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Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Vorpal Rapier on Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:00 pm
Adventurers, what a coincidence we should be gathered here this tonight
and there is but one thing that can fill the night with wonder and delight
so let’s arrange the chairs in a circle and remember laughs and frights
for tonight we sit and share the best of times and the best of fights
so let’s order a round of drinks to warm our hearts with brew
for only round a circle and perhaps a drink or two
can the likes of us be trusted to tell a story that is true
-"Adventurer's Call" by Vorpal Rapier
and there is but one thing that can fill the night with wonder and delight
so let’s arrange the chairs in a circle and remember laughs and frights
for tonight we sit and share the best of times and the best of fights
so let’s order a round of drinks to warm our hearts with brew
for only round a circle and perhaps a drink or two
can the likes of us be trusted to tell a story that is true
-"Adventurer's Call" by Vorpal Rapier
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Vorpal Rapier on Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:02 pm
. Nami looked around at the woods surrounding the path and smiled, it had been a long time since she had just been able to walk like this. She started to sing to herself quietly, but contently and happily. She heard a drum pick up the same beat as her singing and smile at Sue standing there on her right shoulder. She had almost finished the song when she heard a rustling from the brush to her right.
. She fell silent immediately and brought her shield up between herself and where the noise had come from. Sue jumped down from her shoulder and a second later was acting as Nami’s right arm again. Name reached into her cloak and pulled one of her pila (Plural of pilum, the roman javelin) out of her cloak and prepared to throw just as she heard a second noise come from the behind her. She turned her head to look and barely block the first attacker with her shield and saw the second one leaping out of the bushes. She chucked the pilum in the second one’s general direction and must have been lucky because she heard the creature howl in pain. She reached into her cloak for her Xiphos (Greek Short-sword) as the first attacker slammed into her small shield again, forcing her to one knee in order to stay mostly up right.
. The attacker raised its morningstar for another swing and Nami reacted leaping at the much taller creature but her sword fell harmlessly against its shield and she was forced to retreat a few steps. She looked in all directions rapidly and noted that her pilum had hit the second attacker in its right arm but had not done anything to keep it from coming after her again. She also noted that two more of the creatures had come out of the woods. “By the realms, I hate bugbears. They just don’t like to die and are far too quiet for their size.” She thought as she narrowly avoided another swing from the injured bugbear. “Not to mention strong, I don’t know how many of these hits I’ll be able to take. It looks like I’m not going to get through tits one unscathed.”
. She continued as she scrambled out of the way of her third attackers sword and using her shield to deflect the fourth one’s spear. “Here goes nothing” she thought as the first attack swung again. She dodged inside the swing and created a ball of light on the end of her sword and flung it at the fourth bugbear’s face. The ball of light homed in on the bugbear and stuck to its face and glowed right in front of its eyes. The second bugbear swung at her, forcing her to dodge in the direction of the third bugbear, and into sword range. She pulled a small amount of water out of sue and launched it at the third bugbear, causing an audible crunch as it hit the bugbear on its nose. The first bugbear swung again and caught her with a glancing blow on her right shoulder, which was more than enough to knock her to the ground.
. She rolled quickly away from the second bugbear and rose to her feet ready for another attack. The third bugbear swung its sword at her she deflected the blow with her shied and lunged at the overextended bugbear, ramming her sword through its stomach. She pulled her sword back out quickly and painfully deflected another blow from the first bugbear’s morningstar with her shield. Her left arm now complaining vigorously, she lunged at the second bugbear, which knocked her aside with its shield. She picked herself up slowly, and was barely up in time to avoid being hit by the first bugbear. “I’m not going to win this fight at this rate, I hate to admit it even to myself but the Miserable Little Halfling needs help or a miracle” she thought, breathing hard, but ready to jump out of the way of the bugbear’s next attack…
. She fell silent immediately and brought her shield up between herself and where the noise had come from. Sue jumped down from her shoulder and a second later was acting as Nami’s right arm again. Name reached into her cloak and pulled one of her pila (Plural of pilum, the roman javelin) out of her cloak and prepared to throw just as she heard a second noise come from the behind her. She turned her head to look and barely block the first attacker with her shield and saw the second one leaping out of the bushes. She chucked the pilum in the second one’s general direction and must have been lucky because she heard the creature howl in pain. She reached into her cloak for her Xiphos (Greek Short-sword) as the first attacker slammed into her small shield again, forcing her to one knee in order to stay mostly up right.
