all the adults until finally I just got sick of it! The fire in Duilya's eyes began to die down as the child's thoughts became more and more calm. Savael> I ran away. . . Duilya remained quiet for a few moments as she eyed the pouch where Savael kept grabbing all his rations from. The girl then looked up at the man with two large amethyst eyes. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor06-15-04, 07:49 AM | "Akk sifftlum rrusk aosssil." I hissed, distorting my elven tongues and lips, used to the elven's fluent language, cursing the dragons lack of mouth. |
| ruthia06-15-04, 09:55 AM | Originally posted by Myranthor "Akk sifftlum rrusk aosssil." I hissed, distorting my elven tongues and lips, used to the elven's fluent language, cursing the dragons lack of mouth. As the ancient dragonic words spilled from the wizards mouth it would appear as nothing happened. Then suddenly the air around the rock shimmered, then the rock dissappeared. Myranthor suddenly feels something heavy in his pocket, where he to look the rock is in there...... EVERYONE ELSE!!!!! ((This is directed at EVERY Character.)) You feel a sudden pull at your pockets as if something heavy has dropped into them. Where you to check you would find a stone with some runes on it. If you try to throw it away you suddenly get a strange compulsion not to. |
| ruthia06-15-04, 10:13 AM | Originally posted by Khaira Yes, I want Malendor back more than anything. Have you any clue where he went? Is there a common enemy either he or Star had? Because, ideally, I have a feeling that once we have found the source for Malendor's ... changes, the clues about Star shall not be too far away..." Ruthia appears to think for a moment.. "Well to tell you the truth Khara I did get a look at the obductor just before he took Malendor. His name is Lioth, he use to work far a group called the Guardians here on Pern. He's held a grudge against my family for years now, since we managed to stop the Guardians from killing all of dragon kind here on Pern. I don't know exactly how he got Malendor to behave like that or where he has taken him, but I do know Lioth has him. Here Khaira, read this." Ruthia pulls a note out of her pocket and hands it to Khaira, Ormus looks disguisted when he see's it, Zayle looks slightly fearful. The note itself appeared to be writen on a piece of skin, in blood........ ((It Reads)) I have sent this piece of your son back for you to remeber him by, soon this will be all thats left of him. I will have my revange on behalf of my masters......... |
| Branth06-15-04, 10:22 AM | Branth looks very surprised to see Kulideb here. He himself had been back home, slowly regaining some of his lost memoroy. Kulideb was deffinetly a person he remebered. "Are you ok? You look very upset about something." |
| Savael06-15-04, 10:49 AM | Percev watched as Duilyas teeth mercilessly battled the tough consistency of the meat he’d offered her – she was stubborn little girl, that much was for sure. As she told him of her past, in between mouthfuls of dried meat, he listened intently – or at least as intently as he cared to. So the little tyke had run away from home, had she? And where was her father in all of this? Judging from the sudden change Duilyas mood had undertaken when she had broached the subject of her mother, Percev drew the simple conclusion that she was no longer among the living. Something he found odd about the whole thing though, was how the girl had told him how her father had dropped her off at the temple. But had her father picked her up later on? The way Duilya explained it, it would appear so . . . but that only led on to other questions again. Oh well. Duilyas story eventually came to an abrupt end when the piece of meat he’d tossed her way had been devoured. Following the child’s gaze over to the backpack by his feet, he was just about to toss Duilya another piece of meat when something heavy landed in his pocket! “What..?” startled, he stayed his hand a moment and hesitantly fished ...a stone... out from his pocket. The stone itself was smooth and somewhat egg-shaped, upon a closer examination a series of strange runes could be seen on it’s surface. Percev’s forehead suddenly creased with folds of thought as he tried to figure out what manner of runic script this was. Had he seen this somewhere before? No, his mind drew a blank on the strange figures dancing on the stone before him... how odd. How the heck had that stone got into his pocket? For a brief second, Percev had to battle an urge not to twist suddenly and grab after someone behind him... but behind him there was little more than smooth rock and ... dark ... darkness, so that didn’t do much good. “Erm... Oh! Here you go” He tossed yet another piece of meat in Duilyas direction as his mind returned to the present time and place, dreary as both of them were. “Well, um, that’s a rather sad story Duilya... you having to run away and all, I mean” He didn’t bother to put too much concern into his voice just then, because something more pressing had just occurred to him. They had to get moving... but where in the blazes were the others?! “Duilya? You wouldn’t happen to have any idea where the others might have gone off to, have you? I think we ought to get moving soon...” |
| Lucky Leprechaun06-15-04, 03:03 PM | Lucky was rushing through the darkness, following close behind the rascally rogue and Leetah. Up above he heard sound of the mighty draconic creature flapping its wings. “Tis a wonder were still alive me friends…Ye must be asking the same question as I. If the cute and loveable Lucky, changed us all into his gallic size…then we be all-small as mice! If tis so, and I think ye see me point. What of the magical tower that Kheldar made. Wasn’t it smaller as well? For it be coming out of me mouthy friend shrunken pocket.” Lucky jumps over a worm as he runs along. “I guess what yer next thought should be is …. Can Lucky make us bigger again? or should we use thou small, size and hide around the trees and bushes. . |
| Khaira06-15-04, 03:25 PM | Khaira read the note, resisting the urge to crumple it up and scream in disgust. As she set the note on the table, she wondered just how much time they would have before Malendor was ... well...unsalvageable. "I see...these are dire times, indeed, then. Any clue where this Lioth would have his lair? Or where he was last seen? Perhaps, if we could find this out, then we could be a step closer to saving Malendor..." Khaira looks in the direction where Kulideb and Rodney had run off to...she couldn't help but wonder what plagued her elven friend's mind so. They had important work to do now, and time was running short - she should have enough common sense to not freak out like that and run off like a drama queen! |
| Drindin06-15-04, 08:03 PM | Rodney Rodney rushes upto kulideb, and rubs her back. "What's wrong, miss Kulideb?" Kel'Rea Kel blinks for a moment, and reaches into her spell component pouch (her robes bear no pockets), and produces a stone. "How... odd..." Initially trying to throw it away, she thinks better of it and places it back into the pouch. She reaches her hand towards Myranthor after standing. "Come, we best start leaving now, my love. I'm almost certain the trip out will take some time..." |
| Duilya06-16-04, 02:31 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya was about to chomp down on the last piece of meat when she looked up and noticed that Percev was preparing to set out again. Taking the dried up ration away from her mouth, she stood up on her tiptoes and extended her arms to offer the merchant his own piece of meat back. He hadn't eaten a single thing since she woke up, and she couldn't honestly bring herself to eat all he had offered her without seeing him have at least some of it. But before the merchant had taken her up on the offer or not he asked her a question. "Duilya? You wouldn’t happen to have any idea where the others might have gone off to, have you? I think we ought to get moving soon...” Duilya frowned as she slowly shook her head. She then extended her arms further and tried to stand a bit higher as she wagged the piece of meat in front of him. Savael> I really have no clue where they are, but if we continue further into the cave and try to find a path that leads upwards, we're bound to run into them! Aren't we? The child smiled. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar06-16-04, 06:09 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Kheldar stared at Lucky in amazement. Despite Leetah casting wind walk on the Leprechaun, and despite Lucky making himself ethereal, thus being able to fly, the crazy man had decided to run along side them! Run! Vigorously pounding his fine buckled shoes into the hard dirt. . . What was even more incredible was the lunatic was actually keeping up! "My, you're full of energy!" Kheldar noted as he continued to quickly glide further and further from his tower. "Didn't you get a good look at the tower? It was oversized for us. . . Mind you, you're a Leprechaun, I don't know what you'd consider oversized or undersized." Kheldar changed his tone to that of a lecturing teacher explaining something to his students. "It doesn't matter what size a Daern's Instant Fortress starts at, when it's activated it'll change into the shape it's supposed to. . . a 30 foot adamantine tower. . . Think of it like a transmutation spell. . . It doesn't matter if you turn a Halfing into an elephant or a Giant, you'll still wind up with an elephant that's the same size. . ." Kheldar puffed for breath. Yes he was flying, but he was exerting himself by flying as fast as he could! ". . . Of course it works the other way around too. It's just as well the tower didn't collapse when I commanded it to. It would have transformed into a iron block about the same size as me! Which obviously isn't very helpful!" Kheldar looked up in the sky, he didn't hear anything and there was nothing to see but a thick canopy of leaves now. "You can change us back as soon as we slow down and stop running. . . Right now it's making us hard to see. . . So I want to use it! . . . So is that other spell you cast before, to make us ethereal. . ." Kheldar turned to face Leetah. "This wind walk is great too! Thanks. . ." Kheldar then quickly resumed to straight looking ahead. "Our small size, being ethereal, and being wispy like we are is all being done though transmutation effects. . . incase you didn't notice. . . We're not relying on illusions to hide us like that darkness spell I cast before. And that difference can make a lot of difference! I don't want these spells to stop working for us until the magic naturally fades away. . . Hopefully by then we'll have also stopped running. . ." Kheldar thought about it for a second. "Damn, I wish we had a guide familiar with this place. We could be running into more danger for all we know! . . I hope the other's that came with me are doing better than this!" ((note: With everyone in this party being "weightless" via all these spells, I didn't know whether or not they'd be able to detect the stone popping into their pockets. :))) Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| kulideb06-16-04, 09:08 AM | Kulideb smiled sadly at the gnome. She pulled up her sleeve and showed Rodney her arm. "Look." she said pointing to the soft blond hairs. "Elves dont have body hair!" she said trying not to cry. |
| ruthia06-16-04, 10:55 AM | Ruthia shakes her head sadly. "See this is whats odd Khaira. Pern dragon's are all connected mentally. I can feel talk to any Pern dragon at anytime. For example, Lioth's mate is chasing something in that forest over there (She points in the direction the group just came from) , in fact she was the one who set it on fire. But Lioth is nowhere to be found. I don't believe he's on Pern at all! Last time I felt his presence was back on the Sword Coast near the school. I followed as best as I could, but for some reason could not follow him past the water, almost like he had gone under the water." Ruthia shrugs with a sigh. The rest of the family was finishing dinner, Ormus and Zayle help David escort the younger children to bed. As he passes Ormus places a hand on Ruthia's shoulder and mumers into her ear. Ruthia smiles briefly and nods, Ormus walks off. "Ormus says he may be able to get the group of you back to the Sword Coast. But tell me, is this all of you? There isn't anyone else out there is there???" |
| Khaira06-16-04, 02:40 PM | Khaira sighs; she was trying hard to remember who all had been with them from the start...some had been lost, notably Gene and another from the beginning.And then they had been split up.... "Yes, there were many more of us; but, you see, some of us got split up. Somehow, someway, we ended up on Pern. I have no clue where everybody else went... I do know Gene got lost from us in the forest..and I believe another was separated from the beginning..." (Would Khaira's group have seen the dragon on their way here?) |
| ruthia06-16-04, 08:42 PM | ((Yes, the dragon, Wirenth,was the one you saw torching the forest! But not Lioth...He's closer to Myranthor's group then this one. Speaking of which...)) While searching Blanc's fortress Miss Frost finds not only an interesting captive in the dungoeons ((Malendor)) But an even more interesting looking Lacky ((Lioth)), who is also trying to find out where his boss ((Blanc)) is. |
| Ms. Frost06-16-04, 09:31 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmsfrost.gif Ms. Frost eyes the two humans before her. One of them was all chained up so she immediately discarded it as a non-threat, the other, however, was reason for some concern. "Who are you, and what is your business here? Jerado! I've found someone!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/colddeathisrp.gif |
| ruthia06-16-04, 09:38 PM | ((Umm...there both in human form but ok....)) Lioth looks surprised as he puts down the whip he was just about to use on Malendor..... He turns on Ms. Frost with a growl. "Who the heck are you and what are you doing in Blanc's Lair!" He goes to run out of the room yelling "Master Blanc, Master Blanc! Intruders!!!!!!" |
| Drindin06-16-04, 09:42 PM | Rodney "Huh? Well, it's nothin' to cry over. I mean, what's so bad about being part human? It's not like you're a lycan-thropey or nothin'!" |
| Jerado06-16-04, 10:09 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Red smoke billowed into the room from the entrance and swirled into the shape of an old bearded man dressed in long, flowing robes, and, with a quiet "poof" that's exactly what it became! The only thing that stayed red was the wizard's glowing eyes. "What is it Ms. Frost?! I was quite busy with. . . Hmm?" Suddenly the dark mage noticed Lioth trying to escape out the room. "HOLD MONSTER!" Lioth froze in place, and Jerado curiously looked at Ms. Frost. Ms. Frost shrugged. "I found him and thought you should know about it. he was barking for his master, Blanc, just before you came. . . It would seem he was just about to use this whip on that boy." Ms. Frost picked up the whip and eyed it with delight, like she might enjoy using it on the prisoner. And from her perspective, that could mean either one of the two people she had just found. Jerado turned his attention to Lioth and waved his hand, releasing the spell he had just cast. "You know Blanc Thanos, boy? Tell me where he is!" Jerado sneered at the look of absolute delight Ms. Frost wore. "Ms. Frost, I'm busy with this one. If you must, whip the miserable whelp in the chains!" Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Jerado06-16-04, 10:10 PM | Oops |
| kulideb06-17-04, 04:26 AM | A tear rolled down the elfs face. "Rodney...the mad drow..he bit me." she sniffed. "I almost ate a chicken leg!...and..all that blood, back at the lions..even the cut Gene had..the fresh copper sent..made me feel so hungry.." the elf looked at her fingers as if she could still see Genes blood upon them. |
| Myranthor06-17-04, 07:13 AM | Kel'Rea's few words, my love , despite their immense gentleness, brought a pointy, insidious melancholy to flow in my blood stream, like a rotten, corruted sap traveling through the greatest roots of a defenceless tree. Maybe she couldn,t understand the heavy doubts, the endless question, the constant torments, the infinite possibilities of what would happen, how my mad actions would be perceived by Elvina and I's common friends. "Wait a minute", I simply answered. That rune has another face, another message carved within its hard surface, and I think it should have interesting results. Yukkro sasssyri ghhikkaa sesssiruth |
| ruthia06-17-04, 12:24 PM | Myranthor gets no response from those ruins.... Other then an extrem urge not to say them again any time soon. ((Basically it's a timed spell, it will only work at a certain time....I'll clarify later in the story....)) Lioth snarled at this stranger. "If I had know where my Current Master was I wouldn't be yelling for him would I." The way Lioth said Master makes it pretty clear he does not think highly of Blanc. When Ms Frost picks up the whip and Jerado tells her to use it on Malendor, Lioth sneers again. "See if you can get him to yelp out would you? He seems to be fairly resistant to most torture. That Red Dragon doesn't seem to feel the whip when it hits him.." |
| Lucky Leprechaun06-17-04, 12:36 PM | Kheldar Kheldar stared at Lucky in amazement. Despite Leetah casting wind walk on the Leprechaun, and despite Lucky making himself ethereal, thus being able to fly, the crazy man had decided to run along side them! Run! “We is! Well of course we be… I knows it for the worm I stepped over was in an apple on a tree branch. ;) Beside me boy I am glad thou agree that big things come in small packages, That being yer magic boxy thing Kheldar, and me… well lets just save that for our marriage night Leetah “ Lucky laughs at the thought. :embarrass |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai06-17-04, 05:40 PM | The lynx feels a great disturbance under his skin, or so it seems. He tries scratching a spot around his left ribs, rolls on the ground, and seems to be at risk of hurting himself, until finally - having apparently desided that elven fingers would be of mroe help than feline clawed paws - he laies down and... melts into the shape in which he had appeared before the adventurers at the first time, when summoned by myranthor. Chan reaches into his robes, just the spot where as a lynx he kept scratching, and extracts an encripted stone, just like the monster's heart, which he gave to the elven bard. The difference in height between his left eyebrow to its right counterpart was vast, and his expression rather amusing, as he examoned the rock. "Mrowrrrrnyah?" remembering to use the full potential of elven speech-organs, he repeated: "How, and why?" He handed the stone to the prototypes current holder, and asked: "The heart doubled itself when the runes were read... will it not spawn such critters at the ones it belongued to? Purhaps a reversed incantation would divide theyr number - destroying this one - and repeated again would annihilate the original?" |
| Jerado06-17-04, 07:08 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado frowned at Lioth. The defiance in the man's voice had not impressed him. Jerado killed his most obedient and loyal servants without a second thought. . . What he did to the rude ones was significantly worse. "Do not be insolent with me boy! The only thing protecting you from me right now is my alliance with your master. . . . . . and as of this moment I'm officially ending it!" What was the point of it anymore? Jerado had only agreed to help Blanc so long as the wicked lunatic provided him with a constant shipment of bodies. And while the last package had been wonderful, it had been sent far too long ago. "I'm taking control here. You're master's not here so calling his name wont do you any good. Now boy, I have two uses for you. I'll give you the benefit of deciding which it'll be. . . Either work for me and do exactly as I command you to, or go back to my tower in a wagon full of other corpses." Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| Ms. Frost06-17-04, 07:44 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmsfrost.gif Ms. Frost grinned. "This one's a red dragon huh? From Pern or this Plane? Never mind, it doesn't matter." She walked close to the chained-up Malendor with an inhuman look in her eyes. "First lets find out if he retains his natural armor bonus in this form. . ." And with that she kicked Malendor in the ribs with her pointy shoe. . . Testing to see how resilient Malendor's skin is. __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/colddeathisrp.gif |
| Leetah06-18-04, 03:48 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Big things that come in small packages? Marriage night!?" Leetah blushed as she looked down at Lucky and blinked at him innocently. The itty-bitty cleric clearly had no idea what on earth the small leprechaun was talking about, but by the dirty little smirk Lucky wore across his face she had the feeling that it was something perverse. Face reddening even further, Leetah frowned and looked up at Kheldar trying her best to ignore the wee leprechaun. Something about his Gallic laughter sent shivers down her spine. Hmmm. . .Mr Kheldar thanked me for casting the wind walk spell on all of us. Leetah's frown melted into a shy smile as her eyes filled with glee! She was so happy that she had learned how to cast more advanced spells since she had last traveled with the assassin! With her new plethora of magical abilities, she could be a much bigger help to him! Leetah's head was briefly lost to happy thoughts as she continued to glide swiftly through the air. Now if only she knew where Luika and that horrible dragon where she'd feel completely content! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar06-20-04, 01:10 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif "We've lost em." Kheldar looked up again and nodded to himself. It had been a while since he heard anything, they had clearly lost the dragon and it's rider. "Whew. . . Ya see? It's just like I told you guys. That difference between illusion and transmutation made all the difference for us! We can stop here." Kheldar gently floated down to the ground to catch his breath. Flying was tiring work. "So Lucky. . ." The rogue's left eyebrow started twitching involuntarily. ". . .What's this I hear about wedding nights and big things coming in small packages? What about your big plans with the garlic farm and supporting the family you already have?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Malendor...06-20-04, 09:53 PM | Malendor had been hanging limply from the chains up to this point, not paying attention to anything around him, his eyes blank. Well his eyes weren't completely blank, they where whirling a mix hue's of yellow and orange. As Ms.Frost turns towards his bloody, battered body to send her pointy toed shoe straight into his ribs his eyes begin to swirl red. But other then a tensing of his body in reaction to the pain, he made no sound or movement........ |
| Wirenth06-20-04, 10:04 PM | After a while of coasting though the air, Wirenth spots a slight movement below. ((Ie. Lucky ran for just a few moments, thus making a slight movement to see :D )) She looked closer at it, then pointed it out to Lukia. o O(Could that be them?) She allows Lukia to see through her eyes at the movement she spotted, thus allowing him a closer view. ((And with his spell a clearier view also!)) |
| Leetah06-21-04, 03:29 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah glided down beside Kheldar and padded herself to a stop. The young healer almost looked more like a tiny rain-cloud than an actual human being with Kheldar's black cloak around her shoulders and her wind walk spell still in effect. Trusting Mr Kheldar to know whether the area would be safe or not, Leetah closed her eyes and clapped her hands together. By the time the she had open her eye lids again, everyone gathered around her, including herself, was no longer vaporous. She had ended the effects of her spell. Leetah looked up towards the sky. "Did we really lose them?" The girl's eyes and ears told her 'yes' but her heart told her 'no.' Something was still out there, lurking in the darkness. Hunting them. Leetah cloud feel two cold eyes bearing down on her, but where could they be coming from. Where was their enemy hiding? Alarmingly, all of Leetah's questions were suddenly answered as a terrifying reptilian head burst from out of the surrounding foliage and bore down towards them! Leetah screamed out in fear as the horrible beast made it's advance! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar06-21-04, 04:12 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldarchibi.gif Kheldar threw his head back and started laughing out loud. The reptilian creature that was so horribly descending upon Leetah quickly jumped up in utter shock and scampered off as soon as the young cleric had cried out. Leetah had no doubt scared it just as much as it had scared her. "Leetah, it was just a lizard! Oh my goodness you thought it was a. . . a. . .Hmmppheheee hee" Kheldar's face turned bright red as he tried not to laugh out so loudly again, but by the glee he wore on his face he wasn't doing a very good job disguising it. . . Only after a long sigh to calm himself down did the color start to drain from his face. "Leetah, I can't imagine a more delightful person to travel with!" Kheldar smiled cheerfully. Then turned to face Lucky. "Lucky, maybe you should return us back to our regular size. I think it's quite clear we've had enough of being itty bitty. . . And Leetah, don't worry. . . We've clearly lost them! Look, there's nothing out there." Kheldar gestured behind him, at the tall grass and the clear, blue sky. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Savael06-21-04, 05:47 AM | Percev stretched himself before adjusting his backpack. No matter what he did to it he found himself unable to rid himself of that gnawing feeling in his back and it annoyed him to no end. Duilya however seemed untroubled by such worries as an uncomfortable backpack, and had instead decided to offer the strip of meat previously tossed to her, back to him. Now that he came to think of it, he was in fact quite hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything at all so far this morning, and the lone piece of meat lying the child’s outstretched hands began to look very inviting. He picked it up and practically wolfed down half of it while Duilya found an answer to his question. But what on earth were they going to do? Continuing further into the caves would eventually lead them outside, he knew that much allright - but what good would the daylight if he had to explain to his employer how he’d suddenly lost track of the entire group, save one lone individual? Scratching his head aimlessly for a few seconds, Percev made the last piece of meat disappear... and sat right back down. “We have to find the others Duilya, what if they are here in the caves somewhere still? We can’t just leave them wandering around somewhere in the darkness, can we?” A thought occurred to him then, suddenly. What if the rest of the party were in fact stumbling around these caves somewhere, looking for a way out . . . At least he’d know where he had them for the time being. Perhaps following up on the little girls advice wasn’t such a load of hogwash after all? “But you do of course, have a point Duilya, if we continue on into these caves we are most certainly bound to run into them sooner or later – of that I have no doubt!” Percev stood back up and smiled faintly to himself, perhaps this day could yet be saved. “ Here, why don’t you have one of your little companions scout on ahead of us? That way we’d know a bit more about which way to take, no?” |
| Myranthor06-21-04, 02:34 PM | "The heart doubled itself when the runes were read... will it not spawn such critters at the ones it belongued to? Purhaps a reversed incantation would divide theyr number - destroying this one - and repeated again would annihilate the original?" Sitting on the hollow, translucent ground, I carefully studied the arcane stone, the carved runes, from which erupted geysers of fluid energies. the purple elf,s idea, altough an interesting, original one, and rightly worthy of being thought of, still didn't deserve much of our precious time to be meticulously examined, especially since the queer alternative he suggested would cut a potent, intriguing magical item from our already limited reach. "I don't know, Chan, and I don't think activating such a mysterious power, if it was possible, would be a good idea. I, by far, prefer to keep it around, nearby, in case we would have to use it later. It still has another face, another writing I can't go through, an evasive imprecation that won't be delivered presently. It is, evidently, some kind of delayed, or sequenced, spell, and the triggering conditions are undoubtly not yet met." I hid the small stone in myleathery bag, placing it within its depths, while offering graciously to my curious gaze the relished opportunity to wander, to scatter through the window opened on the Material Plane, aimlessly deriving on its surface. "Are you both ready to leave ?" |
| Luika06-21-04, 04:00 PM | From above thousands of feet, too high to be spotted from the far ground, the dragon's golden, radiant body mingling and fusionning with the blinding sun's hot, scroching rays, I observed Kheldar's instant fortress, the hard, magical building that witless rogue always used as an improvised weapon. o O(Could that be them?) I crinkled my eyelids, trying, despite the divination spell I had cast earlier, to distinguish, below us, the three tiny shapes of our pathetic enemies, those fools who fought against themselves, who tried desperately to stay alive, to stay weak, vulnerable to sadness and an excuciating pain. Suddenly, against my own will, my vision shifted, became black and blurry. The world came back, as it faded, in a bigger, different way, my vision outstretching its precedent capabilities, focusing on tiny dots, almost allowing me to count the hundreds of feathers on a balbuzard, soaring through the skies miles from us. Down, on the ground, were gesticulating and speaking the three adventurers. Leetah, a few second ago, dismissed a rather complex spell, wind walk , before getting scared, terrified, by a puny ridiculous, normal lizard. I grinned. o O ( Do not plunge on them, Wirenth. We need the cleric alive, do you remember? Just stay here, where they can't see us.) I caressed, on my armored chest, the dark insignia, encircled with a purplish hue, chanting to the dark goddess a tender prayer. "Kanzeil, disguised brother, Kanzeil, of souls the defiler, Your darkened heart may you open, to my voice , my whispers forbidden." "Leetah is on another planet : Pern, that Jerado knows. Come, bring her back. I can't do this myself. South of Jerado's tower." (Chris, Kanzeil can answer up to 25 words to Luika.) |
| Wirenth06-21-04, 04:23 PM | o O(I remeber. I obey.) Wirenth takes to circling lazily high above the group, keeping her reptilian eyes focused on Luika's choosen prey. The great queenRelaxes and flexs each of her muscles instinctivly as she circles, her body at full readniess as she awaits the comands of her rider. She is one with the wind, the sky, the sun, and her Rider. It is as it was meant to be, Pern dragons were meant to obey men questionlessly, since the beging of humankinds residence on Pern. This is what she was born to do, and she did it without question....... |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai06-21-04, 05:32 PM | After a nod of agreement, the bard's first motion hinted he was about to walk on all four and rub his side against the legs fo Myranthor and Kel'rea, but he did rise to his feet, and laied the stone in his backpack. He was about to answer positively, when suddnly fear crawled into his eyes... "Where... where is the child? And the merchant? They... never came up here with us - or didn't they?" |
| Drindin06-21-04, 09:39 PM | Kel'Rea "I... I can't remember. Hells, I don't even remember coming up here myself! I was, I imagine, unconcious at the time... where are we, any how?" Rodney "Well, either way missy Kuli-deb, we best be gettin' back to th' feast any how! I 'aven't eaten in days, and I'm bloody well near starved!" |
| kulideb06-22-04, 03:06 AM | The elf sniffed. "If I dont find a cure...you could end up being my dinner." The elf tilted her head to one side and looked at the gnome as if she was trying to figure out how tasty he would be. |
| Kanzeil06-22-04, 06:48 AM | The Origins of the Healing Hand. Compassion is a rare quality in a world filled with monsters and dangers of all kind, but even in harsh conditions, there are those who believe that everyone deserves to be whole and healthy. Kanzeil was one such man. With a heart full of compassion, determination, and mercy, Kanzeil traveled to the most hostile of territories and brought with him divine healing and preachings of peace and harmony. He opened the eyes of those who knew only of pain and suffering, and taught them how to better live their lives as well as embrace their dreams and aspirations. Eventually, the man had earned himself a following, and soon men and women from all across the globe traveled to perilous locations soothing the ailments of others and bringing happiness to those in need. These pure hearted followers became known as priests and priestesses of the 'Healing Hand,' a name that was originally created by a young boy who was eternally grateful for the healing his grandfather received. As the years passed by, a great cathedral was erected north of Waterdeep in honor of Kanzeil and his followers. This holy fortress became known as the Bastion of the Healing Hand, and beside this fortress a smaller building was built known as the Chapel of the Healing Hand. It's within this small chapel's walls that young men and woman receive training in the divine arts of purification and healing, each day pushing their abilities to new heights in hopes of becoming as great as the man who had started it all. . . . . .A man who now dangled lifelessly at the end of a rope locked away in some long forgotten cell that Jerado threw him in. Healers were such fools; all of them! What good were their hearts of gold and devotion to compassion when that heart no longer beat and all because compassion had eroded their senses thus making them vulnerable? Gaining Kanzeil's trust and then later sacrificing him to Shar's grace had almost been too easy. The figure that now guised himself in the late priest's clothes softly chuckled in the darkness as memories of how Kanzeil's beliefs ended up leading to the man's great downfall. But such was the inevitable fate of all those who believed in hope or promises of success. The silly man should have seen it coming. . . http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtruekanzeils.gif Kanzeil adjusted his position in his comfy chair and gazed out at the stars that decorated the night sky outside the chapel. As soothing as memories of killing the detestable priest were, they did little to improve his current disposition. Leetah was still lost to him and his dark masters, and he desperately needed to find her! Jerado would not tolerate failure. Kanzeil forced down a nervous gulp. . . .Kanzeil, disguised brother. . . The evil cleric's eyes widened with sudden surprise. Who was trying to contact him at this hour, and why? . . .Kanzeil, of souls the defiler. . . . . .Your darkened heart may you open. . . . . .to my voice, my whispers forbidden. . . "Luika?" Kanzeil got up off his chair and moved to the furthest corner of his office. He doubted anyone would be listening in through the keyhole of his door at this hour, but he couldn't afford to take any risks. . . .Leetah is on another planet: Pern, that Jerado knows. Come, bring her back. I can't do this myself. South of Jerado's tower. . . The evil cleric's mouth withered back into a tight grin. A faint red glow illuminated the walls near his eyes. "Don't lose sight of her brother. . .I'll be there as soon as possible." Kanzeil prepared to depart. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor06-22-04, 08:28 PM | (I love Kanzeil's picture. With a gaze like that, he may postulate to be Luika's next best fien....friend.) My gaze lowered, as I remembered, all too clearly, the smiling figure of the pink-haired child, her maladive desire for hugs, her lively mood, and the human merchant who tried, despite his relative lack of skills, to help them find their way. A frozen arrow reached my heart, made me gulp for what could be called my horrendous treason, the creation of this safe haven I didn't invite them into because of the precedent emergencies, of my violent desire to keep Kel safe from being, once more, harmed. Who cared, anyway? Both of them were, at the best, strange beings it was better not to spend too much time with. Cleverly reading through their tortured minds opened a small box full of distateful surprises, from bloody blades to warding spells, accompanied with strange backgrounds, queer habits, mysterious shadow companions. The future would be safer, I thought. "No, they didn't follow us in there. We are simply in a demiplace of my creation. I thought we needed it to take some time away from the outside's imminent dangers. Now, can we go?" |
| Khaira06-23-04, 12:38 AM | The dragon, Lioth's mate, was the one burnign the forest. Surely, there must be some connection there but...what? S he nods as Ruthia makes the comment about Lioth's mate burning the forest... "Yes, we saw that dragon; we passed with all haste and speed to make our way past it, lest we got burned ourselves..." |
| Duilya06-24-04, 04:22 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya's eyes lit up as Percev recommended using her shadow buddies to scout for the others! What a fantastic idea! That almost merited a hug in and of itself, but alas, the girl managed to restrain herself. She wasn't sure how much Percev appreciated hugs after how he responded to her last one. Maybe he was just shy. Duilya smiled and placed two fingers in her mouth, mimicking the motion of making a loud whistle. Within seconds her three shadowy companions materialized into existence and floated over to where she was standing, curiously wondering why they had been summoned. Duilya playfully tilted her head and pointed in three different directions. She then quickly spun around and shielded her forehead as if trying to block sunlight from her eyes. The pink haired shadow dancer then grinded to a halt and stomped her foot down on the ground, waiting for her three companions' reply. The three shadows slowly nodded their heads and quickly dispersed in the three directions she had directed them towards. Duilya clapped her hands merrily and turned to face Savael, her face booming with delight. Savael> If they find anything they'll let us know. Now common Mr Percev! I want to get out of here! Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Luika06-24-04, 06:11 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Artwork illus by Gordon R. Quigley ...Don't lose sight of her brother. . .I'll be there as soon as possible... o O (Hopefully you will, useless betrayer. You plainly, clearly, painly realize how Jerado would be saddened, tortured if he suddenly discovered Leetah clerverly escaped your loose clutches, how he would, sadistically, devise excruciating torture plans to motivate you finding her, how we would attack, persecute, strike at all the weak remainders of clueless mercy you may still have, destroying your bones to dust, your white flesh to scarred, putrid, indistinguishable matter, while trapping your soul somewher else, safe, to delicately observe, sickened the terrible torments endured by your physical body, only to be instilled in the new disgusting atrocity you'd be afterward.) Calm as an aloof eagle, swooping on thermal currents, relaxed, hovereing over an helpless prey, a tamed rabbit domesticated against its genuine will and its alterable perspicacity, I choose not to act immediately: < Wirenth, keep them in sight at any time, while keeping us out of theirs. Time should serve us well.> |
