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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Party Crashing
The difference between being within or without the ruins was ultimately a matter of aesthetics. Raymond walked up the stone steps to an empty archway where he found the door in the form of splintered wood and cast aside rusted iron bands. Inside the templed differed only that there was now a stone floor, along with the occaisional bit of ancient debris. Much of the stone work looked charred, blackened by some force.
As he explored the former temple, he found it easy enough to keep track of what was going on outside, should anything evil elect to approach. Nothing saw fit to assault his search, permitting him to go on in enveloping silence. When at last he knew that there was nothing on the first floor of the temple besides the remnants of the roof and walls that once covered it, he found a stairwell and cautiously proceeded deeper.
Ray saw something, however, that caused him to halt near the bottom long, straight stairs. The bottom led off in a hallway, the length and bredth he could now see at his height. Something was very wrong about it, as it was lit on either side by a torch in the wall. He slowly descended a few more steps, until he saw the hall enter a larger room which he could see was strewn with much rubble, and indeed seemed to be collapsed into a lower level. At the entrance to this room, with their backs to him, stood no less than four skeletons, horrifyingly all standing by their own power. They seemed to be guardians, watching the other end of the room intently.
What would he do now?
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 17:35:32.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Of isolation in misty grave-temples
The figure upon the path fell to his knees, looking for answers. The message left for any who may stumble upon this site was warning enough for him not to try to go forward, but as it was, the foreboding dead wood behind offered no invitation. His mind sought passage out of the desecrated land that he awoke trapped in.
This strange world, was it a dream? But had he not been dreaming before he entered? If so, then couldn't that mean even moreso that this was obviously a product of his subconsciousness? It certainly did not have the feel of the previous dreams, they were pleasant, and not nearly so lucid. Pleasant, at least, up to that strange feeling, but the more he looked into that memory, the harder it became to think about. Finally he turned away from that, remembering the other dreams.
He wondered why, if he was indeed awake, where his house had gone. He should have waken up in his bed in his basement room. Where was all that? What time was it now? He sat on his knees in resignation, his hands dropping to the earth beneath him. Earth, one of the four elements of old, before this periodic table nonesense. It was, by the original defining attributes, cold and dry. Strong, reserved, tough, resilient, unyielding, solid. After so many adjectives rolled through his mind he realized that it was wandering. Even still, he felt the enduring ability of earth reflected in himself as he considered it. The still air, the dew beneath his fingers, the soil, the sun that slowly began to cast its warmth despite the chill aura of death that hung about this land. All were examples of the four elements from tradition. He could sense them, their presense, just beyond himself, yet when he looked to any one of them, he felt attributes of it reflected within himself. What was this feeling?
WAIT! The dreams, his bed, the four elements, were these not memories? If that was so, were they coming back to him? The dew! The path should not have dew on it, that was the grass where he woke up!
He realized that his upper body had fallen the moment his head struck a wall of stone, at the same time he snapped up, half in startled pain, half in sudden realization. Before him was the obelisk again. Had he moved? Had it moved? What happened? Why was his memory back? The idea that the whole distance that he had run from the obelisk was suddenly rendered nil distressed him. He spun in reflex, remembering suddenly the apparitions that he left hanging in the air. The remained, the horrible tattered, eyed cloak, the chained, translucent man and woman, and a fourth, a barely shaped form that was every changing, that uttered a low, barely audible babble.
Terror seized him again, and he stumbled to his feet barely before he took off again, this time directly toward the ruined structure. Unlike last time he fled, where he ran for ages, it took no time to sprint to the eroding stonework. He veered around it, keeping up a terrified run until moments later found himself again at the spot where he fell to his knees, or at least where he thought he did.
He dropped again, to the ground, breathless. What if he opened his eyes again and was transported back to the obelisk? He forced his lids open and was relieved to find that this was not so. Again he reached the stalemate between forest and ruins, but this time the temple and specifically that which lay behind it, seemed to increase in foreboding nature.
(Notes: You are psionically focused now, attuned to earth. You are aware of this portion of your mental faculties, and further reflection will entail awareness of your psionic capabilities, though I imagine reflection is not among your priorities yet. Memory returned, you have read your situation, do with it what you will. I hope it didn't seem too much like railroading, but I imagined you would run away again at the introduction of new spirits (looking to the past to predict the future) You prayed for something good, and regardless whether you accept it in character or not yet, this was something good.)
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 07:06:23.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Really pathetic for posting you people, but then, even Reralae found very little to novelize
The team quickly tackled and defeated the two skeletal sentinals in the room. After their first battle, the friends were shaken but still peaked with adrenaline, and thrown so soon into the heat of combat, they were alert.
After Galen quickly felled one of their foes with a blast of luminescent energy, the rest of the team ganged up on the second to bring it on its hands and knees.
Galen saw no need to further expend his somewhat limited magical energies on a pile of bones that barely resisted redeath, so he exited the room to pick up Jeremy's discarded torch. Meanwhile, the recent owner of the light source was driving his good arm with all his force into the skeleton on the ground. The skeleton's good claw moved to gain purchase on Jeremy's body, though the blond boy was not so foolish. For his effor, however, his foot slid in the water as he threw himself into the attack, missing in favour of his footing.
Ian was quick to fill in where Jeremy missed, he beat the skeleton with his 100% femur club. The ancient bone suit couldn't take much more, the artificial life force nearly driven out. Finally, a quick, mighty glancing swing delivered to the skull by Ben's torch dropped the skeleton into the shallow water, unmoving.