. The attacker raised its morningstar for another swing and Nami reacted leaping at the much taller creature but her sword fell harmlessly against its shield and she was forced to retreat a few steps. She looked in all directions rapidly and noted that her pilum had hit the second attacker in its right arm but had not done anything to keep it from coming after her again. She also noted that two more of the creatures had come out of the woods. “By the realms, I hate bugbears. They just don’t like to die and are far too quiet for their size.” She thought as she narrowly avoided another swing from the injured bugbear. “Not to mention strong, I don’t know how many of these hits I’ll be able to take. It looks like I’m not going to get through tits one unscathed.”
. She continued as she scrambled out of the way of her third attackers sword and using her shield to deflect the fourth one’s spear. “Here goes nothing” she thought as the first attack swung again. She dodged inside the swing and created a ball of light on the end of her sword and flung it at the fourth bugbear’s face. The ball of light homed in on the bugbear and stuck to its face and glowed right in front of its eyes. The second bugbear swung at her, forcing her to dodge in the direction of the third bugbear, and into sword range. She pulled a small amount of water out of sue and launched it at the third bugbear, causing an audible crunch as it hit the bugbear on its nose. The first bugbear swung again and caught her with a glancing blow on her right shoulder, which was more than enough to knock her to the ground.
. She rolled quickly away from the second bugbear and rose to her feet ready for another attack. The third bugbear swung its sword at her she deflected the blow with her shied and lunged at the overextended bugbear, ramming her sword through its stomach. She pulled her sword back out quickly and painfully deflected another blow from the first bugbear’s morningstar with her shield. Her left arm now complaining vigorously, she lunged at the second bugbear, which knocked her aside with its shield. She picked herself up slowly, and was barely up in time to avoid being hit by the first bugbear. “I’m not going to win this fight at this rate, I hate to admit it even to myself but the Miserable Little Halfling needs help or a miracle” she thought, breathing hard, but ready to jump out of the way of the bugbear’s next attack…
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by almostinsane on Fri Oct 10, 2008 4:33 pm
Emrys sung to himself as he walked through the woods. It was nice to be just travel through the wilderness, feeling the embrace of nature around him. He could almost feel the the trees around him growing. He was interrupted from his contemplation, however, by a burst of light in the distance. With a frown, he cautiously approached the site to see a Half-ling taking some bugbears. It looked like she needed help. With that thought, he activated a rune on his staff and sent a fireball about the size of his fist at the bugbear that was nearest to the halfling, sighing when he heard its scream as its head was set a flame.
"Looks like you need help, little one," he said as he gathered up magic for his next attack as the bugbears began to realize there was another being in their presence.
"Looks like you need help, little one," he said as he gathered up magic for his next attack as the bugbears began to realize there was another being in their presence.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Vorpal Rapier on Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:22 pm
. Nami flinched at the explosion of one of the bugbears’ head and gagged as the stench of charred flesh hit her. “I will never get used to this smell, no normal dead ever smell this bad…” She thought as she straightened herself just in time to jump backwards and dodge the bugbears morning star, or she would have if she was in better condition. As she was she took the blow do her shield and rolled as she hit the ground three feet way before laying there sprawled and dazed. As the world slowly started to make sense she saw that her light spell had died and that the two bugbears had turned their attention to the new threat and were rapidly running in his direction. “Well I asked for a miracle and got one I suppose I had best return the favor” she thought as she painfully brought herself to her feet. She ran as fast as her condition allowed and threw herself at the second bugbear’s back, as it pulled its morning star back for a hit on the new comer. “Don’t be dead! Please don't be dead! ” she thought as the third bugbear swung at the enemy of her enemy.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by almostinsane on Sat Oct 11, 2008 7:04 pm
Emrys' eyes widened as the morning star came towards him, "Oh, bugger." He dodged to his right, just in time to avoid it. He then activated another of his runes to call forth a burst of light, "Look away, halfling!" With that said, he sent it at the bugbears. It didn't hurt them like it would dark creatures but Emrys was glad to see the bug bears were blinded for the moment. With that done, he activated his fireball rune again to create a fireball and sent it at the bugbear the halfling wasn't on top of. He was glad to see he hit its chest this time.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Marshmellow on Sat Oct 11, 2008 7:36 pm
Meanwhile, somewhere not too far away, but certainly not very close, though again, not too far away...
Those two were staring! Probably planning some sort of attack on her person, the ruffians, but no, no, Aquinas is simply too smart for them. Her spells are all ready to go, yes, quite ready, at least that's what those transient forces say, we all know they're highly untrustworthy. Just in case she's also prepared a bomb for them, it has their names on it and everything, figuratively, of course, although if she were to put their actual names on it it might work even better--
One stepped forward: "Excuse me, ma'am, would you like some help--"
"Shade to the FACE!"
