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Topic: Running to look
Subject: The guilty are named.
After an hour the rain all but stopped, “Well it looks like we will have a cold morning. The storm is moving on and when the clouds brake it will get cold quickly. What do you say we stop and I start a fire to keep us warm.” The horse stopped as if he understood.
A fire was started a bed roll placed and the horse was wiped down. The stranger sat watching the fire. “So you be thinken of turnen around and stop yur runnen?”
The stranger knew the voice, “Look old man I know you’re not real. You’re a voice inside my head. One that has made me think and that is all you are. Now you must go from my awaking thoughts and leave me be.” The stranger turned to spy a small imp sitting on a stone next to the horse.
“I’ll be goin but only after I have told you this. That Inn that was dry and warm is only around the next bend in the trail. I thinks it would be nice to get out of the cold and wet weather.” Then the imp that sounded like the old man from before turned and slipped quietly back into the darkness of the woods. The stranger stood up gathered his things and loaded up the horse that stood quietly while he was loaded up for another trek.
The old man was right, it seemed only but about half an hour the stranger and his horse came to a bind in the road. Sure as the sun rises there stood the inn. It’s lantern still a warm beacon to all who traveled the woodland path. The stranger dismounted his horse and called out, “Newt!.”
Newt came running from the barn, “Sorry sir, did not hear you ride up. The stay will be free seeings how your last stay you left before the sun was awake.” Newt lead the horse toward the barn and as he did he pulled a red apple from his coat pocket, “You’ll be wanting this I’ll bet.” He held the red apple and the horse gave approving snort and began to mouth at the red fruit. The stranger watched as the two entered the barn, his eyes then went sky ward. Sure enough the clouds had broken away, the stars dotted the now calm sky. A cool breeze now blow down from the north and a chill began to take hold of the evening.
The stranger entered the inn, the fire place was warm, the music played, and all inside seemed happy and content in the moment. The inn keeper came by the stranger in a bit of a rush, “Welcome back, your same table is open. You will be haven the same as last time?”
“Yes.” The stranger made his way to the same dark corner as last time and took a seat. A tankard of ale, a bowl of mutton, and a basket of bread were placed on the table. After the stranger ate a second tankard of ale was brought to the table and a bowl of fresh pipe weed was brought to the stranger by the serving wench. The stranger removed a small pouch from a breast pocket and filled his pipe with his own smoke. The stranger drifted off to another place as he enjoyed his ale and pipe and watch the flame dance on the candle’s edge.
“He is my son! And that is the word of a King and in be such will not be questioned!” The king slammed his golden goblet of mead down on the table. The great hall fell silent. Many in the hall that day knew the King well and knew his tone was not up for debate.
It was then the doors flung open and two men in their 24th year. The both stood a few inches taller than the average man of the realm. Both had dark hair and green eyes. That is were the similarities stopped. One was slim and carried a small wooden shield and a Shorten Bastard sword an elegant long bow was on his back with a quiver of arrows. His cloak was green in color but the crest of the king was emblazoned on his leather breast plate. The other was must thicker in build. His shield was a large wooden monstrosity that was slung over his back and in his hands he carried a battle axe that still was stained with the blood of his vanquished foes. On his side was sheathed a full sized Bastard sword that matched the other’s. The tunic he wore over his battle armor was that of the king. The two spoke as if only one was speaking, “Father we have returned from your valleys in the northern lands. Once more peace has returned and all love you there.”
The King stood and looked at his queen, “Look my wife our sons have returned from battle.” He then addressed the entire Great Hall, “Look my good people my TWO sons have returned from the uprising in the north.” He then looked at his two boys, “Come my sons tell us of the war.”
The two stepped toward the great table when the both stopped and with a smile on their face played a game of ‘Rock Paper Scissors’. The slimmer of the two won, “Ha! I get to sit by the most beautiful woman in the castle,” and he took the chair directly to the queen’s left.
The other took the chair to the King’s right, “Next time brother it will be I who sits there and you will have to sit next to the old man.” The two laughed and together told the story of the year long battle in the northern lands.
“So you see father, it was not your own people that rose up against you but people others from other lands.” The two then leaned back.
The King had a very heavy look upon his face, “I had fear of this. An enemy we can see, we can face. I have had fear of a enemy from with in for many moons now.” As the King spoke the queen made the ever so slightest hand movement and the guards moved to the two doors and they were closed and bared. “I did not know of my son’s return from battle would come this day but it seems the Gods know best and have chosen the day to bring them back to my side. There are those of you here that have questioned one of my son’s loyalties to the crown.”