| Savael06-25-04, 07:44 PM | How the little pink-haired girl could manage such a feat of sorcery, summoning forth her brood of shadowy protectors from the darkness around them was beyond Percev's ability to fathom, but then so were most things when it came to matters of the arcane. Instead of questioning his timid companions somewhat odd behaviour, he merely watched as the girl apparently ordered the shades under her command to spread out in three different directions and do some simple scouting... “Impressive” he said at last, as the shadows dispersed “you really are a remarkable little one, aren’t you?” He patted Duilya carefully on the head, and stroke off into the darkness of the caves. With any luck they’d be out soon... this oppressive was coming ever so close to driving him insane one of these moments... “So Duilya, tell me, what exactly are those creatures that follow you around? Those... kittens.. to be precise?” |
| ruthia07-04-04, 08:24 PM | :bump: Ruthia sighs. "I wish I knew what she was chasing, but she has never talked to me. Well I guess we'll have to look for the other's in your group here soon. But your group must be tired, perhaps you guys should go rest? Tommorrow we'll begin searching for Gene and who ever else you say is missing." Lioth Says nothing when asked to swich alliances, he meerily bows his head in acceptance. Wirenth She doesn't acknowledge Luika's request verbal, just drifts higher up and circles Luika's choosen prey. |
| Khaira07-06-04, 09:33 PM | Khaira nods to Ruthia. The idea of laying down in a soft bed was very appealing, particularly after sleeping in trees, on rocks, and upon the unforgiving, unyielding dirt... "An actual bed would be like a gift from the gods themselves, at this point, old friend. And tommorrow, a search-and-rescue party, to find the lost ones. After that...somehow, we try to find Malendor and Star...with all hope, we can make some sort of progress. Good night my friend. Say...would you happen to know what happened to Kulideb and Rodney?" |
| Drindin07-07-04, 12:41 AM | Originally posted by Myranthor "No, they didn't follow us in there. We are simply in a demiplace of my creation. I thought we needed it to take some time away from the outside's imminent dangers. Now, can we go?" Kel'Rea After blinking out of a thought, Kel looks over at Myranthor. "Hm? Yes, we should be off... as much as I'd prefer to stay here, we'd best get going! Every second we waste, the more chance of our friends being eaten..." Rodney Rodney laughs nervously, then clears his throat. "Umm... us gnomes are a bit boney. Not much for good eating. Any ways, we should return to the table! No doubt they're wonderin' wheres we ran off too!" |
| Myranthor07-07-04, 09:28 AM | I serenely closed my eyes, feeling with my surroundings a calm, invigorating empathic link, my body merging with the temporary nature of the demiplane, becoming one with the universe. As my eyelids lifted the casted shadows reigning over my greenish pupils, the very fabric of our magical reality tore apart, revealing to us the real, material world we had left in a hurry. First, Chan Ting slipped down the hanging rope, receiving himself supply on the rocky ground of the cavern, inspecting the immediate surroudings, his ears almost twitching as would a cat's, alert, trying to discern, in the surrouding misty darkness, faint sounds of other living beings. If none appeared, I followed, waiting for the fair half-dragon to reach follow us when I reached the ground. |
| ruthia07-07-04, 09:38 AM | Chan see's and hears nothing except the slight sound of running water, and the slight mumering of a mans voice. If he can hear it clear enough he would relize it was Percev's voice... |
| kulideb07-07-04, 10:50 AM | The elf sighs, scratches at her arm then follows the little gnome. ~wonder when the next full moon is, mmm...bones are good to gnaw on...I really must stop thinking like this!~ She entered the dining room. "Sorry about that." she said looking a little embarrassed. |
| ruthia07-07-04, 11:04 AM | Ruthia smiles at Kulideb. "Well I'm glad you have returned. I was just telling Khaira that you guys should get some sleep. Tommorrow is plenty of time for everything. Speaking of which, tommorrow is End of Turn festivities here. We should be having some great dancing and singing under tommorrow nights full moon and I'd be honored if you all would join us." Ruthia tunrs away for a second as some one else enters the room carrying some papers. She speaks to them in a lower mummer, then turns to her guest with a sigh. "Well I must go. I am sorry to eat and run as they say, but with the festival tommorrow theres is much to do. I will see everyone tommorrow, please enjoy the rest of your meal and have a nice nights rest. It is the least I can do for the poeple who are helping my family out so much." Ruthia stands and leaves the room. |
| Lucky Leprechaun07-07-04, 01:28 PM | “Ye got it me boy! If thy wish is to be abnormally, and some would say freakishly tall once more. Tis all that I can do, to make yer dream come true. With laughable dance and jig with his violin. The two love struck adventures return to normal size. “Ya see me pretty Leetah you’re as tall and long legged as ever.” Blows a kiss at the blond cleric, then turns to Kheldar. So now O” grand leader of the wee people. Tells us whats next?” :cool: |
| Drindin07-07-04, 05:32 PM | Kel'Rea Kel slowly slides down the rope, and lands gently near Myranthor. "Come, my love. We should hurry. We cannot waste much time!" Rodney At the mention of the full moon, Rodney looks up at Kulideb. "Huh. Sounds like a all-you-can-eat buffet for Lycanthropes, dunnit?" |
| Kheldar Devaentar07-08-04, 05:19 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar smiled as the world around him shrunk drastically. . . It felt good to be his regular size again, no matter how freakish his leprechaun friend told him he looked! Come to think of it, He wasn't that much taller than Leetah, so why was he freakish and she so sexy with her long legs? "Lucky, you're a wicked sort of fellow, ya know that?" His leprechaun dance was amusing though. "Any way, what's next? . . I don't know." Kheldar looked up, towards the sky. Through the layers of branches and leaves above him, he could see day was quickly turning into night, and far, far away he could see smoke rising from he spot where they had fled from the gold dragon attack. "Why don't we set up camp here and get something to eat?" Kheldar sat down on the soft ground and took out a black pack. "We'll have to keep a look-out of course. Incase that dragon and it's rider come back looking for us, or something else comes to us during the night. . . Leetah, if you and Lucky do the first two hours I can do the rest of the night. . ." Kheldar started rummaging through the black pack. "Now then, lets see what Gene was going to have for supper tonight! . . . . . Huh? That's strange. . ." The rogue's faces was absolutely puzzled as he removed an orb with two sticks floating in it. A long one and a short one. They looked like, plain, ordinary sticks. "That's weird. . . Why would Gene be carrying this thing around? Lucky, Leetah. . . Can either one you detect magic? These might be wands trapped in here, but they sure don't look it. . ." Kheldar put the object aside, then continued to rummage through Gene's bag. "Ah ha! Some bread and some cheese! This is more like it!" The grateful rogue took out the neatly packaged food and set it out on the ground, next, he took out one of his daggers and eyed the blade with a frown. "Ah, not quite a serrated knife, but I suppose it ought to do." After some work, Kheldar made himself a cheese sandwich, then passed the dagger on to the next hungry person. Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah07-08-04, 11:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah sat quietly beside Kheldar, her innocent eyes intently fixed upon the small dagger clutched in the assassin's gloved hand. The Cleric went to grab the dagger but then stopped herself before her fingers made contact with its hilt. Leetah looked up at Kheldar. "How long have you had this dagger?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar07-09-04, 12:36 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar curiously looked down at the dagger in his hand. . . What difference did it make? . . Well he recognized it, so he must have had if for a while. "Four, maybe five years. . . Why?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah07-09-04, 01:37 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah let out a startled gasp and recoiled her hand form the blade as if it were a venomous serpent. The young priestess then turned away from the dagger and began to shake. She didn't dare touch it. "Ummm. . .No reason Mr Kheldar. I was just curious, that's all." Leetah wrapped her arms around herself to try and controll the shaking. Maybe if her lie hadn't made her tremble more it would have worked. "I'm actually not very hungry. . .I. . .I just ate before appearing here. I'll be fine. You two go on with out me." Leetah let out a nervous giggle then quickly leaned down and scooped up the strange orb Kheldar had dropped. "Here, I can detect magic! I'll just go over there by that tree and see if I can find out what this thing dose! I should have an answer for you by the time you wake up Mr Kheldar! You said you’d be out for about an hour or two, right? Well, that should be more then enough time for me to identify this!" Leetah quickly scurried away with the orb in her arms. She really wasn't sure if she'd be able to identify it, but she desperately needed an excuse to distance herself from the others, and leaving to identify the strange object seemed as good an alibi as any. As Leetah drew closer to the tree she had picked out, she let the orb tumble out of her arms and collapsed to the ground on her knees. She refused to let out any of her grief until after Kheldar went to sleep. There was no sense in ruining either the rouge's or the leprechaun’s meal. She only prayed that she hadn’t made too much of a scene during her departure. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun07-09-04, 11:27 AM | Lucky sat quietly as the lovely long legged, if somewhat an emotional wreck, Leetah walked away. He took a few bites of his food as he turned to Kheldar. “Ya know me mouthy friend. It must be hard on thee,, to be so repulsive to the ladies; and have all the women go running off sick from yer sight.” He laughed then continued. “Did yer brain not see how she pulled her hand from thee? As if it was snake! Yet don’t feel to bad, that Leetah doesnt want thee; for ye see, I think Leetah gets a bit nervous around me. The Luckies Leprechaun of all..For she be loving me!” :love: |
| Kheldar Devaentar07-10-04, 06:01 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar popped the last piece of his sandwich in his mouth and started bundling up the food. Once it was all in Gene's pack Kheldar laid down on the ground, and looked up at the stars. "In love with you Lucky?" Kheldar chuckled. "I didn't see her picking you up for emotional support. . . Any way, I don't think she ran away from me. She was acting fine until she saw this dagger." Kheldar pulled out the dagger and looked at it. It was hardly a thing to be scared of. Some of his more elaborate daggers were decorated with skulls or other images depicting death, but this dagger was a simple steel dagger with a dark brown handle. Hardly an item to get offended over. Kheldar shrugged and put it away. "I don't understand women. . ." Kheldar turned to see Leetah's silhouetted figure off in the distance. Somehow, he wasn't convinced she was studying that strange orb. "I don't understand them at all. . . I suppose I better get some sleep if I'm supposed to relieve you in two hours. Check on her if you want, but don't get distracted looking at her bosom! Your top priority is looking out for any danger!" Kheldar turned his body completely around to look away from Leetah. He half wished he had his cloak back from her, it was starting to get cold! * * * 3 Years Earlier. . . The night was getting cold, Kheldar was thankful for the heavy cloak he had on. Sneak into the town, kill the all the watchmen, sound the signal, sneak out of the town. Let no one who sees you live. Our clients want it all to look like their handy-work. If no one knows there was a third party involved we get double the pay. The Ravagers, a tight-knit group of deadly marauders, had gone to the Order of the Black Daggers for aid in a re-attempt to capture a small town. Apparently in their last raid, which was only a short three days ago, the town guard had spotted the savages coming towards them and retaliated so hard the Ravagers had to flee before even penetrating the walls! Understandably, the insult caused much fury among the Ravagers, hence the second attack. Kheldar looked out towards the plains and rolling hills. Even his keen sight that penetrated through the darkness saw no sign of the savages laying out there in wait. But they were out there, waiting for the signal, a small thunderstone they had given him. Turning his attention back to his work, Kheldar began the tedious task of studying his victim for the right place to strike. Always allow 18 seconds, that's what he had been taught. Learn how the victim moves, see what movements expose what vital spots, then strike when the moment is right! In this case, however, he felt like he was wasting his time. His current, and last victim for the night was an old man that father time had missed somehow. The old coot leaned on his halberd as he moved, relying on it as a crutch more than an actual weapon. Strangely, as ridiculous as he looked, there was an venerable air of pride around him. . . It wouldn't last long. And, Thee. . . Two. . . Onemmmm? Something was wrong, the old man didn't come back along the usual patrol route. Instead he moved further away from Kheldar. The stalking assassin rolled his eyes and took out a magnifying lens. So much for the old man going under him as planned. After a quick gesture, he placed the lens in his left eye socket. "Sniper's Eye." The old man clearly came back into focus. However, another watchman was with the old man now. He and the old man protested about something, in the end the younger fellow must have won as the old man left and the young fellow took his place. Kheldar stretched his neck and began his study on the replacement. . . He was coming closer. . . closer. . . closer. . . As soon as the guard was under him Kheldar silently swooped atop the young fellows shoulder's and raced his elaborate skull dagger across the man's throat. Controlling the corpse's fall by shifting his weight, Kheldar quietly hit ground with his feet, then eased the man's body down to the ground. Out came the mace. With skull dagger in one hand and mace in the other, Kheldar went to work on the dead man's body. . . It had to look like a Ravager did it after all. "Simon. . ." Kheldar stopped. . . It was an old voice that called out. "Simon. . . I think I would like it more if we both did the last hour of my watch together." Kheldar needed his dagger! The assassin desperately tugged on it. But no good, it had been violently wedged between Simon's ribs! Time to use a back-up! "Simon. . ?" Kheldar spun around to see the same old man he had seen before. Without a moment's hesitation he pulled a knife from his belt, and whipped it into the man's forehead! The old man stood their, looking into Kheldar's eyes with his own horror-filled, dead ones, then crashed against the ground. The noise didn't matter, that was the last watchman on duty! Mission complete! Well. . . almost. Kheldar took out the small stone he was given, and threw it up, in the air. With a quick flick of his wrist, he produced a light crossbow and fired a bolt straight at the airborne stone. The resulting sound was so deafening Kheldar's eyes instinctively slammed shut. He could feel the vibrations ripple out all around him. When his ears finally stopped ringing, he could hear the battle below. The attack had begun! Hordes of Ravagers spilled out into the streets! Their excited screams dwarfed by the horrified ones coming from the villagers. Some of the Ravagers were out in the streets, indiscriminately killing anyone they came into contact with, but most of them were piling into houses trying to take anything they might consider precious. Kheldar watched in disbelief. The savages were surprisingly efficient at what they did! The bigger, stronger ones of the group wore distinct blood tattoos across their bodies and faces. It was a mark of rank, Kheldar didn't entirely understand the system. Ravagers started piling out of the houses, oddly enough, most of them didn't come out with gold or valuables. Instead they were hauling away people, mostly women. Kheldar scratched his head and tried to listen as to why? Inside one of the houses he could hear the crying of a young girl. He wasn't the only one who noticed, two tattooed Ravagers quickly raced back inside. After only a few moments the pair came out laughing with delight! They each tightly held onto the limb of a distressed, blonde teenage girl. "Hey Kharn! Come take a look at what we found for your initiation!" It caught the attention of a muscular brute that had no tattoo's on him. He approached the young girl hefting a giant cudgel. "Well Kharn?! What d'ya think?" The girl started screaming in absolute terror, which made the muscled man laugh. "Too noisy!" He slammed his weapon against her skull, which immediately put a stop to the noise! All three of them started laughing. "Not so rough! The ceremony wont happen for at least another week!" Kheldar turned away and resumed his attention back on the old man. First he had to get his dagger out of the man's skull. A simple steel dagger with a dark brown handle. Once it was out, Kheldar picked up his mace and got back to work. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah07-10-04, 08:16 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "NOOO!!!" Leetah burst awake with a startled shriek! She could feel cold sweat slowly drizzle down along the contours of her face, neck, and back. Bad dreams were once again infesting the young healer's mind; forcing her to bear witness to terrible imagery she hadn't seen since shortly after she learned of Kheldar's involvement in the attack against her town. Tears accompanied sweat. Leetah squeezed her eye lids together as she silently let out a curse describing her love towards Kheldar's simple brown-handled dagger. She was positive that it had been the cause of her dreadful nightmare; the loathsome weapon had been in the assassin's possession during the attack! Leetah wondered how many lives the infernal weapon claimed on that dark day. Even one life was too many! Leetah buried her face in her hands. I know Mr Kheldar's come from a troubled past, and I know he feels terrible about all the things that he's done, but that doesn’t make the truth any easier to bear! Why oh why did the gods direct my heart towards a man I should scorn with every morsel of my being!? Why is it that I feel for him so? Leetah already knew the answer to that question, but it made less and less sense to her every time she analyzed it. Her affection had bloomed for Kheldar long before she learned about the assassin's heinous past. And once she did become aware of it, and became aware of how Kheldar dearly regretted everything he had done, her heart clamoured all the more for him! He was a man looking for redemption, in her eyes, and she wanted to act as a guide to ensure that he would find it! That goal became all the more personal and passionate to her once she learned that Kheldar played a part in the raid against her home town, assisting in the massacre and slaughtering of her neighbours and parents. That was the part that Leetah didn’t understand. . .Maybe the gods were more cruel than her lecturers had let her on to believe. . . Leetah continued to weep into her palms. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| kulideb07-10-04, 08:49 AM | The elf nodded at Ruthia then smiled almost hungrily at Rodney. "Should be a good night." she said with a smile, she gave a yawn. "I'm going to turn in for the night...do the doors have locks by the way?" she added as she was about to leave. |
| Duilya07-10-04, 09:35 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Savael> What are they? Duilya looked up at Savael with her big purple eyes. Her short black cape flapped behind her as the two of them delved ever deeper into the cave. Savael> They're my SHADOW BUDDIES! And my MOST BESTEST friends in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD! The girl suddenly performed a cartwheel and then hoped gingerly for the next couple of steps. Thinking of her shadowy campaigns obviously filled her with energy. Savael> They're really really neat once you get to know them, and they're fantastic to hug! They fill your body with a funny tickling sensation each time you touch them! It's really keen! Duilya wrapped her arms around herself and twirled in a circle. She seemed to be having a good time. Savael> And once you open up to them, they show all kinds of neat tricks! Like this! Duilya snapped her fingers and suddenly the shadows along the cavern walls begin to meld into silhouetted forms of men and women taken directly from a child's sketchpad. The gay looking characters then offered the two travelers a deep and courteous bow and immediately broke out into a festive dance. All of them appeared to be having the time of their life! The scene appeared as freakishly bizarre as it did innocently charming. Duilya smiled at her masterpiece and tilted her head towards Savael, wondering if he approved of it. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun07-10-04, 11:45 PM | "O' ye thinks its the knife do ye kheldar? Well tis good yer thinking that. For whatever helps ya sleep better tonight. I tells ye this, I be making me move on Leetah and its not her breast that I be looking at. Its her legs" He shrugs. "Its just easyer to see down here" With that he hops off to smooch with Leetah. As he comes closer she screams and jumps up. Bableling something about that evil Kheldar. "Tis just me prety one. Lucky, the only man who truly loves thee. Or is it lust? O' wells tis good we have the night, to look at the stars. Here is me hanky, blow yer runny nose me sweet one." He holds up an onion. "Would ya like a bite, for ye didnt eat much, and dont worry about Kheldar. I wont let that sick lustful killer, touch a hair on yer lovely head." He hops on Leetah shoulder and takes a bite o the onion and offers her the rest |
| Leetah07-11-04, 04:42 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah lifts her head from her hands and stares at the little man perched on her shoulder. In one hand he carried a handkerchief and in the other he held an onion with a tiny blemish on it. Leetah took the handkerchief. ". . .Thank you Mr Lucky. . ." The healer dabbed her eyes with it and blew her nose. She then held out the soggy handkerchief and stared at it perplexedly, not quite sure what to do with it. "Ummm. . .I can wash this for you if you'd like sir. . .I don't imagine you want it back like this." Leetah set the handkerchief aside and reached for Lucky's onion. But rather then eat the bulbous vegetable, the girl just stared at it while rotating it with her fingertips. She was fidgeting with the little leprechaun's meal. Leetah let out an uneasy sigh. "You don't honestly believe that Mr Kheldar's the monster you make him out to be. . .Do you? I mean. . .He's not all bad. . .is he?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Savael07-11-04, 07:07 AM | Savael> They're my SHADOW BUDDIES! And my MOST BESTEST friends in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD! After making this profoundly innocent statement Duilya apparently became filled with joyful energy, causing her to skip, jump hop and hug herself, much to Savaels amusement. What a strange little girl she was... strange, and at the same time more intricate than he had previously imagined. What a wonderful find she was! An elf had arrived, practically fallen into his lap – and normally this would not be a reason for celebrations – But this was not the case with this one! She had yet to be put above the norm by human standards. This one had not yet known any of the lavish praise or gifts most of her kind were given by humans who fawned and fumbled at the sight of an elf simply because of something as preposterous as their ears! He had not even been warranted a second glance by anyone, and received much less than praise from most humans who had passed his way... much more a kick to the backside more like. But those things were forgotten now, and Savael found himself unable to do little more than smile broadly in concert with Duilya, as the pink-haired little wonder continued with her tales. Savael> And once you open up to them, they show all kinds of neat tricks! Like this! The child snapped her fingers, and out of the shadows around them a multitude of people suddenly swarmed towards them! People who danced with one another, halting only for a moment to bow deeply to the joyful child and the dumb-struck merchant. Savael simply gaped... “Mmmaaahh...” This was incredible! Whatever talents the gods had seen fit to bless this child with, Savael had never foreseen anything like this! Ultimately, as the shadowy figures twirled and danced before them, he found something resembling his voice... “Duilya... this... this is...” For a moment the merchant returned Duilyas curious gaze, a wide grin spreading across his face “I like it!" Savael nearly skipped a few more paces into the cave as he, his mouth half open, admired the pink-haired childs handiwork. "This is amazing" he said at last "this is truly amazing" OOC: I feel I must appolegise to anyone who might come to find Savaels view on human / elven relations to be a bit... strange. My characters oppinions are not my own however, and even though Savael might be a bit bitter, this is by no means a view I share with him. Sorry for any inconveniences, Hans. |
| Khaira07-12-04, 12:20 AM | :bump: Khaira bows to Ruthia, before grabbing one more bread roll. "A good night to thee, my dear Ruthia. May the morning bring pleasure, laughter, and sweet luck to us all." Khaira then made her way to her room, where she unstrapped all of her weapons and what little magical intricacies she had, and set them all on a nearby table. She splashed some water into her face; that lion blood was awfully hard to get off! Finally she gave up, and offering a quick prayer for good luck on the 'morrow to Tymora and a prayer of thanks for assistance thus far to Corellon, she retired to the bed... |
| Myranthor07-12-04, 09:05 PM | Once. Again. She did it. Once again her gorgeous, humid lips articulated the cursed, the horrible word, the death sentence she held firmly clenched ariund my simultaneously relieved and bleeding heart, the joyous, but confused, child madly beating within my frail chest, somersaulting at each utterance of this puny ridiculous, simple word, the drastic evocation of conjugal attachment, of unbridled altruism, all faithful serfs of the Praised Kingdom or irrationality, emotions or unthought penchants, impulses uncontrolled and desires forbidden. For the first time upon my long life I wasn,t particularly thrilled of my elvish heritage, of its endless romantics counts of ages past, of its epic battles led for the sweet glimpse of a loved one's side, of the idolatry most elves vowed for the natural penchants of the hearts, Hanali's enchanted protected son, complete antithesis for the rational, disciplined training most of our powerful wizard had to endures, decade after decade, risking their brethren survivance, would they loosen their focus, their attentoin, if only they could scarcely share the subtle delights of losing one's concentration, one's counsciousness to fully let their savages, untamed impuslses guide their violent passions to a magnificent, delicious sublimation. Lost in the middle of a dangerous, lethal maze, kept in check by countless enemies, whose blurry identities couldn,t yet be uncovered, I had no choice but to spit on my unequaled kind's love of tremendous displays of hedonism, keeping repressed the swirling chaos, the tornados cricling throughout my head, rampaging between my ears, destroying the few hallmarks I had left, still barely keeping me from falling into a defensive state of catalepsy, a comatose slumber in which naught could disturb me, my mind untouched by the various stimuli reigning over my pysical environnment. "...amazing." Percev's voice, as well as Chan's sudden movement, turning around to meet the merchant's distant voice, drawn me out of my meditation, pulled me from the waters I drowned myself in. Swiftly, both the purplish and the golden elf darted forward, the former more hastily than the latter, running after their companion's voice as would run a child, lost in the dark, desperately seeing a faint latern disappear at the horizon. |
| kulideb07-14-04, 03:30 PM | Kulideb made her way to her bed room. She sat down on the bed her fingers digging into the cover. Beging a Lycanthrope might be fun...she could howl at the moon, run through the forest...tear out the throats of any one she came across, the elf gave a sad sigh and curled up on the bed. Her eyes fluttered closed and sleep over came her, something that didnt normally happen to healthy elves. Her breath came in sort gasps, her hands curled tight. ~Her breath hung like a mist before her, the forest felt alive, she could hear the mice scurrying away, the soft whisper of an owl in flight. A movment caught her eye, a rabbit dashing off, the silver moon light catching on its powder puff of a tail. With out thinking she set off after it, her heart bearing fast as she closed in. She could almost taste its fear in the back of her throat, salivating as she did so. She took a leap and caught the creature by the throat, holding on tight, her jaws crushing its small neck, sharp teeth puncturing its soft skin. Warm blood dripped from the wound into her mouth an over whelming feeling of hunger took her over. She bite down and yelped...~ Her eyes flew open, the elf sat up straight, her hand going to her mouth she pulled it away and looked at the red smear, she had bitten her tounge. She wrapped her arms round her knees hugging them to her chest and began to whimper. |
| Drindin07-14-04, 06:54 PM | ((Whoops)) |
| Drindin07-14-04, 06:55 PM | Kel'Rea Swiftly keeping up with Myranthor, Kel hurrys to the voice of Percev. A grayish figure plays across a poorly lit background of black... but a single light in the dark room. Kel suddenly stops. The figure moves closer, revealing his barely human figure, the large pulsating brain protruding from his skull. She falls to her knees. "Your mother... She IS your mother..." The horrific, vacant eyed, constantly grinning figure murmurs. "No... NO!" Kel Screams. ((If it's not obvious... the Italics are in her mind.)) |
| Myranthor07-15-04, 05:37 PM | Standing still I distantly observed the half-dragon crying at my feet, my heart bleeding, suffering for the woman's troubles as much as my impassible visage didn,t, couldn't show what I felt, couldn,t elt any sign of my strong, potentially destructive inner turmoil. "Chan, leave, run, get to Percev and Duilya." o O ( As much as their respective stories, their backgrounds are clouded in dark mysteries, I have no other choice than to rely on them, for we elves seem to be the only sane of our little trio. And, again, I wonder how much time my own elative sanity will outlast the long agony currently strangling it to its last breath.) After the feline's hasty departure, the fatigued wizard knelt down against Kel's back, his left arm wrapped around her body, his right hand swimming, playful, through the sorceress' hair, a sweet caress he hoped would calm the lady. "Please be comfortable. I'll cast a spell on you, to ease your mind. Accept it within you, and everything will go fine. I'll dismiss it when you'll wish, if your considerable powers won't banish its influence themselves." And I incanted. |
| Duilya07-15-04, 09:19 PM | As Chan hastily makes his way down the narrowing cavern, he is met with one of Duilya's peculiar shadow buddies. The translucent creature's golden eyes meet with the purple feline's as it becons him onward. * * * http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Savael> Amazing? You really think so! Duilya blushes as she prances around admiring her handy work. She then looks over to Savael. The man's words towards her creation had been so kind; looking at his face made her cheeks burn! Savael> Thanks Mr Percev! Your nice! You get another hug! Duilya dances towards Savael's side puts her arms around the man's waist. She then abrupty vanishes into thin air only to re-apear sitting ontop of the merchant's shoulders, arms now wrapped lovingly around his forehead. Savael> Promise me your going to help us find Miss Elvina. Okay? Or is that too dangerous of a promise for a merchant such as yourself to keep? Duilya leans over Savael 's head and looks down at the man eye to eye, her sea of pink hair blocking his view. Savael> Say? What's a merchant doing down here anyway? Did’ya get lost traveling from town to town? Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor07-16-04, 08:45 AM | An intense shiver traveled down Chan's spine, a freesing blizzard clawing at his petrified heart, when he suddenly, unexpectedly met the undead creature around a traitorous corner. Seeing it wished no harm, recognizing in it one of the protective friends Duilya surrounded herself with, the lynk sniffed, trying to pick up the merchant and the little elf's scents, and, regardless of his succes, continued his way with a dazzling precipitation. |
| Lucky Leprechaun07-16-04, 03:29 PM | Leetah "You don't honestly believe that Mr Kheldar's the monster you make him out to be. . .Do you? I mean. . .He's not all bad. . .is he?" Lucky leans closer to Leetah kisses her on the cheek. “I not be telling thee how to see Kheldar. Ye must be honest with thy self, for thow cant believe he is a murderer for higher Tis what love does’eth to a woman. She thinks he will change for her.” With that he hops off of Leetah, and sat down in front of her. “No, I be taking me hanky back. I will keep it forever in memory of thee.” He holds out his hand for the soiled hanky |
| Savael07-16-04, 08:35 PM | Percevs face took on a somewhat uncomfortable look as Duilya asked her questions, but whether these signs of distress came from the fact that he suddenly had a pink-haired shadow-dancer seated upon his shoulders or not was a subject of debate. “Eeh... how, exactly, did you...?” words failed the merchant as he gestured vaguely with his hands in search of the right words. They did not come. He sighed. “Uh... as much as I’d love to see the lovely lade Elvina restored to your side I’m not sure if I’d be of to much use to you...” He swallowed a lump in his throat, the memory of the recent abduction of the quiet, secretive elven female by a mysterious stranger cloaked in black was still fresh in his mind. “What’s a merchant doing down here, you say?” Percev scratched his chin for a moment as he echoed Duilyas words to himself “well, eh... first of all I guess I might come forward and admit that I haven’t been completely honest with you so far” He tried to twist his head for a moment, but soon found the task impossible and settled with the prospect having Duilya on his shoulders for the time being. “I’m not a merchant, really” Perev continued at last “I’m rather a sort of... ex-merchant... actually, I wandered off into that light-house for a place to shelter against the rain when suddenly...” Percev sighed “...I ended up here, simple as that” |
| Drindin07-17-04, 03:29 AM | Kel re-gains control of herself, and struggles to her feet. "I'll... I'll be fine. Just... old memories that are better left forgotten. Now come, let's not let them get to far ahead of us." Kel stumbles on ward, then begins at a slow jogging pace. |
| Leetah07-17-04, 05:18 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Lucky leans in closer to Leetah and kisses her on the cheek. The young priestess's eyes immediately grow more attentive as she stares down at Lucky with a dumbstruck look on her face. Leetah's cheeks softly pinken. “I not be telling thee how to see Kheldar. . ." Leetah lowers her gaze to the ground, feeling let down. That wasn't what she wanted hear. ". . .Ye must be honest with thy self, for thou can't believe he is a murderer for hire. Tis what love does’eth to a woman. She thinks he will change for her." Leetah remained silent for a long time. Her face still spoke of disappointment, but her eyes told a different story. Steadily they wavered, increasing in uncertainty, building in disarray, until finally she closed them and tears squeezed out. The young cleric raised a hand to her brow and started slowly shaking her head. She hadn't wanted to hear that either, but no longer was Lucky a disappointment to her. Leetah bit her lip. Lucky hopped off her shoulder. “Now, I be taking me hanky back. I will keep it forever in memory of thee.” Leetah quickly nodded her head and handed Lucky back his handkerchief. She then spoke something softly in a voice almost too pathetic to understand. "Thank you." Leetah raised her head and tilted it towards Kheldar. The rogue looked so handsome resting in the moonlight, almost like an angel because of the soft radiance that reflected from his pale skin. Leetah made her way towards him and carefully set herself beside his head, staring deeply into his closed eyes. It was often said that a person's eyes were the windows into their soul; the two orifices which spoke loudest of an individual's behavior. Leetah wished she could stare into those two passages at that moment, but didn't dare awaken Kheldar. Perhaps it was because she didn't want to interrupt the assassin of his sleep. Or maybe it was because she feared what she'd see if they opened. Regardless of the reason, Leetah felt perfectly content gazing into the face of the man she hoped to better understand one day. Leetah ran her fingers gently through his hair. "You're such an enigma to me Mr Kheldar. There's so much I want to know about you. But the one thing I wish I knew, more than anything else in the world, is if you share any of the feelings towards me that I share towards you." Leetah kissed her middle and index finger and softly pressed them against Kheldar's lips. She then slowly unwrapped the cloak around her shoulders and gently laid it on top of the assassin's body. Standing back up, and giving one last good look at the most gorgeous being she had ever laid eyes on, Leetah turned around and slowly made her way back towards her tree, picking up the strange orb that Kheldar had handed her once she returned. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Luika07-17-04, 09:41 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif copyright Gordon Quigley The excruciating sun had since a long time amorced his neautiful descent accross the fistant horizon, its red reflects, blurry colors leaving me cold, his next, delicious disappearance exciting me, plnging me in a delectable tension as we neared the fatal, crucial moment in which I would put my plan to fruitition. Swooping over their innocent, naive heads, I carefully studied their respective positions, watching over each of them as would a protective, territorial cat mother upon her kittens, inscribing within my acute mind their own stands, the better way to attack, to reach within the improvised, puny clan. Soon, very soon, a numbing cloud would have fallen upon Leetah's forever scarred mind, healing the fragile trust she once felt towards my bizarre wisdom, my unexplainable manners. Slowly, the reptilian creature swooped down, its large wings acting as a large parachute against the still air, to carry me far away from the camp, farther then the eye could reach in these foggy conditions, on the side of the camp the blonde priestess protected, filled, not with alertness or anxiety, but a paralyzing nostalgy, an ironical sorrow. OOC: * I'd like to have the dimensions of the camp, and the distance separating each of your characters, por favore. Thank you very much. |
| Myranthor07-17-04, 10:15 PM | "Stay calm, please. They shouldn't leave too far. Hopefully, the cat will reach their side soon enough, and, if it remembers it can not properly communicate with a shape stripped of vocal cords, will promptly morph back to his more glorious self, commanding our allies to patiently wait for their abandoned comrades' arrival. I beg you not to tire yourself anymore than this, Kel, for your own health and safety. In fact, I promise you, both of us, after all of this nonsense, will take a well deserve pause, offer ourselves a retreat away from the endless torments gathered over this Material, leaving for more blessed horizons, to calm ourselves and finally, at peace from worldly matters, enjoy each other's company. " I calmly made my way forward, unwilling to compete with her own, faster pace, hoping she would resign, walk alongside me without forcing her own dismantled spirit or fatigued body. |