Everything went dark for a moment as the ball of nothing expanded outwards to engulf the little dirt road on the outskirts of a quite harmless town. The villagers, who were merely trying to offer their aid to the frail woman carrying the deer, were left gasping with pain after being hit with potent Harm spells. Aquinas, meanwhile, was off in the distance (stuffed deer still carried under her arm), retreating with the aid of a Fast spell, in the direction of the village, wherein she intended to replenish her vastly depleted supplies. Oh, sure, one pocket was nearly filled, but she was out of remedies, potions, and general chemicals, she needed more bombs, the deer was not working as well as expected, and who knew when one might next run into a gnome? She must be prepared!
Those two were staring! Probably planning some sort of attack on her person, the ruffians, but no, no, Aquinas is simply too smart for them. Her spells are all ready to go, yes, quite ready, at least that's what those transient forces say, we all know they're highly untrustworthy. Just in case she's also prepared a bomb for them, it has their names on it and everything, figuratively, of course, although if she were to put their actual names on it it might work even better--
One stepped forward: "Excuse me, ma'am, would you like some help--"
"Shade to the FACE!"
Everything went dark for a moment as the ball of nothing expanded outwards to engulf the little dirt road on the outskirts of a quite harmless town. The villagers, who were merely trying to offer their aid to the frail woman carrying the deer, were left gasping with pain after being hit with potent Harm spells. Aquinas, meanwhile, was off in the distance (stuffed deer still carried under her arm), retreating with the aid of a Fast spell, in the direction of the village, wherein she intended to replenish her vastly depleted supplies. Oh, sure, one pocket was nearly filled, but she was out of remedies, potions, and general chemicals, she needed more bombs, the deer was not working as well as expected, and who knew when one might next run into a gnome? She must be prepared!
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by TheAlmightyForkNinja on Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:55 pm
As a beam of sunlight broke through the trees that formed the forest canopy, the light hearted humming of salute to the God of Life and Death. If one looked closely, he could see that this noise was being produced by a man who still had the appearance of a boy. Despite twenty-one summers having past since an unsuspecting monk had discovered him on the monastery steps, he still did not have the appearance of a man. Then again, he had never been treated as anything less than a gift from the Celestial Plane. Being treated as such often makes one stay like a small child.
Michael, as he had always been called, was on his way to another nearby monastery to receive more training in the healing arts. His masters had decided that it was time that he be allowed to leave the place he had known all his life. He had never been more than a few miles from his childhood home, and he was now traveling several miles through the woods to this new location.
He was excited. The Master that was supposed to accompany him had gotten sick and had simply given him a map to get there instead. He was finally getting to gain some independence. Of course, he had been warned about Oblivion Crater and how he had to make absolutely sure he was completely clear of it, but Michael hadn’t really taken those warnings to heart. He knew that he could help anything he found there find the true path to God.
The humidity was beginning to get to him, much like the bugs he was already swatting. It wasn’t raining, but Michael was beginning to wish it was. At least then the bugs made themselves scarce. Just as he was having thoughts of praying for rain, he gasped in alarm.
There, in front of him.
It was a girl…
Well, it at least looked like a girl.
She was at least a half a foot shorter than himself and extremely small. She had long hair of two colors that didn’t even seem to mix together in any way. It was as if her hair had magically decided one day to be green and not white. She looked half elven as far as Michael could tell, but then again, he had never considered himself an expert of judging races by appearance.
But there were two facts between which he couldn’t decide was the strangest...
Fact number one: She had what looked like a large plant growing out of her back. It was a gorgeous flower with leaves and vines growing underneath it. Michael would have considered it as beautiful as the many flowers that grew beside the monastery if he wasn’t troubled by the fact that it was attached to this woman.
Fact number two: She was completely naked. Michael had never seen a naked woman before, growing up in a monastery composed mostly of males. Of course, there were woman there who came to train and who had married the Masters, but Michael had never seen them unclothed. He wasn’t supposed to. It wasn’t proper. So why was this woman laying there with absolutely no clothes on. He truly wasn’t sure whether to stare, wake her up and offer him his cloak, or to run in the opposite direction back to his home.
Michael was not given very long to contemplate this things though, since one of the vines, a flat one to be exact, suddenly began to pick itself up. It pointed its end at Michael, almost as if it were examining him, before beginning to poke the girl it was attached to.
Michael, as he had always been called, was on his way to another nearby monastery to receive more training in the healing arts. His masters had decided that it was time that he be allowed to leave the place he had known all his life. He had never been more than a few miles from his childhood home, and he was now traveling several miles through the woods to this new location.
He was excited. The Master that was supposed to accompany him had gotten sick and had simply given him a map to get there instead. He was finally getting to gain some independence. Of course, he had been warned about Oblivion Crater and how he had to make absolutely sure he was completely clear of it, but Michael hadn’t really taken those warnings to heart. He knew that he could help anything he found there find the true path to God.