The two brothers turned and looked at one another and a fire could be seen in each of their eyes. As one they spoke, “Who speaks such words against my brother? Step forward and answer for your treachery!”
The King stood, “Silence! This is still my Great Hall and I will make choices for my people. Not the two of you!” The two brothers bowed to their father and took their seats once more. “There are three among you that I know have questioned the loyalty of one of my children. One of you I can forgive because your words were spoken out of true concern for the land and the people of this land. The other two will die this very day and those of their house will find the same fate if they do not step forward.”
As if on command three men stepped forward from the court that gathered in the Great Hall that day. Two wives cried, one was puzzled, two of three houses would not see the days sun rise the same way again.
Posted on 2009-11-05 at 01:52:07.
Edited on 2009-12-11 at 06:06:25 by Kyle
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Topic: RDI Stats 2009
Subject: Thinking spot
Kyle over hears the conversation as he walks by, "I used hot tub chat once, lap top never worked again. Stupid water."
Posted on 2009-10-31 at 15:14:01.
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Topic: Old newb
Subject: Words of Greetings
Kyle enters the Inn and approaches the bar, “Keep a bar towel and a mug of your finest ale.” Kyle tosses two gold coins on the bar and with a smile, “It was a good day.” Kyle wipe the blood from his face and then downs the mug, “Another mug while I wait on a plate of what ever is on the fire and a glass of wine with my meal. I will be taking a room if you have one?”
“Mutton on the fire, wife made it. Goes good with the house wine and there is always room for one of Odin’s finest. Good Kyle, sir.” The keep says as he places another mug in front of the War Cleric.
Kyle turns and scans the inn for a table and sees a new face. Kyle waits as the stranger introduces himself and then takes his seat. Grugg, of the Moderator clan is first to give words of welcome. Then the Lady Brianna gives here greetings to the new comer.
Kyle then approaches and extents his hand in greetings, “I am Kyle Westhelm of the house Westhelm, War Cleric of Odin, I also remember my first box set,” Kyle pauses for a moment, “A red box and the dice I think were light blue with a white stick of wax for coloring.” Kyle stops for a second and then looks at Deathwysh, “Well with that I give away my age. Anyway, welcome to the Inn of the Red Dragon. Perhaps one day we will travel together on the road to the next.”
Posted on 2009-03-03 at 00:29:07.
Edited on 2009-03-03 at 00:31:12 by Kyle
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Topic: Running to look
Subject: Running to look
The lightening played in the sky above. The moon hidden behind a thick blanket of dark clouds, the rain had not yet started to fall but the air was heavy with the smell of what was soon to come. The front door lantern cut through the darkness, a beacon of warmth in a land of darkness. As he approached he could hear the laughter from in side.
A young boy came from the security of a barn, “Put your horse up for the night good sir?” The stranger dismounted and handed the rains to the boy. As the boy took them, “Name is Newt, just ask for me and I will do what I can to serve you good sir.” The boy turned and led the horse to the barn.
The stranger stops and looks at the sigh swing in the wind, ‘The Badger and Tankard.’ A flash of lightening lit the sky and the stranger steps toward the door and enters. The place falls silent as all eyes fall upon the stranger and then slowly all go back to what it was they were doing before the stranger entered.
He moves to a table and takes a seat. The tavern keep walks up, “Welcome, and what will be having?”
The stranger sniffs the air, “What ever it is you have on the fire and a tankard of what fills the barrels here.” The Keep nods and moves off. The candle on the table dances in the still smoke filled air of the tavern and for a moment the stranger drifts off to another place.
But is brought back to the sound of a plate of mutton and potatoes along with a tankard of ale, “if you will be needing anything else just ask and I will do what I can.” The Keep said and he rushes off again. The stranger starts to eat and was surprised at the good taste of the mutton and ale.
“No need to be asken, for yes I will be taken a seat,” the old man pulled out a chair and stat down across from the stranger. He stopped eating and looked up at the old man. “No need to be stopen on my account, go on and continue to enjoy.” The old man placed a plate of bread on the table, “you’ll be needen that to sup up the gravy that is left behind.” The stranger pulled off a piece of bread and continued to eat.
When the stranger finished his meal he looked up at the old men.