| ruthia07-17-04, 10:44 PM | PERN That night, shortly after the begining of Leetah's watch, storm clouds settle over the area. No rain begins, but the moons of Pern are no longer visable. Darkness settles over the Jungles and wood areas of Pern. |
| Lucky Leprechaun07-19-04, 07:45 PM | Just before the dark clouds blew in. Lucky watched Leetah cress Kheldar an sighed. Alas tis a shame, for this romantic moment go to waste without music. With that he took out a violin and began to play a soft melody from the green isles. Lucky felt the wind pick up as he played even a few drops began to fall. Yet he played on for the long legged Leetah, and her decadent lover Kheldar . |
| Luika07-19-04, 08:09 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon Quigley Alone, Wirenth having being charged, temporarily, to silently scout the nearby trails, using her fantastic, innate abilities to perfectly fulfill this trivial task, I examined the small clearing we had landed in, a peaceful garden, completely ignorant of the future dramatic events that would soon unfold. My piercing gaze, enchanted by my faultless devotion to the Lady of Loss, penetrated the thick darkness, reached several plants, innocent, probably colorful flowers, a virgin field of greenery, unspoiled by a ravaging touch of decay, a powerful source of demoniac intervention. It was time to change that fact. Secure, confident in Wirenth's ability to chase from the vicinity any worthless mortal, any possible troublesome intruder, I humbly sat on the ground, my back standing straight, my black hair cascading like a poisonous, deadly river over my pale skin, as I ceremoniously lifted the emblematic chakram from my belt, holding it above my head, gazing to the dark sky through this cyclopean eye. Methodically, reciting prayers of old, rituals forever used, dating back from the time only one half of my ascendants were civilized, I incanted, my voice gradually, almost naturally praising, chanting, more than saying, the unholy scriptures. Faintly, a whisper lost in the wind, my voice called forward, pleaded the Dark Goddess in the first hours of the night, valiantly reaching for her bitter ears, asking for an help duly needed, accepting a difficult, exhausting, rewarding pact with one of her most devious, her subtlest follower. "O adored, o ruthless Lady of the Night, Cast your dark, comely veil on my painful blight, Call to my side, grant me support, unexpected aid, Kanzeil, the holy priest, of fire, blood and darkness made." Before my eyes, in the middle of the forsaken clearing, a small geysers of dark fumes erupted, climbing, reaching from the unhallowed grounds to cover, to hide from any sight a sudden, new arrival, the coming of Leetah's terrible, unforgiving, painstaking doom. |
| Kanzeil07-22-04, 05:24 AM | Morbid laughter trespasses into the quite night as darkness continues to entwine itself around the area encircling Luika, creating a dark miasma of foreboding doom and discomfort. From within the very heart of this cascading twilight, the silhouette of a flawlessly fashioned human appears, his arms comfortably folded around one another and his head arrogantly tilted upward. Two crimson slits slowly revealed themselves from where eyes would normally be present, giving off a powerful radiance of unsavoury lust and inhuman desire. Kanzeil quickly surveyed the surrounding shadows before shifting his gaze down at Luika, his face suddenly split apart by the unsettling addition of a fiendish grin. http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtruekanzeil.gif "Where is she?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Luika07-22-04, 11:33 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon Quigley A frightening laughter, exhaled from the obscuring fumes, evanescent as the purplish vapours that gradually vanished, too short-lived to ever reach the protective mantle of Shar's cloaking veil, dramatically announced the vain incubi's summoning, chilling the whole, cursed glade, tainting with a corruptive essence, a stained blight the once fresh verdure. Relishing the delicious thought that, soon, my numerous sins, by their unsuspecting victim, would be altruistically absolved, definitely erased, I stood up, eyeing the disguised, concealed demon, the arrogant outsider that, haughtily, pictured his powerful kind as innately superior, greater than the "puny mortals" he passionately tricked, these same mortals who ruled over him, of whom his recent, catastrophic error made him painfully terrorized of. Nevertheless, the fiend's tremendous powers, his terrifying, dreadful abilities inspired me a wise caution, and my Mistress' goals, the devious plans she wished me to accomplish, for the time being, necessitated the false Pelorite's support, forbidding me to enter, spontaneously, any fits of cold, detached rage, blurting out successions, cascades, acidic waterfalls of corrosive insults, attacking the demon’s wrong beliefs like I often did with Kheldar's foolish ones. "Where is she?" "Not so far from here, in a little camp her, the witless Kheldar and a bizarre, tiny humanoid, probably some kind of sprite, built. The fallen assassin is now sleeping. However, before you leave for their side, playing your despicable role, our crucial mission suffers that we complete another, more delicate task before you recuperate your naive protégée." |
| Wirenth07-22-04, 04:59 PM | Silently stalking the trails around the camp. Wirenth awaits till she is needed again, awaiting her masters call. |
| Duilya07-22-04, 06:49 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya tried her best to hold in her sniffle, but sure enough it came out. The young elf's eyes then gradually moistened with sorrow. Savael> Oh! Mr Percev! Duilya clung to the man even tighter, possibly suffocating the poor fellow. Savael> That's the saddest story I've ever heard! It must have been hard on you! But don't worry sir! Duilya released her hold over the man's face and neck, if only just slightly. Savael> I'll protect you! I'll make sure no harm comes to your innocent presence! You have nothing to fear! The elven girl sat up on Savael's shoulders triumphantly, her pink hair waving back like a glorious battle standard. Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar07-22-04, 07:38 PM | "OK! Stop the show!" Everything holds still and Kheldar groggily picks himself off the ground with a giant yawn. "Awwww. . . I was having a good dream too! . . Sheesh, now which one of you peoples out there was asking for a map of our camp site. . ?" Kheldar sheepishly looks around and spots Luika hiding somewhere as he schemes some nefariously evil plot! "Oh yeah, the guy who constantly takes cheap shots at me all the time. . . Ok lets see. . ." http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/sleepykheldar.jpg Kheldar rubs at one of his eyes. "Ok, here it is. . . each square is approximately 5 feet. . . Now I'm going back to sleep! . . Have fun everyone." |
| Wirenth07-22-04, 08:40 PM | ((Aww how cute! Can I eat the bunny??:smirk: )) |
| Myranthor07-23-04, 07:57 AM | Way ahead of the running cat, his piercing pupils tearing the tunnel's omnipresent obscurity, some unknown creature had appeared, taller than the average huan, a wild, floating mass of pink slaping against its side. The scent helping, the fresh trail Chan followed, however, claimed this strange abomination as the two humanoids he was after, convincing him that the aberration was harmless, making him turn back to his elvish self. "Hrrm Hrrm", he said, calling for the strange pair's attention. "I guess If ound you, finally. Could we take a little pause, and wait for our sylvan companions to reach us, or maybe send them one of Duilya's shadow to show them the way? Many puzzling forks pave the way to you, and only your fresh trail let me reach you swiftly. Our lovebirds don't, I think, enjoy such an ability." |
| ruthia07-25-04, 11:49 AM | As Chan catches Duilya and Percev the caves rumble around them. Lightly, just enought to rock them back and forth. Taking action Percev decides that maybe they should all head to where Myranthor is. Pushing Duilya ahead of him he motions to Chan to lead the way. They get a slight ways away from where chan had found them when Percev relizes he had forgotten his pack. He turns back to get it, not telling the others that he had. Chan and Duilya do not relize he is gone till they get to the spot where Duilya's shadows had meet Chan. Just as Duilya says they must go back for the nice man there is a huge cracking noise and the tunnel around them fills with dust. Coughing and hacking they go back, only to find the tunnel blocked and Percev lost. ((OOC: Sorry about pushing characters around, but Savael PM'd me saying he couldn't do this anymore. He didn't say why, and I thought it to rude to ask. So sorry everyone:( )) |
| Drindin07-25-04, 01:55 PM | Kel blinks, and watches the falling rocks. "Hmm... peculiar." She says softly, almost contemplative. "Isn't it odd that a group of rocks would fall, seperating us from a fellow member? Perhaps, the gods are against us, or perhaps they are only against him. Either way, as much as I would love to investigate the cause of this, I think we must move on..." |
| Khaira08-02-04, 02:28 AM | In the morning, Khaira rose to the sound of birds chirping, and have the pleasant feeling of being completely rejuvenated. How long had it been since she had slept in an actual bed? She rose and stretched, feeling very comfortable in this small room...her lithe, thin body moved easily around the room as she briefly washed her face and donned her clothes. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a brief wave of guilt strike her as a gentle reminder of what she was doing here. "Gods above...I must be getting soft! Relaxing in this nice, clean bed, while the others, no doubt, are running around, looking for Malendor, no doubt sleeping on top of worm-infested bug-ridden holes...I shouldn't have slept so long, I should've been looking for more clues. Who knows how far away the others have gone?" Khaira sank back into the bed, sitting, looking almost forlorn. How long had she been adventuring now? Too long to count, she knew. Her bones were getting weary, and though she hated to admit it, she felt the old shadows of death slowly begin to creep into her bones. Some day, some day too soon, she feared, her body would be no more, and her soul would soar into the reaching heavens to face judgement. How would her brief actions on this plane be judged? Suddenly, she felt very... "...old. I'm getting too old for this...how will I look, in a couple hundred years, sitting in a rocking chair, my comely face wrinkled beyond recognition. Surely not many fans will want to come hear me then!" She chuckled at that thought, for she remembered not so long ago, when she had perceived her own mentor pass away. After a short time ... only a couple weeks ... that mentor was seemingly forgotten to all, only a memory of the past, a reminscience of better times. Would that be her fate? "Curse this mortal coil, and curse the slippery coil of death, that threatens to consume all of us...I cannot hope to sail to a distant land anymore. I have long since given up my elven immortality, my heritage. Though I retain my abilities inherent to my very race, I shall not live as long as my ancestors. Shall my fate be to quickly die, at the end of some soldier's sword or some monster's claw? Or will my death be a slow, torturous death, the coiling serpent of death stealing my strength and my speed and my wits, until one day I no longer breath?" She took a deep breath. There was no use dwelling on the future, however; it would only prove to be her demise. For now, for the present, she must hunt for the kidnappers of Malendor, her previous goodly student. She must look for clues to bring him back. Whether her death was served by a long, torturous way of aging, or by the plunging of a sword, she cared not, as long as her last days were filled with joy... "It's time to get to work now; I wonder if anyone else is up?" Standing once again, seemingly renewed, and somewhat hurried, she straps on her weapons, and, as a second thought, grabs her harp, strapping it, too, to her back as she strolls out the door, in search of someone who would know what was going on this day. |
| kulideb08-02-04, 03:15 AM | The sound of birds chirping and the soft sounds of footsteps bought the elf from her deep reverie. Her body felt stiff as she stood and stretched. She paused her head tilted to one side, had her hearing improved? she wondered as she listened to the sound of distant footfalls. She splashed some water on her face, ran her fingers through her hair then pulled open her door and set off down the hall. |
| Drindin08-02-04, 01:43 PM | Rodney stumbled out of his bed, and went into his bathing room, hoping to look at himself in his mirror. Grumbling, as his forehead was all that he could see, he went over to a bookshelf and grabbed some books, stacking them under the sink. Now able to see his mortifying face in the mirror, thanks to the fact his hair made his head look approximatley twice as big as it actually is, Rodney washed his face, and combed his hair, returning it to it's regular gnomish size. Pleased with this, he slid down again, and struggled his way into his "Chain Mail of Heironeous" as he called it. (in truth, it was just regular chain mail) and hefted his "Mighty Evil-Slaying Glub of Heironeous" (Which, ironically enough, is a knotted tree branch just big enough for him to wield comfortably that he found just outside of Agudo's school, prior to Drindin's leaving of it, near the area where drindin found the dear corpse to animate). So with his chainmail and club, he wandered out of the little room, and back into the hallway, quickling stumbling over to Kulideb's side. |
| ruthia08-03-04, 09:51 AM | ((Ok Well it's day time on Pern now, which means it's daytime for EVERYONE on Pern. But since Luika and friends haven't finished posting their evil plot yet, just remeber that they are still "At night" cause I know what is going to happen there has to happen "Last Night".)) Ruthia's home is a bustle of activity today. People seem to have arrived from no where, filling the empty grass fields around them with tents and vendor, all seeming to have sprouted over night. On her way through the halls KHAIRA passes a room full of singing children beinging lead by a man wearing a blue shirt and playing a pipe. Next to him a solem little youngster plays a drum, holding a steady beat as the others sing. Their voices are all entusastic, even if some of them seem to be off key. The next room she passes is the dining hall, thought today there are no tables or chairs in it, KHAIRA has to step backwards a bit a few men move the last table out of the room under the stern eye of an older lady. Coming down the same hallway KHAIRA will spy KULIDEB and RODNEY as they too have to flatten against the wall for the table to come through. As they all contuinue down the hall they come to the main doors. Stepping out into the bright sun an amazing transformation has taken place. Where an empty court yard with a small garden was last night there is now a space full of tables and chairs, a raised platform which seem to be set up for musicans, and in front of that a huge empty square that seems just perfect for dancing. Small firelizard dart everywhere, preforming dazzling displays in the air, just as a white dragon appears from behind the home. She walks calmly around to Khaira, Kulideb, and Rodney. Looking directly at them, her eyes swirling a mix of blues and greens Ruthia sends into their minds o O(Are you ready friends? The day is young yet and the weather is perfect for flying, prehaps we will find your missing party members today?) |
| Khaira08-04-04, 11:56 PM | "Yikes!" Khaira felt flatter than a pancake as she nearly gets flattened by a table; once again, her reflexes saved her! She nods to Kulideb and Rodney as she waits for table to safely pass by before continue to wander aimlessly around the tower...somehow, by some strock of luck by fate, she finally found her way into the courtyard. What an amazing spectacle awaited her! The sunlit terrace cast a divinely pleasant warmth on her back, as she looked around at all of the changes. It looked as though some great being had magicked up a great fesitval while they had slept! Still, she could not push out of her mind the real reason that she, and the others, too, were here. While she was enjoying this spectacle before her emerald green orbs, Malendor may well be freezing in some clammy dungeon, thousands of miles away from the sun. This was, of course, not to mention the loss of Gene, their little group's leader. As the new leader of the group, she would feel like it were her fault if they couldn't find Gene...and even more so, if they couldn't find Malendor.Still, her eyes strayed greedily to the elevated stand that was obviously for talented musicians - how she wished she could dazzle an audience with her "silver-lined tongue", as others had called her. She wasn't very surprised when Ruthia sneaked up on the trio; she was starting to get used to Ruthia somehow being able to completely, soundlessly sneaking up on them, despite her being the size of a castle! "Let me say Ruthia, that your hospitality was most kindly receieved. I cannot recall the last time that I had a fitful night's sleep in a bed that was not made of dirt! Yet, we cannot let the real reason be drowned in the joys of the day; who knows where Gene is, and if he is, someone, away from the land of the living, he deserves a proper burial. As soon as we can, after finding Gene, I'd like to be on the road again, in search of Malendor. The idea doesn't sit right with my conscience knowing that we are enjoying the luxuries of your home and hospitality while he is, no doubt, suffering at the hands of some violent, deranged villain." |
| Kanzeil08-05-04, 03:39 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtruekanzeil.gif Kanzeil let out a rude grunt; his silhouetted stance of towering arrogance ceased to falter. "And what delicate task would that be, you Half-Bred? I don't need a meager little mutt such as you wasting my time. We've got the girl in our sights. Why not just kill her friends, drag her back to the chapel, and be done with it? All memories she’d poses from the evening could easily be torn from her head. . ." The demon’s eyes flickered with amusement at the thought of killing Lucky and Kheldar. He’d ensure that both their deaths would be unbearably slow, and that Leetah would have front row seats for the spectacular event. Listening to the girl’s screams of sorrow would prove much more satisfying then the normal tears she often shed while in his presence. Leetah cried more than any other girl Kanzeil had ever met! . . .And Kanzeil had met a lot of girls. . . ". . .Once she’s back at the chapel, it would just be a simple matter of resuming the project from where it left off. I don’t see what other tasks there are to perform, Mixed Blood. So please, enlighten me." Kanzeil leered down at Luika, expecting the Half-Elf to provide him with an expedient reply. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin08-05-04, 12:41 PM | When Ruthia snuck up behind Rodney, Kulideb, and Kharia, Rodney nearly hit the sun, he'd jumped so high! "YAHAH! DRAGON!" He hollered, just about beaning a passing servant with his flailing club. "Why'd you go an' do that, big dragon-lady! That ain't be very unkind of you, sneakin' up on a poor, if ridiculously handsome and extra-ordinairily brave, gnome like m' self!" With that, Rodney fell promplty on his back after much deliberation leading to his faint.; |
| kulideb08-09-04, 11:12 AM | The elf reached out a hand to stop the little gnome causing any harm. "Take a deep breath Rodney..in through your nose...then out through your mouth...see much better." Exept the 'handsome, brave' gnome still smelt like food to the elf, she had to fight the urge to lick her fingers after holding him...what did gnome taste like she wondered as she smiled at him ...sweetly. |
| Luika08-09-04, 05:27 PM | "And what delicate task would that be, you Half-Bred? I don't need a meager little mutt such as you wasting my time. We've got the girl in our sights. Why not just kill her friends, drag her back to the chapel, and be done with it? All memories she’d poses from the evening could easily be torn from her head. . ." o O ( Why can’t you stay, for long, focused, savage demon? Why is your desiccated heart pulsating with a never ending, glutton thirst for an unbearable suffering, emptied of the slightest meaning? The horrid beast could be reading my very thoughts, by now. It would be more cautious to slowly leave its immediate proximity.) As the ruthless incubi’s eyes glistened, dark eclipses tearing the otherwise absolute handsomeness of his mimicked human features, I slowly took distances from my fiendish rival, traveling to a nearby log upon which I sat, hoping the cruel, ecstatic priest wouldn’t notice the real motivation concealed behind my legs’ sudden laxity. “What a despicable, messy way of dealing with the promising challenges laying in front of us, unsuspectingly awaiting to be cleanly, professionally resolved! Aren’t you, of all, supposed to be a worthy master of disguise, an intricate weaver of painful deceptions, and not a mere goon, relishing the strong fragrance of fresh blood covering your body? May the unstable minds of demons be seen as weak, for their unpredictable impulses are even more bothersome than the most zealous of paladins! Maybe, next time, I’ll prefer to call Mazenda by my side: at least, she knows how to keep her devilish head rational, and her manners are much more pleasing than yours. Now, calm down a bit, and greatly open your ears, as well as your overly closed horizons. There are three important, if not crucial, reasons behind the means we shall use to bring our blonde friend back to your fake chapel. The first one is purely esthetical, and its core motives deeply are rooted within the most basic rules of subterfuge. We shouldn’t leave too much hints of our passage, the wooden tracks scribed upon the parched map of this forest should remained unscarred through our acts, for the simple reason anyone could stumble over the dead, torn bodies, throw a pesky investigation, or even confuse us with a barbaric, savage tribe of aggressive demons. It is always preferable to strike, unseen, hidden behind the protective mantle of dark anonymity, leaving any potential enemy to lose themselves in spinning conjectures, heated debates that will throw them at each others’ pulsating throats, rather than offering them a known, common enemy against which all of them can conjointly rally, forming solid, protective links of disgusting friendship. The second reason is even more important to observe, as it is doubtless that it shall be met by your unskilled, unprepared acolytes. Even if you do completely erase tonight’s memories, how will you, genius, explain to her the unexplainable disappearance of the man she loved for so much time, she cared for during so much lonely nights, her heart alternatively floating and drowning over the implacable waves of her most intimate whims? Of course, you might as well erase him completely from all of her memories: this shall leave her empty, illogical, and maybe her whole self won’t even be as malleable, as fragile as it is currently, while her uptight morals clash against her greedy soul’s desires. Erase his from her life, and add a new invisible piece to our giant puzzle: Erase him from her past, and have your trained adepts be ready to patch uncountable years of a terrifying void. And the third, the sweetest, the most pleasing reason that will keep you from doing all of this your way is that you, o mighty, powerful demon to whom I should humbly bow, has foolishly lost a pitiful creature as gullible as Leetah, and that I, a half-bred, was necessary not only to find the your lost protégée, but also to summon over this distant realm your pathetic self. As you wouldn’t want, I do believe, our common Master to learn about your late misfortune, you would be better to gently cooperate with the Mixed blood, and to swallow down your gutter the horrible plague that are your arrogant, vain comments. I heard the man developed a new, potent spell recently, and is dying to test it on a new, fresh subject. I wouldn’t want to be forced, only to make a terrible example for our mischievous colleagues, to force you to endure this painful treatment. The thing I wanted to take care of tonight, however, was an elementary matter of modifying a specific part of displeasing memories from the Pelorite’s tortured head. If you assure me this can be done under the relative safety of your chapel, I won’t be holding you any longer, and you will be free to join, once again, the pleasing company of your faithful student. The little thing I have to modify is crucial to the conclusion of our collective plans, meaning Jerado’s. I’m simply saying this in case it would stir your already bountiful generosity, and motivate you to grant me a safe haven between your walls.” A genuine look covered my pale visage, as I candidly awaited Kanzeil’s reaction, as would a loving child in front of an esteemed grown-up, from whom he believed he’d receive infinite wisdom. |
| Myranthor08-11-04, 07:39 AM | Under the dark tunnels, walking idly, searching for our way, deprived of Chan Ting's potent sense of smell, both Kel'Rea and myself started, after all this long time, to grow desperate, anxious of never finding our friends anymore, these people who, probably, could consider her to be a betraying enemy, a double-faced spy. After a while, however, our sensible eyes, despite the wavering darkness, managed to perceive purple reflects, pink hues, strange reflects in the distance, as much bright stars for a lost traveler. "Duilya! Long time no see...Wait, where's Percev?" My melodic voice had grow tense, and my figure spoke on behalf of my tense alertnesswondering where this questionnable man, who witnessed such repulsive horrors, could be now. |
| Drindin08-11-04, 01:51 PM | Kel was quick to answer. "I believe I saw him run past us, as if to fetch something. He made it out of the opening, when an act of the gods seperated us from him. Their was a cave in..." The effects of the spell begin to fade slightly. "I imagine he's either trapped and alive... or, more likely, dead..." |
| Duilya08-12-04, 06:56 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya knelt on the ground, only a few short paces away from the cave in, her bright pink hair and dark black suit dimmed by the multiple layers of dust and debris that adorned her. With eyes as wide as saucers, and pupils as narrow as pin needles, the girl starred at the impenetrable wall of stones before her. The elf’s head then suddenly flopped down to the ground in tears. Her arms provided a soft cushion for her misery to fall. . . .I. . .I promised to protect. . .him. . . Duilya, a girl who normally kept as silent as the shadows she surrounded herself in, couldn't for the life of her stop herself from making noise. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Agudo Archmage08-31-04, 10:56 AM | Just a SUB DM bumping a grand story along. ;) :bump: |
| Drindin08-31-04, 06:03 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif . . .I. . .I promised to protect. . .him. . . Duilya, a girl who normally kept as silent as the shadows she surrounded herself in, couldn't for the life of her stop herself from making noise. . . Artwork copyright © 2003, Christopher C. Quigley Kel kneeled close to Duilya. "I know how it can feel to lose some one that you were close too. It's happened to me many a time before. I'm not saying you'll get over it, but I am saying you have to move on. Now come! We have to find the others! There's still a chance they may be alive." |
| Myranthor09-02-04, 07:01 PM | My upper body, from Duilya's perspective, peeking above Kel'Rea's kneeling figures, appearing from behind the half-dragon's crouched body, I looked at the helpless child, cursing our constant strokes of dark misfortune. "...as there is a chance this man is. We simply witnessed these rocks fall down, separating his way from ours. Maybe we'll, simply, find him smiling, bathing in sunny glows when we'll leave these dark and obscure, damp tunnels chilling us to the core. However, would we wish to find him, or to find the red-haired elvish lady you also seemed to like very much, onward we'll have to go, for their existences might depend on us not joining hands, uselessly praying for their afterlives, and instead choosing to offer a faithful hand, intending to grab their distant, slipping fingers, oozing away from our intangible reality. " |
| Malendor...09-12-04, 11:36 PM | Pain.........excruciating pain.........unbearable as he fades in and out of conciouseness. Occasional moans escape his lips as he fights to stay alive......His thoughts scatter as he tries to conentrate long enough to figure out where he is.....long enough to send out a message.....But his isn't quick enough as one of his captors sense his attempt and squishes it cruelly with intensified pain till the chained man passes out........... |
| Kanzeil09-21-04, 02:29 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtruekanzeils.gif Kanzeil looked down at Luika with red eyes blazing! Even behind his human mask, the incubus looked no less demonic. "You contemptuous little cur! You think you can just stand there, beaming like a bumptious newborn babe, and get away well it? Well, prepare to think again! I'm going to show you just how 'generous' one of the demonic race can truly be! AAH-UGH!!!" The dark evening landscape instantly lit up with hues of crimson as a gigantic ball of Abyssal fire erupted out of Kanzeil's extended palms and coursed its way towards Luika. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Jerado09-21-04, 03:45 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif It wasn't long at all until Kanziel's ball met up with another ball of equal size. Only instead of glowing abyssal red, it was a deep, inky black that absorbed the very light around it! Anyone familiar with the inky ball knew to fear it, as it absorbed everything it came into contact with. It could even absorb a person's soul and send it straight to oblivion! It had no trouble gobbling up Kanziel's demonic spell. Infidels!!! It sounded more like an explosion than a voice! It was a wonder no small dragons flew from the shuddering trees or small forest creatures from their rattling borrows. Like any loud noise, it rang loud as a bell even after the initial boom. "what is going on here?" The voice was much calmer now, though there was still a hint of anger in it. It sounded more of crumbled leaves rustling in a cool, autumn wind than it did of a volcano erupting. Jerado stood among the two villains, confronted more like, arms crossed and nothing but displeasure and disappointment across his pallid face. Luika, however, got it off easy, Jerado turned his head and glared at Kanziel. "What is the meaning of this?! You two were instructed to work together, not assassinate each other!" Jerado's glare tightened on Kanziel and horrible magic was unleashed upon the poor incubus. From the tips of his long, blond hair down to his trimmed toenails Kanziel felt nothing but agonizing, sweltering, concentrated pain! As the demon beast dealt with his condition as best it could, Jerado took two steps and stared at Luika. "Luika, my trusted and loyal servant. . ." It didn't sound at all like a complement, more like a grave reminder. "Explain to me what has happened here." The sphere of annihilation still wavered in the still air. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Myranthor09-21-04, 10:22 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Sitting peacefully atop my uncomfortable log, openly displaying my mockery, my utter disrespect for the fiendish outsider, I contemplated, entranced, the pathetic fury, the useless anger reigning over Kanzeil's distorted, now hideous traits. "You contemptuous little cur! You think you can just stand there, beaming like a bumptious newborn babe, and get away well it? Well, prepare to think again!" o O ( He won't dare do anything.) "I'm going to show you just how 'generous' one of the demonic race can truly be! AAH-UGH!!!" o O ( HE WILL, THE FOOL!) A roaring, flaming sphere of abyssal energies erupted from the demented demon's outstretched palms, exactly as I jumped on one side in an hopeless, useless attempt to dodge his sudden, unpredictable offensive. From the surrounding shadows, however, came a dark silhouette, the creepy appearance of a threatening necromancer, wielding with an acute precision his most trusted tool, a miniature sphere of annihiliation. Soon enough after his arrival, the fiend writhed in pain, helpless victim to the fabulous, ruthless arcane might of our powerful superior. Gleefully would I have laughed, tasting with an unbridled pleasure the swift crescendos echoing through Kanzeil's distorted whimpers whenever Reality condemned him, if Jerado didn't report all of his unflinching attention towards me. "Luika, my trusted and loyal servant. . . Explain to me what has happened here." "Well, " I answered, nervously twitching my hands, " we had a minor disagreement. After his arrival here, I asked Kanzeil if we could benefit of a small favor, if he could help me to realize something that is, I believe, very important to the optimal fruitition of our plans. You probably know that, when we already firstly met each other, both the blonde priestess and I spent wonderful times in the Plane of shadow, lying atop a bed of stone, completing a symbolic sacrifice for the Dark Goddess, when she, herself, decided her life wasn't to be wasted, but rather purified, cleaned of all its reprehensible joys and other twisted pleasures. What I requested from our outerplanar ally was to have access to her closed mind, in hope of destroying, of changing that scene from her memories forever, in hope of furthering our duty, of improving our chances of success by lowering her stern defiance towards me." Yet, when I did so, Kanzeil greeted me with insults, reminding me of my mixed ancestry, vainly establishing his blood's clear superiority over our own: "meger entities from the Material Plane". His attitude, despite the facts he needs both me to achieve his goal, and his sworn obedience to a living man - you - left me feeling that he didn't want to cooperate, as you ordered, and I couldn't help to remind him both of these facts, which seem to have triggered a rather wild reaction." Under my breath, however, I softly whispered to the dark archmage : "Some things need to be discussed privately."* ___________ * Luika can communicate through whispering with any worshiper of Shar within 500 ft. |
| Jerado09-22-04, 04:03 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado made a face when Luika whispered the last part. . . "I can't hear you boy, you'll need to speak up if you want to be heard." Jerado casually waved his hand in the air and the pain surrounding Kanziel dissipated. His body would still ache for some time, but the spell itself wasn't active any longer. Jerado scratched his chin, thinking about what Luika had enlightened him with. "No. . . The Pelorite's memory does not need to be modified. I could cast the spell myself were it something I wanted. . ." Something dark in Jerado's eyes flickered. "I've just come from Blanc Thano's lair, the mad man has gone missing it seems and I've jest recently moved in. . . Waiting for you there is an Elven maiden who's just suffered the effects of a mind rape, if you want something to play with for the first time again might I suggest you use her?" That flickering in his eyes suddenly turned angry. "Why were you two discussing what to do with the pelorite's mind while I was anxiously waiting for a report about her whereabouts!?! Why was I not notified immediately after you two found her?!" Perhaps Luika wouldn't get it off any easier than Kanziel had. Jerado wasted no time at all hitting the dark cleric with the same spell the incubus had just endured. Jerado looked at Kanziel and made sure the incubus was listening too. That neither of them had notified him about finding Leetah was reason for concern. What was worse, from the sounds of it, they were thinking about taking action against the pelorite without his prior consent or knowledge of such action! Whether this had been done to defy him, or done innocently by mistake made no difference. They both had to be punished! After some time Jerado loosely waved his hand to release the spell tormenting Luika. "You two have both disappointed me this day. . ." Jerado let that hang in the air so they could think about it before he continued. ". . . However, you have also done a great service. Leetah is found, and our plan for her may resume once more. Luika, by the zeal in your eyes I can tell you have more you wish to say - I will hear more of your plan, and you will tell it to me right here. There will be no secret agendas among us. . . And should I ever find out about one there will be hell to pay! . . . If you wish for me to modify Leetah's memory for personal reasons you can forget it. It's too difficult a spell for petty things like that. . . However, if you think it will somehow further our cause; you may persuade me. . ." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| ruthia09-22-04, 12:57 PM | Ruthia watches as the little gnome faints then turns one of her enormus eyes on Khaira. The dragon lady seems to be mentally chuckling as she suggest o O(Prehaps we should just tie the little one on? Then he won't be prone to attempting to fly on his own.) |
| Khaira09-23-04, 12:47 AM | Khaira chuckles at the now unconcious gnome "I suppose we could tie him down. Then again, I ran into some rather reckless gnomes during my travels...they'd invented some new sport involving jumping - willingly, mind you! - off of a pegasus and flying at alarming speeds down to the ground and rather precarious, funny-looking boards...maybe a good fleight would do him good! Then again, the gnomes I saw usually went splat...difficult to slow down, y'know? Yes, I suppose it'd be best to tie him down. If he came unconcious while we were in fleight, his screams'd wake up every enemy within a ten day. Not that I'd mind that, of course - I'm always in for a challenge..." THe cunning bardess smirks and winks at Ruthia, that mischevious glint in her eye. That mischevious glint that usually spoke of the bardess getting EVERYONE into trouble... "...alas, we've already been delayed long. I suppose our lost companions wouldn't be happy to know I'd been spending all this time trying to break a personal record. We should probably get going fairly soon...who knows what kind of trouble our companions are getting into?" The bardess sighs, and makes an attempt to look like a responsible adventurer. Unfortunately, the daring look in her eyes gives her away. "It's good thing they have someone responsible like me...who'd know what they'd do?" |