The humidity was beginning to get to him, much like the bugs he was already swatting. It wasn’t raining, but Michael was beginning to wish it was. At least then the bugs made themselves scarce. Just as he was having thoughts of praying for rain, he gasped in alarm.
There, in front of him.
It was a girl…
Well, it at least looked like a girl.
She was at least a half a foot shorter than himself and extremely small. She had long hair of two colors that didn’t even seem to mix together in any way. It was as if her hair had magically decided one day to be green and not white. She looked half elven as far as Michael could tell, but then again, he had never considered himself an expert of judging races by appearance.
But there were two facts between which he couldn’t decide was the strangest...
Fact number one: She had what looked like a large plant growing out of her back. It was a gorgeous flower with leaves and vines growing underneath it. Michael would have considered it as beautiful as the many flowers that grew beside the monastery if he wasn’t troubled by the fact that it was attached to this woman.
Fact number two: She was completely naked. Michael had never seen a naked woman before, growing up in a monastery composed mostly of males. Of course, there were woman there who came to train and who had married the Masters, but Michael had never seen them unclothed. He wasn’t supposed to. It wasn’t proper. So why was this woman laying there with absolutely no clothes on. He truly wasn’t sure whether to stare, wake her up and offer him his cloak, or to run in the opposite direction back to his home.
Michael was not given very long to contemplate this things though, since one of the vines, a flat one to be exact, suddenly began to pick itself up. It pointed its end at Michael, almost as if it were examining him, before beginning to poke the girl it was attached to.
Now, maybe my signature shall clear up all this Forky being male business... Haha Surreal.
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Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by imogen_22 on Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:38 pm
Slender, pale fingers traced the complicated inscriptions on the page, another hand furiously scribbling down notes on a blank scroll. The quill abruptly froze, Tati biting down hard on her lip, fingers frozen on the text. She'd hit a rut. Again.
The young woman frowned, studying the book that lay in her lap. She'd found it among her many books, gathering dust in the back of her caravan. Curious, Tati had opened it up to find...well, it may well have been chicken scratch. There were no words that made any sense, only pages and pages of complicated codings and scriptures. The book had no title, the brown, worn leather binding it completely empty. It was rather frustrating, to find an unfamiliar book in her belongings with utterly confusing text. She'd been trying to decipher it all morning, sitting against a large oak with sunlight dappling her work.
Tati ground her teeth together, abruptly throwing the book to the side. "This is useless." she muttered, shaking her head. However, she was cut off from her thoughts by a wet, sand paper tongue on her cheek.
She turned to be met by the sympathetic face of her tabby cat, Wattson. Sighing, Tati pulled the cat into her lap, stroking his neck. "This is the oddest book I've ever seen, Wattson." she murmured absently, looking up into the leafy canopy above.
Tati stood, Wattson leaping off and landing softly on the ground. She began to make her way to the beat up caravan in which she made her home, on which the gelding, Dancer, her father had given her was still hitched to.
She was stopped, however, by a series of yells and growls from afar. Tati froze, whirling around on her heel. She proceeded to go through a series of debates in her head, all the while twirling a strand of her orange tresses anxiously around her finger.
/Why would I go? It doesn't involve me. Probably just some rowdy people.../ she reasoned, though her logic was quickly fought back. /Someone could be in danger! What if there's a fight? Though what could I really do?.../
Finally deciding, Tati hastily unhitched Dancer, all but throwing on his saddle and bridle. Leaping on, she clucked softly, pushing the horse into a charging canter. She weaved skillfully through the trees, bent low against the horse's neck.
/I'll just see what's happening./ she thought determinedly, and soon the noises were very loud. Tati silently dismounted, leading her steed onwards. She peered through the ferns, and gasped.
It seemed like...some sort of fight. There was a halfling and a human male, she believed, though she couldn't see his ears. Along with them were what she recognized to be a family of bugbears, snarling angrily.
She muttered something under her breath, and proceeded to...disappear? Yes, Tati's being slowly began to fade, until it seemed that there was nothing holding Dancer in check. Invisibility was one of the few spells she had mastered, and she used it now, creeping closer.
The young woman frowned, studying the book that lay in her lap. She'd found it among her many books, gathering dust in the back of her caravan. Curious, Tati had opened it up to find...well, it may well have been chicken scratch. There were no words that made any sense, only pages and pages of complicated codings and scriptures. The book had no title, the brown, worn leather binding it completely empty. It was rather frustrating, to find an unfamiliar book in her belongings with utterly confusing text. She'd been trying to decipher it all morning, sitting against a large oak with sunlight dappling her work.
