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What music (if any) are you listening to... in General
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Saint-Saens Symphony No.3 in C minor, 'Organ'. I'm not familiar enough with it to say which movement, given I only just turned on the radio, but I'd hazard the 2nd.

Dvorak is my preference for blasting out the car speakers.

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Neris finishes binding Vincent’s wounds and turns to Kris. He has not yet recovered consciousness, and she becomes alarmed when she cannot feel him breathe. “Sir! Sir!”

The healer blinks and looks down at the small hands tugging on his tunic. His gaze travels beyond her to the one critical patient he has not yet treated. “I’m coming, child,” he says. He notes in passing the remains of the Geraldian armour, and his frown deepens when he senses how close Kris is to dying. Gathering the last of his strength, he casts as powerful a healing spell as he can manage.

When it is done, Kris is no longer on the edge of death. The exhausted healer turns to Neris. “Look after them for me, child.” He moves away to confer with the alchemist.


The archway is a twisted metal bracket, utterly functional in design. Gerald paces around it, watching his mages pour more and more energy into it until the centre is filled with a shimmering wall. The First mage bows to Gerald.

“It is done, my lord.”

“You are certain of the exit point?”

The mage’s shrug is subtle. “As certain as we can be, my lord. It is not too great a distance, but without an anchor on the other end-“ he shrugs again.

The order goes out. Ten soldiers step through the portal…

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Eirik turns away from the window and resumes his chosen position. Out of the corner of his eyes he watches Galen, who is once again juggling his remaining flasks.

“Should you be doing that?” Eirik asks. “What happens if you drop one?”

Galen grins. “If I should let one slip, you will be down one warrior.” He looks around at the defenders edging away from him. “Possibly more.” Then he laughs merrily. “Worry not. In all my years I have juggled far worse and come through with nary a scratch. I am Galen Firemaster, and there is no creature better skilled at my craft than I.”

So saying, he increases the pace of his throws, weaving a complex and vision-blurring pattern all about him. He uses more than his hands: feet as well, and shoulders and knees, and any part of his body that could fit this intricate dance. With a fine instinct for the dramatic he juggles until it seems to his audience that he cannot keep it going and he must drop one, and, teetering on that edge, he tosses all the flasks high up, catching them quickly before they hit the ground as they rain down around him.

Galen bows and retreats beyond the circle that had formed around him. Catching his breath, he observes that his audience seems a little less tense now, and a private smile flitters across his face. If he’d thought ahead, he would have put a hat out. There is no more appreciative an audience than one badly needing a distraction.

He can hear the voices of the maane, whispering, cajoling, wanting. His companions are not Wanderers and cannot hear them, and for that Galen is grateful. He knows that they will attack his mind again, soon, and it will take all his will, or more, to repel them. If they slip through his barriers but once, he will be lost, and his body no more than a shell controlled by the vengeful spirits. With that pleasant thought in mind, Galen once again runs through all the old rhymes, searching for something, anything, that will help.

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Scholastic Interests in General
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I'm coming to the end of my fourth year at university, studying Biomedical Engineering. Basically it's just a Science/Engineering double degree with a major in electrical/electronic engineering and your choice of a Biomedical Science. In my case, it's pharmacology.

Funnily enough, we're a med-school dropout degree too (Or at least a 'decided not to do medicine in the last minute' degree). I'm also the only one in my course (all seven of us. Whoo!) who wasn't the dux of our respective highschools. Next year I'll officially complete my degree, plus the Engineering Honours. I want to do Science Honours the year after that.


Forgive my ignorance, but what is a sophomore?

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Galen tips his head towards Lavius. “Aye, Cleric, do as you will. I also have an idea that may work.”

With that he falls silent, waiting, juggling several strangely shaped flasks in a complex pattern. If the others had time to watch they might be impressed; as it is, they simply face the advancing lines. The zombies and skeletons are pressing against the walls now, aiming for the doors and any other egress they can find. A window shatters.

“Has anyone thought that standing in a dark shrine is mayhap not the best place to fight the dark?”

Without missing a beat, one of his flasks flies through the broken window and drops in the midst of the zombies. The sharp sound of an explosion startles everyone, and they glance over to see several zombies burning to ash.

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[ooc] Tommy, that’s fine. I sort of figured you’d forgotten. No worries.


The healer and alchemist work frantically to ensure the stricken defenders do not die. Midway between casting one healing spell and recovering for the next, the healer looks around, and sees Neris standing by the edge of the impromptu healerie. She is pale, but written across her young face is the determination to help in some way. The healer nods to himself.