Another skirmish successful, even among the pains suffered. Hearts pounding and adrenaline coursing, they were safe again. For how long until another foe interjected they might go was unknown, though when that battle came, they were more prepared for it than ever. Even in their growing blood shed, pain, and fatigue, they were still in fighting condition.
Posted on 2008-07-06 at 03:34:45.
Edited on 2008-07-06 at 04:19:37 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: It's the end of the world as we know it - Reality Torn Asunder
Willow stretched her legs as she sat at the edge of the fountain. She peered toward the setting sun, it had just touched the horizon across the opposite end of Tiancann. To think how many times she feared that the last fleeting glimpse of the sun offered at twilight would be her last. This very spot at which she now rested her legs with Nintarra was once a pile of rubble left over from the destructive forces of nature. Today, a full year later, the stupdenous effort of rebuilding was evident.
Now the sight of the setting sun was a vision of peace and remembrance.
It also reminded Willow how late it was, and that she had guard duty early the next morning. On the other hand, the cat napping that took place on and off during the large part of that afternoon left her quite wide awake. The internal struggle between heading back and staying out for a while longer was non-existent, as she rose from the fountain side. The peace radiating through the night sky set at ease her fears of this foretold doom.
A single thought invaded her well-being, however, a thought that gave the calm night air a trecherous look. There is always a calm before the storm. Her instinct told her that she was probably - unfortunately - right. It might have felt like her stomach had just liquified, for at that moment, the pretense that the world was once again balanced with itself was struck from the mind with a horrible sound.
All of Tiancann, at that next moment, rocked under the vibrations of the cracking of the sky. Clean in half the sky was rended, with innumberable fractures spreading out, all from the massive peak Venerro. Willow and Nintarra's eyes met for a moment. Among the greatest horrors imaginable, is the dread of realizing foretold disaster, especially on such a scale. They both knew this was coming sooner or later, but neither dared dream that it would be quite so sooner.
The effect on the people was near instantaneous, panic became quickly wide-spread. Terror ran like a foul wind through the minds of simple folk, threatening to overtake the populous. And where there was terrrified masses, there would be injury and death soon to follow. In situations like this, the city guard were trained to quell dangerous emotions to protect the people as much from each other as from whatever other source of danger.
"Calm down and return indoors!" Willow's usually quiet voice rose above the growing din. The timid girl suddenly had many eyes on her all at once, though this did not intimidate her in the slightest. In the face of disaster there was no worrying about such simple things, only a will to do what was necessary. "I am a member of the city guard!" she shouted, retreiving from her pouch proof of this claim. "Do as I say and get indoors while the authorities handle things!"
Regardless whether the people listened to her or not, she dropped down from the fountain and spoke to Nintarra, "You should come with me to the barracks, you'll be safest there, I hope. I will have to get my orders from my superiors. Here is my room key."
(Response)
Casting another look at the defaced sky, she turned and began to run toward the barracks, keeping pace with Nintarra. (unless she can carry her just as quickly)
Along the way she stopped, ducking aside and fishing for her armour out of the magical bag. She put it on as quickly as possible without sacraficing protection, and continued for the barracks after strapping both her swords to her hips.
Posted on 2008-07-03 at 06:58:59.
Edited on 2008-07-03 at 07:01:27 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Granted
Eol does decide to run for president. The corruption? He wins. Whether this is a bad thing or not for America is in the opinion of the many who live there, but personally I think they could use some one with a sense of humour in office. Not to mention one who can keep good relations with the people of insanity, afterall he lives so close.
I wish I didn't have to go looking for a job so soon this summer. 
Wow . . . heheh whoops, I triple posted, now that is interesting funny
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 18:02:20.
Edited on 2008-07-01 at 18:05:31 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Sure, force another post out of me XD
Seeing Willow try to make sense of the cards, the girl adds, "The center card represents things on a whole. These three cards in front of me are ones that represent you. These three here," indicating the south with the water-fire-water combination, "represent the near future. These three in front of you show obsticles, and the middle one is a way through them. The final three are for the future beyond."
"Taking pity on me already? I admit, though I usually can follow my instincts, magic is something I tend not to get involved in. I already have an idea about some of it, but these guidelines will help." Willow says to the girl, already looking back on her summation. So the Jade, the Knot, and the Sword are me, which means there is something that is going to need cutting soon, I could do without more inner turmoil. The West and the willow are obstacles, go figure, but my stars through it are my self trust. The far future is unknown for all that I really see. What I am worried about is that this major catastrophy is designated in the near future. How near is that?
(There, now you can finish up my checkpoint at long last, and get your Twilight post in)
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 01:24:42.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: *Got ninja-posted by a Ninja by about half-a-day because of babysitting duties
"Ven uw geu uhiv vuwekhistth.," the girl intones.
This startles Willow at first. She had never considered that the child might be one of those who study magic at the arcane schools."Are you a magic student?" Willow asks, as the ring appears, then departs just as suddenly.
"The tortoise moves slowly, but it still gets to where it intends to go." The girl explains, "This implies that even though progress for you may appear slow, it is going to reach its conclusion eventually."
Willow reserves her thoughts and holds her tongue until she has the whole divination to make sense of. She would not know before the end what it meant.
"Jade is a stone that requires dedication in order to make it into something valuable, so this implies you are dedicated to your heart, which is as strong as stone."
"The sword is a weapon. It is used when other methods fail. However, in order to use it properly, one knows when to use it. This, along with the symmetry of the sword, indicates a sense of fairness and balance that you possess."
"Knots can be used to describe many things. Sometimes they are ties between people, whether they are friendly or hostile. However, when the knot is inside, it is doubt or fear. Doubt ties one to a seen path, unwilling to stray, but, with the sword in hand, you can sever that tie."