Tati ground her teeth together, abruptly throwing the book to the side. "This is useless." she muttered, shaking her head. However, she was cut off from her thoughts by a wet, sand paper tongue on her cheek.
She turned to be met by the sympathetic face of her tabby cat, Wattson. Sighing, Tati pulled the cat into her lap, stroking his neck. "This is the oddest book I've ever seen, Wattson." she murmured absently, looking up into the leafy canopy above.
Tati stood, Wattson leaping off and landing softly on the ground. She began to make her way to the beat up caravan in which she made her home, on which the gelding, Dancer, her father had given her was still hitched to.
She was stopped, however, by a series of yells and growls from afar. Tati froze, whirling around on her heel. She proceeded to go through a series of debates in her head, all the while twirling a strand of her orange tresses anxiously around her finger.
/Why would I go? It doesn't involve me. Probably just some rowdy people.../ she reasoned, though her logic was quickly fought back. /Someone could be in danger! What if there's a fight? Though what could I really do?.../
Finally deciding, Tati hastily unhitched Dancer, all but throwing on his saddle and bridle. Leaping on, she clucked softly, pushing the horse into a charging canter. She weaved skillfully through the trees, bent low against the horse's neck.
/I'll just see what's happening./ she thought determinedly, and soon the noises were very loud. Tati silently dismounted, leading her steed onwards. She peered through the ferns, and gasped.
It seemed like...some sort of fight. There was a halfling and a human male, she believed, though she couldn't see his ears. Along with them were what she recognized to be a family of bugbears, snarling angrily.
She muttered something under her breath, and proceeded to...disappear? Yes, Tati's being slowly began to fade, until it seemed that there was nothing holding Dancer in check. Invisibility was one of the few spells she had mastered, and she used it now, creeping closer.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Ponats on Sun Oct 12, 2008 2:11 pm
Blank. Zero. Null. Void. Dark. Nothing. Never have I experienced a... a what? What am I in? Why can't a remember. I state of... rest. A state of seeing without my... my... I can't remember anything. I am lost in this darkness. No one here. My existence fading, slowly fading. Like my life means nothing. Like I am worthless... A feint touch lifting me from my position. I move as if I weigh nothing, almost floating into somethings grip. A faceless green being. Holding me, by not hurting me. Just holding, the being just staring at me with its blank expression. Why do I feel... happy? Why do I feel so happy?
Something pushing her. A girl laying in the middle of a rain forest. She was naked with her back facing up. A flat vine was nudging her, trying to wake her from a deep sleep. She made some noises, some grunting kind of moaning as the vine pushed her. She seemed exhausted and unwilling to wake. Not in till the vine started to push at her face did she start stirring. Eventually she stood up onto her knees. Her back was faced towards the newcomer, she had not noticed. She was sleepy and her eyes were still tilted. Slowly she started to wake a bit, a small yawn from her. Where... what? Why... Thoughts started to slowly fill her head. She stared at the vines, with a bit of a confused expression. What... are you? You feel nice... She reached out with her arms to touch it, but instead it pushed her face. It was as if it was trying to make her turn her head around. The other vines had came to life, flowing around but resting behind her. It was as if they were watching the stranger.
She allowed the vine to move her head and she scooted her body as it kept pushing, revealing the side of her to the stranger. "::GASP::" A small rush of air passed her breath. She saw a creature. A being that stood up looking at her.
The girl was surprised, pushing her back slightly. The vines that were very fluid and loose started to become stiff and point directly at this creature before her. She had a nervous look on her face, one hand on her knee and one before her face. What... what is that? It... looks a little like me... She thought to herself, unable to place any words of what it was. She did not know.
She obviously did not have an decency for covering up. It was as if she did not realize or did not care that her body was not quite clothed. The vines did act to block some of exposed body, but not nearly enough. Her face was concentrated on the creature. And as if to break the silence, a loud growl. Not a creature's growl, not an animal's growl, a stomach unhappy that it was unfed. The girl place one hand on her stomach, but kept watching the stranger.
Something pushing her. A girl laying in the middle of a rain forest. She was naked with her back facing up. A flat vine was nudging her, trying to wake her from a deep sleep. She made some noises, some grunting kind of moaning as the vine pushed her. She seemed exhausted and unwilling to wake. Not in till the vine started to push at her face did she start stirring. Eventually she stood up onto her knees. Her back was faced towards the newcomer, she had not noticed. She was sleepy and her eyes were still tilted. Slowly she started to wake a bit, a small yawn from her. Where... what? Why... Thoughts started to slowly fill her head. She stared at the vines, with a bit of a confused expression. What... are you? You feel nice... She reached out with her arms to touch it, but instead it pushed her face. It was as if it was trying to make her turn her head around. The other vines had came to life, flowing around but resting behind her. It was as if they were watching the stranger.