“Come here, child,” he calls. He offers her an urgent but gentle smile when she approaches. “Take some water and wash their wounds. Make sure you clean them properly.”

Neris nods and runs to get the water. When she returns, she glances from Kris to Aarow, to Vincent, unsure which one to help first. After a moment’s indecision she heads for Aarow. The healer, engaged in the beginnings of another spell, silently approves her choice. The archer is by far the closest to dying, caught as he had been by the Dark Wyrm’s breath.

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Ruined RPs in General
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Hm, I once participated in a RP where all the characters were all-powerful gods. It made for ... interesting... fights. It worked because we weren't serious about it, and we were all more interested in character development than 'winning', which would have been impossible anyway. We never did get around to the final apocalypse, though.

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What was the first game u played? in General
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First Spidweb game was Exile 3, and that's probably why I like it the best.

My first game ever... I can't remember, but it was probably either Fool's Errand, Shufflepuck Cafe, Prince of Persia or Zero Gravity. All black and white, of course.

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Neris peeks around the door, not daring to enter the cellars but unable to leave. The clamour of the battle has roused the resting defenders, and the bartender sends them to the walls in fear of another attack. He seems strangely unconcerned about the monks, which puzzles Neris no end. She cannot understand why he had let them into the cellars in the first place. She begins to think that maybe they are clouding her Da's mind with a minor charm.

A shout draws her attention back to the battle. Neris watches with wide eyes as Shadow Wolf staggers under the weight of the curse, while Aarow and Rasil move to aid him. Then she sees something that makes her breath stop in her throat.

Kris, unconscious and forgotten, lies in a steadily expanding pool of blood. The battle rages all around him, and Neris is afraid that the big monster will crush him. The battle shifts pace, leaving him in the open for a moment. Neris darts out and, grabbing his arm, starts pulling him to the safety of the cellar door. But she is not strong enough to move the fully grown and armoured man more than a few paces.

Neris bites her lip and tugs again, determinedly ignoring the big monster and the battle.

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[ooc] Guinea pigs were used for scientific experimentation. A human guinea pig is someone who's been experimented on. Eg, if a group want to eat a food they are unsure of, the human guinea pig is the one who takes the first bite to see what it tastes like. [/ooc]


The floor is hard and cold. Galen sits up carefully, flexing his sore limbs. He has rarely slept on a bed or even a mattress in his life, but marble is nowhere near as comfortable as soil and twigs. Eirik appears to be waiting for something, his back turned towards Galen, and the Wanderer chooses not to disturb him. Dimly, he hears the sounds of some strange battle. He listens to the chatter in the temple.

What he learns makes him feel cold all over again. Galen hides his growing anger with the practiced skill of a Wanderer. Who in their right mind would give power to the maane? These necromancers had interfered in Wanderer affairs, and that cannot be bourne.

At that moment Eirik notices him, and comes over to enquire over his health. Then he gets to the heart of his concern. "What was that?" he asks.

Galen looks at him, face unreadable. Wanderer business is Wanderer business, and he does not wish to reveal anything to those who are not Wanderers. But then, the necromancers had interfered, and he needs help to accomplish his duty. He sighs softly. "Maane," he replies, aware that Eirik is not the only one listening to him. "The spirits of the lost, who cannot or will not be released. I spoke to you of the kinslaying long ago. Your necromancers have awakened them to anger and given them forms they should not have. What do they hope to gain? Power, aye, would be my guess. You would be hard-pressed to find a larger and stronger field of maane anywhere within the Empire. Fools!" Galen spat the last word, his anger and fear revealing themselves for a moment before he forces them beneath the surface. "They control the maane by a mere thread. It would take so little for them to break the necromancers' wills. Whatever design your necromancers have is far, far better than what would happen next."

"And what is that?" Eirik asks.

"The anger of the forsaken given a weapon to wield. You do not wish to know." Galen looks away. These maane are Wanderer spirits, and their very nature made them more powerful than others. They would kill any living being in their path, certainly, Wanderer or not. But it is the Wanderers they will hunt; blood of their blood. Galen cannot let that happen.

He changes the subject. "For the moment, they rely on the forms given them by your necromancers. Kill them, and I will deal with the maane."

Eirik notes how hard it is for the Wanderer to speak of killing. He notes, too, the fear in his eyes when he speaks of the undead.

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[ooc] Heh. I like your summaries, Tommy. It does seem strange to give him a name after 5 pages of calling him variants on bartender/innkeeper. My bad, I entirely forgot about naming him. [/ooc]


“Come here, child.”