Willow began to grow confused, not quite understanding the significance. I have to destroy a knot with a sword because my heart is stone? No, the pictures are but symbols. Each is only a representation of their true meanings. They are not literal, and I should not look at them so.
"Water and fire and water. These two elements are not very harmonious, and together represent some sort of disaster or catastrophe. Something is going to happen soon, and it is not going to be very good for anyone."
Creases appeared on Willow's forehead. She had heard no end of doomsayers in the past, particularly during the great storm, but this seemed to be an actual divination. Did that mean that the chaos would return? Would something else happen?
"The willow tree is flexible, bending with the winds. However, it only ever confronts them reluctantly. If there was a confrontation a little while in the past, perhaps you didn't assert yourself to the extent you should have?"
Maybe my name is Willow, she thought. About matters of a recent confrontation, she immediatelly thought of Casia. Was she guilty afterall? Well what does it matter, I promised to let her go should she return my ring, and I have it back now. I wish she didn't lie to me though, I hate liars.
"This card represents the West." The girl explains, "It represents the objective, that which is strived towards, usually on the horizon, just in, yet out, of sight. However, its placement here indicates that there is an opposition to your actions and intentions."
"The stars shine brightly through the night. So too, do your feelings and intuition. Trust them, and act upon them."
Perfect; instict and intuition are key tools on the fields of battle and deception, and Willow's gut rarely led her wrong. The girl reached for the last set of cards.
"The lute is a musical art, and the peach is often used in more of a dessert. These two cards, in these positions, seem to imply that what is done by one may have to change soon, likely..." Here, the girl points back towards the water-fire-water sequence, "because of this."
"White, blank, and unknown." The girl says, "So, what will happen now isn't something that can easily be seen. Hmm, the way I can interpret these three cards is that, because of this disaster, what might have happened normally is now in question, and so one must be prepared to change course, into the unknown."
"I've heard of doom prophecies before, but to doubt an actual divination such as this would be foolish. What do you think it means exactly? What kind of danger do you think it represents?" Willow stopped a second to take in the reality of predicted misfortune. Such was the way of foresight, it provoked much more questions than ever it answered.
Willow took stock of the cards. South told of approaching trouble, something not seen but much predicted for the last year. Those cards of which lay before the girl, the jade of dedication, the inner knot of doubt, and the sword of balance that could sever the knot. Could that mean that fairness and balance would cut the ties holding her with doubt to the seen path? What was this seen path, and how was the jade pendant incorporated?
On the other side, the stars, the willow tree, and the west told her that she had bowed under pressure where she should have stayed, that she will face further challenge, and that her intuition would see her through. Little mystery there, that Willow could see. The lute, peach, and blank unknown, however, were the least understandable. The girl whose name she did not know yet had said that they meant that change may soon have to occur in 'what is done by one'. One as in a person, or as in one of the aspects? Perhaps this change would be the event of the sword cutting the knot . . . caused by the dissonance of mixing fire and water? Every time it seemed that Willow understood the reading, other confusions arose.
The tortoise gave her comfort in this. While she had a grasp on most of the cards, there persisted other questions that remain unknown. The tortoise's meaning was that she would not have to worry about what was yet beyond her, as slowly but surely she would make her way to the answer. Though as for that, she would be busy enough committing precious time fretting over the meanings that were readily apparant.
Willow sighed and cast her gaze out her window. The sun was not long for this day. It was late, though as per usual for summer, the sun would not completely leave until mere hours before midnight. Even as the other girl sat there in the silence of the small barracks room. It took until an announcement was made by the guardswoman's stomach, informing all present that supper time was about due.
"Come, I'll treat you to supper then," Willow invited the golden-eyed child. "My name is Willow, may I ask what yours would be?"
Willow was just about to exit the room when she looked back at her room. Trust your intuition, she thought. On a gut impulse she went for her the magical bag that held much more than it's dimensions would indicate. She put her rings back on and strapped the bag to her waist again. A second time she stopped, on a gut feeling. She opened the trunk that contained her armour and a few other items. All went into the bag after a few seconds, carefully secured. She drew the string of the bag closed again, shutting off the connection to the other extradimensional space. Finally she returned the bag to her waist and gathered her wits. It wouldn't do to set loose her attention and find herself robbed again.
"Sorry I took so long, let's go," she told the child.
Posted on 2008-07-01 at 00:21:01.
Edited on 2008-07-01 at 00:41:33 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: S.P.E.C.I.E.S. . . . or actually Y.O.L.K.S.
Stupendous Proportions Embarrass Cats' Intellectual and Earthly Status.
whoops:
Yakfolk Order a Lot of Ketchup Sauce
Posted on 2008-06-30 at 22:16:37.
Edited on 2008-06-30 at 22:25:45 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I think you could continue my story without me, for a little at least
I already have a question posed, even if it is not perfectly suitable, I know you could figure out something that would fit the dimensions for requirement. I merely want to ask about the "theft" in any way possible.
Posted on 2008-06-28 at 20:10:33.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Hmm...
However, before the man can answer, the little girl speaks up, "It holds four identical decks of cards, along with eight unique ones. Each deck has thirty four cards and each card is hand painted with a pretty picture. Once every week, you can use the deck to predict the future, but doing so requires another person."
The girl strains her neck, looking up at Willow, and smiles sheepishly, "Hehehe, I've kind of memorized how to use those cards."