| Kanzeil09-23-04, 04:55 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtruekanzeils.gif Kanzeil writhed with pain as he slowly heaved himself up off the ground and tried to best steady himself on his feet. What in the Nine Hells had Jerado hit him with? Whatever it was, Kanzeil didn't dare raise his voice in to protest towards it, lest he be hit with it again. Seeing Luika get hit with the same torturous spell did improve Kanzeil's mood a tad bit, but not enough to fully rectify the situation in the demon's mind. It had been Luika's smart mouth in the first place that sprouted all this trouble. Clearly the Cleric of Shar was due for another round of torment, but not here. Not while Jerado was still watching. Kanzeil would get his revenge on Luika later. . . Leaving Luika and Jerado to their friendly 'chit-chat,' Kanzeil stepped closer to Leetah and Kheldar's camp site and concealed himself within the nearby foliage. There he saw the provident priestess and her beguiling boy friend. The rouge appeared to be asleep while Leetah busied herself studying a strange contraption: A crystal clear orb with two small sticks locked within its center. It looked like some sort of component to assist in a divination spell, but how it exactly worked Kanziel was didn't know. Perhaps the two sticks pointed towards two different locations, but where? And how did she come to find such a bizarre item? Shaking his head, the priest decided not to worry over such things. Who cared what the contraption was. Leetah didn't appear to be making any more sense out of it than he could, so it wasn't like it could be used against them. Turning around to see if Luika and Jerado had come to any sort of agreement, Kanzeil caught one more occupant present at the couple's camp site: a small feyly fellow with a tiny violin. Narrowing his eyes to catch a better glimpse of the wee man, Kanzeil saw something rather unusual. The little guy appeared to be frozen in mid-song. His bow was making contact with his instrument, but it wasn't moving. Neither was the small fey. Neither was Leetah or Kheldar come to think about it! What was going on? "Master, pardon the interruption, but maybe you can help explain this. All three of the camp's denizens are situated as still as statues. Did you do something to them?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Luika09-23-04, 08:05 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluika.gif Artwork copyrighted by Gord Quigley Only a severe, stern glance, a brief and bizarre reflect of moonlight in his old eyes and, suddenly, every bit of flesh, every millimeters of nerves underlying my skin cried conjointly, uniting their strident, yet quiet, pleas against Jerado's devious spell, a nightmarish collection of sharp, tormenting devices, illusory knives running freely through my bloodstream, madennngly tearing my inner organs, melting my helpless body to crawl, ridiculous, on the ground, vomiting a river, a fertile sea, a violent geyser of swirling blood all over the otherwise luxurious, peaceful clearing. Yet, even worse, direst than the terrible horror coursing through my self were the malevolent discoveries I continuously made, the exhumation of the entombed mystery that both of my companions were completely crazy, driven out of their minds by their unfathomable powers, their astronomical megalomania. My desecrated heart soon was fulfilled with a surging wave of unspeakable sorrow, a bitter taste of what was, and should forever be, the harsh conditions of the mortal races, the never ending cycle of violence imposed over them by amoral, cruel entities... .. by inspiring, by powerful creatures, true motors of my secretive faith, the truthful fear hidden behind our rightful motivations, ruthless reminder, testimony that we needed, we shall escape our mortal bonds, shall fight against the vile tyranny of life itself, spit unto Chauntea's bountiful hands, altruistic lender of a poisonous seed. Each of my broken bones, every one of my pathetic whispers were one more push, one more argument to never question, never doubt my Faith, was a delicate gift of the Lady of Secrets, not anymore maddening but passionately exciting, invigorating my mind with renewed devotion, a fanatical, extactic desire to fight, to destroy, to quench the light wherever it could be found in her divine name, to forever escape, to forever extinguish the burning suffering fertilizing my own wicked motivation. From the ground came, gargled with the last streams of blood, a fanatical, crazed laugh, accompanied with spasmodic contractions, horrifying, disturbing sights of a man utterly dominated by an autoritarian dogma, as well as his own ravaged psyche. Reaching for the log I not so long ago left, kneeling against its flat, solid surface, my uncontrolled body still quivering from the last traumas it experienced, I looked at the archmage with my eyes, dark windows filled with a crimson web, speaking in an entranced, captivated tone : "Why, my lord, I didn't even knew you knew about her disappearance...and, even if I had, I couldn't have left her side, for then she would've been without a responsible watcher. The chaotic demon, away for now, wanted to simply slaughter her friends in front of her terrified eyes, only to glee in her terror and wipe away her memories afterward, without even knowing how we would explain Kheldar's sudden disappearance, or change such a long timespan of her mind without expanding so much of our energy to this unnecessary task. In fact, he didn't even contemplate the idea that, by changing so much of her mind, we could alter her own personnality as well, which could simply cut us from all of the powers we want in her right now - hence why I didn't want to leave her side right now. However, my plan, which is, in fact, a part of ours, was to take away her memories of what happened during the encounter she and I shared in the Plane of Shadow. I know that, according to our plan, I'll have to interact with her sooner or later. Also, away from Greyhawk, doomed by the hand of the Dark Goddess, who do you think answers to her calls for divine help? None other than my mistress, of course. So, if I want to be able to speak, to interact with her without her being afraid of me, mefying, doubting each of my words, and if we someday want to win her to our cause, to embrace the powers she'll give us and the role she might play under a sharran tutelage, she'll need both a friend and a mentor, already knowledgeable and loyal to Shar's prying eyes. This is why I want her memories altered. And I am not even asking for help, if you think such a spell is too difficult, for if this process is complicated by mortal means, I know I am divinely blessed with such a potent gift." Unexpectedly came an unwanted answer : "Master, pardon the interruption, but maybe you can help explain this. All three of the camp's denizens are situated as still as statues. Did you do something to them?" |
| Jerado09-24-04, 02:28 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif Jerado blinked unsurely at Luika, then again at Kanziel after the demon spoke. "Kheldar? Three of them? - What nonsense are you talking about!? I only counted two, the Pelorite and the Leprechaun she's with!" Jerado huffed. "Kheldar died under my tower, I hit him with that!" The evil mage pointed a crooked finger to the bobbing sphere of annihilation. "So whoever you think is that wretched whelp must be somebody el-* What?!?" Jerado's eyes grew as wide as saucers when finally his dark vision spotted the rogue peacefully resting under a tree. "IMPOSSIBLE! He was killed! Annihilated! Destroyed! . ." A deep growl silently erupted from Jerado's throat. . . and slowly his hand wrapped around the talisman he kept around his neck. The sphere of annihilation inched forward, then suddenly stopped. . . Blast! Luika was right, curse his soul! Killing Leetah's miserable whelp of a boyfriend would effect her too much! Her mourning would waste precious moments from her clerical studies with Kanziel, if not put a stop to it all together!! With an agonized sigh Jerado unwrapped his fingers around the talisman and let his hand drop. No one survived a hit from a sphere! It upset Jerado to the core that Kheldar was still alive - and yet, there was not a thing he could do about it! . . Not yet, at least. . . "To answer your question Kanziel, I haven't done a thing to any of the three camp's denizens. . . I've stopped time. . . Or more accurately, I've made the three of us infinitely faster." Jerado rubbed at the gap in between his eyes, Luika's request still had to be dealt with. "Luika my boy, clerics, such as yourself, cannot cast the type of spell you require. . . Unless. . . ah that's right, you're one of her precious. . . apples. . . aren't you?" Jerado had almost forgotten about nightcloaks. . . "Regardless, neither you, nor me, nor anyone is to modify the pelorite's memory. It is an unnecessary luxury that could have serious repercussions!" It didn't take sagely wisdom to see Luika was greatly disappointed with what Jerado had said. "Patience my servant. . . patience. . . You'll have your turn with the girl after Kanziel's finished with her. . ." Jerado chuckled under his breath. "You're very likely going to be the closest thing she has to a friend when we're finished with her. . . hmm hmm hmmm. . . She'll warm up to you. . . you'll see. . ." Jerado's mirth suddenly stopped and his voice became much more commanding. "And you will guide her!!! Once we've turned her she'll be unfamiliar with how to harness her power and she'll need guidance! Until then, all that's important is that we've found her! - Dimension Door!" Jerado waved his hand in the air and opened a swirling red portal. "You two are not needed here any longer. That Portal leads back to Blanc Thano's lair, either take it out of here and see if Ms. Frost has a use for you, or find your own way out - the time stop spell is about to elapse." And with that Jerado vanished in a plume of red smoke. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Luika09-25-04, 07:49 AM | Abruptly the wicked spellcaster disappeared, a voluptuous sillage of reddish smokes oozing behind him, leaving me gasping, surprised, paralyzed in front of such a surprising incoherence. o O ( There was an alert, a drama, the escape of the lady was an extreme circumstacne, we had to find her, to guideher back and now : " you can leave". Where's the logic? He,ll probably scry over them himself, personnally. Either he,s really anxious, or really doesn't trust Kanzeil and I anymore. Nevertheless, he can't argue I wasn't right about leaving them alone with the bloody incubus, and that I carefully balance the consequences of what I do, soetimes better than him, if I judge by the way he grasped, violently, the talisman around his neck. That has not passed unnoticed either, I'd wager.) A vicious smirk appeared at the very corner of my lips, until, aloud, I called by my side the gold dragon. " Wirenth, I belive you heard our master : we are to leave to Blanc Thanatos' lair. There, we'll see if we can find a suitable lair, unhallow a particular room to conduct there promising rituals. " A few steps propulsed me, through the crimson portal, to Thanatos' lair, searching for a responsible, anyone capable of telling me where I could put my project to execution. |
| Wirenth09-26-04, 11:33 PM | A vicious smirk appeared at the very corner of my lips, until, aloud, I called by my side the gold dragon. " Wirenth, I belive you heard our master : we are to leave to Blanc Thanatos' lair. There, we'll see if we can find a suitable lair, unhallow a particular room to conduct there promising rituals. " A few steps propulsed me, through the crimson portal, to Thanatos' lair, searching for a responsible, anyone capable of telling me where I could put my project to execution. From Luika's right comes a soft rustling, a kind of whispering that hints of magic being preformed. Appearing speedily on Luika's right side, Wirenth walks to him in her human form just as he prepares to enter the portal. Without a word she follows him through to whatever destiny has in store for her, to whatever need her master will have of her, whatever twisted need he may have. For she was now, without any trace of a doubt, his dragon to use......... |
| Drindin09-27-04, 02:36 AM | Rodney groggily returns to conciousness, very suseptible to suggestion in his psudeo awakeness. |
| kulideb09-27-04, 02:53 AM | Kulideb covered her mouth and tried not to laugh as the gnome came round. She had no whish to hurt his feelings. "Feeling better?" she asked him, her giggles now under control as she scratched at her arm. |
| ruthia09-27-04, 02:54 PM | Ruthia gave a mental chuckle as Rodney awoke. She then lowers herself onto her belly, bending her front leg just so. It seems to make a very nice step up to her back. She swings her head over to look directly at Rodney and says o O(Well little one, are you as brave as the rest of your race? Will YOU dare to ride a dragon?) There seems to be a hint of mischive in her eyes as she says this. *That was not a closed thought, so Khaira and Kulideb would have heard it as well. |
| Khaira09-27-04, 04:55 PM | Khaira smirks as she listens to Ruthia tempt Rodney. She shrugs her shoulders. She waves her hand, as if in dismissal of Rodney's bravery. "I don't know...I don't think Rodney's brave enough to fly..." |
| Drindin09-27-04, 08:01 PM | "Brave enough? BRAVE ENOUGH!? I'm a cleric of Heironeous! OF COURSE I'M BRAVE ENOUGH!!!" With that, Rodney eagerly leapt onto the dragons back. "TALLY HO AND WHAT NOD! GIDDY UP DRAGON LADY!" |
| Myranthor09-27-04, 08:02 PM | Kneeling besides Duilya's still body since a few minutes, waiting patiently for any, the slightest sign of life, I lifted one of her eyelid, checking wether, or not, she was aware of our movements. " She's uncounscious" I blurted. " Probably the shock of Savael's loss was too great for her still naive and bountiful heart. " Swiftly, efficiently, I took from my backpack a long rope, with which I carefully tied, steadily, the young elf to the purple body of our feline friend, ready to continue our quest,. " I know we should wait, but we've already been delayed for long, and we need to go forward." I explained to Kel'Rea. "Hopefully she,ll answer our calls soon." |
| Drindin09-27-04, 09:19 PM | Kel nodded. "I trust you to do what you think best, my love. Let us move with haste, however. There is not much time for us to spare. We must be nearing the exit by now... it seems we have been traveling down in these dungeons for ages, and their dank smell is driving me mad, and I can constantly feel my magic being stifled. I need to be out of here, to smell fresh air!" |
| Drindin09-28-04, 01:08 AM | From the shadows, a looming creature grinned. The rot of death filled the gargantus chamber, filled with the inky black of darkness. The pieces to the puzzle were falling into place. Her pawns moved slowly, but surely, across the board. Soon, she would have her revenge on the red-scaled bag of flesh that had killed her all those years ago! Already had the cruel knight Reginald been destroyed. She had no hand in that, but news of his death brought her some resolve regardless. First she thought to herself, I shall take that dragon from the picture, then I shall worry about the other infidels! One piercing red eye opens in the darkness, filled with hatred, anger, and the lust for death... |
| Kanzeil09-28-04, 02:36 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongtruekanzeil.gif Hatred, Anger, and a lust for. . . . . .--. . .--. . . Well, with Jerado's Time Stop spell about to expire, it looked like he'd have to save his unsavoury romance for a later date. A pity really. The golden haired Pelorite looked so vulnerable in her current situation. And with nothing on but her assassin friend's black tunic. . .well. . . . . .--. . .--. . . It was hard to put into words how *delicious* she looked. Bearing a crooked smile, Kanzeil conjured up his own magical portal and stepped into it; leaving Pern and entering Fauren . He needed to prepare a cover story for his students as to why Leetah was going to be absent form the chapel for the next couple of days. Creating a convincing story wouldn't prove too difficult though. Novice Healers were all such "birdbrains." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
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| Agudo Archmage09-28-04, 01:24 PM | GULP! :mymy: |
| kulideb09-29-04, 08:58 AM | Kulideb clapped her hands and giggled as Rodney lept up on to Ruthias back. "Dont forget to hold on tight!" |
| Drindin09-29-04, 07:55 PM | Rodney clung on tightly. "Come on! Let's get Moving!" |
| ruthia09-29-04, 09:10 PM | Ruthia turns to her passangers, her eyes whirling with delight. o O(Are you ready my friends? Hold on tight now.) With that Ruthia sits back on her hunches and uses her powerful back legs to push off the ground. One mighty down swoop of her wings and their air born. Ruthia quickly gains hieght and soon takes a soaring flight throught the clouds, going higher and higher till she finally levels out and plungs back down, only to stop just short of the tree tops. Skimming low she says. o O(Keep your eyes open and let me know if you see anything.) |
| Leetah09-30-04, 06:26 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif Leetah smiled as she quietly listened to the sweet soft melody that Lucky played on his tiny violin. Who would have believed that such a rambunctious little man could be disciplined enough to master such a delicate instrument? Gently placing the crystal orb on the grass beside her, Leetah turned towards Lucky and wrapped her arms around her legs. The young Cleric then didn't move or say a word as she allowed herself to be completely enthralled by the enchanting tune that Lucky brought to life. The leprechaun’s melody was so sweet. So passionate. So. . . . . .Relaxing. . . Covering her mouth to suppress a tired yawn, Leetah leaned her back against a nearby tree and closed her eyes. She knew she shouldn't be getting so comfortable. Mr Kheldar had nicely asked her to keep watch, and. . . . . . .--. . . . . .--. . .--. . . Before the damsel even had a chance to complete her though, she was fast asleep. The melodious tune of Lucky's violin drowned out the soft sounds of the girl's slumber. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley ZZZzzzZZZzzz... |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-01-04, 08:10 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif ((Next Morning)) Kheldar munched on some more of Gene's rations with a dull look upon his face. His watch last night hadn't been very eventful. . . There had been a few small dragons fluttering about the night sky, but it wasn't small dragons Kheldar was on the look-out for. The rogue shivered in the crisp morning air. . . The sun was out and shining, but the air was still cool. . . and since Kheldar had plopped his cloak back on Leetah, he was completely naked from the waist up again. "Ya know Lucky, it wouldn't have killed you to summon Leetah with her clothes on. . ." Kheldar stretched. . . At least with such little clothes on he could get a real great view of her legs! She was such a beautiful, charming girl, Kheldar idly wondered where the heck he had met someone like her. . . Then again, where the heck had he met Lucky? "So Lucky. . . You said we knew each other before meeting up here in, wherever this place is. . . How exactly did I get to know-* *FWAP* *FWAP* *FWAP* FWAP* "Huh? Did you hear that?" Just as suddenly as the noise had come it had disappeared. Kheldar looked around, but didn't see anything. . . Maybe something big had just passed by. . . He would have to be more alert. "Hmm. . . Any way, it looks like you know a thing or two about Leetah. . . Maybe I can ask you a few questions abo-*" *FWAP* *FWAP* *FWAP* FWAP* Kheldar stood up and looked around. The tree tops where waving back and forth. "Well. . . looks like that creepy looking fellow and his gold dragon are coming back again. . . Well Lucky what do we do? Do we choose to fight it? Or do we choose to flee?" *FWAP* *FWAP* *FWAP* FWAP* Taking time to make a good choice might not be a viable option! As this time the creature was upon them! And it was much worse than the gold dragon that had come for them the night before!!! Kheldar and Lucky were face to face with a White Dragon!!! If the Noble Gold Dragon's in Kheldar's world were evil in this one - then what were White Dragons like!? White Dragons, that were infamous for their stupidity among the dragon race as well as their savagery?!? At that wasn't all of it! Instead of just one single mount riding atop the dragon's back there was a whole army of shadowy silhouettes against the gleaming morning sun! What could Kheldar do? Choose to fight? Choose to run? Choose to fight?!? Choose to run!?!? Neither option really worked. . . There were too many to fight, and the dragon would be too quick to out run. . . But he had to do something! Make a choice. . . make a choice. . . Leprechauns were good at making miracles happen. . . "Lucky, I choose YOU!" Without a moment of further hesitation Kheldar picks up the little Leprechaun by the head and flings it at top speed towards the dragon and it's crew!! "Hit 'em with razor clover leaf attack!!!" http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/leprechaunkheldar.gif Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon Quigley ((5:00 in the morning. . . so tired. . . please exuse this post if it makes NO sense.)) :zzz: :D :rolleyes: |
| ruthia10-01-04, 10:52 AM | Luckily....or unluckly for Kheldar's group Ruthia and the others do not see them and flap slowly past till their out of sight. ((DM NOTAGE: The two groups WILL NOT meet up during this day. I have a more.........Interesting plan in store for that meeting. Oh and Myranthor's group should be out of that tunnel in two story "Days", for yet another interesting meeting.)) |
| Lucky Leprechaun10-01-04, 04:31 PM | ((OOC Yippy ! A new Art Pic by the talented Quigley family :cool: )) The lovely long legged Leetah had drifted off into slumber land. That was good! For it had seemed like to Lucky that he had been playing forever. As if time itself had stopped, or something? Yet being the Luckiest Leprechaun of all, he saw a bright side to all his hard work There she was, all-helpless, completely oblivious to the world around her. Her beautiful lips parted in a sweet pout. Her eyes fluttering as she delved deeper into peaceful sleep. Her delicate hand resting on her chest, as it slowly heaved up in down. Up and down, up and down, down and up, up and down, upppp and doooownnn her voluptuous chest went. “Well now” Lucky said in thick Gaelic. “Tis cold this night….. and I not just be saying that because she be happy to see me ;) ” Clasping his hands together the little Leprechaun boldly walks up to virginees blond angel. He easily hops onto her stomach and with lust in his eyes. He grabs hold of her hand that covered Leetah’s womanly virtues. Then he ……. Plopped down on her chest, covered himself with her soft hand; and within a few minutes swaying with her chest was fast to sleep as well. As the dawn came into view, Lucky smiled, for he had just had the best sleep in many centuries. But what really got his attention was Kheldar half naked babbling of choosing…. “Choosing?” The Leprechaun said as he stretched against the softest pillows this side of the Realm. “What cha be talking about ye scrawny boy? Maybe thow needs to eat....Hay!..... stoooop!......Heeeellllppp Leeeettttahhh” Kheldar "Lucky, I choose YOU!" Without a moment of further hesitation Kheldar picks up the little Leprechaun by the head and flings it at top speed towards the dragon and it's crew!! "Hit 'em with razor four leaf clover attack!!!". Well whatever answer he had been waiting for it wasn’t this AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :eek: |
| Leetah10-03-04, 03:30 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Ehmm. . .Lucky? . ." The leprechaun's name lazily slurred off of the Leetah's lips as the young priestess awoke from her slumber and turned a half open eye towards the stump Lucky had played his violin on. Nope, he wasn't there. He must have moved during the night, but to where the prietess had no idea. "Mr Lucky? Where are you?" Pushing herself up to a sitting position, Leetah quickly scanned the surrounding foliage. Still, the little leprechaun was nowhere to be found. Where had he disappeared to? She had just heard him call her name. Hadn't she? Maybe he was hiding. "Mr Lucky, please come out. I'm terrible at hide-and-go-seek. Mr Lucky. . .Mr Lucky? Oh! Mr Kheldar. Good morning." Leetah smiled as she walked up to Kheldar. The assassin appeared to be searching for something too, or at least, his eyes were steadily focused in on the horizon. Perhaps he was looking for Lucky too. Or maybe he was trying to find his. . . "Cloak! Mr Kheldar! Your cloak! It's gone!" Leetah gasped as she quickly glanced at the area the assassin had slept during the night. It wasn't there. But she could have sworn she left it with him before she went to bed! Leetah felt a guilty lump work it's way into the back of her throat. If she had lost Mr Kheldar's cloak she would never forgive herself. Maybe Mr Lucky had taken off with it and that's why he was hiding! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/leprechaunleetah.jpg Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| kulideb10-03-04, 03:41 PM | Kulideb climbed up Ruthia and sat behind Rodney. She looked round unsure of were to hold on too, in the end she settled for Rodneys shirt, well if we do fall the gnome has a habit of surviving! she thought to herself. The ground fell away quickly as they took to the air. Fine droplets of water damped her hair as they went through the clouds. The elf was just starting to relax and enjoy the flight when Ruthia dived down. Kulideb dug her nails into Rodney holding on tight to him. She shut her eyes, only opening them once she felt them level off. "Sorry." she muttered to the gnome, releasing her vice like grip on him. |
| Khaira10-03-04, 09:33 PM | Khaira settled down on the back of Ruthia, as they prepared to take fleight. She patted Kulideb's shoulder as she notices the fellow elf tensing up. She whispers to her, a reassuring smile in her voice. "Worry not, Arwenamin, I shall catch you if you fall" Even as the ground swept away beneath then, and the sky rose to meet them, the bardess possessed an odd sense of relaxation, evident in her calm expression, and happy humming. Some would wonder if she were crazy, not to be scared of flying so high above the ground! o O(Keep your eyes open and let me know if you see anything.) "I will do my best, Ruthia!" Khaira shouts ahead to Kulideb and Rodney so that they can hear her over the rushing of the wind. "Hey, you two! Just remember that you can't watch anything with your eyes closed!" Her sharp eyes then peered down at the rushing blur of green and brown, trying to see whatever she could of down below. |
| Drindin10-04-04, 12:07 AM | Rodney scoffs at Kharia's comment, seemingly insulted by it. "Well then! I never-aaaaah!" He says as he opens his eyes. |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-10-04, 01:05 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Victory!!! Ha ha." Kheldar did his best victory pose! At the end of his outstretched arm his fingers proudly formed the shape of a "V!" Scaring off a beastly white dragon with his exceptional Lepréchaun Trainer skills, surely now Kheldar had ascended to the top rank of Lepréchaun Master! "Lucky, return. . ." The Leprechaun failed to come to him. ". . . Umm. . . Lucky. . . Lucky?" Kheldar looked around, now where had he thrown that Leprechaun again? "Lucky this is no time to be fooling around. . . That thing might come back! And did you see the grisly crew mounted on top of it? Ugh. . ." Kheldar shuddered, he didn't want to come face to face with that band of Neanderthals. "Oh and Leetah, can I have my cloak back? At least until it heats up a bit more?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah10-10-04, 02:32 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Your cloak?" Leetah just stood there, blinking at the assassin for a few moments, until finally she looked down and realized that the misplaced black cloak had been 'misplaced' around her shoulders. "Oh! I'm sorry!" Feeling her cheeks burn, Leetah quickly undid the golden clasp that held the mantle together and whipped the cloak off, offering it to Kheldar in an extended hand. With the cloak no longer around her, Leetah instantly felt the cold morning air rush along her exposed arms and legs, forming tiny little goose bumps all over her body. Leetah tried not to shiver. "There you go Mr Kheldar. Thanks for letting me borrow it." Leetah offered the assassin a grateful smile and then took a few steps towards where Kheldar was calling Lucky, shielding her sapphire eyes from the bright morning sun. "Lucky? Mr Leprechaun?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun10-15-04, 02:08 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Leetah Leetah offered the assassin a grateful smile and then took a few steps towards where Kheldar was calling Lucky, shielding her sapphire eyes from the bright morning sun. "Lucky? Mr Leprechaun?" Up in the sky little boots could be seen falling to the ground near by. Then a shirt and a hat. Squawks chirping could be heard as two birds fight over poor Lucky! One has his little arm, and the other the Leprechauns foot in its beak. Pulling and Puling as hard as the two angry birds could. Like some diabolical wish bone. The Luckiest Leprechaun there is. …Wasn’t feeling very Lucky. “Leeetahhh I wiiiill always loooveee Yeeee!” just then his little hat hit the ground at Leetah's feet :tiphat: |
| ruthia10-17-04, 10:44 AM | After hours of searching the jungles of Pern, Ruthia begins to tire. Just as she thinks to turn back home the group finds themselves over a burned area of jungle. She peers down at it, sweeping low, when suddenly she spots two bodies in part of this fire swept clearing. She thinks back to her passangers as she goes to land o O(Those aren't your friends, are they?) |
| Khaira10-17-04, 03:16 PM | Khaira peers at the two figures below, trying to make out any details that would give them away. But still, she couldn't seem to make them out... "I don't know, Ruthia...I can't make them out from this distance. I wonder who they could be?" |
| ruthia10-19-04, 01:24 PM | o O(I know not. All I can sense is life within the burnt bodies, but it is to faint to make out who they may be.) Ruthia lands with a soft thump, dust and soot fly everywhere, cloudy everyone's vison for a moment, filling everyone's nostrals with the smell of death and fire. Ruthia Closes her eyes and waits for the dust to settle...... |
| Khaira10-20-04, 10:16 PM | As the dustful cloud rises up and clouded her vision, the Lady Bardess' hands strayed to her blades, her lithe body sliding nimbly off of the sleek, muscled form of Ruthia. Her ears perked up as she listened for any sounds that would alert her to the presence of another, whilst her eyes scanned the wall of dust, and waited for it to settled. She waited... "Friend or foe...? What manner of lifeforms await our speculation, I wonder..." |
| kulideb10-21-04, 03:34 AM | Kulideb sneezed as the dust tickled her nose, she felt Khaira gracefully slide down fron Ruthias back. Drawing her own slim sword she followed the lady Bardess. |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-23-04, 02:59 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "LUCKY!" Kheldar glowered at Lucky as the birds feasted upon him. "Stop fooling around!!! If you keep wiggling around like that you're only going to remind them of what their mothers used to feed them!" Kheldar dismissed Lucky, turned around, and started to walk away. "Don't worry Leetah. . . He's fine. When I first met the fellow here he proudly exclaimed to me that he had saved my life! So it's not like a few buzzards are any real threat to him. . . He's just a sucker for attention. . . You know what he's like." Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Jerado10-23-04, 04:02 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmsfrost.gif Ms. Frost laughed out loud at Malendor's plight. The boy had completely passed out from the pain wracking his body. It delighted her to see him so miserable. "As you can see, with a just one Lasher Level your whips easily breech his natural armor and inflict full damage! Now do you understand why your whips weren't working before?" Aside from Ms. Frost, there was very little chance anyone else in the room had understood her lecture about breaching damage reduction through the clever use of adopting a "prestige class." Thank the gods she wasn't talking about dealing damage in 1d3's any more. . . Whatever that meant! Jerado just shook his head. . . Ms. Frost certainly did come from another world. "Yes Ms. Frost, you've made things crystal clear for us." Jerado shot a warning eye to anyone who dared ask her to repeat her confusing lecture to them again! "But I'm not completely finished!" Ms. Frost protested. "Adopting just one prestige class usually isn't enough for proper optimization. For example, Why not also Adopt the Exotic Weapons Master prestige class, and then teach yourself uncanny blow? Due to 3.5, the whip is now considered a exotic melee weapon instead of a ranged weapon so. . ." Jerado furiously snorted. . . "Ms. Frost, my dear, why don't you apply your. . . unfathomable. . . knowledge to something more constructive. . . Can you tell me how far Leetah has progressed with her training?" Ms. Frost frowned, she clearly didn't like being interrupted in the middle of one of her important lectures. "Why don't you send a monster to attack her and see what spells she uses?" She made it sound so simple, but Jerado shook his head. . . The last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize Leetah's life, not after all he had invested in her. "No, is there any other way?" Ms. Frost rolled her eyes. What was the point of helping Jerado if her answers weren't good enough? "There's something else. As a cleric, that Pelorite can turn undead. . . Furthermore worshiping Pelor grants her the sun domain. . ." Ms. Frost eyed Jerado. The Evil wizard apparently had no idea where she was going with this. . . Did she have to explain everything to these people?!? "Throw some zombies and skeletons at her and see how many of them pop! From there I can judge how powerful her turning is and derive how far she's progressed under Kanziel's training! Gods! What do you see in that girl any way?" It took some deep breaths before Jerado calmed himself. No one talked to him like that! Unfortunately, Ms. Frost was, at the moment, too valuable to be rid of. "My business with Leetah only concerns a select group of individuals. . . and you, my dear, are not one of them!" That reminded Jerado, He had to prepare for Leetah's ceremony. If only he knew the ingredients he needed. . . but he would gain that knowledge soon enough. . . In the mean time, he had to send skeletons and zombies after Leetah to test her strength. . . Before Blanc had disappeared he had sent hundreds of dead paladins to Jerado, which Jerado had then crafted into undead servants via a diabolical cauldron one of the lords of Hell had given him. . . That Cauldron was in Pern, and there were more than enough zombies pouring out of it to test Leetah's training. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah10-23-04, 04:23 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "But!" Leetah began to protest as she watched Lucky's tiny hat swiftly drift through the air and land beside her bare toes. With Kheldar slowly walking away from her, and Lucky gradually being picked apart by vicious little birds, Leetah wasn't sure what to do! She knew she had to free Lucky from the ravenous beaked bullies somehow, but she didn't know how to do it without harming the birds. Maybe if she could scare them they'd drop Lucky back to the ground. But what could she scare them with? A scream? No, that wouldn't work. Mr Lucky was already screaming much louder than she could. A rock? No! What if she hit them? . . - - - - - "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhHHHHH!!!" "EEE! I'm sorry Mr Lucky. . .Ummm. . .I got it!" Scooping the leprechaun’s hat up off the ground, Leetah pointed it towards the feasting birds as if it were a loaded crossbow. The girl then closed her eyes, turned her head away and exclaimed: "LIGHTING!!!" A sudden radiance of unbearably bright light erupted from Lucky's hat, blanketing all near-by surfaces with a sheen of pure white! With her eyes still firmly shut, all Leetah could hear were the sounds of startled squawking followed up by frantic flapping as the two birds quickly distanced themselves from the uncomfortable incandescence. Leetah prayed Lucky wasn't still in their beaks as they flew away. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun10-24-04, 10:04 PM | LUCKY http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Suddenly he was free of the carnivorous vultures. The Luckiest Leprechaun of all had LIVED! His little smiled brimming with teeth until he realized that the world was suddenly spinning. “Tiiiiiisssss noooot faaaaariiirrrrr!” He said as he spun faster and faster to the ground below. “Iiiiiiii Haaaave toooo mucccch toooo liiiive foorrrr” What was Lucky going to do? Would he be just another speck in Leetah eye? As he impacted into her lovely but fearful face? Then those sweet, sweet words came back to him Kheldar "Lucky, I choose YOU!" "Hit 'em with razor clover leaf attack!!!" Like some futuristic skydiver the Luckiest leprechaun of all, changed trajectory and ZOOOOOM towards his best buddy Kheldar. Aiming for the back of the hard head of his to knock some since into him. Lucky wasn’t a religious man, but he prayed that cursed FOD wouldn’t interfere once more in his plans for…… “ALL THAT IS FUN AND RIGHTOUSELY VENGEFUL” |
| ruthia10-25-04, 06:50 AM | As her passangers diembarked Ruthia steps carefully over to where the bodies are, grey soot sticking to her hide in odd little paterns. She lowers her nose near them and sniffs, but all she can get is soot up her nose. With a wierd little sneeze she turns her head back to Khaira , Kulideb, and Rodney. Her muzzel is now grey instead of white as she says o O(I can't tell who they are in this form and I don't dare change back. Even if these two aren't dangerous there are still dangers here. My dragon form will keep most of those dangers away. I need you three to help figure out who these two are. I don't believe their going to move, they look just about dead.) |
| Drindin10-25-04, 07:57 PM | Rodney stumbles across to them. "Not if I can help it!" He said. As soon as he reached them, he leaned over and began a prayer. ((He's casting cure light wounds)) |
| kulideb10-26-04, 07:44 AM | The elf nodded at the dragon and followed Rodney, she waited while he muttered over the bodies. |
| Khaira10-26-04, 06:13 PM | Khaira walked nimbly forward, her swords moving side ash, dust, and obliterated garbage. Her emerald-green eyes perused the ground in search of any kind of evidence, or proof as to what these previously-surviving organisms had been. She mutters to herself as she continues to search. "What manner of creature would be capable of causing such chaos, destruction, and loss of life?" |
| ruthia10-26-04, 09:03 PM | Ruthia turned a many colored eye on the group and says o O(My sister, Wirenth, did this though I know not why. This is the area of woods she was setting fire to shortly before you arrived. This fire eventually travled all the way to the part of the jungle you where in before several of my brethran were able to put it out. Why she did this, I know not. But dragon fire is responisble for this mess.) Ruthia blinked as she watched Rodney prey over the bodies. His prays have little obviouse effect, but their heartbeats steady out and the breathing seems normal. When Ruthia's sensivtive ears catch this change she says o O(Let's find something to carry them back to my place in where a healer can look them over. Whatever you did Rodney seems to have them stablized for now, but let's not wait to long to find out.) |
| Eidrog10-27-04, 04:08 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Something felt wrong to Kheldar. His keen rogue senses that alerted him to danger were acting up. With a swift, gallant look over his shoulder he saw the wretched Lucky zooming towards him, And with the beautiful grace of a duck with no legs and no wings kicking and drowning in a puddle, the little leprechaun plowed into the back of Kheldar's head and sent him tumbling all over the ground! Everything was spinning. . . and continued to spin around until Kheldar could sit up straight and rub his head real good. He some how felt betrayed, like some all-powerful force had failed to protect him. ". . .Oww. . ." Were was Leetah? Wasn't she supposed to come dashing to him to fix his sore skull? At least, the young, pretty cleric seemed to be that way with Lucky whenever the tricky, little man got hurt. "Leetah got anything to fix a sore head? . ." Kheldar peered at Lucky. . . Maybe he ought to just fix the Leprechaun! Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley PS: You're just imagining that this is Eidrog's account - REALLY it's Kheldar's! |
| Leetah10-27-04, 05:21 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Oh my! Are you all right?" Leetah briskly made her way over to Kheldar, her face furrowed with distress. But once the young girl reached the bruised assassin's side it was Lucky who was quickly scooped up into her arms. "You're not hurt are you? Wow! Your such a brave little Leprechaun, having to endure such harsh treatment. Thank the heavens Mr Kheldar was there to break your fall. Who knows what kind of damage could have been dealt to your wee body had it have hit the hard ground." Turning Lucky's body around and around in her hands, Leetah's eyes scanned the midget sized sprite for any serious injuries. Fortunately, the worst Lucky had suffered were some minor cuts and scratches. A relived smile sprung to Leetah's lips. "You seem to be okay, but I can cast a minor healing spell on you if you're feeling any discomfort. Oh! And Mr Kheldar, what where you saying about you're head?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar10-27-04, 05:29 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar watched Lucky and Leetah with a sullen expression on his face. "I'm all better. . . I'm going to go over there and pretend I don't exist." The rogue pointed towards some outcrop of bushes and then stormed away leaving Leetah and Lucky with some time by themselves. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah10-27-04, 07:13 AM | ". . .Mr Kheldar? . ." Leetah's voice shook with a certain uneasiness as the girl tried to puzzle out what she had done wrong to upset the assassin so. Had it been something she said? . . |