About to leave and answer a call for service that could be heard from downstairs, Neris looks at the healer. She crosses over to him and holds still willingly when he takes up her hands in his and studies them. After a minute or two, she shifts her weight from one foot to the other.

“Is something wrong?” she asks curiously.

The healer blinks and lets go of her hands. “Nay,” he says, smiling down at her. “Go on now, back to your chores.”

As she leaves, the healer turns back to Schostas with a thoughtful frown. His suspicions were correct, young though the girl is.


Neris serves Vincent and the rest of the customers clamouring for food. The barrel kept in the kitchen is drained to the last drop, and Neris goes down to the cellars to fetch more, forgetting the innkeeper’s warning about staying out of them.

One of the monks ignoring Vincent looks up as she enters the cellar. The monk and the young girl stare at each other without moving. Then Neris slowly backs out of the cellars, not taking her eyes off the monk until the door shuts between them. Whirling around, she runs back up the stairs, the empty pitcher in her arms falling forgotten to the floor. The innkeeper is startled when she throws herself upon his lap without warning and huddles against him, shaking and crying.

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…blood of our blood…

…come…

…join us…

…give it to us…

…blood of our blood…

…come … give us … BLOOD…


Galen thrashes uncontrollably. Lynn tries to calm him down, her gaze grim and worried. The townspeople and mercenaries clear a space around him, wary of the force in his movements. The seizures grow more violent, and Lynn at last resorts to tying the Wanderer’s hands and feet together to stop him from harming himself. Still unconscious, he is speaking rapidly now in a language she does not understand but recognises as a Wanderer dialect. Lynn is chilled, for his voice is filled with terror and is strained so much that she would not have recognised it for his were she not looking at him.

A shout precedes Eirik and a healer into the shrine. Lynn does not hide her relief as she looks up at them. “He’s getting worse,” she says.

The healer takes one look at Galen and immediately starts chanting, whatever words he might have said sacrificed for urgency. Sweat beads on his brow; his expression shows great strain as he brings his power to bear on Galen. The scar shrinks, slowly, slowly. Lynn and Eirik do not realise they are holding their breaths until they let them loose as the scar finally disappears.

But his struggles do not cease and his eyes remain tightly shut. They look at the healer, who shakes his head. “The wound is healed,” he says, a note of apology in his voice. “I’ve done all that is in my power. This- these seizures are not caused by the undead infection.”

“Then what are they caused by?” Lynn asks.

The healer shrugs helplessly. “He’s a Wanderer. They’re a strange folk, with magics they keep to themselves. It could be… anything…”

His voice trails away as he searches his memory for a long forgotten piece of trivia. What was it? Aye, Wanderers like their spice. They say it wards against … the unholy. Kneeling beside the thrashing Galen, the healer rifles through his pockets. Ignoring the inordinately large amount of small change the Wanderer carries, he takes the pouch of spices and tips its entire contents into a flask. The pungent smell of garlic, pepper and salt wafts through the air.

“Make him drink this.”

Eirik uses all his strength to subdue Galen’s movement, while Lynn holds his nose and empties the flask into his mouth. The Wanderer swallows reflexively. He curls up in a sudden fit of coughing that leaves blood splattered across the marble floor. When it stops, Galen is awake and breathing hard. He lies limp on the floor.

“Ai, maane”, he moans softly, voice hoarse. He blinks slowly, recovering, then holds his bound hands up to Lynn in silent request.

[ Tuesday, October 28, 2003 01:40: Message edited by: premonition ]

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What music (if any) are you listening to... in General
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Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers soundtrack, Howard Shore. 4th track.

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There is a small sound; the scuff of tentative foot against doorsill. The healer looks up and beckons. "Come in, child," he says kindly.

Neris enters the room fully. Her steps are taken with exaggerated care, so as not to disturb the patient. "Da tol' me, 'e called the pretty ones. An' Da said 'e sent my friend t' get me."

The healer's face betrays a momentary confusion, before he realizes what she means by 'pretty ones'. Then he nods. "Aye, that he did. The mage saved us all."

"Is 'e goin' t' be alright?"

The hesitation is profound. "We'll see. I must work now, child. Stay if you wish, but do not disturb us."

"It's because of me, isn't it? 'E's sick because of me." The healer is caught up already in another spell and does not answer. Neris moves to the bedside and looks down on Schostas. Picking up a cloth, she gently wipes his forehead, and the alchemist nods her approval. Neris bites her lip. She wants to say something, anything. But she has not the words to say all that she feels, and settles for laying one small hand across his brow in the childish hope that she might will him better.