-The power to tell the future . . . - Willow entertained the idea for a moment. Such ability would most certainly something to covet. To know what might become of particular decisions, to see one's destiny, to foretell personal disaster. "Are you sure that knowing the future is something you really want?" Willow asked the girl pensively. -To see the future is really not something for me. I don't want any magic trinkets or cards that show me what isn't. I would rather let the future come to me, whatever may come with it.-
The man nods, almost sadly, "Yes, this young one is quite keen on getting it."
Willow glanced back at the girl one more time before continuing to examine the man's other wares, bracelets.
He picks up and offers the bracelet forward for Willow to see more clearly. Along the top and bottom of the band, the silver is folded in along itself, forming an intricate pattern of almost a woven silk rope along its edge. Along the back of the band, opposite the engraved design, is inscribed a single word in runelike script.
The man explains the bracelet's power, "Once each day, you can call upon this item's power, and it will grant you a small boon. It isn't very much, granted, since it is a lesser magic, but it is far better than nothing. It will slightly improve one's accuracy, and also the strength with which one wields a blade."
-More magic,- Willow thought with amusement, -Oh how we have come to be so attached to it. What is magic anyway? What does that mean? Magic?- She broke out of the digressive thought and looked the bracelet over. "There is a word enscribed here on the bottom, is that how you activate it? Frp-?" she asked the man, struggling to pronounce the arcane word.
-How fitting it is that even now, after surviving years of disaster, we produce objects of magic and weapons to better improve our ability to kill.- Willow's mind went off as she looked at the loop of silver that was thus infused with magic. -But then, there live monsters and beasts that would kill us out of nothing more than malicious intent. Against those we can protect our guardsmen and women with items such as these. Yin, whatever else he may be, is an honourable guardsman. This bracelet will do nicely.-
If you are interested in purchasing it, its price is 360gp." The man says.
"Yes, I am," Willow replies. She reaches for the purse in her bag of holding at first, but remembers before her hand embarks too far on its journey. It would have to be purchased in full with gold. This would lighten her money pouch significantly. Again she glanced at the golden-eyed child, staring longingly the box.
The way luck had treated her today, Willow followed a whim and decided to do something good to deserve it. Speaking softly to the man, making sure that the child was intent on her own business, she asked, "How much more does she need to buy the cards?"
(Assuming that Willow has it within her 140 odd remaining purchasing power to cover the gap to full price)
Willow paid the man for the bracelet and slipped it on her wrist. Then she reached overtly across the table and picked up the box, looking at it thoughtfully. After a moment, no doubt with the young girl watching her every move, she bends over and hands it to the girl, "Go ahead and pay the man."
(After incredulous response/dialogue)
"The only condition is that I get to see the future first. Does that sound fair to you?" Willow stated more than asked. Sure she was earning her luck, but the child need not think that this had been something for nothing.
If the cards require a question in order to be used, Willow will be tempted to ask about Joseph, but she is afraid of the idea that she may not like what she learns, afterall that was how the stories used to always go. Instead Willow shall ask about her 'stolen/lost and found' ring. Particularly what happened to it if possible, though if the story is beyond the cards' grasp, I'll settle for what you deem appropriate
(Finally, should Willow not have enough money to finish the purchase)
Willow gives the man one hundred pieces of gold to reserve for the girl's purchase, but not until she has come within 60 gold of actually attaining the purchase, at which point she would be given the money. She would still have to come up with most money, but she would have a bonus, for she will not have spent absolutely everything on this goal.
As for the band, she is keeping it on her wrist to guard against theivery. She will take it off and hold it behind her back just before giving it to Yin. (informing him of the command word and telling him that there is supposedly magic in the bracelet.)
Posted on 2008-06-26 at 02:12:43.
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Topic: Drakenhorde Q&A
Subject: For the record
Still ready. I hope whatever's happened to our illustrious DM was none too serious. I am willing to wait until his return and I hope that everyone else will remain.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:23:54.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: So many decisions, tsk.
As a tree on prairie, Willow stood out in the crowd, though not as much memorably. It wasn't likely for people to look on and comment, she was neither particularly beautiful or outgoing. Even at this height advantage, the crowd was uncomfortable, and the wares difficult to see. Should her elbows stick out, she would bump a number of people in the head, should she try to move, she would inevitably need more room to maneuver her limbs. She never got too close to the stalls, as her body would eclipse other shoppers. Despite this, however, she knew she would prefer being exceptionally tall to being exceptionally short. If she could be overwhelmed by people bumping into her when they were a sea of bodies, there was no hope for her should these bodies drown her.
Into an alley she found herself destined, in an attempt to remove herself from the crowd so that she could locate a vendor from afar. It was a matter of great serendipity then, that the alleyway in which she sought refuge, held a small stall proffering wares the likes of which she would browse. She waited as a crowd of people passed and she strode across the alley up next to a little girl who had the opposite problem as Willow. Golden eyes, there is something you do not see everyday, Willow thought casually.
She looked through the bracelets. They were of good quality, though she was not necessarily one to judge, to her they all were beautiful. Noticing the box she wondered what was within. "Excuse me?" she asked, to garner the old man's attention. Looking down to the box she said, "Could you tell me what is in that box?"
[Perhaps more here]
Continuing on, her eye was caught and held by a particular bracelet. She liked it immediately, it seemed to be exactly what she was looking for. The inscription was simple and elegant. A sword and shield, and on the shield was a roaring lion. A symbol of power and strength, but most of all, too Willow, of patient endurance and determination. She had never personally seen a lion, but the noble beast's impression was what drew her to the golden amulet around her neck. Whether it was magical or not, it gave her a sense of fearlessness and stamina.
She checked the price determined not to let the gold count of the item deter her or disable her from purchase. She reached out and took the bracelet, examining it all over, as if to inspect for any flaw that might bring down the asking price. Truthfully, she merely wanted to see all the exquisite details in it.