She allowed the vine to move her head and she scooted her body as it kept pushing, revealing the side of her to the stranger. "::GASP::" A small rush of air passed her breath. She saw a creature. A being that stood up looking at her.
The girl was surprised, pushing her back slightly. The vines that were very fluid and loose started to become stiff and point directly at this creature before her. She had a nervous look on her face, one hand on her knee and one before her face. What... what is that? It... looks a little like me... She thought to herself, unable to place any words of what it was. She did not know.
She obviously did not have an decency for covering up. It was as if she did not realize or did not care that her body was not quite clothed. The vines did act to block some of exposed body, but not nearly enough. Her face was concentrated on the creature. And as if to break the silence, a loud growl. Not a creature's growl, not an animal's growl, a stomach unhappy that it was unfed. The girl place one hand on her stomach, but kept watching the stranger.
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Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Vorpal Rapier on Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:20 pm
. Nami pulled her sword back out of the bugbear, and saw the remaining bugbear get hit by a fiery explosion and fall over. She stood up despite the overwhelming smell and cupped her hand to her ears to check if there were any more bugbears around, Not hearing anything, she turned painfully towards the fireball hurler as she pulled out a rag to clean her sword with. “Thank you and I’m glad you are unharmed. What I can do to repay you?” she asked. She hated to be in anyone’s debt.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by almostinsane on Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:30 pm
Emrys turned to the halfling and took in her appearance. She looked like a monk, though her outfit was slightly different from that of a monk's and she carried a sword with her and certainly knew how to use it. Most unnusual for a halfling. He replied, "I don't want any repayment. I couldn't just let you be killed by bugs, could I?" He sat down and gripped his staff and focused his power into the runes he had used for the fight. He felt some of his power leave him and the runes flashed. He took an apple from his cloak, biting into it. Magic made him hungry.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Vorpal Rapier on Sun Oct 12, 2008 5:09 pm
. Nami’s face contorted slightly when the flame hurler refused her offer to repay him. “Curse you, you altruistic bastard. I don’t want to follow this guy around and especially not back in the direction I just came from.” She mentally grumbled. “Are you sure that there is nothing I could do ?” she asked. She thought she heard some noise from down the path, but looked and saw nothing. “Flames, Now my own ears are starting to play tricks on me” she thought grumpily.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by TheAlmightyForkNinja on Sun Oct 12, 2008 5:18 pm
Michael watched as the shape before him began to move and stir, the vine poking her awake. The plant, and especially that vine, was acting as if it had a mind of its own. She made her way onto her knees with her back to him, the vines still pushing at her. She reached out to touch one like a baby, before it pushed her face to reveal him to her and her profile to him.
The gasp she made was nothing compared to the one he let escape his lips. This was not proper. He was a monk. Well, not a monk, but a student of the monks. They had always considered him too high and holy to truly be one of them since he was, after all, a gift from the Celestial Plane, but that was not important right now.
What was important was that he was having trouble not staring at the “private” areas of this girl instead of attempting to help her. She was obviously having some kind of trouble to be in the middle of a rainforest naked. Maybe that was the way people did things here, but that was certainly not how they did things back home. If this was how things were at his knew home, Michael’s life was about to get interesting and full of temptation. Michael knew that if he didn’t pull things together and help this girl soon, his Masters would not be happy with him later.
She seemed to stare at Michael blankly, as if she had no idea what he was or what anything was for that matter. She was clearly confused, but how confused, he did not know. Just as he was about to speak, her stomach growled. She grabbed it like she was unsure what was going on, but did not take her eyes off of him. Her gaze made him slightly uneasy, but Michael reached into his pack, and offered her some of the bread as he spoke.
“H-h-hey, are you okay? Would you like my cloak?” he stuttered, not sure himself how to form words at that current time. He pulled the white monk’s cloak off of him to reveal loose brown pants and a fading black top and offered his cloak to her.
He felt the light pressure of the clothing release from his wings as well that had previously been only buldges on his back. Michael stretched them out slightly to stretch them, but letting them come back to drape beyond him. He hated to ever cover his wings, but it was customary from him to wear his cloak. He was never allowed anywhere in public without it on. His wings were holy visages that only a select few got to see. The shirt he had on had also had a low enough back line that his wings could drape downward over the back of it. This, of course was a different fashion that most were used to, but it was the only way he could be comfortable.
The gasp she made was nothing compared to the one he let escape his lips. This was not proper. He was a monk. Well, not a monk, but a student of the monks. They had always considered him too high and holy to truly be one of them since he was, after all, a gift from the Celestial Plane, but that was not important right now.