[ooc] I'll get to the monks next post.

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The dragonfly gently sets Neris down in the courtyard. It's own landing is far less graceful; the strain of carrying its burden and flying such a long distance is too much for its wounded wing, and it all but crashes into the wall of the inn. The drakes move out of the way quickly to avoid the tumbling dragonfly.

Neris stands on somewhat wobbly legs for a bare instant before she is swept up in strong arms. The innkeeper is as close to tears as he has ever come, though he says not a word as he holds her tight. She looks at him with concern. "Da, are ye hurt?"

The innkeeper shakes his head. "No. But ye, Neris, are ye well?"

The girl nods happily. True, one half of her face is swollen and bruised terribly, and she aches all over from the rough horse and dragonfly rides But all this pales in comparison to being home again and knowing that her da wasn't hurt in that last battle. "I'm hungry, Da."

"We'll get ye some food, then, aye?"


An hour or so later, the gloomy atmosphere in the Middle Passing is lifted considerably when the defenders see Neris, safe again, serving drinks as if nothing had happened. She is cheerful, happy to be home and ecstatic to see the magical creatures at the inn, though she cannot seem to find her rescuer dragonfly friend.

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[ooc] Yes. Please let's try to keep this civil. [/ooc]


Galen leans against one wooden wall. The inn is crowded with mercenaries and frightened townspeople both. The Wanderer knows that now is the best time to do what is his livelihood: entertain. These people need it badly; they need to forget the maane that awaited outside. But his vision shifts and blurs with every little movement. Sweat beads upon his flushed brow and he shivers as though caught in a chill wind.

Ai, it had been a mistake to come to this place.

What can he do against such an evil? He is no drabarne to wield magic against these foes, and for the first time in his life, Galen wishes that he is and not rely on the trinkets the drabarne had given him. He wonders if the drabarne had known where Galen would find himself; if the drabarne had known of the endless anger in these maane, the hatred they hold for those still living and not trapped.

Galen suppresses a shiver not caused by fever. He needs a drink; leaning forward, the Wanderer reaches out to grab the glass of strong spirits. He misses on his first try, and his second. On the third, he lifts the glass, only to let it slip through nerveless fingers and crash upon the ground. The Wanderer follows the path of the glass, overcome at last by vertigo and the festering infection spread from the slash across his back.

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The curious grey light that is not yet dawn turns objects into shapeless monsters that change every time she looks at them. Neris starts running through the camp, a hollow feeling building in her stomach. She is hopelessly lost; the camp is larger than she had imagined and she cannot find the end.

Large shapes loom in front of her; Neris skids to a stop and starts to back away, but the figures grow arms that grasp at her. She stifles a scream and tries to pull free.

"What's this, then?" a rough male voice asks, and Neris is pulled into the light of a fire. "You're a pretty one. Come to have some fun with us?"

The three somewhat drunk soldiers laugh. Neris shakes her head frantically. "Please, sir, lemme go! I didn't mean no harm, sir."

"Aw, don't be that way." The one holding her arm with bruising force says something to his companions that makes them laugh again.

He curses as Neris kicks his shin as hard as she can. Neris yanks her arm out of his suddenly-loosened grip, but before she can take more than two steps, the others grab her. A stinging blow sends her sprawling to the ground.

"WHAT'S THIS?"

The soldiers go quiet, straightening as well as they can and offering sloppy salutes. Neris lies forgotten at their feet.

"What are you doing?" Kris, his voice gone deadly soft, strides into the firelight. He looks at the object of his not-yet begun search, quite relieved that she has not gone far. "Girl, come here."

Neris makes her choice without hesitation. Scrambling to her feet, she runs to stand behind Kris, as close as she dares to his back.

"We were- she-"

"You're drunk." The Captain looks at them with disgust. "On duty, no less. You should be glad you're not mine. As it is-" He details their punishment with stern authority and watches as they move resignedly away. Then he turns to look at Neris. She refuses to look at him, staring nervously at the ground, and Kris sighs. "Are you still hungry?" he asks, forcing gentleness into his tone. "I have food."

Neris perks up a little at the mention and, too scared to do otherwise, follows him back to his tent. Before they make it halfway Gerald intercepts them and begins discussing Kris' part in the day's plans, ignoring Neris. She begins edging away.