| Lucky Leprechaun10-27-04, 11:10 AM | LUCKY http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Hugging the supermodel of the Realms, Lucky felt warm a fuzzy all over. “Tis fine my giant Nymph of love! Yer tender touch has brought little me back.” See the always frowning Kheldar sulk away only added to his joyess recovery. “Don’t worry about Kheldar me pretty, for he be a humble hero.” Winking at the blond hair maiden he chuckled. “For ye see, he had thrown me to the wind in fear for yer safety. As if creating a grand tale of Realm proportions he spread his arms. “Thou may not have known it. But a giant flapping noise over came the boy with fear. Mad with panic Kheldar picked me up from me bed...yer warm chest….the Luckiest Leprechaun of all! And through me at the mighty beast in hopes of protecting his fair maiden Leetah.” Then with a laugh he added. “Sadly Kheldar is getting jumpy in his old age. For it twas nothing but a couple of birds that frighten the poor man. Of course I could have been killed!" He hugs Leetah as if the thought scared him. Warmly smiling as held her soft thumb. “Thy good news is….ye saved me Leetah! And of course the hard head of Kheldar broke me fall as ye said. Maybe Kheldar be getting a touch crazy in the head; when birds be putting fear in his heart” With a great big satisfied grin he added. “Now if thys pretty face can get yer eyes off me half naked body….would ye be so kind as to hand me, me cloths and lucky hat” The Little leprechaun thought to himself. ….0o… now why didn’t I get the job as cupid Ill never know…o0 |
| Leetah11-04-04, 05:32 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Half naked? OH!" Leetah quickly turned her head away from the half dressed leprechaun and began to blush furiously. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't see anything. Ummm, here. . ." Removing the magic that made Lucky's hat glow like a bright torch, Leetah handed the small fey his hat back and gingerly set him back down on the ground, making extra sure to keep her eyes diverted from him at all times. The young cleric felt so embarrassed. She was so concerned about trying to locate any injuries on the small man that she totally failed to notice what little clothing he had on. Using her long blond hair as a curtain to hide the color in her cheeks, Leetah quietly waited for her small friend to re-acquaint himself with his clothes. Only after Lucky had finished putting on his boots did the she speak up again. "Mr Lucky. . .Do you think I should apologise to Mr Kheldar?" Leetah's voice began to dance with uncertainty again. "I-I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sure that I’m at fault for making him feel the way he is right now. Did I say something wrong or unintentionally mean? Please tell me if I did. . .” Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun11-04-04, 02:42 PM | Lucky felt a little cold and gladly took his cloths back. He understood Leetah shyness. Lucky was a handsome sprite sized man if there was ever was one. But a cocky as felt he felt he wasn’t unfeeling to her words. “Thou must take Kheldar hand in thys and then when he be looking at ye. Lean yer head on his shoulder!” Lucky smiled at her knowing how shy she was. “Trust me! All will be forgiven by him if ye just show yer fillings” Its not that he thought Kheldar deserved such a happy ending. For his so called pall, was a bit to quick at using luck as bird food. But knowing the boy pretty good. Lucky felt that Kheldar would become nervous and entertain the Leprechaun . |
| Leetah11-05-04, 05:02 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "H-hold his hand? Lean my head on his shoulder?" Leetah slowly turned her head towards where Kheldar had stormed off, her eyes shimmering with doubt and hesitation. Maybe it was a better idea to just leave the assassin alone. Maybe he was so upset with her that she'd just anger him even more if she approached him. Or maybe she was just making up excuses because she severely lacked the courage to follow through with Lucky's advice. Closing her eyes, Leetah clapped her hands together and whispered something softly into the air. She then remained in that position for a few long breaths before finally re-opening her bright blue eyes and marching towards her crucial destination. With each step forward the young priestess found her legs beginning to wobble more and more violently, as if they were thin wooden beams trying to support the full weight of a Hill Giant. Leetah let out a sad sigh. It looked like the power of prayer could only take her so far. Leetah desperately wished she had her long brown dress back, then no one would be able to she her legs quake with worry! Trying her best to keep her nervous shaking under control, the girl pressed forward. . . * * * . . .After what only appeared to be a minute or two of searching through the woods, Leetah suddenly stumbled upon the back side of Kheldar. The cloaked assassin stood very quiet and very still. It looked as if he were still extremely upset with her. Leetah forced back a nervous gulp. "Mr Kheldar?" The assassin said nothing in return. He just continued to station himself absolutely motionless with his back facing towards her. Filled with the sudden sensation of wanting to turn around and run back towards Lucky, crying in defeat, Leetah gave her head a heavy shake and instead took another step forward. "Mr Kheldar. . .Could I please speak with you? I want to make amends for upsetting you earlier. I know that I hurt you're feelings and I was hoping that we could talk about it." Kheldar still refused to speak or move. Now Leetah was beginning to get upset. "Kheldar. . .If you don't want to talk to me then just say so. But please don't continue to ignore me like this!" Deciding that all she could do at this point was follow through with Lucky's advice, Leetah stepped up to Kheldar and wrapped her fingers around his hand. Then, with upset tears in her eyes, she rested her head against his shoulder and began to speak in a much softer and shakier tone. "If you want me to leave Mr Kheldar, then I will. But I would really like the opportunity to find out what I did to hurt your feelings. Clearly I've done something wrong to make you feel this way and I'd really appreciate it if you took the time to talk to me about it. So please, Sir, all I'm asking is for a chance to set things right. . ." Tilting her head up to meet the assassin's eyes, Leetah. . . . . .- -. . .- -. . . . . .screamed. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Jerado11-05-04, 06:23 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongzombie.jpg As Leetah quickly lifted her head away from the cloaked creature it's shoulder snapped off and clattered against the ground. "UuuEEeYyYYyUUUgGHhHH." It was a zombie! Quite a dreadfully rotten one too! It's pallid flesh barely clung on to it's bones and it's glazed-over eyes remained completely unfocused. However, it didn't seem to have any trouble spotting Leetah and that's exactly who it started shambling towards! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley __________________ http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/bloodisrp.gif |
| kulideb11-06-04, 09:54 AM | Kulideb slipped her cloak from her shoulders, she lay the garment on the ground next to one of the bodies. "If some could get the feet, we can lift them on to the cloak, then use the cloak as a sort of stretcher." She just hoped that who ever it was couldnt feel pain in their present state. |
| Lucky Leprechaun11-06-04, 01:52 PM | LUCKY http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley Lucky felt real proud of himself! As he rolled back and forth on his feet, with his hands behind his back whistling. “Cant wait to here the slap from Leetah”Snicker. Leetah Tilting her head up to meet the assassin's eyes, Leetah. . . . . .- -. . .- -. . . . . .screamed. . . The little Leprechaun eyes bulged and he froze in place. “Why he be ravishing her!” With the great speed of a mouse that had his tail on fire Lucky ran as fast as he could rolling up his sleeves in anger. “ILLLLLL Save ye me pretty Leetah……Dont ye worry Daddy coming” |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-08-04, 03:58 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Tilting her head up to meet the assassin's eyes, Leetah. . . . . .- -. . .- -. . . . . .screamed. . .The disgruntled Rogue's eyes bulged and he froze in place. "Why that twisted little pervert is ravishing her! I knew I shouldn't have left her a lone with him!" The soles of Kheldar's enchanted boots ignited into a blazing orange color and the rogue ran as fast as he could. "I'll save you Leetah! Don't worry, that pimp daddy wont get you!" Suddenly, Kheldar found himself running beside Lucky. The Leprechaun was keeping up with him stride for stride. . . how odd. "Hey! I'm saving Leetah from your nasty Leprechaun schemes! What do you think you're doing here?" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun11-08-04, 10:07 PM | LUCKY http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley He felt his little heart race as he boldly charged forth in heroics. In fact Lucky thought to himself, after this he should join a knightly order of little people who save the big people. Yet something was bothering him? It was the big smelly feet racing next to him. In fact he had smelled that awful smell before! Looking up his emerald eyes bulged forth. Kheldar. The soles of Kheldar's enchanted boots ignited into a blazing orange color and the rogue ran as fast as he could. "I'll save you Leetah! Don't worry, that pimp daddy wont get you!" Suddenly, Kheldar found himself running beside Lucky. The Leprechaun was keeping up with him stride for stride. . . how odd. "Hey! I'm saving Leetah from your nasty Leprechaun schemes! What do you think you're doing here“What cha talking about! Ye smelly giant! Thow who is a Leprechaun throwing bully! I shall save her from thee!” It was then that Lucky realized that something was terribly wrong. Of course as Lucky’s Luck would have it he ran right into walking dead thingy foot. BAAAAAMM! |
| Jerado11-09-04, 01:38 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongzombie.jpg AAAUUUURGGGHHEGEGEHG!!!!!!!!! The undead zombie's leg detached with a sickening crack as lucky rammed into it! Being one leg short of a full set, the already unstable monster toppled forward and shattered into a hundred grungy, sticky pieces. * * * http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif "WHHHHAATT?!?" Jerado couldn't believe the image he saw on his swirling red and cloudy crystal ball. One of Kheldar's wretched accomplices had single handedly destroyed one of his precious zombies before it had even gotten a chance to act! http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmsfrost.gif Ms.Frost chuckled with sheer delight as she peered over Jerado's shoulder. It set the old mage's teeth on edge. "My my, the surprise round is always full of surprises! Now isn't it?" Jerado glared at Ms. Frost. Surprise round? What nonsense was she babbling about now? "So you like surprises my dear? . . Good, then you should enjoy this one. . ." * * * EEuuuyyrrgh. . . ARRRuuugghhh. . . Wooragh. . . EEOOOOrreeeg. . . MMaaahhhhrr. . . Guuuuewwrr. . . UUUoooeegh. . . Uuuoooee. . . Auurggg. . . Eeewwoouuu. . . Raauuhhhheg. . . Ieeeeh. . . Aaaarrck. . . Suddenly dozens and dozens of zombies start shambling out of the bushes and between the forest trees. Their shrieks and moans fill the air as they surround the party of heroes. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley & Gordon R. Quigley |
| Khaira11-09-04, 08:36 PM | (Are there just two bodies? Or did I miss some important detail?) Khaira glanced over at the bodies. It was hard to believe that they were still alive...it was certainly no small wonder. They must be highly resistant to survive such situations as these... "Say, Ruthia, how far is it to your tower?? I doubt, if we want to somehow transport these figures, flying wouldn't be a very comfortable - or safe - means of travel for them...whoever they are." |
| ruthia11-10-04, 08:21 AM | Ruthia looks over the bodies then looks at Khaira. o O(If your thinking about walking, it would take you around two days from here. And in the mean time you'd be worrying about those big cats that are in the area. Unfortantly me carrying them will be the fastest and safest way. If we can some how cradel them in your cloaks, I can carry them in my claws. I'd change back to help you guys, but I can feel those stupid cats lurking around the edge of this fire area. I don't want you guys to have to face them again.) |
| Lucky Leprechaun11-11-04, 10:16 AM | LUCKY http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Like a rain of rotting limbs and torsos the zombie fell upon the heroic Leprechaun. At first no sign of life could be seen from its decaying ranker of flesh Then amongst the rotting flesh, something stirred with a mighty roar. Out from under the dead thingy came Lucky! Thrashing away like some angry dog, who was holding a bone between his teeth. In fact he was doing just that! Growling and gnawing as hard as he could, shaking the meatless bone between his teeth, When suddenly he realized that the mighty fight was over and he lay the victor. With that the green wearing fedora Leprechaun; spit out the now whiten bone, and hoped on the skull of the of zombie smiling at Leetah With his hands to his side, beaming with pride Lucky declared. “Ahh HA! :fight!: Who be yer Pimp Daddy now Leetah!?! Then shaking his head for second. “I be meaning yer safe now pretty lady Leetah” Like normal the luckiest leprechaun of all, was just now starting to hear the moaning of other grizzly forms in the bushes. |
| Leetah11-12-04, 12:32 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Lucky?" Down on her derriere, and whimpering like a frightened child, Leetah slowly uncovered her eyes and looked around for her cordial companion. However, when she saw the little man standing triumphantly atop the decapitated head of her fallen adversary, she let out a horrified shriek and involuntarily sent her foot flying towards the zombie's detached head, booting both her heroic ally and horrific assailant down a dangerously deep ravine. Leetah gasped upon realizing what she had done! "Mr Lucky!" Scrambling back to her feet, the young priestess dashed down the ravine in a desperate attempt to catch up with the rolling head! "EEP! I’m so sorry Mr Lucky! I didn’t mean to-uh-aAAAAHHHH!" Feeling her foot hook awkwardly around a loose root, Leetah crashed down the steep slope as well and soon found herself cascading down the hillside every bit as violently as Lucky! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Jerado11-12-04, 12:48 AM | After splashing into the rushing ravine The luckiest Leprechaun of all felt a fat hand pluck him straight out of the water. But not so lucky for Lucky, this hand was attached, albeit barely, to a rather obese zombie that wasted no time at all hungrily popping Lucky inside of his mouth!!! Lucky had become a bite-sized treat!!!* The fat zombie then looked up the hill at the pretty Pelorite and decided he would move on to a more, "full-course" meal. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley ((OoC: Yuk yuk, get it? Treat! . . Dessert! Ah ha ha, I'm soo funny.)) :rolleyes: |
| Lucky Leprechaun11-12-04, 01:46 PM | It had all seem like a dream. At first he was a hero seeing the lovely Leetah coming to him. Like those Bardic tales you always here about. She was coming to give him a great big KICK? Lucky shook his hearting head, as he saw that he had ended up in…… A stomach? “Why cruel world have ye forsaken me? :raincloud Why hast me Leetah cast…I be meaning…. Kicked me aside! To be eaten by the very creatures ise saved her from.” With that the Luckiest leprechaun of all was…..No more :surrender |
| Leetah11-14-04, 12:09 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif KER-SPLASH!!! Water flew in all directions as Leetah crashed down to the bottom of the hill side and laid half-submerged in a shallow brook. For a few moments the girl lied perfectly still, curled on her side, until finally she released a dizzy groan and slowly dragged herself up on her knees. An inky blotch of crimson stained the water directly underneath her. Leetah's stomach hurt. "Lucky?" Leetah scanned her surroundings. From above and all around her she could hear the lifeless moans of the disembodied. The entire forest seemed to be swarming with zombies, however, she could only make out three positioned around her at the moment. Two were frightfully thin with wispy white hair and sunken back eyes, while the other one was obscenely obese with its ribcage punching through its own rotten flesh. Trapped with inside the monster's exposed bones was a small fey. I little bearded man with a tiny green vest and a pair of fine buckled shoes. It was Lucky! Leetah's heart welled up with both hope and horror. "Don't worry Mr Lucky! I'll get you out of there!" Then, acting in a way that completely contradicted the priestess' usual persona, Leetah picked up the largest piece of drift wood she could find and charged directly towards the bloated zombie, unleashing a deafening scream that sounded almost akin to a battle cry. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor11-14-04, 09:58 AM | For a long time, deep within the bowels of the earth, the elvish wizard, his gorgeous companion and the purple, bizarre feline carrying the not more common pink-haired and excentric child idly walked, blindly, through the dazing maze that were the caves dug under that cursed lighthouse. On their way, many monsters were fought, more were seen, even more were imagined, conceived by their enclosed senses, their perceptions maddened by the overwhelming silence they dwelled in, the constant, surrounding darkness, creating from their fears and anxiety potential threats, illusory fiends, crafted from thin air to torment their minds or distract them from their unfathomable boredom. For an extensive period they walked, until, suddenly, Chan<s body stiffened, his muzzle frenetically breathing the stagnant air captive within, moved by air currents only detectable to his acute senses. Then, he promptly started running, chasing an invisible prey neither Kel and Myranthor could distinguish. They nevertheless followed the shapeshifter through several tunnels, forsaking caution and prudence, only to find themselves violently blinded by a stunning light, a shocking burst burning their weakened retinas. After a while, when, finally, their eyes once more got acclimated to the scorching rays of the sun, all of the little quatuor found themselves over a tall plateau, seeing under their feet a large, luxurious valley, filled with splendid trees, pulsing with life, leaving the group to wonder, confused, about the maritime coast they left, hours, maybe a day ago. (Ruthia, take the lead) |
| Drindin11-14-04, 07:40 PM | Kel, only momentarily dazzled as her eyes made the switch between her nightvision to her normal vision, froze at the sight before her. Open spaces, clean air... blue sky. "We... we made it! Myranthor! We made it!" She called out excitedly, turning over to the young mage, attempting to embrace him in an excited hug. |
| Duilya11-14-04, 09:44 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif All> YAY! No more cave! Beautiful bright sunlight! Sensationally sweet flowers! Duilya ran up ahead and took a deep breath of fresh air. She then began to twirl about and bounce around excitedly! All> This is so wonderful! Thank you so much for finding the exit to that cave Mr Pretentiously Purple Pussycat! Duilya ran up to Chan-Ting and gave him a big hug! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| ruthia11-15-04, 09:57 AM | Indeed, Myranthor's group finds themselves outside. The beuty of the outside world feels almost surreal compared to the long tunnels that they had spent many days in. The sky is bright and clear as they look around, looking for what to do next. A small path leads down from the cave mouth, leading to the valley floor and through the forest. At first galnce there is nothing unuasual about this area, but Chan's sensitive nose picks up something odd. He starts sniffing down the path a bit, before finding what was making this interesting smell. Picking up the object in his mouth, he takes it and walks over to Duilya, who gives him a big hug! As she hugs him, Chan drops the object into Duilya's hand. It is a small dagger with a small dragon carved into it's handle................ ((I'll PM the proper authorities about it. :mymy: )) |
| Drindin11-15-04, 02:04 PM | As leetah charges the horrid gluttonous beast, another person appears from the woods to assist her... A blue haired, Lithe human woman wearing the robes of a sorcerer, in her hand a long sword. One of her eyes is pale and glazed over, her other eye perfectly normal. With a barbaric war-yell, she charges the creature, attempting to impale it on the pointy end of her sword. |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-15-04, 05:56 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif Kheldar quickly dove over the sloped edge leading towards the ravine and effortlessly slid down the small pebbles and rocks, well almost effortlessly. Half-way down he quickly hopped over a sinister-looking object protruding out of the sloped surface. A sharp, pointed rock covered in blood. Beyond that point, drops of blood lead all the way down to where Leetah was dying the water red. "LEETAH! Get out of the water dammit! Don't go fighting that thing with a plank of wood - OoH!" Kheldar grimaced as Leetah pounded her weapon into the zombie. "What are you doing?!?!? Lucky's still inside that thing! STOP!" Kheldar plodded into the cold, rushing water just in time to see someone running out of the forest like a bat out of hell. Kheldar didn't get a good look at the woman, but as any human being would, the first thing he noticed was her eye, and he didn't like what it told him. Another damn zombie! And it was charging towards Leetah! Without giving it another moments thought Kheldar twisted Leetah's plank of wood out of her hand and intercepted the blue haired woman's sword with it! Leetah could do with a sore wrist over another hole in her abdomen. . . speaking of which. . . "Out of the water Leetah! Get that bloody wound looked after!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Jerado11-15-04, 06:33 PM | Where was Leetah supposed to go? The horde of zombies continued to zero in on the group of heroes and their new, if perhaps not currently appreciated ally. Zombies hurled themselves over the slope and into the ravine. Some ran down the slope with their crazy dangling limbs flailing and swinging about but most of them stumbled in as Leetah had. More and more zombies splashed into the water. Some of them got up, some of them didn't. * * * http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif "Who is that?!? That's not one of ours!" Jerado curiously jabbed a bony finger at his crystal ball where the newcomer had joined in. She wore the robes of a sorcerer, and that meant trouble to their plans! Leetah was supposed to kill the zombies with her turning ability to test her strength. They couldn't allow some sorceress to cast a giant spell that would destroy most of his zombies! Fortunately, for the moment she was using a sword. "I don't want her casting any spells!" http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmsfrost.gif Ms. Frost understood that, it would defeat the purpose of what they were trying to do. "Of course, but that's not difficult to counter." Ms. Frost closed her eyes and concentrated, it was easy for her to influence the actions of the monsters in this world. "It's very difficult casting spells when you can't wave your arms about or reach your material spell components because you're engaged in combat. . . It's all the more difficult when you're also taking damage!" * * * All of the sudden the fat zombie, as well as all the other zombies in the immediate area loose their interest in Leetah and start clawing away at the newcomer. Fresh zombies tumbling into the ravine however, shamble indiscriminately towards their nearest target. Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Drindin11-16-04, 02:07 AM | "MADE YOU ANGRY NOW, DID I!? HUH! YOU BAGS OF MEAT! YOU USELESS SHAMBLING ROT-FIENDS! FACE MY STEEL!" Yelled out the woman in a shrill voice, that seemed much too loud for her thinner appearance. However, her size belied the strength that then surged from her muscles, as she swung at the fat zombies head and neck, with a force that rivals most barbarians. |
| ruthia11-16-04, 08:25 AM | ((Point of Interest. Just so everyone knows, Drindin's new character has permission to be here. She's going to add something to the story I couldn't do on my own ;) A twist of sorts......... :devil: )) |
| Duilya11-17-04, 01:51 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Chan-Ting> Huh? . . .What's this? Duilya holds the small dagger infront of her and examines it under the sun light. It appeared to be an exquisitely crafted blade with a small winged lizard carved into the pommel. Tilting her head curiously, Duilya holds out her right hand and extends her pointers finger forward. She then delicately places the dagger, where the pommel and the blade meet, on top of her finger and watches to see how the blade will balance. If the dagger immediately fell off her finger, than it was purely a decorative ornament made to look like a small dagger. However, it the blade actually maintained it's balance, then it was an instrument of death worthy of being used in combat! (( Duilya's just checking to see if the dagger was designed to be used in combat or not. ^_^ )) (( Also, Miss Ruthia, The color code for Duilya's Pink text is DeepPink. I noticed you used Pink in your last post. Hee hee, it's not a big deal, but I thought I'd give you the proper color code in case you wanted to use it in the future. Okay! I think I'm done. )) Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Leetah11-17-04, 03:19 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif "Augh!" Leetah let out a yelp as Kheldar none too kindly twisted the plank of drift wood from out of her hands and began angrily barking orders at her. Staggering back upon hearing the ferocity of the assassin's words, Leetah wrapped her sore wrists over her weeping wound and looked up at Kheldar with a look that only expressed boundless dismay and humiliation. The girl then ran off to safety in tears. Everything she had done was all wrong, and she hated herself for it! Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-17-04, 03:56 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif The blue haired woman's sharp blade sunk deep into the piece of wood Kheldar had hastily set up as a make-shift shield. . . a lot deeper and with much more ferocity than Kheldar wanted to believe! Then two things suddenly dawned upon Kheldar. One, this opponent had clearly spoken in common a message of hatred towards the other zombies, which clearly zombies didn't do; and two, zombies did not wield their weapons anything like the person in front of him did! Conclusion: This person was not a zombie and probably not his enemy. . . But boy were her eyes strange! . . Correction. . . at a second glance only one of her eyes was glazed over. . . Eewww, that almost made it worst. "Who are you?" No. . . That question would have to wait, as there were zombies all around him and the sound of Leetah's crying suddenly filled his ears. . . Maybe she was scared. With a forceful pull Kheldar dislodged the wood from the robed woman's sword and spun around to face the horde of zombies coming towards him. Ugh, why did it have to be zombies! Nothing he had been taught came to play when dealing with the undead! Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Myranthor11-17-04, 07:15 AM | Kel'Rea, pleased by this sudden revelation of light, the second birth we experienced, pulling ourselves from our dark, humid prison, threw herself in my arms. Encircling her in a warm and pleasing prison, expression my intense satisfaction to have her besides me with a delicate smile, I drew her sculptural body closer to mine, wanting, desiring, lusting for the fleshy waves I wanted to feel, rolling against me. A possessing surge of savory pleasure brew within me, exciting, awakening a body since such a long time aching from its interminable walk, silencing, appeasing a mind eternally active, hurt by the apocalyptic clash of the uncountable theories and conjectures dwelling within it. Finally, I could close my eyes, abandon myself to a deserved satisfaction, and stop to constantly ask all those pesky interrogations. I opened my eyes violently, realizing the full meaning of what I finally understood. Not only was Kel'Rea a strong woman, a source of raw, chaotic energies, a powerful force that could propel me forward, she was also, simultaneously, a soporific drug, an addictive being that would cloud my mind, lure me into a fallacious state of unnatural well-being, destroying my need to doubt, to research, my pathological, craving need to understand the tiniest problem discovered before my intrigued eyes. Carefully, uneasily, I slipped away from her enchanting embrace, offering her a faint smile, walking towards Duilya, falsely interested in seeing what she held, she hoped to maintain in balance over her pointed finger. "Duilya, with what are you playing? Hey, I recognize this. That's Malendor's dagger!" |
| ruthia11-17-04, 10:31 AM | Duilya finds the dagger balances perfectly. It seemed to be well made. Just as she discovers this, Myranthor walks over to see it and discovers exactly who's it is......Seems the group might be on the right track after all......... |
| Drindin11-17-04, 08:44 PM | Kel'rea came over as well. "Malendor... ah, yes, I remember him. Seemed like a nice man when I last met him, all those years ago." *** *** *** Mean whiles.... The blue haired, pale-eyed woman looked only briefly at Keldorn. "HEY! GET YOUR STICK OUT OF MY WAY!" She hollered, quickly swinging at another zombie. "An' get your foolish cleric woman to try and turn these undead already! I can't take them all at once!" Not that dieing is a problem... she thought to herself. |
| Duilya11-17-04, 11:51 PM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif All> Awwwwww. . . Dose this mean I can't keep it? Duilya frowned as she took the dagger off her pointers finger and held it up for Myranthor to take. All> Oh well. . . I guess if I lost something this neat, and someone else found it, I'd really appreciate it if they returned it to me. The pink haired elf let go of the dagger, but her unblinking eyes never left the weapons glistening blade nor shinny pommel. All> So, where dose this Malendor guy live? Is it very far from here? Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-18-04, 01:02 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "My foolish cleric woman!?" With a quick flick of his wrist Kheldar's short sword was out and he neatly sliced open a zombie's throat. "You make it sound like I own her!" The zombie with the slit throat still kept moaning and made its way closer to Kheldar, so Kheldar responded by gracefully piercing his blade through the zombie's ribcage, where its shriveled heart would be! "Any way, you never answered my question!" So long as they were going to talk during combat why not find some stuff out? How was his zombie opponent doing? . . Still moving. . . Dammit! The blue haired woman was at least on her forth zombie and Kheldar was still on this one! For his next move Kheldar masterfully dove his short sword directly into the zombie's temple. . . No noticeable effect. . . When he tried to pull his sword out he discovered it was stuck. . . this was hopeless. . . What was Leetah doing? Leetah was running away just like Kheldar had told her. Poor girl, she wasn't going to be of very much help here. . . They needed a cleric. . . wait a second. "Did you just call Leetah a cleric woman?" What on earth? Yes, Leetah had used some herbs to make Kheldar and Lucky feel better, but was she actually a cleric? She didn't have a holy symbol with her. . . of course, she had been completely naked when Lucky brought her to him. "Leetah come back! Turn these damn things!" Thank goodness! All their problem were solved! All Leetah had to do was say the magic word, and all the zombies would disperse! Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Leetah11-18-04, 02:01 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongleetahcloak.gif ". . .I can't. . ." The blond priestess shouted between sobs as she made her way back towards Kheldar and the blue haired newcomer. A large hole lined with blood marred the surface of black tunic that Kheldar had lent her, however, beyond the torn and bloodied shirt, Leetah's flesh appeared to be perfectly smooth and unscathed. Her wound had been completely healed! Too bad the same couldn't be said about her self-esteem. Leetah still looked miserable. . . "I need my holy symbol in order to turn the undead. . .Without it, I don't have anything to focus my positive energy on." Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Jerado11-18-04, 02:52 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongjerado.gif http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongmsfrost.gif Both Jerado and Ms. Frost blinked in unison. "What!? . .This is a complete disaster! . ." Jerado said it none too happily, all these zombies had been released for a failed experiment after all. "Maybe. . . maybe not. . ." Ms. Frost's attention zoned in on Jerado's crystal ball. It was her nature to curiosly wonder how the PC's would squirm in a difficult situation. "Don't think you've got this all figured out. . . In my experience the heros never act in ways you predict."* Jerado rolled his eyes and shook his head. He almost couldn't wait to get rid of Ms. Frost. Artowrk copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Kheldar Devaentar11-18-04, 03:17 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Can't you just use a stick or something?!?" Kheldar ducked his head from a swooping claw and glared at the zombie responsible. He hated this zombie! He wanted his short sword back!!! Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Myranthor11-18-04, 07:08 PM | I looked back at the naive child, distractfully playing with the keen blade, lodged between my two slim hands. "Malendor doesn't live around here, my child. We're here in the hope we'll find him, because he was taken from us. He's currently held Labelas knows where, as well as Chan's acute tracking ability." I added, seeing the feline beast advancing toward the forest, its nose glued to the dusty road. "We'll follow him. By the way, duilya,I doubt it'll be safe when we'll have to seize him from his captors, and I'd like to be sure that your shadows will be able to properly protect from any harm. You could as well keep this dagger : we can't give it to him right now, and it'll be more useful to you than to me in the immediate. You might even be the one who'll give him that beautiful masterwork. " While he conversed with his younger brethren, the party advanced, eventually reaching a small glade, a welcoming clearing, a perfect place to set a well deservd encampment for the night.* *This is a comand by Ruthia. I'm simply the messenger ;) |
| Duilya11-19-04, 12:28 AM | (( As the DM commands, so shall the PC's listen :) )) At the Encampment http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya laid quietly on the ground, sprawled across her black cape. The tiny dagger with the small dragon carved into the pommel had found it's way back into the child's hands, and she was absent-mindedly fidgeting with it. All> So. . . This thing belongs to a young boy who was taken from his mommy? The blade continued to twirl in the girls hands, shining brilliantly under the scarce amount of light that beamed through the forest's shelter. All> Hmmmm. . .I feel bad. . .holding on to it. . .Knowing that it belongs to someone else who is in trouble. . .Do you know why he was taken away? Duilya started tossing the blade back and forth between her two hands, just above her head. All> He didn't do something wrong did he? Did he make someone upset or angry? Or maybe OOPS-* Not paying attention to the dagger, the sharp instrument of death slipped from between the girl's fingertips and dove straight towards her forehead. With a loud 'THUNK' Duilya squirmed with sudden shock and then lied on the ground. . .Very still. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Khaira11-19-04, 12:34 AM | Khaira looked to Ruthia, somewhat dismayed. Two days walk...well, that was no problem. She was used to travelling; what was a travelling bardess if she didn't travel, after all? "A two days' walk, eh? Well, normally that'd be no problem. And cats...well they'd be no problem either! Unfortunately, we would be burdened by more bodies than our own...hm, I do have an idea..." Laying her cloak down upon the ground and spreading it wide, Khaira looked to Rodney and Kulideb "Come on, you too, I can't lift them all by myself...say, Rodney, you're sure they won't bleed anymore? It'd be disastrous to bring them all the way back to have them die from blood loss..." |
| Drindin11-19-04, 01:26 AM | Rodney Rodney nods. "He won't bleed, so long as your careful. Just don't jar him too much, an' 'e'll be fine!" Kel'Rea Kel hears the thunk, and rushes over to Duilya. "Duilya!" She says, sarcastically seeing the dagger protruding from the blue triangle on the Tiara. "You fool of a child... get up!" She calls, offering Duilya her hand. "Daggers aren't toys, you know!" |
| Duilya11-19-04, 02:27 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Kel'Rea> A. .w. . .I'. . S. .ry. . . Feeling more than a little bit silly, Duilya's face flushed a deep red as she took Kel'Rea's hand and let the woman help her back up to her feet. Kel'Rea> Th. . . .o. . .v. .y m. . .ch M.ss. . . .'m s. .rr. . .th. . . I y. . .d. .a. . .o. . . .ack. .n. .the. . .ca. . .e. . .I. . .I. .wa. . .u. . an. .ry. . . Duilya then reached up for the dagger lodged in her tiara and pulled it free. As she did so, the entire blue triangular structure of her tiara snapped off and fell to the ground. All that remained of Duilya's pretty circlet was a silver band that wrapped around her forehead. The child's eyes instantly opened as wide as saucers! All> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .!!! Frantically picking the broken piece of her tiara up off the ground, Duilya gingerly pressed it up against her forehead and desperately looked towards Kel'Rea and Myranthor. All> . . . . . . . . . . . . . .? The child then eagerly waited for one of them to respond. Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Drindin11-19-04, 04:54 AM | Kel simply shook her head, and shrugged. "I don't think it's working... your probably going to have to use your mouth from now on." |
| Duilya11-20-04, 03:20 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongduilya.gif Duilya's face became as long as a horse's. Letting out a silent sigh, Duilya removed the broken piece of her Tiara from her forehead and threw it into one of her pockets. She then took off the silver band that wrapped around her head and tucked it away in another compartment. Duilya then sat down. . . . . ._ _. . ._ _. . . Looking up at Kel'Rea with purple pouty eyes, Duilya softly rubbed her throat where her voice box would be and started slowly shaking her head. The girl then grimaced and rested her chin on her knees. It looked like it was going to be a quiet evening for her. . . Artwork copyright © 2004, Christopher C. Quigley |