What was important was that he was having trouble not staring at the “private” areas of this girl instead of attempting to help her. She was obviously having some kind of trouble to be in the middle of a rainforest naked. Maybe that was the way people did things here, but that was certainly not how they did things back home. If this was how things were at his knew home, Michael’s life was about to get interesting and full of temptation. Michael knew that if he didn’t pull things together and help this girl soon, his Masters would not be happy with him later.
She seemed to stare at Michael blankly, as if she had no idea what he was or what anything was for that matter. She was clearly confused, but how confused, he did not know. Just as he was about to speak, her stomach growled. She grabbed it like she was unsure what was going on, but did not take her eyes off of him. Her gaze made him slightly uneasy, but Michael reached into his pack, and offered her some of the bread as he spoke.
“H-h-hey, are you okay? Would you like my cloak?” he stuttered, not sure himself how to form words at that current time. He pulled the white monk’s cloak off of him to reveal loose brown pants and a fading black top and offered his cloak to her.
He felt the light pressure of the clothing release from his wings as well that had previously been only buldges on his back. Michael stretched them out slightly to stretch them, but letting them come back to drape beyond him. He hated to ever cover his wings, but it was customary from him to wear his cloak. He was never allowed anywhere in public without it on. His wings were holy visages that only a select few got to see. The shirt he had on had also had a low enough back line that his wings could drape downward over the back of it. This, of course was a different fashion that most were used to, but it was the only way he could be comfortable.
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Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by Ponats on Sun Oct 12, 2008 5:47 pm
She watched the creature pull off the white thing and reveal some sort of tan object from behind him. But what made her really look at him was the white things moving on his back. She looked back at her little friends, the vines. Her vines started to loosen from there spiky lay out. She seemed like she was starting to lose her freight and go into more confusion. Like... me?
Her thoughts went to the noises the creature made. What... what is this? It made... noises. I understood them? How... I've never... She was confused. She had heard words and her mind went utterly lost. She understood them! "H-h-hey, are you okay? Would you like my *****" Okay? I think... ck - low - ck? What? She sat there puzzled for a moment.
"CKKK." She started to try to mimic the creature in front of her. Her voice was soft and sweet, but she was making awkward pronunciations. "Ckk... looow? Ck-low... ck?" She did not understand the word. She didn't even understand how she understood the rest of the words. Her speech was interrupted by another growl. This time she put both hands on the origin of the noise. Her eyes left the stranger and stared at her stomach very oddly.
What? Why are you making noises? Why are you making me feel odd? I don't get it... She did not understand her own hunger. The only impulse was that she needed to grab something and put it in her noise maker. She looked around and saw something green... it was a plant near her. Her mouth started to salivate and she reached for it. It was a small brush like thing, with green leaves and branches. She pulled off a leaf and put it into her mouth. She chewed a little and swallowed. She seemed to enjoyed it and started to eat more, greedily. She grabbed a branch and chewed a little on it. She made a funny face and threw it away. She continued on the leaves of the poor little shrub.
Her thoughts went to the noises the creature made. What... what is this? It made... noises. I understood them? How... I've never... She was confused. She had heard words and her mind went utterly lost. She understood them! "H-h-hey, are you okay? Would you like my *****" Okay? I think... ck - low - ck? What? She sat there puzzled for a moment.
"CKKK." She started to try to mimic the creature in front of her. Her voice was soft and sweet, but she was making awkward pronunciations. "Ckk... looow? Ck-low... ck?" She did not understand the word. She didn't even understand how she understood the rest of the words. Her speech was interrupted by another growl. This time she put both hands on the origin of the noise. Her eyes left the stranger and stared at her stomach very oddly.
What? Why are you making noises? Why are you making me feel odd? I don't get it... She did not understand her own hunger. The only impulse was that she needed to grab something and put it in her noise maker. She looked around and saw something green... it was a plant near her. Her mouth started to salivate and she reached for it. It was a small brush like thing, with green leaves and branches. She pulled off a leaf and put it into her mouth. She chewed a little and swallowed. She seemed to enjoyed it and started to eat more, greedily. She grabbed a branch and chewed a little on it. She made a funny face and threw it away. She continued on the leaves of the poor little shrub.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by imogen_22 on Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:21 pm
Tati watched silently, shrouded by her spell. A breath of relief escaped her as the last bugbear was slain, and the fighters mostly unscathed. No one was seriously injured, not enough for her to be concerned.
/Well now, there wasn't even a reason for me to come./ she thought huffily, shaking her head at her unnecessary concern. She turned around, only to slam right into a low branch she had not been precisely aware of. Tati stumbled backwards, tripping over a large root and falling into plain view of the strangers. Graceful entrance, no?