“Now you’ll be asken yourself ‘what does this old fool want?’ but it is not what I’ll be wanten but it is what you be runned from that should be what your asken.” The stranger moved his hand to the hilt of his sword hidden under his cloak. The old man lifted his hands, “Now why would you be wanten to go there? Ifen what I see is true, one such as your self would be haven not to fear from one such as me self.”
The stranger smiled and moved his hand back to his tankard, “If I was to be running how about you tell me, old man what I am running from.”
The old man called for another two tankards of ale to be brought to the table and when they arrived he looked at the stranger, “I be thinken it is not what but who. You see a man such as yourself, who has been runnen for long. Need not be runnen any longer. You see there comes a time when one such as yourself should start looken again.”
“But what if what one is running from catches up, then what would one do?” the stranger asked as he seemed to be interested is what the old man had to say.
“Well I be thinken and this is just me thanken now. That one such as yourself could be handel what ever it is that be chasen you, and that the problem would not be yours but theirs that be fallowen ifen those that who be looken were to find what they are looken for.” The old man stood and turned and started walking toward the door, “But you keep one thing in mind. That those such as yourself who has been runnen for so long, need to be mindful of what you start looken for. You might not want to find it to fast. Just put yourself in the boots of those looken for you ifen they find you.”
It was then a drop of rain hit the face of the stranger and he found himself upon his horse slowly walking down a path the cut its way through a darken and lonely wood. He stopped his horse and thought for a moment. The stranger then turned his horse around, “It is time we stopped running and started looking. The horse seemed to have a new spring in his step as the two made their way back from where they ran from.
Posted on 2009-02-22 at 22:50:54.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: NO!
From a long time lurker… Is Bull’s Eye dead!?
Posted on 2008-11-16 at 20:53:57.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: Lurk, will I
Kyle sees a cloaked and hooded figure enter the tavern, the lightening outside still playing off in the distance. The figure moves around the tavern and it is not long before Kyle sees in this figure what he has seen many times before. “Well dog, it seems yet another rich merchant has need for others to do his less desirable work.” The large mix bread at Kyle’s feet lifts his head and looks at Kyle as if listening to every word and understanding each of them. Kyle grabs a small peace of bread from the table and drops it to the dog. Kyle sits quietly at his corner table and watches.
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“See dog, I told you.” The dog this time did not move except for his tail. A slight swooshing sound as it began to wag. “It seems this lot is to head off to the south. A very bad and unforgiving part of the realm.” It did not take long before several in the tavern that night showed some interest in the job at hand and began to ask questions. “It won’t be long now.”
Sure enough a short time later one stood and came to the table of the cloaked figure, “I am a ranger by trade and will travel if you will have me.”
A few tables over another stood but he spoke from where he stood, “If the price is right and you will have me, my blade will be yours for the time.”
“Well that makes two.” This time the dog sat up and looked as if he were watching the goings on in the tavern. Kyle moved his hand to the top of the dog’s head and gave a little scratch behind the ear.
“I am a jack of all trades but master of none. I will go and give aid as I may.” Spoke a third man from across the common room.
The dog then looked up at Kyle and gave a small whimper. “No dog, I think I will not travel this time, but perhaps we will lurk. I am intrigued as to why send a small band of only 4 to 5 down to the wilds of the south.”
The dog seemed to understand, ‘good I no have to train another human to scratch ear’ the dog nosed Kyle’s hand.
The figure then looked at his scrolls, “Good I have you ranger, put your mark here.” The ranger stepped forward and put his mark on the scroll. “You make the second, one of your kind has already given name and blade to my cause.” The figure went back to his scrolls and then spoke, “Ok, I have gold enough to send 2 or 3 more.”
Posted on 2007-06-01 at 13:38:41.
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Topic: My Creations
Subject: This is a complement or meant to be
Kyle sits silent for a while and then as if speaking to no one but toward the Lady SilentOne, “Your words have more truth than some may think. They sting like a poison dagger one might hold to their own bosom, yet as soft as a summer day moved by the wings of a butterfly.” Kyle lifts his tankard to his now quiver lips and takes a sip to steady his nerves or to hide what he is now feeling inside. “The heart will not let go, the mind will not forget, the body longs for, the soul devoured.” He then pauses and a smile drifts across his face. “A poisoned chalice is the raven unto me.”
Posted on 2007-05-31 at 17:12:04.
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Topic: Short Stories
Subject: You plan to stop?!?