Posted on 2008-06-23 at 03:08:29.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Maybe it's like those "If you show any fear, they will kill you" scenarios?
Ben pulled the rotting door open with a crack from the door's frame, and a furious protest from the hinges. The source of the crack remained unknown, as the door was not visibly broken, yet. The next room looked like it had been an architectural mistake, it held no tellable purpose other than to gather the muddy water that seeped through dissolved cracks in the mortar.
The two skeletons hung slack-jawed at the far end of the room, toward the right corner where the water deepened to about half a foot. They shot up at attention at Ben's entrance and found in their orders to attack any living being that they saw. Galen was more alert however, and from the back of the group gathered at the door, in a position where he could just see straight into the room, he plowed in.
Galen quickly moved in, cutting past both Ian and Ben to get into the room. His aim was not to attack, however, at least not with the bone in his hand. He stepped over to the left of the door and began to gather the last of the energy surrounding his form. Whether from learning his lesson previously, or merely seeing an opportunity, Galen found himself in a perfect position to fire without the problem of hitting the wrong target. With a quick blow, the luminous silver aura was gone entirely, thrusted into a final strike and placing Galen momentarily in shadows.
The light shot across the room at the one skeleton on the right. As it pierced into the boney cage of the skeleton's chest, a black force was lambasted out of the body that quickly disappated into the air. When the dazzling magical effects simmered away, the skeleton, without muscles or joints or even now magic, fell to pieces.
From without, though Jeremy could not see the skeletons, what he could see was enough to make it blatantly obvious. The flare of silver light from within the room was more than enough of a punctuation mark for that. He beat down his fear of fighting things that though could easily exist, should not have to be fought against to save one's life. He too brushed past Ben, who was about to leap into action. Jeremy paid no mind to the collapsing corpse of the one monster, but went after the other. He dodged around to its side from where he hoped he would have a better chance with his plan. He closed in and dropped into the water, the skeleton left unable to react to this danger after not moving from the same spot in over a decade. Jeremy lashed out with his foot and kicked a leg back out from under the skeleton, connecting with a shot of pain, one tibia to another. The undead servant fell forward, into the water, sending up more spray than Jeremy had done so.
Ian, after having had Galen and Jeremy run past him, found himself adrenaline boosted. He also pushed past the leader of the group, maybe it was pain from the wound on his arm that distracted Ben? Not likely. Ian ran through the water and brought his bone above his head with two hands, to hammer it into the skeleton's spine, who was jerked as it tried to get up from the floor.
Finally, with no one else eager to shove past Ben, he rushed in, irritated that he had not been in the middle of the fight from the start. He ran over around the skeleton from the right saw it raising a claw-like hand out of the water toward Jeremy. Acting quickly he swung at the fist supporting the skeleton, crushing it with a crunch and a crack, disabling one of the rotting deathly claws. The skeleton slipped in the water, causing it have to regain posture to attack. Ben's tactic, however, had another, unforseen effect, and that was of dousing his torch in the splash.
The necromantic energy connecting and animating the bones apparantly decided that the crushed finger bones were of no use any further and let them lay in the water, returned to lifelessness. The crawling bones then supported themselves on the wrist of the crushed hand and finally allowed the right hand to locate its target. The browny yellow claws knifed into Jeremy's side as he tried to get away after a successful trip (-4HP [5/9]).
The only one left outside, Owen, decided that he might be of some use outside of combat. He picked up Galen's spellbook together in his one hand, then moved over to gather the torch that Jeremy had dropped in his drive to ignore his own fear. After a moment he decided that carrying both spellbooks and the torch was impossible while still staunching the bleeding in his abdomen, so he left the torch and watched the battle.
(Good job to Galen for completely obliterating the second skeleton. The first one, though tripped, is still in the possession of a fighting spirit, so get to it. Jeremy, you're lucky that I remembered last minute that flat-footed opponents don't get to AoO or you would be sitting at exatly 0 HP)
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 16:59:30.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Just follow the yellow brick dirtpath
Raymond decided that he would see where this path led in its glory days of more frequent use. The road he took was not lengthy, and he could see that it took him to what appeared to be a large, ruined building of stone. The walls stood barely up to his navel at their most impressive height, and grass and other plantlife decayed in abundance. There were what may have been hedging dying around the ruins, and short, skeletal trees did little to liven the atmosphere.
The path took him a little farther, along side the crumbled stone walls, until it joined with another path that apparantly led to his right, immediately the once doorway of the structure; and left, away from the ruins to, as he could just make out, a forest of larger dead trees.
More interesting, however, was the wooden sign that protruded from the middle of the path, only feet before the stone step of the gateway. Despite however much wear and tear it may have suffered, it was legible yet. Upon the wood was gouged a warning.
Do not approach ruins. Those with enervations may pass to free their souls. From all that Ray could tell, as he looked over the ruins and the path he had recently taken, the stone spire that he had awoken against lay somewhere behind the ruins. Meaning the path that now lay to his back, was the easiest way to escape so far.
(Note for you, that the sign is by no means a desperate attempt to railroad you. It was originally there, whether you understand it or not, pay attention or not)
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 15:46:25.
Edited on 2008-10-20 at 04:02:19 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Twin Worlds
Subject: Halfling Lighting
Sable became aware of the assault upon his back only half a second before it struck. Nonetheless, his training and self-perfection gave him enough time to escape unscathed. Though as for that, the Linsemptus was not to let him get away so easily. Before Sable even had a chance to collect his wits into a cognitive (and likely painful) response to this affront, a serrated blade swung at him. He counted himself lucky that this second shot, made in haste, was poorly aimed.