| Myranthor11-20-04, 08:29 AM | I stopped reading Agudo's history of the Realms : The elves' crown war, full of blatant faults, discarding the most important part of this unique fratricidal war tainting our past, the hidden political game played by the subversive wild elves. He rather preferred to err on the side of sensationalism, taking great lengths to describe gory battles and impressive magical displays, making his work accessible to all the less intellectual kind, probably only to bolster his sales, hoping to nourish his demented ego and his school's anemic coffers. "That school did not become what it could've been", I thought aggressively, electing Agudo as only responsible of the establishment's unforgivable imperfections. From the corner of eye I perceived Duilya, picking up broken pieces from the ground, sending me, through her tiara's practical power, not words, but emotions, a disturbing, violent impression of shocked surprise, followed by a sad, if not pathetic, quiet cry for any kind of help. I put that distasteful literary work in my backpack, against which Chan was leaning, curled around it like a faithful watch dog, and reached for the little lady, my hands open in front of her, waiting for something. "Could you show me what it looks like now? I believe I could at least evaluate the damage, and the time it would take to repair it. Maybe we could find some lab, or another alchemical installation in this foreign country, where I’ll be able to repair it." |
| Drindin11-23-04, 12:48 AM | Kel'rea nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's not a bad Idea." Meanwhile... The strange blue-haired woman with the one pale eye, swung at another zombie. "LISTEN WOMAN! FIND SOMETHING QUICK, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ELSE AT THE MOMENT!" If she doesn't hurry up... She thought to herself, I'm going to have to cast a spell, and that would make this fight extremely boring! |
| Kheldar11-23-04, 01:28 AM | http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongkheldar.gif "Phhht! You think of something! It's not like we can make a holy symbol of Leetah's god appear out of thin air!" Kheldar hopped to the side of his detestable zombie opponent and grabbed his short sword handle with both hands! Then with a tremendous effort he pulled, and pulled, and pulled as hard as he could! Crack-ak-ak-ack-POP! The zombie's head came flying off and Kheldar splashed into the ravine. Ha! he had done it! He had finally defeated that rotten beast! Or at least that's what Kheldar thought until he saw a pair of skeleton hands latch onto his newly acquired zombie head and pull! "NooO! You can't have it back! It's mine!" Artwork copyright © 2004, Gordon R. Quigley |
| Lucky Leprechaun11-24-04, 02:32 PM | LUCKY http://www.members.shaw.ca/gordquigley/pictures/portlongluckytemp.gif Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley All the thrashing and shaking of the Zombie had dislodged Lucky cold body from it. Yet as Luck would have it even in death Lucky was the Luckiest leprechaun of all He flew from the rib cage straight at Leetah. His hands holding onto a partly digested symbol of a four-leaf clover. That by chance can be used as a Clerics Symbol. OOC Granted one of Luck! But anything in a bind ….Right? :P |
| Khaira11-25-04, 12:46 AM | Khaira shrugged. She thought a fleight through air would be mroe than a little jostling around! Still, they didn't have much time. Impatiently, her voice rang out again, her green eyes piercing that of Rodney and Kulideb as she leaned over the bodies. "Well, come on, you two! I can't lift these bodies by myself; and we're going to have to hurry if we want them to live!" She continued to wait, impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for either Rodney or Kulideb lift one of the bodies onto her cloak |
| Drindin11-25-04, 01:52 AM | Rodney was quick to try and lift one of the bodies onto the cloak. Unfortunatley, being a gnome, this was no easy task! He struggled and struggled, but despite his gnomish constitution, he still had gnomish strenght and was having one heck of a time! "Oi! I don' know ifn's I can do this much more!" Meanwhile... The blue haired woman still continued to slash ravenously at the zombies, even as lucky flew out! "Whatever you do miss..." She called out to Leetah through the side of her mouth. "Don't let things that were just in Zombie-entrails bite you!" |
| ruthia11-25-04, 09:28 AM | :embarrass OOC: Don't know if Kuli can post right now, so I'll NPC her for a post. She can take back over when she wants. Kulideb watches as Rodney struggles with the smaller of the two bodies and quickly rushes over to help him. She grabs the feet and helps Rodney lower the body into the cloack, then quickly goes over to the other on and starts bringing that one over also. |
| Myranthor11-27-04, 08:18 AM | The potent relic, resting between my hands, pulsated with magic energy, revealing to me its hidden secrets, its different particularities, its many powers. o O ( So, I can also communicate with her when she tries to speak with me. Interesting...Oh! This is also a divinating tool. I would be better to remember this, it could be more cautious to be careful about this toy. The danger isn't that impressive, however.) " Don't worry, Duilya, repairing this shouldn't cost much. We'll simply need to find an artisan, able to reinsert this chiseled gem in its golden lair. " This explained, I gave her back her back her item, going back under the luxuriant tree I leant agaisnt when reading, crossing my legs under my sitting body. " Well, fter all this time spent under the ground, away from the sun, I think it would be a good idea for us to rest during some time. As we are all elves, I believe we can easily trade guard duties without problem, since all we need is four hours of trance to be, once again, completely rejuvenated. We'll meet again in a few hours." This said, i closed my eyes, my mind slowly being liberated from its rigid structure, freely enjoying the newfound liberty it shared with the warm sun, the colorful leaves, the careless butterflies. |
| Lucky Leprechaun01-01-05, 11:31 AM | :pint: Lucky decides that Kheldar and Leetah :pint: :pint: need something to drink as we all wait. :pint: And it provided an opertunity to do the :cheer: BUMP up game :w00t: |
| Drindin01-16-05, 10:31 PM | Rodney manages to get the body onto the dragon's back with Kulideb's help. Kel'rea looks at Myranthor. "We should off soon." The rabid swordswoman slashes at the undead ferociously... |
| ruthia01-16-05, 10:51 PM | OOC: Ok, we're moving on. Gord and Chris can catch up when they get a chance. In order to end this we need all three groups in the same area...trust me this will happen. Myran's group, just chill. Khaira's group let's go. IC: Ruthia pushed off with her powerfull back legs as the group remounted and began the slow transportation of the group back to her home. Once they got there several healers came and took the burned poeple from them and Ruthia bid her friends a good day as she went to get cleaned up for the party tonight. Later that night the party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. It was a slightly cloudy evening as Ruthia came over to her three guest and told them that the two bodies had been identified... |
| Khaira01-17-05, 01:11 PM | That night, after washing the clinging dust and the revolting grime from her fair body, Khaira was having a good time at the party. She was teaching a couple of the children how to dance, like she did. Her performing uniform swirled in a myriad of green, blue, and red colors as she performed a scintillating, near-mesmerizing dance, a flurry of movements almost too fast for the naked eye to follow. The smiled bardess smiled an enchanting, enrapturing smile to one of the younger people in the crowd, her twinkling eyes winking their way, and her mischevious laugh soon following. Unfortunately, it was then that she saw Ruthia, and she politely excused herself from the crowd, going to Ruthia. Khaira was puzzled; Ruthia seemed to be troubled, and she bore a somewhat grim look on her face. This was odd; when did Ruthia show emotion, save in the most dire of circumstances? It was a slightly cloudy evening as Ruthia came over to her three guest and told them that the two bodies had been identified... Khaira looked at Ruthia quizzically as she heard the news; the bodies, identified? Surely, the citizens here must possess advanced healing arts to be able to identify these bodies. She thought, surely, it would only have been possible to give them a quick, merciful death. "Identified, you say? So quickly, now? Why, pray tell, my dear lady, who are they? Have they been healed from the injuries that they have suffered from?" |
| kulideb01-20-05, 04:29 AM | Kulideb muttered under her breath as her hair dried to its usuall mop state. She pulled on clean clothes, it felt good to feel clean and fresh again. She made her way to the party. The elf sipped some wine and lent back against the wall, a slight smile on her face as she watched Khaira entertain the children. When she saw Ruthia enter the elf moved closer to Khaira. Her hand tightend round the glass of wine as she waited for their hostess to answer Khairas questions. |
| ruthia01-20-05, 09:34 AM | Ruthia's eyes looked slightly haunted as she looked at Khaira. "Yes. Yes they'll survive, though their healing will be a long hard process." She shakes her head slightly and her eyes seem to be glistening. Could the Great White Dragon acctually be breaking down into tears? She brings her hand up to wipe her eyes quickly then says. "Sorry, it's just their last conciouse thoughts are so painful....." She trails off briefly and shakes her head. "The only way to find out who they are and what happened was to enter their minds. Their last few seconds of conciouse thought are very terrifing to say the least. Well anyways to their names. The first one, from what I can gather, is one of your lost group members. His name seems to be Seomon. As for the other one. .. " Ruthia trails off again, it seems the next one seems to have hit her hard. "It...it's Star Bright. She was trying to find a way off the planet to help find Malendor. She's very bad off, the Healers are not sure if she will survive the mental shock of this." Ruthia looked at the ground for a moment, then back to Khaira, desperation in her eyes. "Khaira, you have to find Malendor. His mental connection to her may be the only way to save her. It's not just his life in the balance anymore, now his wife may die also." Ruthia looked like she was about to say something else But just then her Husband, Ormus, appeared and put his arm around her shoulders. She allowed him to hold her close as she tried to fight off tears. In the moment off silence, though none could call it silent with the festivities going on around them, Ormus suddenly looks at Kulideb and says. "Child, come closer." When she does he lets go of Ruthia and takes hols of the hand that the Mad Drow had bite Kulideb on. With a kind smile, he says to her. "Have you noticed anything differnt about yourself since this bite child?" |
| Drindin01-21-05, 04:27 AM | Rodney stretches himself out. "Oi! It's sure been a long day!" |
| Khaira01-21-05, 09:07 PM | "The first one, from what I can gather, is one of your lost group members. His name seems to be Seomon. As for the other one. .. " Ruthia trails off again, it seems the next one seems to have hit her hard. "It...it's Star Bright. She was trying to find a way off the planet to help find Malendor. She's very bad off, the Healers are not sure if she will survive the mental shock of this." Khaira empathized with Ruthia, the formidable white dragon who now was in danger of losing two dearly loved ones close to her. Indeed, it was no doubt that she would be distraught after such a dreadful discovering of this news. As Khaira thought about Semon, she was sad that there had been another loss of life, but she shed no tears, for she had not known this man, and one could not shed tears for so near a perfect stranger. Still, there was yet another person who's life her eyes nor soul would never associate with, cry with, laugh with...another person who would not live to see the light of another day. "Many more shall die if we do not resolve this..." Khaira stood for a moment as she began to wonder what had happened to Gene, and all the others of their one, initial, very large group. Had they, too, fallen to calamaties such as these, people who she would not be able to save, people who she would never get to know better again? As if through the mists of her removed internal conflicts, Khaira heard Ruthia, then, pleading for her assistance. Would she, after all, be able to save Malendor, her ex-student, the one turned so ... evil? Ruthia looked at the ground for a moment, then back to Khaira, desperation in her eyes. "Khaira, you have to find Malendor. His mental connection to her may be the only way to save her. It's not just his life in the balance anymore, now his wife may die also." "Ruthia, my friend, Mother of Malendor..." Khaira turned away; as Malendor's teacher, his friend, it was her responsibility to try, even though it may mean her own death. She hadn't fought too many dragons before, mentally or physically. What was Khaira thinking? Would she blatantly refuse? Tell Ruthia this was beyond her? Turning around again, Ruthia could see that Khaira, too, bore a tearful expression. Placing her hands upon Ruthia's shoulders, Khaira paused. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, but firm and without any trace of doubt or regret. "...I set out on this joint mission with the others to save Malendor. My course of action has not changed since that time. Malendor was, at one time, my student at Agudo's School. As a teacher, it is my job to ensure that my students receive the utmost guidance that I can give them. And, right now, Malendor needs all the guidance he can get. No, my dear, I shall not stop until my bodies lies cold and dead and devoured by whatever beasts would seek to claim my last breath." Khaira turned to Kulideb (and Rodney, if he's there?) "My friends, you have journeyed with me this far, and we have survived thus many dangers as have been thrown our way. Our mission is about to get even more dire and infinitely more dangerous. I will not hold ill will towards either of you if you choose not to follow where I shall go, to rescue Malendor." |
| kulideb01-23-05, 05:17 PM | The elf didnt know how to offer words that would bring comfort to Ruthia, or what it must have cost her to enter their minds. Her first reaction when Ruthia asked about the drow bite was to lie, "I'm fine, my lady." she said but even as she spoke her hand rubbed over the bite. "No..I'm not fine...I keep thinking of how tasty Rodney looks and when Gene bled I just wanted to taste..." She paused as if remembering the other lost members of their party. She might not know the right words but she could show how much she cared. "Of course I will travel on with you, how could I let you go alone, your not just my teacher now you are my friend as well." She said to Khaira. |
| Drindin01-24-05, 01:00 AM | Rodney was there, but he didn't really seem to understand the other's feelings. "So much sadness, when we should rejoice! The gods of goodness and order have blessed us with the oppurtunity to save a life, even if another has been lost... and we should be quick to do so! I still have a few more spells up my sleeve that might help." |
| ruthia01-24-05, 08:48 AM | Ruthia nodded and smiled sadly "Thank you friends, know you are always welcome in my home as well as anywhere on Pern. Though Khaira has enjoyed that freedom for a long time now. Speaking of which, there are many here whom remeber your last performance Khaira and were wondering if you would grace are festival with a song. I will return you all to Faerun tommorrow." Ruthia gives a small bow and departs her friends company. Ormus stays with them to talk to Kulideb. "Urges to eat meat huh? For an elf that is very odd, sounds like you got bit by a lyncanthrope of sorts. I do happen to have a cure for that child." Ormus reaches into the pocket of his red robes and pulls out a vial of some greenish colored liquid. He hands it to her with a warning. "Drink all this down, and it will taste absoulutely nasty. I tried to change the taste once, but if it taste good then the potion doesn't work. But only take it when you are in a place where you can lock yourself in. May I suggest maybe tonight once you go to bed? The reason for this is that the potion has to bring the lyncanthropacy to full effect before the curse can be broken. If your locked in your room you can't do any damage to anyone or yourself. The potion will slowly battle and kill the cursed cells, by morning you will be back to your old self." Ormus smiles kindly again and looks at Rodney. "Go enjoy yourself friend, there is plenty here to do, even for a gnome. Just don't tinker with any of the machiens you find around here, the macanics have a fit when something happens to them." |
| Khaira01-24-05, 01:26 PM | "Thank you friends, know you are always welcome in my home as well as anywhere on Pern. Though Khaira has enjoyed that freedom for a long time now." Khaira smiled; indeed, having have been familiar with Pern had definitely reaped its benefits. Now, however, she found herself as the leader of a group. The leader...did that mean her group members were to look to her for advice? Damn it! She was a travelling bardess! A loner, someone who survived by not having burdens such as that which she now had. Why'd Gene have to go and dissapear? Was he even alive still? For that matter, how would he get back to Faerun? Despairingly, Khaira felt guilty; these were her friends. They were not just blind cult members looking up to her as a leader; they were also a team, fighting the opposing forces in order to get back Ruthia's son, Malendor, who also had been Khaira's promising student. She could not give up! A flash of defiance seemed to spark up in Khaira's eyes, as if some inner candle of her hardened soul suddenly flared up into a bonfire of epic proportions. "Yes, my friend, your hospitality has been endless. If circumstances were not standing as they were, I think I should like to spend some more time here. Unfortunately, we all have our own paths to trod; perhaps if mine leaves me alive, I think I should like to retire here." She smiled as she heard some of the surrounding people snickering at that; her, the bardess extraordinnaire, retire?! Still, there were only so many people you could save, so many men you could love, so many places you could travel...and, regardless, she had seen a lot. Perhaps too much, even. [QUOTE=Ruthia]"Speaking of which, there are many here whom remeber your last performance Khaira and were wondering if you would grace are festival with a song. I will return you all to Faerun tommorrow." Khaira's eyes lit up; yes, they needed some cheering up here...perhaps a ballad about heroes and rescuing damsels in distress...or, maybe, male dragons in distress. A glint in her eyes was all the sign that anyone got before she bowed to Ruthia. "Indeed, my dear, indomitable friend, it would be my pleasure to grace your beautiful home with my music. Give me but a moment to get ready; tonight, is a time for celebration and joy, for tommorrow, once again, we shall once again go forth down the Path Perilous that all heroes must tread. I wonder if, some day, bards will sing of our deeds." Khaira smiled, thinking about that, and laughed, winking at Ruthia. "Silly talk, I suppose. Who would want to sing about an old, romantiscized bardess, a valorous gnome, a great dragon, and an elven proprietor and adventuring journeying together. For that matter, who would believe it!" Khaira was still chuckling as she made her way to her room to prepare for her upcoming performance. |
| kulideb01-27-05, 10:23 AM | Kulideb slipped the bottle into her pocket, she thanked Ormus. "I think I will retire for the night." she said to Ruthia and Rodney, "will you please apologise to Khaira for me" she said to Rodney. Then with a bow of her head she left the room. ...Kulidebs room..a short while later...... The elf turned the key in the lock, then made her way over to the window. The night sky was lit with small pricks of light, she looked at the ground far below her. Kulideb held her hand out the window and unclenched it. A small object fell from her grasp, the elf watched till the key disapeared from her sight. She pulled the shutter closed and sat down crosslegged on the bed. The green liquid picked up the flickering candle light as she looked at the bottle. Ormus's words went round and round her head..should she take it? She had nothing to lose, her arm bore testament to that, bloody scratches covered it as did other signs, her nails were longer, and she had noticed the soft down of pale hair on her body..when every one knew that elves had no body hair. Her mind too was changing..Rodney was looking more and more like a chew toy. And though the smell of burnt flesh had both horrified her it had also appealed to her. She pulled the stopper from the bottle and raised the green liquid to her lips. She paused a moment then closed her eyes as she tipped the contents into her mouth. Her throat constricted as the vile liquid hit it, She felt it burn its way down, then she sat there and waited and waited. Her eyes grew heavy...elves dont sleep the human way unless very young, very old...or very ill she thought.. PAIN!, Such pain, tore through her. She opened her eyes and screamed out loud, but no one would hear her, they were all at the party. Her arm hit out, shattering the water jug as her body began to thrash about. Her skin began to move as if something was buried beneath it, rippling. Bones cracked, drawing another scream from the elf. Her hands tore at her clothing as if the touch of the cloth was at fault. Images flashed in her mind, her family a happy scene, then bloody as she saw them die. Gene taking her hand and showing her how to jump for the first time..then an image of his blood and her yearning to taste it, one happy moment after the other came to her mind but each was defiled in some way..till only maddness remained. Her bones reset them selves, her form changed, long pale fur covered her body, her breath came in short harsh pants as though she had been running. The creature rose from the bed, a little wobbly as if unused to being on four legs. It padded round the room, lifting its head and sniffing the air. Till it found its self at the door. The creature scratched and howled, pleading to be let out. But the door held fast. Anger, it felt anger and trapped. Teeth tore into the bedding, ripping the mattress to shreds as if some how the bed was to blame. Sharp claws scratched at the fine wooden furniture, forever ruining the antique objects. Then it saw movment, teeth bared, hair raised and a low growl as it stalked the other. It leaped..but instead of a mouth ful of soft fur it hit some thing hard and cold, shattering it and the image of the other to a thousand shards. It paused a moment to lick at a bloody paw. Its energy felt spent, its body hurt and its mind a ragged jumble, it wanted food,it needed it so badly. The creature pawed and scratched at the door once more but the hard wood held firm if a little worse for wear. The creature grew weaker and weaker, till at last it rested its head down on its paws, it gave a cry that grew to a whimper, till its eyes closed. Leaving it asleep in the destroyed remains of the once elegant room. |
| ruthia01-27-05, 01:16 PM | *As the monster once know as Kulideb feel asleep, and the party in Pern winded down, far away another elf was feeling a differnt presence nagging him. As Myranthor snaps out of his revier he feels that rune stone he had picked up in the caves throbbing magical energy....... |
| Khaira01-28-05, 05:31 PM | (Moving back in time a little bit...) When Khaira finally returned, she noticed the moon and stars had come out,a nd the crowd was eagerly awaiting her performance. As soon as she entered with her harp in hand, younger members of the crowd ran up to her. "Hey, miss Khaira, is if true that you've been all over Faerun?" "Have you really been everywhere there is to go? Doesn't it get boring?" "Are you going to retire soon, since you've seen everything? Khaira smiled and laughed at the last question, and leaned close to the youngsters, smiling enchantingly. "Indeed, I have been many places, little one's. But know this; even in the life span of an elf, I could not see everything there is to see, nor experience all there is to experience. Yet my experiences have been many, places I have been countless...listen closely, and I shall tell you..." Weaving an hypnotizing introduction, the bardess played out a tune on her harp before she finally began to sing, her voice itself seeming to span across time, space, and even generations as she told her melodic tale. ""Once a crowd of brave, young lads and lasses said to me, 'Miss Khaira, where have you been?' And I answered them, saying thus: 'I have been here and there a thousand times and more; to the ends of the world, and the reaches of the heavens, To the Fires of the Abyss, and Wall of the Dead have I traversed, I have served in massive kingdoms of grand kings, I have seen the miracles of a thousands goodly priests. These places I have been, and these places shall I go. I have been, as I will be, ever more.' They then asked me, with a curiosity not yet slaked, 'But, my Bardess, where are these wondrous places?' And with a smile and a laugh fit for the angels in disguise, I answered them again, saying, 'To Zakhara, Land of Blowing Sands and Cunning Viziers have I travelled, To the Western Heartlands, where savagery and brutes rule more than do the Lords, To Waterdeep where shadow jumping thieves hide and corrupt officials make deals to fill their never-ending pockets, With the reclusive elves of the High Forest have I been, a guest and yet a prisoner within the ranks, Within the mountains of Mithral Hall in the company of stout dwarves, In Cormyr, I have dreamed a dream of purple dragons and honorable knights, These places, my friends, have I been, and these places shall I be, and these places I shall go on, In this form or another, and as always, My music shall march on, In the sands of time...." "Still they were not yet satisfied and they then asked, 'But Lady Khaira, what have you experienced?' And I smiled a smile of the ages and I said, 'I have been in love and I have been out of love, I have flown with the peace-loving dove, and I have seen the ruins of war's blood shed. I have lived with a generous family, and I have lived with cold strangers, I have walked a lonely path, and I have walked together with friends. I have felt the wind blow in my hair, and I have swam in the great lakes of old. These, and more, have I done." Khaira smiled and winked again to the crowd. It seemed that there was a light within the eyes of this Bardess, and the halt of her singing almost seemed to make the youngsters yearn even more for her music. Speaking again, her voice was reminiscient of the hidden Fey, the unreachable magical creatures of the forestlands. Perhaps she bore their blood... "Does that answer your question, my friends? Truly, you are right, I have been many places, and many places I shall still come to. Perhaps, one day, in the halls of stout dwarves and in the forests of graceful elves, my name shall be sung of elite bards and bardesses...but for now, I am Khaira the Bardess, with the road for her home and the sky for her blanket. And yet, know this...life's mysteries hold enough experiences for even ten lifetimes of exploration. Never can you know it all, feel it all...there is always more to do, more to say, more to love, more to hate...there is always more." The bardess smiled and bowed to the crowd, and motioned up to the waning moon and stars. The crowd was beginning to die down, and here and there, conversations died out as various party-goers retired to their beds. "It grows late, my friends; like the stars and the moon, I must retire in order to rise the following morning and proceed down the path that Life has set forth before me." Later that night... Finally, Khaira was in her room, setting her harp lovingly down at the side of her bed. It had been a long night, and in the morning, they would once again continue their quest. It was time to finish this... With weary bones and a dry throat, the bardess lay down in her bed, and entered the reverie, trance-like state of the elves as the night waned on into morning. |
| Myranthor01-29-05, 05:51 PM | A tiny artifact, from within my pckets, was enough to draw me from a recupertive and deserved trance, its palpitating energies stirring my insatiable criosity despite the barriers separating my mind from the sensible world. Completely alert, having not, like humans, my consciousness altered by a quick awakening, I scrutated the little glyph, seeing on is polished surface the inscribed runes glow, strangely. They were, in fact, bothering me. Bothering, because I didn't know what effect they would cause. That ignorance, my ignorance, was unbearble to me, a revolting situation I had to push back, by any means possible. I looked at my companions, my beloved, admirng their confidence in our environnment, leaving the traps of their bodies so easily, to disappear in the delicacies of inconsciousness. I had grown fond of them. Duilya was a charming, candid young girl, and Chan Ting a loyal and devoted assistant. Kel'Rea, her, was...she was a beauiful woman, a wonder that defied time and space, her inextinguishable passion inspiring me to always move forward, to reach always beyond myself to match her raw power, her demential, impulsive and overwhelming strength, both dangerous and alluring. I closed my eyes, beaking the charm that had fell upon me. The little stone continued to call me, provoking me to utter the words inscribed at its surface, if only to see, to learn what would happen, what type of magic was hidden within the inviolable stone. "Y command ders stones si vera chrnli." Suddenly, appearing from nowhere, came forth the silhouettes of all those we left behind, when we were caught walking in those forsaken tunnels, beneath the faerunian lighthouse, as well as those of complete strangers. |
| Drindin01-30-05, 01:07 AM | Kel observed the sillohettes. "There is powerful magic at work here... I can feel it boiling in my blood like my draconic heritage..." Rodney, on the other hand, was busy hiding under his covers, having heard the noises coming from Kulideb's room... The mysterious battle-raging sorceress... simply hung in limbo waiting for something to happen! ;) |
| ruthia01-30-05, 09:45 AM | As Myranthor said those words, and the silhouettes appeared, something else happened to all his companions........ Khaira, Kulideb, and Rodney are suddenly tugged from their comfy beds/ or not so comfy in Kulideb's case. Kheldar, Leetah, Lucky, and the blue haired lady are also tugged from their situation. When the groups finally stop moving this is what they will see. Kheldar's: You find yourself in a peaceful forest no longer surronded by zombies and with no memory of how you got there. Khaira's: You find yourself in a clearing where some oddly familiar figures seem to be.....Could it be?? Yes it is! You have just found Myranthor's group! Only one problem, Kulideb is still unstable because of the potion and could possibly turn on the group, she will not be safe till morning. |
| Drindin01-30-05, 01:28 PM | Rodney blinks, looking around, and notices he's still in his bunny pajama's and quickly eeps, hiding himself with his arms! Kel'rea smirks. "Well, looks like we found everybody..." The wild haired woman swings at the air, nearly slicing a small tree apart. "Ooh... magic. Hmm..." She walks towards the group, keeping a few paces away from Kulideb. "Ah... other adventurers, hmm? This is good... I have this poor dead leprachaun... I met with a man who called himself Kheldar, and I was told to bring this leprachaun to the sword coast... can anyone direct me there?" |
| kulideb02-01-05, 05:12 AM | The golden wolf shook its head as it raised its self up on to all fours. Its blue eyes settled on Rodney in his bunny pjs, the wolf licked its lips as it lifted its nose and scented the air. Its mind was chaos, it didnt know how it had gotten here. A battle ragged over its animal instinct with that of a more gentle mind. The gentle mind soothed the beasts and was at last able to take comand, though the beast had settled it wasnt yet quite tamed. Slowly it recognised the figures round it. |
| Drindin02-01-05, 08:39 PM | The wild woman mused about the wolf, walking foreward, she wiggled her fingers. "Hello little puppy! What brings you here!" She whispers something and magic spills forth from the tips of her fingers... Kel'rea looks at the battle mage puzzled. Rodney is to busy shivering to notice. |
| Khaira02-01-05, 10:34 PM | Khaira was humming the introduction of new song, while fingering her harp when, suddenly, she felt some intangible force pulling at her. Her hand tightened around the harp as her body felt like it was being ripped into the oblivion. Then, abruptly, in a sudden rush of speed and wind and light, the room was gone. In the next instant, she was in some forest; was this some sort of wicked, evil dream imposed on her by the gods? Looking around then, she saw some familiar faces...what was going on? Puzzled, quizzical, her eyes scoured the figures before her now, her voice, when it, at long last, found the strength to speak, faltering, searching for the proper words to express her utmost confusion at this sudden change. "By Tymora's Blessing...what is going on?!" Myranthor...whoever those other people are...how is this possible? What manner of magic has been activated to allow all of us to be drawn together to...well, for that matter, whera *are* we? Is this Pern or Faerun? Shaking her head, Khaira's unsure, confused, musical voice spread out to the other members of the now enlarged group. "Well, we're either all dreaming the identically same dream or some manner of powerful magic has brought us...well, most of us...together. For that matter...what the hell just happened?' |
| ruthia02-02-05, 09:01 AM | Thank you friends :) |
| Drindin02-02-05, 09:55 AM | ((Alright, original post changed to make second post fit aswell.)) Hope that works. |
| Khaira02-02-05, 11:32 AM | My post, too, has been edited. |
| kulideb02-06-05, 10:06 AM | The wolf stood its ground as the wild woman aproached, a low growl came from deep in its throat as the woman spoke. A veil of calm settled over her, the growling stopped. |
| Drindin02-07-05, 01:00 AM | The wild woman rubbed the dog on the head. "Now that's a good puppy!" She looked about. "Now, about that leprachaun... I don't suppose one of you could take care of the job, hm? I don't really enjoy carrying dead things around in my packs for long periods of time... they tend to stink." |
| Myranthor02-08-05, 08:42 PM | I stood up, leaving the comfy bushes I was leaning in, desperately trying to find some rest, despite the stirring runestone, despite the sudden havoc. " Actually, I believe that I caused it. I had found a strange, magical stone in the trap we fell, when we were in the lighthouse. UNable to find peace of mind, I studied it, and triggered its...yet...unknown powers. Apparently, its function was to bring most of us united. Was it already planned specifcically for us, or is it specifically crafted to gather around the caster lost friends? That, I can't answer to yet. Would it be one or another explanantion, what happened with you, people? Where has Gene disappeared, and what's that wolf-like creature?" My visage stiffened, and its nice features hardened in dismay when I remembered, suddenly, that, even if she wasn,t doomed to be transformed into a despicable drow, she would still be trapped in another dreadfrul shape for an indeterminated time. |
| kulideb02-10-05, 07:46 AM | The wolf tilted its head to one side as the wild woman rubbed its head. It looked at each member of the group in turn, its eyes showed recognition as it studied them, but the elf was trapped inside till the morrning came. She settled down and rested her head on her paws, for now she had control, helped by the spell cast on her earlier. |
| Khaira02-14-05, 12:44 AM | As the wolf lay down, Khaira walked over to what was once her arwenamin and whispered softly to the changed elf. "Kulideb, I know you can hear me; I'm here for you. We're all here for you. It'll be over soon..." Rising again, Khaira walked over to Myranthor, shaking her head, in wonderment, at the powerful, and most probably ancient, magics that had brought them to this meeting point. "I sense strange magics at work; my elven senses went haywire as I was pulled through whatever portal was constructed for the purpose of...whatever its purpose was. As for your questions...I can only pray to my Lady of Luck that Gene has not met an untimely demise. Somehow, we managed to transport ourselves to Pern, Ruthia's homeland. Before we met up with her - whom I hope is now all right, though probably than any predicament that we shall soon be stuck in - we encountered an aggressive pack of lions and were forced to fight. After the battle, Gene was nowhere to be found. He did not fall nor did he run, to be absorbed into some kind of destructive draconic fire. We know not where he is. And the wolf that you see before you is not a wolf, but rather, the cursed form of my arwenamin, Kulideb. At least, I do hope that it is she...it would do us no good to have left Kulideb behind and have taken a stray, wild wolf within our company instead. In any case, we have some dire straits ahead of us. As I have said, I did meet up with Ruthia and her family. We discovered Starbright, Malendor's wife, who attempted to make it off of Pern in order to find Malendor. Somehow, there appears to be some connectedness with Malendor and Starbright. For some reason, this connectedness is severely affecting Starbright's health, physically and mentally. If we do not find Malendor...I need not state the obvious. Where, on Faerun, are we?" |
| Drindin02-16-05, 01:05 AM | The wild haired woman threw her head back in a hearty scoff at Kharia. "Certainly not in Faerun!" Kel'rea looked at the wild woman sceptically. "Excuse me... but have we met before?" Simply smirking the woman looks at her. "Hardly. We're perfect strangers, youngn'." "I'm older than you!" "That's what you think... Any ways, that's all aside the point. The point is, I'm cold, and I'm hungry. I want to get back to a room where I can sleep." Rodney looked over at her. "Yer cold? Wha' about me! I'm standin' out here in ma' Pajamas, an' yer complainin' abou' bein' cold! HAH!" |
| Myranthor02-16-05, 02:13 PM | I took a few steps forward, advancing in the middle of the little crowd, hoping to divert everyone's attention from each of their individual wills, tempting to gather all of their spirits to the same central point. "Khaira, I do believe that it is unimportant, right now, to know of our exact location. Right now, what's of vital importance is to know where we are relatively to Malendor. we found his dagger on our way here, and we hoped to find and follow his track in the next morning. In the meantime, why would we not stay put and relax?" |
| Drindin02-16-05, 06:05 PM | Rodney looks at the elf. "Are you as CRAZY as you are tall!? I was ripped from my bed in an untimely manner... practically naked, totally defenseless! I don't even have my holy symbol!" |
| kulideb02-17-05, 04:32 AM | The wolf looked at Khaira with sad blue eyes, her tounge licked at the lady's hand. It watched the others, its ears picking up at Myranthors words about a dagger. Come morrning if all was well she would be an elf once more but till then she was a wolf. The wolf had much keener senses..and so far she had managed to keep the beast under control. She stood up and padded over to Myranthor, nudging his hand with her nose. If only she could talk! |
| Malendor...02-22-05, 08:35 AM | *MOAN* Malendor slowly opened is eyes and looked around his surronding. He was still in the same dungoen, the only differance now is that the walls had more blood stains on them. Ms.Frost had tried to beat him into submission, though had only succeeded in making him pass out again. Weakly Malendor tried to move to no effect, he had lost so much blood that he was slowly being bleed to death. At some point he can vaguely remeber a knife cutting him and a vial being place under the resulting blood flow, though his mind was so fuzzy he could not be sure. He was slowly giving up hope of being rescued from here....... why would anyone rescue me? I mean look what that stupid Lioth made me do to the school, they probaly all hate me. And he made me attack my own mother, for all I know she's dead now. Star........ He passes out again |