Kyle tapped his mug of ale on the table, “Well said but what is this? You wish to end it there? How can this be? You have told us of Bryson and when last we heard the ringing of sword being drawn still rings in our ears. Then you tell us of a prince who would be King but only after he finds his lost sister.” Kyle stands, “Now with song and hope you tell us we are to just go about our marry way, leaving princes locked away and sword at the ready.” Kyle shakes his head no, “I will not, I can not let you just end it there without letting you know what kind of injustice do to us if you do not tell us of their fate.” With all said Kyle takes his seat and is now eying the Lady Flirt to see if she continues.
Posted on 2007-05-09 at 15:10:00.
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Topic: Recruitment Posting Game!!!
Subject: doing my part.
Kyle stands, “I am guilty of one who posts much in the posting games keeping the recruitment post down. I do not run a game here at the Inn but I lurk many and post in two. Now I ask you good people… How am I to lurk if you people don’t play?”
Posted on 2007-04-25 at 12:04:25.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: <->
Puff!
The rest of the world is just like you. Welcome to the norm.
I wish the phone would ring with that special call.
Posted on 2007-04-24 at 15:13:32.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: I love Cheese
Kyle holds up his glass of wine, “The moon, it is made of cheese… mmm I love cheese.”
Kyle then looked at Lady Lyskhala, “Party foul because Miko did not leave of a choice so I did. Party foul on me… went out of turn please forgive”.
“Now as for choices… Sunrise or Sunset?”
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 18:12:42.
Edited on 2007-04-20 at 18:13:13 by Kyle
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: <->
Puff! The birdhouse you made many years ago is still together. Oh what such strong nails you have.
I wish reality would just go away.
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 18:06:55.
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Topic: These are the Questions of our Lives.
Subject: <->
Kyle takes a sip from his tankard and then lights his pipe. After a second or two, “I think all questions do something for the Inn. Creativity is a major part of the Inn. As for the other things in question, well I will keep them to myself, for I wish to not step on toes.”
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 18:00:15.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Party foul
Choices...
Tea or coffee
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 16:45:05.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: <->
muck and mud.
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 16:43:36.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Party foul
PUFF! You are in many third world countries, but not where you live.
*Party foul, my last wish was not corrupted but explained and it does hurt*
Moving on…
I wish, I could play a musical instrument.
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 16:05:31.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: here are your scissors and glue
You are now admin and are charged with moving every game post over to the new site one letter at a time. (hands fantasy scissors and glue)
I wish love did not hurt as deeply as it does.
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 13:03:49.
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Topic: DND Trivia Game
Subject: Truth are these words.
Kyle stands and grasps his holly symbol, “As a battle cleric of Rohann, Goddess of the Sea, I have been taught some of the ways of the enemy. Gruumsh is the one you speak of.” Kyle turns to Almerin, “You speak the truth.” He then begins to address all in the Inn that night, “Gruumsh One Eye is another of his many names, is the most worshiped or feared god of the orcs.” Kyle spits upon the ground when saying that word. “Gruumsh holds power over those he governs by brute strength. This Gruumsh is a vile and evil being.” Kyle then bows to Almerin, “I believe by the rules of the game it is your turn to put forth a question.”
Posted on 2007-04-17 at 17:11:36.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Wondering
“Not all those that wonder are lost. Not my own words but they seem fitting some how.”
Wondering
Posted on 2007-04-17 at 13:52:40.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Seeker
“Truth Seeker, one who seeks the truth, but one man’s truth is another man’s fantasy.”
Seeker
Posted on 2007-04-17 at 12:14:34.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Picking numbers now
^ Sending me a check as we speak
< Buying a lotto ticket today
V Dances as if the world is not watching
Posted on 2007-04-16 at 18:16:08.
Edited on 2007-04-16 at 18:17:11 by Kyle
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Banana
MMMMmmmmmm Banana pudding
Banana
Posted on 2007-04-16 at 18:05:54.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: a..
It is easy,
Posted on 2007-04-16 at 16:55:44.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Custard
Kyle can do nothing but laugh after saying that…
Custard
Posted on 2007-04-16 at 16:53:51.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Madness
Kyle leans forward into the light of the candle that sits on the table. The light plays on his face, “Madness, A madness that creeps into the mind and feeds upon it like a jackal upon a rotting corps. Like a chill that grabs your spine and will not let go, like the first frost that never happens. Reavers, are not human, but then again are we human anymore?”
Madness
Posted on 2007-04-11 at 14:01:02.
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