The halfling proped himself up on his hands and twisted himself around while his feet kicked off the ground. The Linsemptus was only just a bit taller than Sable, but he threw his fist up to the ghost-beast's head.
Posted on 2008-06-22 at 04:57:17.
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Topic: Q&A: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Making use of the useless
As of currently Ray has no memory other than his name. No biggy. Nobody is carrying anything other than their cloths (for the record, everyday clothing, not sleeping clothing
I can't think of anything else to talk about, so I'll get to replying to Ray's cleverly written post (by quality, I mean I would prefer none of that), and throwing out that post for us that I promised so long ago.
PS, in case it wasn't obvious, Ray now remembers the terms 'Wraith' and 'Dread Wraith' and anything that might be immediately attached to those thoughts. Also he has a vague idea of what D&D was in his life.
There's so much conversation going on in the Q&A *drowning in sarcasm*
But that aside, I just wanted to say that I used the log to allow you to go ahead. So that I don't need to describe it anywhere, here are your positions just at the start of battle:
Ben- in the alcove before the open door, straight ahead is a skeleton, and there is one to the back right also.
Ian- is behind him, simple as that.
Galen- is behind him with his back to the other side of the hall.
Jeremy- was walking just behind Ian, but now stands to his right, as the door was to the right. He cannot see the enemies yet.
Owen- behind Jeremy, beside Galen
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Artistic, ain'it? The ticks are to rectify the inability to use more than 1 space in a post
Posted on 2008-06-21 at 14:19:09.
Edited on 2009-03-29 at 00:58:49 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Came, saw dead people, killed 'em. You know people are getting lazy when they can't even bother to
Both bone walkers had been reduced to piles that summed of their previously concerted parts, with the addition of further fractured skulls and other damage.
"Haha, thrilling, absolutely thrilling," Ben panted, "Hey, Owen, you alright back there?"
The other previous leader of the party leaned back against the stone wall. This encounter had not been as thrilling for him. Owen's legs still weren't sure that they could hold him up, and his stomach was struck up within a pit deep inside, not mentioning the burning lines so close to that area. For all that, however, Owen nodded that he was ready to continue, "I'm okay now, I should be fine. S'long as I don't have to do that again."
Galen, bathed in faintly pulsing silver light came to inspect his wound. The over large white t-shirt Owen wore was maroon-soaked around the shreds of the garment. Owen's left arm also was marked with blood, in his attempt to hold back the flow to as great an extent as possible.
Apparantly satisfied with his inspection, Galen turned, "You were hit too, weren't you Ben? Can I see?"
Owen descended upon his spellbook as he saw Ben considering a large stone door that blocked progress beyond the room. He kept one arm pressed to his gut, the other preoccupied with his spellbook.
Both Ian and Galen swooped upon one of the former hostiles and dismantled his legs. Owen's hands were for the time, full however, so he mustered a half-hearted kick that displaced a now lightless skull. However they existed, we fixed that, he thought.
The room they were in, for all it's invisible height, was wider than it was far across. The wall to the left and right remained shadowed, though visible. It contained a pair of braziers on either side of the marked path running down the center of the room, one of which was knocked over and apparantly broken. It wide as the hall they came from that extended straight up to the door and could be seen extending down another hall, thanks to Ben's quick efforts.
Ian thought to look around the room some more, but their fearless leader, though proceeding with a measure more of caution, left little time to dawdle while things dangerous and malicious roamed. The only way was onward, as all backward was the deepest known part of the dungeon had already been delved.
To the right in the short hall ahead, lay an alcove. The end of the hall turns left. Ben continues forth bravely and turns briefly to inspect the alcove. A rotting wooden door is all that greets him in the dark depression. There appears to have once been words scratched into the wood, but they are illegible now. The knob looks incredibly rusted, but that serves not to be a major problem, as the door isn't completely closed.
Ben reaches for the knob, pausing for a second as the others gather behind him. He holds up his only weapon- the torch, and pulls the door crankily open. He is rewarded for his curiosity with the hollow pin-point stares of two more fleshless bodies that have been dragged into slavery by dark magic.
Posted on 2008-06-21 at 14:06:21.
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Topic: Star Wars Trivia...Useless and Otherwise
Subject: Even I can get this one
That was Camino (sp?), the planet of the cloners.
Aw crap... now I need to give a question... What is Han Solo's son's name. This should be easy too, he's named for an important figure in earlier movies.
(I realize my question extends beyond the movies, but I'm not the first and probably won't be the last)
EDIT: apparantly Kamino is spelled with a K, which means it is not as similar as the spanish verb for oneself walking as I thought.
Posted on 2008-06-20 at 23:19:32.
Edited on 2008-06-20 at 23:25:18 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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Topic: You Filthy Little Thief!!!
Subject: Miran's valiant rescue
Miran might have cursed when he lost the dagger to the beast's flesh. He sought to return his grip to it momentarily, but the Sea Cat squirmed the weapon out of reach in its struggles with Pio. Rather than wait for the dagger to return to his grasp, he went for another. His heart froze with his hand on the weapon.
The form familiar to any eye as a deadly predator loomed into the Thunder River. Another enemy approached, though even as it came closer it remained a shadow to the eye. It was the black of malevolence, and its eyes hungered for death. It streaked forth and attacked the first predator, though the cat proved to be an even match for it, and held it back. The blood in the water had clearly maddened this murderous creature and drawn it up the river.