| Lioth02-22-05, 09:03 AM | As Kulideb slowly gained control over her temporary body she may notice her senses picking up a strange smell. The reason for this, the group was being watched. Lioth sat quietly in the tree he had picked to watch over the group as they came back together o O(Yes Master they are all back together. No I don't feel any magic in this area, but there must be something here that is blocking you from looking onto this group. How many dead in the group? Well I don't know if their dead but the Shadow walker is gone, the half wolf is gone and that lizard-man is also gone. Also seems that one of the female elves is no longer with them. No the younger one. Yes Master, I will contuniue watching.) |
| Khaira02-22-05, 08:12 PM | Khaira stared at Myranthor as if what he had just said were pure and utter stupidity. Her emerald green eyes seem to flare up - just a little bit - when she spoke in angered, passionate tones. "Not important where we are? Stay and *rest*? I can't believe I'm hearing this! How long, Myranthor, has it been since we began searching for Malendor? Who knows what state of condition he's even IN right now! And tell me, Myranthor, what would happen if it rains during the night, and those tracks that you vehemently desire to follow are washed away? I have spent enough time resting; I need to accomplish what I came her FOR. And that motive was not to relax in the forest!!!" |
| Drindin02-23-05, 12:05 AM | The wild woman sighs. "From one thing to the next... you people lead very stressful lives. Very well then. Yes, mr.... Myranthor, was it? Let's get moving. Our quarry is still some ways away, I'd imagine, if she's going all loopy about it." |
| Myranthor02-26-05, 08:52 AM | Suddenly Khaira literally exploded, bursting out of anger and righteous indignation, condemning the more prudent, the cautious path I would prefer us to carefully tread. I stiffened my stance, my eyes growing imperceptibly colder, when I saw her, teacher in the school of Light, trying to direct the small group we had improvised, hastily clinged together in the bowels of the earth, and in which she had never been invited. After all, maybe Agudo had done well to choose Gene as a leader for this desperate expedition, knowing very well that the bardess abd I were too passionate, too impulsive to ever coordonnate, harmonize our incompatible iron wills. "Malendor's state is probably well at the moment! If someone ever tried to threaten his life, they wouldn't have taken the trouble to capture him : he would've been found dead, lying in his blood-soaked blankets, on a sunny morning. Would physiological or psychological torture be the inacceptable goals of his jailors, we could remove any long-term troubles with the potent healing magic we have at school. Concerning rain, I can't see, really, why rain would start to pour down from the sky, when there are absolutely no signs that it may do so presently, as I feel absolutely no humidity in the air. However, acting during nighttime wouldn't only be hasty and precipitated, it would also be irresponsible. Acting at night will make us effectively blind, turning us into easy preys to anyone with darkvision or the ability to travel in darkness, which is, you'll concede it to me, the hallmark of villains and dragons alike. Also, the tracks will be much harder to follow without a clear view of those, and even their scent will be more difficult to perceive, as it is now cold, and odors travel better in a warm environment. And I'd like to point out again that we have found Malendor's dagger, just out of the tunnel we were caught in. I can't see why, if Malendor was taken away by flight, his weapon would be lying there, waiting for us. My only plausible explanation is that it was lying there purposefully by our enemies, wanting to draw us in their lairs, while they are more than prepared to deal with us. I believe that Malendor's kidnapping might simply be a trap, meant to draw us to his captors. Doing soin the dark, where we are at a disavantage, would be folly. We should also tke care of our bodies and minds, sharpen our swords and prepare our spells, in case we enter a brutal conflict." I looked at both women, waiting for their iunavoidable biting answer. |
| Khaira02-26-05, 04:18 PM | As Myranthor began to justify his reasons for staying and 'relaxing', Khaira's expression transitioned from a passionate, fiery determination to a poisonous, outraged anger. "Very well, master, your wish is my command." Khaira seemed to, more than usual, pronounce the derrogatory word with more diction that usual as she executed what could only be a mock bow. "I will sit here and relax while a friend of ours suffers in pain, since you asked me so nicely. As for our enemies..." The bardess - well, enraged bardess, really - seemed to derive pleasure from the next statement. "Whether it's night or day, I will still make it very painful for the captors of Malendor to ever have any kind of relations with a significat other ever again, provided they survive, believe you me." She paused again, her gaze locked on Myranthor; in fact, if she glared any harder at the intellectual elf, she might just adpopt the basilisk's glare. Regardless, it was obvious to whom her words were targeted towards. "However, since some people are so partial to certain factors of Malendor's rescue, I will go relax just for those who possess little motivation! Now if you'll excuse me, master, I'm going to go off and relax, just like you commanded...if, of course, that is all right with you?" Not bothering to wait for a response, Khaira turned around and stormed several feet past the group, and into the forest, where she rested her back against a tree and began, very meticulously, to sharpen her sword in anticipating for the coming conflict... |
| Lioth02-26-05, 09:27 PM | Lioth Smiled as he listened into the fight between the red haired elf and the male elf. It did his heart good to hear that his masters plan was working to the letter, and soon it would come to an end..................................... ..... |
| Drindin02-27-05, 03:13 AM | Kel looked about, and frustrated hollered out at the top of her lungs. "QUIT IT!" Huffing, she looked at Myranthor. "She has a point, we need to proceed... wether or not it's a trap, Malendor's our friend! All of us traveled together into a scarred and broken world, and even if I never was there to watch you all slay my mother, I still would have followed you to the ends of the multiverse and back again, had I not been so sick!" "AND YOU!" She called after Kharia. "GROW UP! We don't have time for your childish bickering and overactive values!" Then she looked over to the wild woman who was smirking, and choking back a chuckle. "And you...! Grr... Wipe that stupid grin off your face!" Shaking her head, she looked around. "Which way do you all think he went?" Rodney looked about. "Er... c'n some one ge' me m' holysymbol? I could probably find out..." |
| kulideb02-27-05, 05:48 AM | The wolf turned its head from Myranthor to Khaira and back again as the two spoke in harsh words. Then silently it stood up and began to pace around the group, its nose sniffing at the air. As it picked up a strange scent it began to get agitated. The hair on its neck prickled and stood out a low rumble came from its throat aimed out into the darkness. |
| Khaira03-01-05, 07:58 PM | "AND YOU!" She called after Kharia. "GROW UP! We don't have time for your childish bickering and overactive values!" Khaira only appeared to slow down her pace as she walked into the forest. She waved her hand nonchalantly, as if she were dismissing any care she had for any of them. Coldly, over her shoulder, she responded to the woman's words. "Yeah. Ok. If you say so. Somebody feel free to come and get me when we actually decide to do something. Or don't, since most of us seem contented to just let Malendor die off the face of the planet. In any case, I'll be over here." |
| Drindin03-01-05, 09:50 PM | Snarling, Kel calls to her. "Yeah, alright! Let's go! Let's go find him right now, even though we have no idea where the HELL he is! Damnit, Kharia! Quit antagonizing us! If you know where the hell he is, why aren't you going there!? Huh!? If your so concerned, then why are you over here moping and wining about how none of us are doing any thing, and there you are just standing around DOING ABOUT AS MUCH AS US!" ((OOC: Sorry if she seems a bit angry... but those of you who have been in a game with her before, you can say she gets it from her mothers side...)) The wild woman simply looks on, stifling a chuckle. |
| ruthia03-02-05, 08:59 AM | ((So umm, when you guys are done acting like children :P (((No offense intended!))) would some one PLEASE notice that the wolf may have something....... I mean wolves do have a tendancy to growl rather loudly and I would think one of you elves would have heard her by now....... :rolleyes: (((Also no offense intended, I'm just trying to finish this up. That way maybe we can concentrate on one of the other stories and get them done as well))))) |
| Khaira03-02-05, 08:08 PM | As Khaira continued walking further into the woods, she heard Kel'Rea yell a string of words at her. Turning around, Khaira walked back to the group. She wasn't sure what'd she say or do, but just as she opened her mouth to make some manner of a retort, her elven ears heard the guttural sounding growl of Kulideb-turned wolf. Bending down towards Kulideb, she spoke calmingly to the "wolf" "Arwenamin? What is it...?" While she knew that Kulideb no doubt possessed the senses of a wolf, she was sure that her elven friend did not possess the mentality of one. In fact, she had heard the same kind of sounds only once before, and that was the encounter with the lions, before they had found Ruthia. The pack of lions had been angry that Khaira, Kulideb, Rodney, and Gene had intruded into their territory, or perhaps they saw the four adventurers as a threat... After a moment, Khaira stood up, her hands resting on the hilts of her swords, her voice soft, only a whisper to Kulideb... "Is something out there?" |
| kulideb03-03-05, 06:01 AM | The wolf began to growl a little deeper and louder, it didnt like what ever was out there. The trapped elf wished and willed someone would look at her instead of fighting amongst themsleves. At last! she thought as she heard the melodic voice of Khaira. The wolf padded forward into the darkness a little, turning back to see if her friend would follow. |
| Khaira03-03-05, 12:28 PM | Drawing her swords out of their sheaths, Khaira followed Kulideb, murmuring a phrase in Elvish to her as she continued forth. "Lle merna aut farien, mellonamin*?" Khaira's eyes continued to peer into the forest, the rest of her senses oblivious to the rest of the group as she followed Kulideb into apparent battle... *Shall we go hunting, my friend? |
| kulideb03-03-05, 02:52 PM | Kulideb smiled, though in wolf form it looked a little more menacing. Sure now that at least one of the group was following her the wolf set off following a trail carried on the night air. Silently the wolf padded along on the soft earth, coming to a pause not to far away from the group of friends. It lifted its head up, sniffing the air round a large old tree, slowly it began to circle round the tree's trunk till it came back to were it started. The wolf looked up into the high branches then back to Khaira. |
| Lioth03-04-05, 01:19 PM | Lioth grinned as the wolf/elf lead the red haired one to his tree. Confidant in his hiding abilities, Lioth watched the wolf circle the tree and look up at him, not seeing him at all! He knew soon the group would lose intrest in whatever bothered the wolf, and then it would be his turn to.......Shake them up a bit........As his new master had stated. |
| Myranthor03-05-05, 10:37 AM | I looked at the elvish pair skeptically, wondering where to the wolf led the angering and pestering bardess. Kel'Rea's intervention against her had been impressive, to say the least, as much in its appearance than in its content. She had, materfully, exposed how Lady Amastacia was nothing more than a bickering child, and couldn't accept to have her desires obviously defeated by the stregth of a planned and well organized argumentation, basde on real facts and reflexion, and not only a hasty desire to jump hastily into the maw of danger. Nevertheless, the beast was leading Khaira somewhere, next to a particular tree, and started circling around its trunk, sniffing in its dense folige. The night was so dark, and the leaves so numerous, that it was almost impossible to distinguish anything in the dark blue night. Furthermore, why would we listen and be guied by a simple wolf? Admittedly, that wolf understood elvish, and was maybe our companion that had been biten precedently, but nothing was less sure. I thought of asking it in elvish about it, but it came to my mind that what could be in the tree could also understand that language. I thus resorted to my usual solution to complex things. Turning around, hiding my features from the tree, fakind to look at anyone in my field of vision, I casted, muttering under my breath and keeping my hands in front of my chest. Then I turned back, trying to learn, directly from the animal's mind, what it had found under the tree's canopy. * Of course, the spell is detect thoughts |
| Drindin03-07-05, 01:17 AM | Kel huffs over to Myr and wolfie. "Hm? What's going on?" The wild haired woman looks up in the tree sceptically. Rodney shivers, as he's still in his pajama's. |
| Khaira03-07-05, 07:08 PM | As Khaira looked up to the tree, she regretted that even her sharp elven eyes could not pierce the thick, lush foliage. But, as the old saying went, "There was more than one way to kill an orc." Then again, orcs didn't climb trees... "If the fields are uneven, make them so..." With her two swords (one distinctively glowing a dim flaming red color...), Khaira began to slice at the trunk of the tree, in an attempt to cut the tree down and, thus, bring down whatever Kulideb smelled up there. What goes up must come down, after all... |
| kulideb03-10-05, 06:51 AM | The wolf felt something push in to its mind at first it protested, then the elf calmed the beast and allowed the other to 'see' what the wolf had followed. A scent carried on the air that had led back to this tree, growing stronger higher up out of the wolfs reach. The scent was out of place, it didnt belong to the woods or thoses who dwelt within it. An image of Ruthia's scent formed in the wolfs head as it tried to show Myran, that there was something similar about the two scents. The Image disapeared quickly as the wolf snarled at Khaira, planting its self between her and the tree, though it made no attempt to attack Khaira. The elf inside the wolf couldnt stand the thought of the tree being destroyed and knew that Khaira would regret her actions too when she calmed down. |
| Khaira03-10-05, 01:22 PM | As Khaira was about to swing her sharpened blades at the tree, the elf had to stop the momentum of the swinging swords, so as to not strike her formerly elven companion. Looking to Kulideb, Khaira smiled and nodded. "*Amin weera. Diola lle, mellonamin." Looking around then, Khaira remembered that she had left someone here, someone who could be very influential in seeking out the source of Kulideb's despair...but where was he? In a soft voice, the bardess murmured to herself. "Have you departed?" It was then that the shrill, sharp cry of a very large bird of prey rent the air, shattering the silence...Khaira smiled cunningly. *You are correct. Thank you, my friend. |
| ruthia03-11-05, 04:45 PM | Indeed, Khaira was not alone in this area. Here ever faithful Roc, Swiftwing, had followed her presence the moment she returned from Pern. The giant bird had been slowly circling the camp from above. At Khaira's call the Roc veered to the clearing the group was staying in, landing with a silent thump. He lowers his beak to Khaira, like he's almost checking to make sure she's really there. Prehaps the smell Kulideb smelled was he Roc?????????? |
| Khaira03-11-05, 06:30 PM | Khaira smiled victoriously as Swiftwing begin to circle in the sky above, seeking out a clear place in which to land. When her Roc finally did land, she ran a soft, caressing hand over the feathers and beak, whispering in soft, inaudible tones. Turning back to Kulideb the wolf, then, Khaira spoke to her. "Mellonamin, what do you smell?" |
| Myranthor03-13-05, 01:40 PM | I made a strange figure, as if I was really contrived by the sudden puzzling problematic that had fallen over us. "I have absolutely no idea" I answered Kel'Rea, darting to the dense foliage my piercing green eyes, as if looking there would reveal the hidden amrvel we were all trying to discern. In reality, however, the spell I had used over Kulideb had now a new zone as its target, and would give me all the informations presently found in the dragon's astute mind. |
| Lioth03-14-05, 08:10 AM | As the roc caused a little confusion down in the camp sight, Lioth grinned to see more things helping him in his quest for disarray. But just as he looks down athe rest of this group he feels something start tugging on his mind, a spell! But from who? It's then Lioth relizes the male elf was looking into the trees also, it had to be him, the master said he would be tricky. Quickly blocking what he could, Lioth turns this trick into an advantage. With a devilish grin, Lioth leaps out of the tree and lands near the group. They get a brief glimps of him, at first some could mistake the figure for Malendor himself, but Myranthor see's whom he really is. Before Myranthor can pass the information along to the others, the figure of Malendor takes off into the woods, heading southeast........... |
| Myranthor03-14-05, 09:56 AM | Projected out of my aching head, my assertive mind convoluted to the great tree, exploring it, searching for an unknown, hidden creature. Insidiously, it flowed in the observer's brain's crevices, opening to my prying eyes its superficial thoughts. I was so absorbed in memorizing everything I discovered, the tiniest details, the most feeble impressions, the creature's particular interpretations of reality that I compeltely forgot where I was, caught in its brain's crevices as in a sticky spider web. That's why, when he left his heighty perch to jump next to me, I became petrified, unable to react, capable only of staring at him in a blatant expression of surprise. I recognized distinctly, after the initial shock, Malendor's capturor, the vile scoundrel who infiltrated Agudo's School to capture Malendor, for motives still undiscovered by us. He dashed precepitedly, running for a safe haven I already knew, having seen it in the man's vulnerable spirit. "That's not Malendor! trust me, it,s only a disguise." I said hastily, hissing between my teeth, hoping that the dragon's senses were now attuned to his human form, and not as sharp as in its draconic form. "He is gone to a boat that is waiting for him, to the southeast. Khaira, I'm pretty sure Swiftwing could get there before him, or at least sunk the ship and capture that man when he'll be onboard. Afterward, we'll be more than able to make him speak what we want, would it be through diplomacy, patience, threats, torture or enchantments. If this plan has the blessed fate of pleasing you, I'll also ask if I could accompany Swiftwing and you, if you'll be of this maddening race, if only to provide arcane support." **If Swiftwing leaves, with or without Khaira and/or Myr, Myranthor will cast a "haste" spell on Swiftwing. This should make the roc fly at a speed of 120 ft. per 3 seconds. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! |
| Drindin03-14-05, 08:06 PM | The blue haired woman looked at them. "Wait! We should follow him! It may be a good idea, considering that only somebody that's involved in this whole 'mix up' you crew have found yourselves in would be trying to lure us into a trap. And as for traps... now that we know there might be one, we will be ready for one when we get caught in it." |
| Khaira03-15-05, 12:40 AM | As Khaira was stroking the familiar beak and feather of her faithful companion, Swiftwing, the one creature that only always understood her, she was sleightly surprised at the sudden silence that enveloped the forest. Turning, a shocked expression lay stamped upon her impressionless facial features, marred only by a few telltale battle scars, she saw a fleeting figure run off into the woods. Her shock was soon replaced by confused curiosity, however, as she noticed that the figure looked none other than Malendor... It was then that Myranthor's hasty words snapped her back to reality, jarring her abruptly from her romanticized thoughts. Khaira, I'm pretty sure Swiftwing could get there before him, or at least sunk the ship and capture that man when he'll be onboard. Khaira smiled at the elven wizard's words, glimmering excitement flashing in her eyes at the prospect of the chase. Turning to Myranthor, she smirked, jerking a thumb at the Roc behind her. "There is none that could deliver us faster to the perpetrator of this entire mess." Turning to Swiftwing, the bardess stroked the beak of the creature on final, loving time, murmuring a few words. The creature seemed to calm and Khaira, not wasting a moment, leapt astride her mount, looking to Myranthor with the gleaming excitement of the coming finale of this part of the chase. "Well? What are you waiting for; let's go! Time's a-wastin'. The rest of you...I'm afraid there's only room for two. Just follow the screams." |
| Myranthor03-15-05, 03:26 PM | For a few seconds I hesitated, wondering where I would sit atop this gargantuan beast, I who had rarely mounted a horse to begin with. My departure from evermeet had been made through the means of an impressive teleportation spell, while most of the rare excursions I had accomplished out of the School had been done on feet, partly because our dear headmaster would never omit to mention that the long and arduous trip was priceless in constructive experiences, when compared to an easier adventure. Regardless, I succesfully hopped on the bird's large back, assisted by the natural and feline grace spread out through my blood to all my kind. Once installed, I conjured a transmuting spell on Swiftwing, one of those spells that could help turn around the tide of a lost war when used tactfully, possessing more potential than the more standard and uninventive evocation spells. Soon enough the bird's breathing rythm drastically accelerated, as well as his cardiac pulsations, for the roc now did everything extremly swifter than it was used to. I then took in both of my hands Khaira's shoulders', hoping that that grip, as well as the one my legs made against the Swiftwing's flanks, would be strong enough to keep me from falling. "Okay, we are ready. Watch out, for your friend shall move withe ven more velocity than it did before." |
| Drindin03-15-05, 06:22 PM | For a brief second there was a strange scent in the air, like a freshly dug grave, a harsh gust of wind, and the blue haired woman was gone, but for an odd shadow passing overhead... Kel looked up, seeming shocked, as if paniced for a moment, but then she relaxes. "Must have been the wind..." Rodney is on the ground, as he was standing near the blue haired lady. He shakes his head. "Oi! Sorceresses... no offense, dragon-lady." He says, looking over at Kel. "Coulda sworn she turned 'erself into a lizard or sommat such thin' before disappearin' like tha'!" Kel looks over to Myranthor. "Be careful Myranthor! I Will see you soon!" She then turns to the rest of the group. "Let's get going ourselves! We'll have alot of land to cover if we don't hurry!" She begins to run towards the woods where Lioth disappeared, motioning for everyone else to follow. Reluctantly, Rodney does so. |
| kulideb03-17-05, 09:22 AM | No not the Roc..the wolf thought, then things happened so fast that the elf in the wolf almost lost track, simple things the wolf did understand, follow Kulideb commanded her beast but not before stopping near Rodney. The wolfs jaws opened as it grew close to the small figure, a wet red tounge licked Rodneys face. The wolf lowered its self down, as if to say climb on and then we will be off. ((OOC- Drindin, if you accept the ride just post that you are riding, if the group comes to a stop before I have chance to post again just assume the wolf will stop too. :) )) |
| Drindin03-18-05, 12:10 AM | Rodney reluctantly gets on. |
| Lioth03-18-05, 08:21 AM | By the time the group had been able to get together to go after him, Lioth was already half way to the coast. At a fork in the path he was following Lioth suddenly stopped. Looking at the path ahead he calls out "Are you ready?" From behind him comes a resuling of folage as another joins him on the path.... ((That your cue turalisj, come on in and post :D )) |
| turalisj03-18-05, 07:02 PM | "yep, i could do with a few drow snacks though....." the figure says, walking towards his identical. |
| Lioth03-18-05, 09:48 PM | Lioth turned to face the new arrival, a wicked grin on his face. "If we pull this off I'm sure Jerado will let you have as many as you want." Lioth looked at the man, he was identical in every way. Even the smirck on their faces was the same, as if one was loooking into a mirror. "The spell worked perfectly and the elf will never suspect a thing. You take the road to the coast, let the catch you and lead them to the island. I'll be waiting for you there. You had better go, they are moments behind you right now." With an evil laugh Lioth walks down the path leading away from the coast, those is parting words can be heard faintly by turalisj. "This will be fun." |
| Drindin03-19-05, 01:08 AM | Some creature is preceded by a rotting scent... Then... Slowly... oh ever so slowly, something touched down on the ground before Lioth just as he turned away. Suddenly, there stood the blue haired woman. "Lioth... wait a second..." Looking at the two of them, an angry glint in her one good eye showed she was displeased. "There's too of you... which of is the real beast? I seek only one thing... you are both lucky, your both... for the time... my tertiary concerns. I seek this man they keep calling 'Malendor'. I wish to.... speak with him. Which one of you will lead me too him?" |
| Lioth03-22-05, 09:35 PM | Lioth growled, he had smelled this animal long before it landed near him and even now with it visable he didn't like it. "Niether of us will lead you to him. Our only concern is leading that group back there to the trap are Master has laid out for them. It just happens that this "Malendor" is bait. You want him, follow them." With that said Lioth takes off running away from the path to the coast, allowing his double to take that road...... |
| Drindin03-22-05, 10:13 PM | The woman grumbles, and disappears once more, there is a heavy gust of wind as something lifts off, and the stench of carrion fills the air, as whatever it is flys upwards, and follows the 'lioth', circling in the air slowly. |
| Khaira03-22-05, 10:33 PM | As Myranthor's firm, secure hands grasped Khaira's shoulders, the bardess seemed to smile at the timidness of the elf, the wizard whose view points and motives were so drastically different to her own, at least, logistically speaking. After Myranthor had finished his incantation on Swiftwing, she leaned down close to the Roc's head, scratching it behind the ears. Turning around, then, Khaira smirked to Myranthor, her eyes glinting as her voice, quivering with excitement of the coming chase, spoke. "Place your hands around my waist, Myr; this is not going to be any kind of ride that you've experienced before. I'd feel practically horrid if you were to fall due to not having the proper hand holds; you're Roc Riding now, and it's not an experience you're likely to forget!" Taking his hands in her own smooth hands, she positioned his hands around her waist and then, still facing the front, she directed him again. "Don't let go, my friend; it's going to be a bumpy ride!" Looking down to Swiftwing again, she made as strange clucking noise to it, before shouting two final words as her arm reached out, a delicate finger pointing out the path that "Malendor" had taken. "Soora sen*!" With a strong uplift of the legs, Swiftwing shot up into the air like a speeding bullet, soon enough, straightening its body out to beter suit the riders that rode astride it. Then, seeking out the swiftest jets of air in the sky above, it was soon moving very rapidly, following the path the Lioth himself had taken... *Follow them |
| Drindin03-23-05, 12:27 AM | The invisible thing saw the fast approaching roc, and made certain to increase the hieght of it's spiral... Rodney climbs onto the wolf, and readies himself for a possibly bumpy ride. "Don' eat me now, wolfy." |
| kulideb03-25-05, 09:00 AM | The wolf gave a growl that could have been a giggle if it had been in elf form. Almost as soon as Rodney had settled down upon its back and taken a hold of its fur the wolf bolted off into the darkness. The wolf used its nose as well as its eyes as it trotted after the fleeing figure. |
| Ramoth04-03-05, 08:12 PM | DM! Soon Kulideb, Rodney, and Kel come to the spot where the two "Lioths" parted ways. Kulideb knows that Myran said "Lioth" was heading to the Lakes edge, but for some reason her nose is picking two scents and the one she believes to be "Lioth" heads away from the water! Which should she follow?? Myranthor and Khaira soon reach the edge of the lake. Part way out on the lake they see a boat with a figure in it (( turalisj )) It is "Lioth". Now all they have to do is catch him......or let him lead them to Malendor....... |
| Myranthor04-07-05, 09:19 AM | I approached my mouth from Khaira's ear, uttering my advice ont he course of actions we should follow: " I believe we should simply sink his ship now. It will be far easier to combat him while he's alone than when he will be with all of his comrades and allies. In the worse case, we'll have him tell us where we have to head, whether through torture or charm, and we can always get there through the air if we have no means of traveling over the water. " |
| Khaira04-07-05, 02:16 PM | Khaira nodded, silently, leaning close to Swiftwing, and whispering words to her faithful companion whilst a solitary hand reached out, pointing down to the ship. [COLOR=Blue]"There, my faithful friend, lies our quarry, in waiting. Let us proceed with swift, silent efficiency!" Khaira turned back to Myranthor, and began to speak a warning to him as Swiftwing began a swift, downward descent. Unfortunately, as the Roc began his downward descent, the wind swept by the both of them, carrying Khaira's soft-spoken words away, causing her to shout. "It would be foolish to sink the ship; he may very well have some sort of map or evidence of where Malendor is on there! Furthermore, it would provide a swifter way to transport the entire group!" Turning around then, Khaira tensed, watching with anticipation as Swiftwing began nearing the ship, and her body moving with the movements of the Roc, so that she did not fall. Swiftwing's body was now positioned in a downwards dive and , as it neared the floor of the ship, it's body straightened, skillfully soaring directly above 'Lioth', it's claws snapping as it attempted to retrieve the perceived villain. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-14-05, 09:39 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The colourful, chaotic extasy is which my mind was held for a time i am reluctant to estimate disappeared, as Chiara's angel bid me farewell, and my eyes began to once again see the illusion most call "Phisical Reality". I saw the one whose cause i was here to serve mount a gigantic bird of prey, and instinctively lept after him; Instinctively, for at that moment i was turned - or perhaps chose to turn at this moment - to the world with my wilder facet, that of a "beast" as most would dub it. Once on the bird's back, i crawled closer to my master, and touched his hand with my muzzle, stretching my muscles as if after a sleep; As-if, for i know my body did not sleep at all during the time i was reveling in the company of Chiatra's miniature angel... |
| Myranthor04-14-05, 10:47 AM | Meanwhile, as the gigantic bird attempted to exercize artistical figures in the air, accomplishing outstanding maoeuvers, despite its gargantuan mass, I desperately tried to grab some part of feathers, a firm part of its body in the hope of remaining firmly glued to the raptor's back. Tricked by a long inactivity, confused, bedazzled by my magical and more comfortable means of transportation, I never manged to keep a good hold of the rather unusual mount, falling violently on one of the ship's extremity. Down on the aquatic vessel, conscious of the threatening presence of the polymorphed half-dragon and the cruel absence of my loyal, if strange and purplish, protector, I resorted to a very elementary, yet extremely useful spell, which produced no visible effect. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-15-05, 12:29 PM | ...and suddenly my master was no longer there. The reason might have been our carrier's movement, which - although could constitute for naught but the shade of a shadow of the swirling i have witnessed ere my "awakening" - was probably quite challanging for creatures of matter, even those aerial. I looked down, and indeed that was the direction my summoner has gone. I retracted my claws, and turned with my elven side to the world, then my feet to the boat in which he sat. My perspective, however, was altered by the quick turning of facets mid-air, and so i landed in water. Laying both hands on the boat's side, i threw my lag inside,a nd followed with the rest of my body, rolling into the boat and out of the water. Looking at the elf, i offered him a smile. My hand rested on the chain wrapped diagonally acros my torso, for i only resumed my awreness recently, and was not sure whether the third person in our boat - a human, it seemed, of a species common to Everkec and frequent in Arena - was hostyle or not. Oh then did the memory return, of all that has happened during the time of my partial absence. Chiara did keep my spirit from faltering while my soul laied with her. Now i knew that the man on this boat was chased by our company; also i knew that it was a representative of the power holding a captive, after which this company has been searching; and finally, i knew that a hunter's ambush is expected to lie, where this one might lead us, not necesserily around the one we seek, but possibly on a place where our victory would be useless. The most important - for this moment in time - thing i realized was that our pack is close behind, and time is what we lack. And so, i parted my lips, and streigned my chords; my staying with the Keeper of Chaos was not devote of new melodical discoveries: "No wind shall blow, no wave shall rise, Untill our foes accept demise. Theyr feeble means of late rereat Cannae deprive us of our treat! Tears shall obscure the sinners' eyes Whilst Water seizes them in Ice..." If all goes well, my pitch-sung march is ought to bring the boat to a halt, or atlest slow it to a crawl, as the sea's temper becomes all too calm for moving uppon its surface, and a heavy lump of ice grips both the boat's buttom, and our quarry's heart. |
| ruthia04-16-05, 04:40 AM | Sevral things seem to happen to "Lioth" at once, but for some reason he doesn't seem surprised by it all. In fact, he seems rather smuge as he looks at the two of them. He had just ducked under Swiftwings reach, he knew the giant bird would be coming around to try again but he didn't seemed bothered. Nor was he bothered when CM's spell stopped the ship cold. Instead, he sat down and laughed! In between laughs he says "So you've caught me. Good job. Now what are you going to do with me?" |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-16-05, 12:10 PM | Chan blinks at the queer human, surprised at the question, then shrugs gracefully, and replies, as if his answer was too obvious to necesserily be spoken: "Why, slay and devourrre thee, ofcourrrse... we've trrraveled furrr long, and had few opurrrtunities to rest or feed... you must underrrstand, sirrr!" As he finishes to utter the final senence, his jaw begins melting, revealing feline jaws; and as the same happens to his neck adn throat, his pronounciation is altered and flawed, sounding more and more like a purring growl. Claws slowly hatch from his still elven fingers; ere two minutes pass, only his eyes remain elven, with the purple lynx's gentle left forepaw leaning on its prey's right shoulder, and the other casually raised a bit above the man's neck. |
| ruthia04-17-05, 04:43 AM | "Lioth" continued to laugh, even as Chan threatened to take his life. "Oh very good, very good. So you kill me and go save your friends, since you OBVIOUSLY already know where they are." He suddenly looked directly at Myranthor, a grin still on his face as he says "Such a pitty really, the Master had already promised me the elven girl as a snack. I'd eat that pathictic excuse for a dragon also, but I don't think the boss's other helpers are going to leave much of him when their through..." "Lioth" continued to laugh.......... |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-17-05, 06:23 AM | "Mahw frrrchnts?", asks the beast, sounding completely surprised, while sinks a left claw into the neck it laies on. The prick should release some blood, but not quite tear the vein - unless, ofcourse, the human puts it into his head to jerk suddenly from the pain, in which case he'd still be hurt more than that. Soon the claw retreats, but instead of being retracted, it just melts into an elegant finger, and the rest of Ting soon follows, untill a purple-haired elf stands there once again. "My frrriends"?, he repeats with no less surprise. Now that his pronounciation is not restricted by the limitedness of a feline throat, one can clearly that the creature isn't only surprise, but also feels hurt by the mention of his friends. "Two arrre slain, one and the otherrr fourrr have met a less benevolent fate. therrre is one morrre, but i hearrr thrrrough yourrr worrrds that you know naught of herrr: She is no elf, and the drrrake, Norrr, is long drrrained off his verrry soul! As forrr snacks..." With these words, the antherion lungest suddenly with his head forth and a little bit aside, in an attempt to bite his adversary's ear off. The only thing that visibly changes about him pryor to that are the teeth. Regardless of failure or success, he continues with the same melancholic, practicly depressing tone: "I am not herrre to rrescue ones who arrre in the hands of gods now, norr those whose existance has been sinfully terrrminated: I am but a serrrvant of Eterrrnity, at the bidding Ourrr Lady Chiarrra..." And after a short pause, another lunge follows, this time without moving his head aside, but aiming streight to the face, only tilting it, in an attempt snap off the human's nose. All this time, Ting's eyes express chasmical innosence and a plea for sympathy. No hint of cruelty, or feeling of supremacy can be found in them, not in his thoughts in feelings. |
| Drindin04-18-05, 04:08 PM | The invisible flyer cirlced about, trying to find out where her quarry went... ((If miss DM could give me more info relevant to me, that would help, I've been gone for four days..) |
| Drindin04-19-05, 12:05 PM | The invisible thing circled, and thought for a moment. I'll trust the wolves' sense of smell, over the Roc's eyesight... they probably know better who to follow... With a stiff gust of air, the thing starts following the Wolf, Rodney, and Kel'rea... |