Now, this wouldn't have been a problem s Tati was skilled in magic, and holding a spell took only a small portion of her focus. Sadly, she was never the greatest with her spells, and the collision stunned her, wavering her focus. And so, as she fell, her image seemed to flicker back and forth a few times, until finally staying fully visible as she hit the ground with a loud thud.
/Well now, there wasn't even a reason for me to come./ she thought huffily, shaking her head at her unnecessary concern. She turned around, only to slam right into a low branch she had not been precisely aware of. Tati stumbled backwards, tripping over a large root and falling into plain view of the strangers. Graceful entrance, no?
Now, this wouldn't have been a problem s Tati was skilled in magic, and holding a spell took only a small portion of her focus. Sadly, she was never the greatest with her spells, and the collision stunned her, wavering her focus. And so, as she fell, her image seemed to flicker back and forth a few times, until finally staying fully visible as she hit the ground with a loud thud.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by TheAlmightyForkNinja on Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:45 pm
Michael listened as she tried to mimic the word “cloak”. It was as if she had never heard such a common word spoken before. Had she spent her whole live here in the rain forest alone? Was that why she didn’t find it odd to be laying around naked? That had to be it, but how had she gotten here? And besides, she would have had to have some family as some point in time. Did they lay around naked too? So many questions ran through Michael’s mind, but he didn’t think she was of the capacity to answer them.
As she rapidly reached for the nearby plants and began to gobble them like there was going to be no tomorrow, Michael was taken back. How could she eat like that? Besides, he had offered her perfectly good bread. Why hadn’t she taken it? Was she that wild?
“Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?” Michael said, looking back at her with confusion. He certainly hadn’t dealt with anyone like her before, or even anyone remotely like her. He was beginning to wander if he had strayed from the path he was supposed to take. Maybe he was lost. Lost with some girl attached to a plant.
Maybe this was his mission though. Maybe it was his mission to find this girl and bring her back to society. That had to be it. That had been God’s purpose in sending him alone. Even if he was lost, now he could bring this girl back from being just that. He only had to teach her to be less wild.
“You may want to eat this instead though. It won’t make you sick,” Michael said, making a motion like he was putting the piece of bread in his mouth before offering it back to the girl. He wasn’t familiar with the plants in this area, but he really didn’t want her to eat something that would make her sick. Besides, that plant on her back might go crazy and attack her from eating its brother or something.
He was beginning to grow accustomed to the sight of her naked, but his eyes still glanced from her face downward sporadically. It embarrassed him, and made him want to blush the brightest scarlet imaginable. He would just have to pray for forgiveness from the God of Light and Death when this was all over with or he could get her to cover up with his cloak.
As she rapidly reached for the nearby plants and began to gobble them like there was going to be no tomorrow, Michael was taken back. How could she eat like that? Besides, he had offered her perfectly good bread. Why hadn’t she taken it? Was she that wild?
“Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?” Michael said, looking back at her with confusion. He certainly hadn’t dealt with anyone like her before, or even anyone remotely like her. He was beginning to wander if he had strayed from the path he was supposed to take. Maybe he was lost. Lost with some girl attached to a plant.
Maybe this was his mission though. Maybe it was his mission to find this girl and bring her back to society. That had to be it. That had been God’s purpose in sending him alone. Even if he was lost, now he could bring this girl back from being just that. He only had to teach her to be less wild.
“You may want to eat this instead though. It won’t make you sick,” Michael said, making a motion like he was putting the piece of bread in his mouth before offering it back to the girl. He wasn’t familiar with the plants in this area, but he really didn’t want her to eat something that would make her sick. Besides, that plant on her back might go crazy and attack her from eating its brother or something.
He was beginning to grow accustomed to the sight of her naked, but his eyes still glanced from her face downward sporadically. It embarrassed him, and made him want to blush the brightest scarlet imaginable. He would just have to pray for forgiveness from the God of Light and Death when this was all over with or he could get her to cover up with his cloak.
Re: Irony's Hammer IC ( )
by papolatte on Sun Oct 12, 2008 8:32 pm
The large man sighed loudly. Shaking his head, he stood up from his elaborate satin embroidered chair. The man, large as he was, paled in comparison to the marble columns that were beside him, and that patterned down the long hallway. Each step the man took, left a large imprint on the soft furlike carpet. The Bard's Guild was certainly extravagant. Yet even though the room itself seemed overtly royal, the large man, dressed in simple clothing with a resigned frown, approached a somewhat timid figure, standing near a column.
"Remmick...", the man sighed a
"Remmick...", the man sighed a