Miran's reaction to this was quite simply to get away from the monsters as fast as possible. He turned and swam for the surface, his lungs beginning to scream for air. If Pio had any sense he would escape and do likewise. The wounded Sea Cat would not stand long against the Shark, and after it had finished the one kill, it would desire another quick two to top off its frenzy.
When he broke the surface and filled his lungs with the ever under-appreciated air, he screamed at the siblings on dock, "There's another one! Help! Pio's still down there!"
Should Pio not show up within a few seconds (or more likely, Percifeer explains the situation... at least slightly more likely.) Miran will draw his other dagger and go back under to do battle with shark and sea cat and whatever other horrors may surface from the depths before this skirmish ended.
Posted on 2008-06-20 at 23:04:16.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Twin Worlds Q&A
Subject: POST!
I'm not the only one playing this game. As far as I know. Perhaps we should verify the others' attendance, to see if they're actually that enthusiastic about continuing this on the RDInn.
Posted on 2008-06-20 at 03:01:47.
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Topic: Looking for Interest in New Online RPG
Subject: Hmm........
I'm thinking.......
1-Five Seconds to Save the World is my favourite I think
2,2-Second place is awarded to both Subway and Lost and Profound. I love stories about propeganda and defying tyranny, so I couldn't decide of the better of the two.
3-Finally, Castle Rautenberg takes up third place for garnering my interest.
Posted on 2008-06-20 at 02:39:41.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Ooh
Yin's cheeks turn a bit red with embarrassment, "I know it's a bit improper, I mean the shape, but I couldn't think of any others..."
Willow held the box in her hands, staring at it for a moment as she sat on her bed. The token was indeed very beautiful. She kept her head down, her long hair covering her face from the sides. Whether it was visible in her face or not, Yin's embarrassment in turn made her uneasy, causing blood to rush to her face.
"This must have cost you a fortune," Willow uttered after a pause, "you shouldn't have gone to the tr-" she interrupted herself forcibly by leaning over her bed to grab the packaged ring suddenly. She didn't try to refuse the necklace again. "Thank-you." She put away the ring, and picked up the necklace.
He's right, the shape is a little inappropriate to give to a girl who has been engaged. At least he had the sense not to get it in red. Purple, the colour of majesty, and wisdom. It isn't too inappropriate. she thought for some time on it.
"But I didn't get anything for you," she said. She took up the mithral chain delicately in her hands and put the necklace on next to the silver chain of the golden amulet that bore the lion's noble and serene features. She drew the lion amulet from her shirt, the disk of the necklace about an inch and a half wide. The two fit together nicely, with the heart's chain hanging it just above the gold medal. Who could have seen me three years ago and guess that I'd end up wearing so much jewelry? she thought to herself with a private laugh.
Then she promptly stood up and wrapped her arms around the shorter Yin in a friendly thank-you hug. "Don't move, I'll be 10 minutes at the most." With that she considered the objects remaining on her person. She left her magic bag behind and took only her money pouch and the necklaces. She wanted not to loose anymore valubles today.
Willow left the Barracks, trying to decide what she would get Yin. She avoided the place where she lost her ring, with a painful thought about the direction, and went looking for shops that might have something nice. What would suit Yin?
Posted on 2008-06-19 at 22:27:42.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Over the hills and through the Haunted Graveyard.... We ain't going to Gramma's place anymore...
Ray beganed to build into a full panicked state as more and more deathless aberrations continued to show themselves. His legs returned to full motion once again as he vaulted over the low stone wall surrounding the graveyard. The second Spectre merely watched from before her tree as Raymond passed.
Inside the Graveyard there were laid out a fairly large number of modest graves, usually 2-3 feet tall. Disturbingly, every grave held before it a patch of disturbed earth where the ambient dead grass had never thought to grow back over. For all that Ray could see, nothing was left with life in this damnéd land.
He flew between graves, most standing with ages of wear, though a number had collapsed into rubble. The dismal light of the gray day revealed at the far end of the field of tombstones three horribly thin men. He didn't need to think to know he would be avoiding these individuals. That which he had seen thus far made his choice blatantly obvious to turn.
With the ocean and cliffs waiting to his left, animated corpses before him, and bodiless evil spirits behind, a sharp rightward adjustment to his course became ideal. In addition, in this direction lay the badly rusted barred gates to the den of death. One lay broken off it's hinges in a half-opened state, the other hung rusted and fully opened. Not that he had time for inspection in his haste, but it was clear to see that the gates were bent outward by some force. Also, there were words forged on the gate.
The old dirt path he found himself following led ahead and bent slightly to the right. Ray paused for a moment, heart pounding and just about to need a breather. He decided to get that breather now, fifty feet down the road, for lack of immediate signs of danger. He saw that the fog not completely gone where he stood, but greatly dispersed. At the moment now, he could not make out much of the scenery of his new position. To the path off to the left were tall shadows that could be many dead trees for their size and shape. These shapes continued, forming a treeline that extended away into mist, along his side. To his right and back, the obelisk wasn't actually visible anymore for the fog seemed to thicken greatly in that direction. Down the path lead nothing within sight, yet.
His breath was fully caught, and he was free to determine what direction he would continue in now. Though for the lack of immediate threat, he decided that the three undead men in the graveyard might have seen him and could be coming after him at this moment. A quick glance over his shoulder showed their absence from his present line of sight.
Posted on 2008-06-19 at 18:46:50.
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Topic: Why'd You Choose Your Avatar?
Subject: Well...
I decided that I would find something nobody else had, that was just a little unique. When I saw this, I decided that I liked the colour combination, and decided it would fairly unique to have a unicorn picture as a guy. I just ended up sticking with it.
Posted on 2008-06-19 at 03:37:59.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Lion! Tigers! Reanimated Skeletons! Oh my!