| Khaira04-19-05, 08:10 PM | Quickly, hastily, Swiftwing made a quick turn, moving to make another pass at the enemy on the ship. Khaira's eyes peered at the man, her gaze quizzical and one of shock as she noticed the now frozen sea. Looking down, she noticed a figure besides Myranthor upon the ship. Who was that, and where had he come from? Increasing in speed, Swiftwing moved toward the ship and then, slowing down, landed on the ship, a fierce, hawk-like gaze regarding the prone man and Ting seemingly beginning to rip him apart. Jumping from the back of the roc, Khaira approached the man, her two swords both sliding out of their sheaths simultaneously, held in a relaxed position. Smirking, she regarded the prone, defenseless (or so it seemed) "Lioth", as she casually leaned on her magical long sword, whilst her short sword made motions in the air, emphasizing her words. "Looks like you've gotten yourself into a handsome situation, sir. A shape-changing man ready to devour you for dinner, a superbly talented arcane master ready, no doubt, with a spell to make matters unpleasant for you..." Khaira paused for emphasis, looking to the roc and ... winking to Swiftwing. Her short sword pointed towards the roc, now appearing to eye Lioth with an oddly distrubing look of hunger in his eyes. Turning back to Lioth, she smirked again. "...and a roc. A very hungry roc, mind you; all he's had for a while, from what I gather, are small game creatures. Rabbits, squirrels, the like. Such specimens never really fill rocs up, you know. Then again, there's not much that fills rocs up, 'sides elephants and horses. Her visage changed from a disturbingly jovial assesment of the situation to a grim, deadly promise as she lifted the long sword from the ground and approached Lioth. Her voice was only a whisper, though her words carried much more weight than any tone could ever present. "...and a very determined and extremely annoyed bardess. You know, elves live for a long, long time, and they seldom forget much. Their friends are very valuable to them, and when you threaten the security of those friends..." She shook her head, making a strange tsk-tsk'ing sound as she bent low to regard Lioth. "...they just go mad. Have you ever seen a mad, crazed elf? No? They do awful, terrible things. Cut out tongues, detach various body parts and make their enemies eat them...but that's just the surface. And, you know, females are even worse. They are the passionate, loving ones but when their friends are threatened...their opposite, dark side comes out. If you think what you experience now is bad, just wait..." She paused again, her long sword reaching out and, starting at Lioth's leg, began to inch up, slowly and gradually, until the long sword rested just below his groin, hardly inches away from piercing it. "Crazed, female elves do not often hold back; they are quite unreasonable, and crueler than even the worst of the drow. It would thus be detrimental for you not to cooperate; I will make your life a living hell before you die, scum." Indeed, as Khaira finished speaking, her eyes did seem to glint with a fear-inciting madness, one of those determined, cruel and ... evil looks that only the most apathetic have. "Tell me, now, where is my friend, Malendor?" |
| Lioth04-20-05, 09:08 AM | "Lioth" laughs. "Who's Malendor? Unless your talking about that red dragon brat, all I can say is my employer has him well entertained. I don't know excatly which room he's in, but one of the bosses minions was having some fun with him before I left. Apparently that brat is very good at bleeding." He grins even more as he looks at the "Crazy elf's" face. "Of course, I don't know what the boss has done with the little red haired elf that Noirs caught. He said I could eater her later, after he was done with her." Suddenly the calm appearing "Lioth" stands and runs to the edge of the boat. There he jumps onto the frozen water surrounding the boat, then races to the edge and jumps into the water. He starts swimming for the distant shore line of the little island, using fast powerfull strokes in his effort to get away. Meanwhile Lioth runs a fast as he can through the woods, taken a very unused, unmarked path through the little land bridge. In the distances he can feel the other "Lioth" get caught and make an escape attempt. Inwardly he grins, the plan is going well and the hero's have all followed the fake....... Kulideb Pausing at where the tracks split, Kuldeb allows her wolf instincts to take over briefly. She knows she will not be in this body much longer, so taking advantage of it's good parts now she finds that the one that smelled more like Lioth went to the left. Looking on her back to make sure Rodney was still hanging on, she takes off through the trees occasionally glancing behind her to see if Kel-Rye was still following her. The tracks she is following are not very old, but her prey is still much futher ahead of her then she would like. But she doesn't dare pick up speed, least Rodney fall off...... |
| ruthia04-21-05, 08:29 AM | (Chan's Attack) "Lioth" Now Suffers from a missing part of his ear and the tip of his nose being very raw as he barely pulled it out of the way in time. (Khaira's Pose) As "Lioth" got up to run, Khaira's sword misses his throat by meer inches. But she did manage to slice up his arm very baddly and as he ran to the edge of the boat she also manages to slice up his leg baddly. Thus as he swims away, it's not as fast as he would like. In fact he's so slow that Swiftwing has ample oppertunity to catch him............... (Myranthor's spell) OOC: Can't really comment on this cause I don't know what you did....... ((So everyone hit him and hurt him. He's bleeding from numorous places, he's very injured, and he doesn't seem to care about being injured ((Thus no reaction from him)). So Swiftwing can pick him up like a fishy and drag him back....Or maybe Myran has a nifty spell. Ok???????)) |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai04-22-05, 12:04 AM | With an artistic motion that may well be defined as gracefulness incarnate, Chan swings and hurls his chain, after runing to the edge of the ice, hoping to capture the runaway, who is slowed by two swordwounds. From the gleam in Ting's eyes, one could think he percieves this as nothing but a game, or - at most - a hunt for food. And that, in contrast to the melancholy and pathos he seemed to be surrounded with while torturing the captive just a few moments ago. |
| Khaira04-22-05, 08:04 PM | As Lioth narrowly escaped both Khaira's and Chan Ting's grasps, Swiftwing narrowed it's eyes and let out a great, shrill cry of dissapointment and ... anger? Khaira shook her head as she watched Lioth continued to attempt to swim away, muttering to herself. "Y'won't get very far..." She turned to Swiftwing, then, smiling as the great bird began to flap it's wings in preparation for take off. The bardess ran, quickly, leaping a great distance, to clamber up her winged companion. In only a moment, Swiftwing was up in the air, and steadily soaring towards Lioth. Khaira smiled an odd sort of smile, a sense of excitement shining through her eyes as her melodic voice rang out above the futile splashes of Lioth. "At last, dinner for a hungry Roc!" Khaira and Swiftwing then soared down, the Roc's claws opening in bright anticipation... |
| Myranthor04-24-05, 07:46 PM | From the other side of the ship, I glanced at how the three agressive negotiators argued, admiring Chan's particular way of threatening the unreasonable captive, without ever losing his personnal, playful touch, and shivered as Khaira once more personnified a despicable drow matron, recalling in my tired mind a strange, interesting analysis made by a renowned theologist, who thought it possible that, in fact, Lolth was a dreaded symbol, an emblem of womanly love turned awry, acting as an unforgettable warning for all male elves that courting was a game as alluring as it was dangerous. I had stayed put, knowing that it wasn't my time yet to intervene, and that it would be foolish of me to get close to an enemy, in case he'd attack suddenly. Unexpectedly, however, Malendor's clone broke free from my two partner's lethal embrace, diving in the large stream, hoping to get away from all of us with this trivial mean of transportation, despite the presences of both an arcane caster an a gargantuan bird of prey having all their eyes locked on his little, pathetic, fleeing form. I hastily rushed to the ship extremity, barely dodging Chan's circling chain, magic rollling over from the surrounding sea, manipulated through elementary formulas. "Within the vulgar, stubborn common mass, Not many, to resist the wizard, have dared, Tho, you who lack the simplest openmindedness, Watch your will crystallize as the most fragile glass." Over my hands appeared ethereal appendages, clawed, feral limbs, leaving my body to fly to lioth's vulnerable visage, scratching, bruising, hacking through his weakened skin, unfolding to the thaumaturgist arrogant eyes his soft, malleable gray matter. *This spell has a DC of 21. If it works, "Lioth"will lose much Will, his spirit being broken by the spectal hands, which will make him far more cooperative in the near future... |
| ruthia04-26-05, 08:35 AM | :D As Myranthor's spell takes effect several things happen. "Lioth" seems to slow down even more, basically stopping in the water as he is attacked by the unseen force. Chan's chains wrap around Lioth's ankle, brusing it further and causing it to bleed. Khaira and Swift manage to get "Lioth" by the arms and lift him out of the water. "Lioth" is now in sever pain, as he is being attacked by an unseen force and streched in two. Though he is not reacting as of yet.... |
| Drindin04-28-05, 12:36 AM | Kulideb Pausing at where the tracks split, Kuldeb allows her wolf instincts to take over briefly. She knows she will not be in this body much longer, so taking advantage of it's good parts now she finds that the one that smelled more like Lioth went to the left. Looking on her back to make sure Rodney was still hanging on, she takes off through the trees occasionally glancing behind her to see if Kel-Rye was still following her. The tracks she is following are not very old, but her prey is still much futher ahead of her then she would like. But she doesn't dare pick up speed, least Rodney fall off...... Rodney holds on for dear life, and as he charges, he prays. His holy symbol glows a moment, and his head perks up, and he looks to the sky. "We're being followed..." He murmurs softly. ((FYI: Rodney cast 'Detect Evil'. The 'blue haired woman' willingly failed any save she might have had, and let herself be detected...)) |
| ruthia05-12-05, 08:57 AM | Kulideb is unable to tell Rodney that she understands, but she quickens her pace a bit to try and show that she understands what he said. Meanwhile the real Lioth has made his way to the other side of the little land bridge he was on. He stop briefly to observe the rescuers. He could see the boat group pretty clearly as the caught the one they thought was him. He also could tell by how quick that they caught him that the whole group hadn't followed the decoy, there were still some missing. Grinning he sits a bit and waits, knowing he will have warning if any get near him. |
| Khaira05-12-05, 12:55 PM | As Swiftwing securely grappled the man by the arms, his great wings slapped vigorously, lifting both the roc and the bardess out of the low, dangerous position they had been in near to the water. Pointing to the boat, where Myranthor and Chan both waited, Khaira uttered a command. "My faithful friend, let us return, with our captive!" Swiftwing soared, then, back to the boat, dropping "Lioth", none too gently, onto the floor of where the boat now sat, while she, not waiting for the roc to land, leaped from the still moving Swiftwing, her swords in hand once again. She walked over to the attempted escapee, a grim visage on her face and venom in her voice as she spoke. "Thought you'd try an escape, eh? I see you didn't get very far. Once again, I must warn you the brashness of mad, crazed, female elves..." One of her blade reached down then, resting calmly - but forcefully - on his leg. Her eyes gazed into "Lioth's" own, threatening to take his very soul if she had to and, when she spoke her next words, there seemed to be no room for argument in her steely tone. "You will talk. Now." |
| Lioth05-18-05, 09:44 AM | After being praticully torn in two "Lioth" still wasn't showing pain or fear. In fact, when Khaira treatened him he gives her a blank look and says. "Do your worst devil. You are nothing compared to the Master, he can do things that make anything you could do pale in comparision." He went to go on, but something finally did make him flinch. He see's Myranthor standing behind Khaira. Just seeing Myranthor seemed to be enough to make "Lioth" flinch. "Fine FINE, I'll talk. The master has that dragon brat in a cave on the island there. Though I don't know for how much longer that brat will live, he's been beaten up so much I wouln't be surprised if he had bleed to death by now. In fact the only one that might still be alive would be the red haired elf. She's there too, though not in the dungoens like the dragon. See seems to be in the Master chambers for his....enjoyment." |
| Khaira05-21-05, 05:17 PM | The seemingly twisted, crazed bardess smiled an equally twisted smile at the man. It was more of a cruel smile, however, more befitting of a sadistic dark elf rather than a comely elven bardess. "I am glad you have been convinced to cooperate." Khaira turned, almost as if she would begin to leave, but then inclined her head back around to regard "Lioth". "Oh, but don't be thinking your getting off as easy as all that. You're coming with us, most likely at sword point. You are, after all, an ideal target for the traps that your Master has set to be sprung on. You may actually prove of some use yet..." As Khaira turned to regard Myranthor, she deftly - and rather forcefully - connected her heel with "Lioth's" jaw, smiling to the elven wizard. "Well, my bold companion, our path is set, provided the scum is not lying. We should depart soon; I am all too eager to see the lifeblood of this "Master" flow like a river upon the ground as it departs his or her's lifeless body." |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai05-21-05, 07:29 PM | Whether by coincidence or intension, but while Khaira's leg is directed at the captive's jaw, he is not left to fall on his back - neither in a direct sence, nor ina metaphorical one. The other, who has not long ago seemed to consider "Lioth" naught but a meal, is surprsingly there to catch them, and quite gently at that. His tone is soothening, calming, the male lips emitting intonations that seem feminine in nature, as if to compensate for the harsh words and blows this wounded subvillain had to endure from the one who looked like a fragile lady. "But would that not be unfair, that after we have nearly torn thee apiece, nigh devored thy flesh and mutiliated thy mind, thou'd be subjected to these horrible traps set by whatever monstrosity has forced thee into submission before?" The voice sounds benign, concerned, like soft arms carrying "Lioth" out of his hopeless situation. It seems to slightly split, as if another softer voice, identical in all but its slightly lower note, has joined Chan's primary voice, coming from his same throat. "Besides, my own mastery of such things - traps of all sorts - is such, i assure thee, that they shall pose no chalenge to me, once we arrive. Wherefore to bid thy life forfeit, when it'd serve no true goal?" And before the confusion from his sudden change of heart could sink, Ting continues, now obviously in two harmoniously-combined voices: "Come, tell us of this terrible suppostate who has forced thee to fall uppon our claws, and who holds these poor creatures in captivity, and i shall remove all dangers from thy path; As i said, the undoing of traps is as a pleassurable game to me..." Although the antherion did not seem to sing, not even in the form of a blank verse, something about his split voice seems to aquire the same quality as the one felt when he sings, affecting his surroundings with the words and melody. Now it seems like a third voice - a whisper - has joined Ting's voices, coming from his own throat as well, as he finishes relaying his convincing thought - "...Thou need'st not risk thy own wellbeing more than thou hast as yet." {What Chanting Mistery does is the analogue of a Suggestion spell {bardic}, the suggestion beign something along the lines of "Tell us every freakin' thing 'bout yo' master, biatch, or we be usin y'ass fo' screwin' wid traps, knowa'msayin?". And yes - for incase you're pondering - i AM drunk as all hell, seeing as it's Aquarelle's birthday today, and i'm just back from the party.} |
| ruthia05-27-05, 08:11 AM | After the kick by Khaira makes "Lioth" wince in pain, when Chanting's suggestion came up he was almost very willing to talk, prehaps to willing..... Looking around him as if checking to make sure no one was watching, as if he was afraid his master was right there ready to smitte him down the moment he goes to speak, "Lioth" Whispers one word. "Jerado." |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai05-27-05, 09:01 AM | The name sais nothing to Ting, but hoping it says more to those whose summoning he followed, he nods and with a patient smile almost purrs: "Go on..." |
| ruthia06-19-05, 11:54 AM | "Lioth" gulps a bit and stammers out "He name is Jerado. Though he's probaly not there anymore, he likes to leave the work to us underlings. He was working with a odd man named Blanc Thantos, who origanly had mmeee capture Malendor. But then he had his guy Noir capture that Elvina girl when our double agent wasn't getting enough of you killed. But then Blanc dissappeared and left Jerado in charge....." Lioth" trails off. |
| Myranthor06-19-05, 12:30 PM | When the man mentionned Elvina, I frowned a little, crossing my arms on my chest, visibly disturbed by his last words. He truthfully answered to Chan Ting"s melodious question, so melodious that the air itself crackled with arcane energy and subtle enchantments while the purplish elf seduced his unwary victim. Nevertheless, it appeared that the solitary villain hadn't been really convinced by our ally's method, for he was still being uncooperative, keeping under his breath the information we really wanted. "Allow me to step in, mister. I believe that we'd be much more interested in knowing who, finally, is present at the lair in which we're just about to tread and, secondly, what are the motivation of your amster. Why has he captured Malendor?" |
| ruthia06-19-05, 01:49 PM | "Lioth" Hisses at the annoyingly stuck up elf. "I don't know why he wanted that brat! And I already told you JERADO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" As "Lioth" says this he suddenly goes into a spasm and passes out. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai06-20-05, 10:17 AM | "Have you not said that Jerado is not likely to still await there?" Less than one tenth of a second after that sentence leaves Chan's mouth, he semi-backsteps to an alert pose, as the captive's fit takes place. Realizing this was not an attempt to attack, he relaxes his muscles, and hmmms with curiosity. "Could it be that a geas, or some lesser means to the same end, was laied uppon him, to make the revealing of his master's secrets painful... to the extent of a shock such as this?" At the time of speakin, the purple elf's face showed worry. Worry that he knew others won't be fooled into writing off as concern for the capive's state. "...Meffears i failed to calm him, he was yet afraid to admit his works to aid this Jerado - heard you what labor he squeezed the word "me" through his throat with?" And yet he felt that replique did little to conceal his unease as well: he blinked rapidly throughout the pronounciation of two whole sullables of the sentance, if not more, and knew it was surely noticed. "...At any rate, we must awaken him - has anyone a ready way to do so? - for further questioning. He has yet to tell us much of use regarding this Jerado, such as the pray's weaknesses and methods; moreover, he has mentioned a double agent, yet we know not who that false aly may be..." And yet this was hardly enough, although he has regained full controll of his mimic. The blessing granted to him before he was sent to aid this team was fading off, and Chanting Mistery was now striken by his percieved transparancy. Why so soon? Perhaps Chiara, or - most likely - the other god trusted this quest would be over by now? Taking this blessing away after he has somewhat accostumed to it {and before the eyes of those he was to assist} had a mighty impact on Ting, and he feared the new choice between compromizing his loyalties on one hand, and repeatedly offending these people around him, and then those who pursued the other underling of theyr tormentor, by revealing his motives... thoughts... beliefs... desires... secrets... He could easily lead them to belive he was the double agent this captive spoke of, then claim he failed to slay any of them due to mercy - that would doubtlessly ensure his freedom from theyr retribution - and leave to follow them from afar. But would he be equally useful to the wizard, Myranthor, fom that position? He doubted it, and without being sure, he could not take a step that may reduce his efficiency and risk the cause of his summoner. Desiding this would not be an option {and trustng the fact that the averege elf and man are unliely to notice - unless intentionally epecting such signs - even those signs of dishonesty that for him are obvious}, Chan merely shakes his purple-haired head, as if to dismiss any shadow that has crossed his features in these last few secinds, and with a light smile murmurs: "Pay no mind to my sudden neursity... twas but thought of a lost love, irrelevantly intoxicating my thoughts" |
| Myranthor06-24-05, 07:15 PM | "Pay no mind to my sudden neursity... twas but thought of a lost love, irrelevantly intoxicating my thoughts" What did he, unexpectedly, mention, at this time, just as we were interrrogating a helpless, yet surprisingly confusing and incoherent captive? It was comments such as those, those that seemed to came from no distinguishable motives or causes, that made me completely realize how little we all knew about Chan Ting, yet offered him our total and blind trust - maybe wrongly. Why would we trust, after all, a creature that can't even be identified, that doesn't even have a repertoried kind, and was accidentally summoned because of a warped and twisted divination spell. The sroll with which ihe was invoked could even have been cursed, for all we knew. It was not the time for such disturbing thoughts. We still have Malendor to save, Elvina to rescue, a riddle to unlock and the "master" to confront, not to mention that I should've also been trying to discover more about the little girl and her head's scary inhabitant and the strange merchant's past. Their whereabouts, however, were for the moment unknown to me. I walked to the helpless victim of our combined blows, laying upon his neck two fingers, searching, uselessly, for his pulse. " Forget about him, my friends. It appears thathe is gone for. I'd suggest that you, khaira, could mount Swiftwing and reach the others that we left on the shore and bring them here, so that we could sail to the other side of this body of water. Then we'll finally meet, I presume, our host." |
| Khaira06-24-05, 10:05 PM | Khaira looked to Lioth as he passed out with an expression of stone, neither sorrowful nor elated for his pain. She seemed to stare at the traitor for a while, then, until her companion's words brought her back to the present. "Forget about him, my friends. It appears thathe is gone for. I'd suggest that you, khaira, could mount Swiftwing and reach the others that we left on the shore and bring them here, so that we could sail to the other side of this body of water. Then we'll finally meet, I presume, our host." Again her gaze turned towards the unconcious being. "No death could be too swift for this man." Her words seemed quick, harsh, full of passion...and exactly the type of thing one would expect from the seemingly spur-of-the-moment elf. She gazed at her other companion, Swiftwing the Roc, and turned back to her two comrades. "With all haste I will go to the remainder of our group, hoping that they have not already met a powerful foe. I will return soon and, I hope, with our friends." Khaira moved to Swiftwing and practically vaulted herself on top of the roc's back, sheathing her short sword before she pointed her long sword to the opposing shore, where the rest of her companions chased after yet another enemy. With a powerful leap, Swiftwing and Khaira were once again soaring through the blue skies, in search of the remainder of their group. |
| ruthia06-24-05, 10:33 PM | As Khaira flies off the real Lioth senses that his clone is dead. With a shrug he runs off to report to the master that things are moving acording to plan.... Khair finds the others almost on the other side of the lake, following a path the Wolf/Kulideb's nose has picked out. She spots them just as they exit the tree's into a little clearing that had been occupied by the real Lioth not to long ago.......... Kulideb stops in the clearing and sniffs the air. Her senses get confused, she thinks she can smell the man but....Suddenly there is a small flash as Kulideb becomes a elf once more.................... |
| Myranthor06-26-05, 08:57 AM | I looked at the elvish lady, disappearing on her huge mount from our vision, while she went away to search for our wandering companions. "Chan", I said, turning to him, "I would like it very much if you could take care of this vessel by yourself, until they arrive. I will be in one of the boat's cabin, preparing myself for the pleasurable meeting will undoubtedly have with this cadver's master. " Unless Ting' answers anything that would change my mind, I left his company, going down a ladder to study, more or less peacefully, in the boat's hold. |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai06-26-05, 12:09 PM | Looking unhappily at the captive, who was already defined as a corpse, the purple one nodded to Khaira's words: "Trrrue... norrr, purrrhaps, too slow... Yet meffearrrs this death of his prroved too swift forr us. Hope be, those who purrsued ye otherr prrray, enjoy a grreaterr usefulness of thyerrr quarry." Then, instantly turning his head to Myranthor's voice, he purred his agreement and added: "Shall i maintain its currrrrent courrrse?" He had some preparation of his own, but peforming phisical tasks sometime aids, and never distorts this kind of preparation, as he learnt over the years. Besides, much depended on things that will only become clear, when the ones Khaira flew to meet - thereby keeping her mount from disposing of the corpse in a useful way - are reunited with. |
| Myranthor06-26-05, 12:12 PM | "I believe we should simply stay stable for the moment, at least until we see if Khaira will transport all of our companion in the air to the boat, or if she'd rather have them take the boat from the land. If the latter is the case, we,ll then have to go back to the shore." I then left the bridge, wondering which weapons I'd arm myself with. |
| Drindin06-26-05, 07:51 PM | Kulideb stops in the clearing and sniffs the air. Her senses get confused, she thinks she can smell the man but....Suddenly there is a small flash as Kulideb becomes a elf once more.................... Rodney blinks, and falls off... The invisible thing that's above kulideb and rodney continues to circle, making sure to keep out of reach of Kharia... (er... I need to check out where Kel is before I can do much with her...) |
| Drindin06-27-05, 12:11 AM | Kel, left behind by everyone else, decides to try and follow the route that Kulideb and rodney took... The roc may (or may not) be able to pick up the sent of rotting flesh hanging in the air in the area where the invisible thing is circling... |
| Khaira06-28-05, 12:09 PM | Khaira was flying and nearing the shore; everything seemed to be working out this time. She'd received no mishaps, no sudden obstacles had been placed in her way. In fact, Swiftwing was just preparing to make the dive to land when she noticed it's body tensed up. It had most likely sensed something but...what? Khaira's thoughts were rent asunder as Swiftwing split the silence in two with a high, shrill cry, intended as a warning signal to the invisible entity. Khaira looked around and, yet not seeing the offending entity, drew her short sword, her knees hugging Swiftwing in an attempt to stabilize herself. She trusted Swiftwing's judgement, as doing so in the past had saved her life from many an invisible creature. If there was another one her, it would have to be dispatched, and quickly. Looking around once again, she emited her own warning "Show yourself immediately!" |
| Drindin06-28-05, 07:06 PM | Rather than showing itself, a strong, feminine voice echoed through the air, with a sly edge to it... "I have a better idea... how about taking me where they are keeping Malendor, and then once he's sprung, I'll show myself?" |
| Khaira06-28-05, 10:22 PM | Khaira stood up as Swiftwing, startled, began to circle around the sound of the voice. Khaira's emerald eyes narrowed dangerously as she attempted to locate the source of the speaker. "I foresee some problems with your suggestion: First of all, I don't know who you are, who your allied with, nor if I can trust you. Second of all, if I lead you to Malendor, you may very well just kill him, since you may be with the enemy. Third of all, what makes you think I know where Malendor is? Trust is the first step towards comraderie. I'm afraid I won't go anywhere until I know I can trust you." |
| Drindin06-28-05, 11:21 PM | A thin chuckles fills the air. "Don't know me? I'm with you, of course! You may know me better as the wild sorceress that saved several of your comrades from zombies!" |
| Khaira06-28-05, 11:43 PM | Khaira smirked; what wild sorceress was she claiming that she was? What did she mean about those zombies? And which comrades? "Zombies? The name of the Hells are you talking about?! I know nothing about zombies. Which comrades did you supposedly save?" |
| Drindin07-01-05, 01:03 AM | The being sighed. "Never mind... I do remember watching you storm off after you and... Myranthor is his name...? Had your little, misunderstanding along with the half-blue mutt you're dragging around with your merry little troupe. You should be able to see a little runt and what I thought was a wolf if you look below you." Rodney peered up, spying Kharia. "Eagle? Big eagle! Miss kulideb! We must keep going!" He hollers, trying to drag Kuli along as he staggers foreward. |
| Khaira07-01-05, 01:48 AM | Khaira refused to relax her grip, still circling around on Swiftwing. "So you know the names of my companions and what they look like; could not the enemy have dispatched a spy?" It was then that Khaira heard the voices of her companions...she had to get to them, and quickly! Thinking quickly, Khaira looked around to see if she coudl spot the invisible thing. Seeing that, indeed, she could not, fires burned in her eyes as she looked towards her companions once again. "Fine. I still don't belive you...anyone could know what my companions look like and, if quiet enough, could have heard us speak their names. You still have given me no reason to trust you. Regardless, I must catch up with them. Come along if you can keep up! Swiftwing, catch up to them!" Swiftwing and Khaira dived sharply down, the Roc flying at full speed after her old companions. Her voice rang out, a sharp, soprano, reaching to the ears of her familiar friends. "Hold, companions! It is I, an ally!" |
| ruthia08-09-05, 08:53 PM | Halting confused in the clearing, Kulideb looks up at the bird coming down at her and Rodney. She can hear the voice and shouts to Rodney. "No! Wait Rodney it's Khaira.!" Jumping up and down and waving her arms Kulideb shouts. "Down Here!" ((In this pause Kel_Rye catches up to Them by pure luck....y..... ;) )) |
| Drindin08-09-05, 09:57 PM | Rodney looks up, flustered. "GRR! You peoples need to be less scarifyin' in the way you keep showin' up!" Kel'Rea blinks as she's suddenly there... "Um.... Ahem..." She looks at the flustered gnome and screeching eagle. "Did I miss something...?" There is nothing to say wether or not the... thing kept up with her. |
| Khaira08-10-05, 01:23 AM | (I'm still sleightly confused about who's supposed to go where to go into some something or other, but as far as I understand - which, mind you, isn't much - Kulideb, Rodney, and Kel'Rea are in the right place and Myran and Chan Ting are coming (or not?). Anyway, that's what I have concluded) Before Swiftwing touched the grond, Khaira was leaping from the top of the Roc, her red hair flying wildly as she addressed the myriad group of companions, her hands held up hastily. "Hold! Myranthor and our other ... deranged companion are waiting in a boat out in the middle of the lake with Lioth. We've learned from Lioth that his master - and, consequently, our friend, Malendor - are both nearby. 'Twould be best, no doubt if we want to survive this rescue, if we go in as one force instead of a scattered, rag-tag band. If you will wait here, I will go to retrieve our other companions." She paused, looking around suspciously. "Hm...the rotten smelling one msut've gotten lost..." |
| Drindin08-10-05, 01:42 AM | There is a flutter of wings, and the wild, blue haired woman approaches from the bushes. "Hardly. I'm still here. And I'd prefer you not call me the 'rotten smelling one'. Blue haired one will suffice." |
| Khaira08-10-05, 01:52 AM | Khaira smirks and crosses her arms. "Well, now that you've finally decided to show your ugly mug, I will. When one has naught but a smell to go on, and a certain individual will give no other information...well, there's not much left for a choice, now is there?" |
| ruthia08-12-05, 09:36 AM | (I'm still sleightly confused about who's supposed to go where to go into some something or other, but as far as I understand - which, mind you, isn't much - Kulideb, Rodney, and Kel'Rea are in the right place and Myran and Chan Ting are coming (or not?). Anyway, that's what I have concluded) Here's What Myran and Chan are doing. I believe we should simply stay stable for the moment, at least until we see if Khaira will transport all of our companion in the air to the boat, or if she'd rather have them take the boat from the land. If the latter is the case, we,ll then have to go back to the shore." I then left the bridge, wondering which weapons I'd arm myself with. So their sitting still on the lake waiting for Khaira. |
| Drindin08-19-05, 02:36 AM | Rodney and Kel'Rea look about. "We should get moving...." The blue haired woman nods her agreement. |
| kulideb08-20-05, 04:36 AM | Kuli looked at 'the blue haired one' and thought that rotten stinking one was more suitable though the smell didn’t seem to be quite so bad now she was back in her normal form. "Khaira!"She called out happily as the red haired womans feet touched the ground. She was glad to see her friend once more, a strange thought of rushing forward and licking Khaira sprang to her mind but the elf stopped herself from carring it out. Well, Ok may be it would take a little while till she was totally back to her old self. "I guess we should keep on moving."she said adding her own agremment to that of the others. |
| Khaira08-20-05, 08:06 PM | Rodney and Kel'Rea look about. "We should get moving...." Khaira, too, nodded her consent. "I concur. I shall go, then, to retrieve our loyal, nautical companions." "Khaira!"She called out happily as the red haired womans feet touched the ground "Greetings, arwenamin! A pleasure it is to see you, as always. If you would pardon me, I must go retrieve our companions, and reunite them with our merry group so that we may end the pain that our friend has undoubtedly suffered." Without another word, Khaira leaped aboard Swiftwing's back, rising with the Roc into the air and flying over the forest to where the ship was. She flew down, even with the ship, pointing at the beach that she had just returned from as she delivered a message to Chan Ting "Our companions await on the beach, comrade, and they have the trail which will carry them - and us, if we make haste - to the end of this damned wild goose chase!" |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai08-20-05, 09:45 PM | Chanting Mistery blinked, pondering how could a trail be found, now tha the captive was terminated from great distance by his master, before he would reveal much information; but figuring he'll discover that once he brings his summoner and himself to the other's company, he lept swiftly into motion, pulling the sails' ropes to catch the wind and channel the vessel into the direction indicated by Khaira. If nothing of note happens during the short sail, he shall mount the shore, descend, then after ting the vessel to a nearby tree, go back aboard to knock on the door of Myranthor's cabin. |
| ruthia08-20-05, 09:54 PM | :( Ok here's the scoop. Assume Myran doesn't answer the knock. Go to shore. As ship hits shore, Myran walks out and says nothing and they walk to the clearing..... Play it out for your own chars...Hopefully myran will be back soon or I might as well shut this thread....Because I'm running out of bad guys for this :( |
| kulideb08-21-05, 05:00 AM | Kuli watched as khaira and Swiftwing disapeared away into the sky. "I guess we should wait." the elf said to Rodney and the blue haired woman. With a shrug the elf sat down crossed legged. "It will be good to see everyone again..and to return home once more." |
| Drindin08-25-05, 10:28 PM | The blue haired woman looks up. "Nonsense. We have no time to waist..." She steps back, and spreads a pair of sapphire wings that sprout from her back. Suddenly, her form shifts into that of an Adult sapphire dragon. "Onto my back! Let us go forth, to victory!" Kel'rea wastes no time in mounting the Dragonesses back. Rodney, a little more hesitant, looks up at Kulideb. |
| Elvina08-26-05, 12:20 AM | The boat touches land, the two aboard depart as Khaira follows them. They get to the clearing just before everyone mounts the dragon.... |
| Quathmoir Dlaeh Issarhai08-26-05, 12:31 AM | Ting stops his mary pace, and blinks with slight disbelief as he sees the dragon. This was not here before... Another result of using the runed stone he retrieved from the beast's entrails? He looks at Myranthor with some confusion, as if asking whether he knows anything about it, but then notices everyone else, and darts in theyr direction with glee. After all, he did get quite attached to the huggable elven kid. |
| Khaira08-26-05, 10:03 PM | Khaira flies through shortly after Chan Ting, her and Swiftwing hovering above the dragon. "Come on, then, let's get a move on!" |
| kulideb08-27-05, 06:02 AM | Of course the sensible thing to do would be to stay put… Kuli jumped to her feet, and gave Rodney a hand on climbing up on to the dragons back before jumping up behind him. "I guess it wouldnt hurt to go see, now would it?"she said out loud. |
| Myranthor08-28-05, 10:10 PM | Looking upward at the blinding sky, I rose my voice and called for the bardess to heed my call. "Khaira, would you swoop down and carry me and Chan one again? I believe place will be scarce on our other vessel, and I still have to give you the magical stone you had when I summoned you here that you left me so I could study it on the boat." o O ( And, also, I don't like dragons that appear out of nowhere, especially when they're chromatic and I'd like to mutter a word of that subject in muttered whispers, in your ear.) |
| Khaira08-29-05, 04:41 PM | Khaira looked down to Myranthor, and brushed a handful of red hair out of her face, shrugging nonchalantly and nodding her consent. With an ease that spoke of years of airborne riding, Khaira guided Swiftwing to the ground, leaping off the roc before it had even touched the ground. An appologetic smile touched her lips as she recalled the events of the most recent journey when the elven arcane master had attempted to ride with her to the boat, but had abruptly departed soon after she had executed an aerial maeneuver. "I see no problems with carrying both you and Chan Ting to where we now go. I must express my appologies for our last trip - it is not often that I carry passengers, and I had forgotten that not all are experienced, as I am, in aerial mounts. I shall remember, this time, not to make any sudden movements." Khaira bowed, then, mounting Swiftwing quickly, holding out a hand to help her elven friend onto the mount. |
| death10-10-05, 08:35 PM | thats when u see some one walking towards u and u ask my what my name is and i said my name is death then i said where are you guys headed off to ? if you do not mind me asking you ? |
| ruthia10-10-05, 08:42 PM | thats when u see some one walking towards u and u ask my what my name is and i said my name is death then i said where are you guys headed off to ? if you do not mind me asking you ? ((OOC/DM: Hello Death and welcome to the MoP where anything can and most likely will happen. This thread which you have posted on is currently a closed thread, meaning you need my permission to post on it before doing so. In order to get the information you would need to play in this particular thread of adventure you would need to read the Very first post and PM me. But unfortantly I am very sad to say this is a dead thread....... Might want to try any thread thats had a post on it in the last month or so.....)) |