As Owen falls backwards almost onto Jeremy, Galen forces himself to be cool and collected, almost to the point where human emotion is nothing. He allows his arcanabula to plummet to the stone floor, landing with a thwap, to free up one hand for the gestures of spellcasting. He intones the words to a spell and suddenly is illuminated with a bright silvery light playing across his entire body and spilling holy radiance over the dungeon walls.
"Jeremy, get out of the way." Galen said as he prepared to turn the radiance into a concentrated beam of celestial light.
Meanwhile, Owen was hastily semi-crab walking back from the skeleton that had attacked him. He backed up until Jeremy now stood ahead of him. It was not an action of bravery, but he was on the ground with a wound in his stomach, he really didn't want to be close to the undead creature.
Ben, on the otherhand was completely into the battle, yelling bold statements above the cries of war. He drew back his arm with the torch and a brilliant idea formed in his mind. With the torch he swung a smokey trail at the skeleton, which reflexed back out of harms way.
Jeremy, under command from the cold, stern voice from behind him, doubled over and retreated out of Galen's way. However, Ian seemed not to hear, or else to ignore out of adrenaline rush, Galen's warning, and jumped in front of his older brother. His torch arm swung back as his fist leapt up to attack the skeleton. The bone walker took advantage of Ian's proximity, though Ian hopped back from the claw at his abdomen. As a consequence, neither of the hand to hand combatants struck each other.
Both skeletons lunged out again. Ben easily dodged the swipe his arm and though Ian had a bit closer of a call, neither were struck.
Galen now was ready to strike, to the drastic misfortune of Ian. With his radiance in full force, Galen was ready and able to strike at anytime he so chose. It was an unfortunate thing that Ian happened to have misheeded the warning. Of course, killing the skeleton would be the most desireable effect of his attack, so he tried to target the undead monster.
Silver light built and fluxuated around him, streaming in argent rivers to a concentrated point before his palm. With a single thought, he takes as careful aim as he can and unleashes the beam of celestial light. The ambient silver glow around Galen wanes instantly upon releasing the assault, diminishing to merely half its former stength.
(Note: Changes have been made and this description is now moot. From the looks of things, Galen instead fired a small crackling ball of electricity, not a Light of Lunia spell. Same holds for the second time he fires the light. In the zombi encounter, picture him lamenting the lack of a shield rather than casting one.)
The skeleton targeted could not help but see the stoic long haired figure surrounded in silvery light. When the energy concentrated at Galen's palm, the necrotic energies mastering the puppetry pulled the bones out of the way. As the beam grazed past Ian's head, he could feel the energy of the beam as it streaked past and blasted into the door at the other end of the room. Quick as it came it was gone as it was absorbed by the door.
Owen, having had a front row show to the blast stood up then. His body almost completely blocked Galen's immediate line of sight as the injured giant stretched out his hand. His stomach was burning in three lines, and with each throb he could feel more blood trickle out. He had never bled out like this as far as he could remember. The arm that was carrying his spellbook was applying pressure to the wound, while the spellbook lay at his feet. As great as the pain was, Owen focused his mind to a single task. With a quick utterance of words, energy of a different sort compiled into his outstetched, slightly cupped hand. He channeled this power as the spell description indicated, forming a single shuriken above his hand. It was transparent save for the outline sketched with blue energy, making it appear similar to a crystal statuette.
He saw over his brother's shoulder the intended recipient of the spell, and gestured forward by dropping two fingers. The shuriken of invisible force glidded forward instantly, weaving over his younger brother to come to direct contact with the skeleton, no matter how it moved. In the slightest second before impact, the shuriken formed a small explosion, unleashing the energy put into its creation. The fairly lightweight structure was blasted back and after so many missed attempts, the energy holding the skeleton in animation was defeated. The bones were strewn back from the skeleton's position carelessly.
The sudden turn in luck of having only a single offender to hold off may have helped Ben, or perhaps he judged his strike better this time, but torch and skeleton connected. The skeleton recoiled from the hit and the bones were chared from the heat that they were introduced at a forcible rate.
Jeremy, seeing the high-intensity beam of light subside, begins to move up between Galen and Owen. When Owen strikes down the skeleton, he leaps into action and throws himself past Ian. His nimbleness and perhaps even size allow him to cavort past the skeleton without provoking an attack. When he came to a stop directly next to the monster, he shot his fist at the skeleton, which evaded him, though the counter attack was far less than impressive against the tumbling invader of personal space.
Ian then leapt in, utilizing his torch the same way he had seen Ben do so. Though for all his eagerness, the narrow miss from the beam may have thrown off his equilibrium, but his attack came no where close to striking the lone mindless warrior. Surrounded on from the from and right, the lack of a brain couldn't tell the skeleton to retreat, and the mindless energy holding it together again attacked Ben. It threw itself with both claws at Ben, but the one time sword trainee knew enough to watch for where the attacks were going to place themselves and get away from there.
Galen resigns his magic for the time being, the spell will last for at little while, and so it may be good for use later. If not to fire, as a personal source of light, should he tire of the torch that now provided better illumination than there energies. Owen too, realized that there was nothing to be done but nurse his injury and watch the other three beat on the undead abomination.
Ben swung again, and in a repeat performance of his first shot, he missed with his torch. Jeremy too, swung but in being overly wary of the return attack that would be suffered, missed. Finally a deft swing with a torch put the triple-threatened skeleton out of its misery. The blow cracked the skull skull of the undead open.
Posted on 2008-06-18 at 05:24:17.
Edited on 2008-11-18 at 19:20:05 by Sibelius Eos Owm
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