An abrupt rush of air is all the warning they have. Gerald and Kris both whirl around at Neris' scream, only to see her lifted into the sky by something that looks like nothing so much as a giant insect in the halflight. Gerald reacts quickly, putting arrow to bow and firing. The dragonfly drops a few metres accompanied by a higher pitch in the screams from Neris, but it recovers and is out of range before another shot can be fired.

Gerald stares after it. "Where is Asarton?" he asks.

"He hasn't been seen since yesterday and the fight with the Shadow creature."

"Find him. Or bring me back that girl."

Kris salutes and hurries away.



"Be calm, little one. I will not let you fall."

Halfway into drawing breath for another scream, Neris' mouth snaps shut in surprise. She opens her eyes cautiously for the first time since she had been unceremoniously picked up, and stares with wide-eyed wonder as the ground flashes by below. Then she looks up at the creature holding her. "Who are you?" She gasps, seeing the arrow embedded deep beneath one gossamer wing. "You're hurt!"

"I am your friend, young one. I will take you back to safety." The dragonfly pauses. "My wound is no more than a scratch," it adds. The lie achieves its purpose; Neris is comforted, though the dragonfly knows it no longer has the strength to make it back to the Middle Passing.


[ooc] Apologies for the length. I got carried away. This gets Kris out of trouble for the moment; yes, I felt sorry for him. :P

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[ooc] And the RP would not exist at all were it not for its creator, of course. I for one like the pace of this RP. I can keep up with it without having to read a dozen posts every time I stop by. Btw Tommy, call me prem. It's shorter to type :)
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The innkeeper nearly flies up the stairs in his haste to reach Schostas' room. He opens the door to find Schostas looking weary but alert. "I'm glad ye decided t' join us," he says gruffly, pouring out a mug of warm spiced mead for Schostas.

Schostas manages a nod and half-smile as he takes the proffered mug. Holding it in cupped hands, he lets it warm his chilled fingers.

With hard-kept patience the innkeeper waits for Schostas to recover. He looks sad, older and more tired than Schostas has ever seen him. Schostas realises suddenly that the fight has left the innkeeper, and that he is ready to surrender everything to Gerald in return for his daughter. The only thing holding him back is the faint trace of hope that Schostas had given him.



The tent is small, though larger than others; a privilege of rank. Neris huddles near one canvas wall on a makeshift mattress. She stares at Kris, biting her lip. Finally, she raises the courage to speak.

"P-please, sir. I'm hungry, sir."

The Captain looks up from his reports and frowns at the disruption. But, he considers, the girl had been no trouble and had made no complaint until now, and had not eaten since her capture. Standing up, he smiles at her, but she only bites her lip again and stares up at him with large frightened eyes. Kris sighs.

"Very well. You've been good; I'll get you some food."

He leaves the tent, speaks briefly with the guard outside, and Neris is alone. She does not move for a long moment, rooted to the spot by indecision. The promise of food holds her, for she is hungry, but greater than that is the desire to go home. Jumping up, she swipes the penknife off the low table and stabs it into the back canvas wall. With some difficulty she manages to make a slit large enough for her to slip through.

Neris crouches on the outside of the tent and looks around. The way is clear for the moment, though how long that will last she does not know. She starts moving as steathily as she can through the camp, heading in the direction she thinks is the inn.

I'm comin', Da.

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[ooc] The Wanderer is called Galen Firemaster. He does not cast spells, btw, having no inherent magic of his own. Let's just say he used a gem or something. [/ooc]


"The abandoned house surrounded by zombies," Galen decided. He stared at the spectres as he pocketed the ineffective warding gem. It was bad, very bad; that gem was the most powerful ward in his possession.

"Why there, Wanderer?" Chivon asked curiously, slashing at another spectre.

"Because a graveyard at night is not a good idea, my friend, and these maane are between us and the inn."

Chivon nodded. "Very well. Now... RUN!"

The two rushed away, leaving the spectres howling for a moment before they followed. They made it to the front of the house a moment after Lavius. Galen offered him a cocky grin and salute, then used the gem once again.

A number of zombies collapsed, the forces holding them in the rotting bodies dispelled. The door was clear, if only for a short time.

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Weird Dreams in General
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- Fleeing into a cave with a bunch of medieval-type refugees, portcullis comes down to keep pursuers out, pursuers cast spell, people's faces start melting off. <shudder>

- My friends and I are all streetgang members. One of us dies due to some accident/murder, the rest of us split into two groups with differing opinions about our friend and the way she died, and start fighting each other. A lot more die.

- Fantasy world, that would take too long to explain. Short form: queen with faerie blood, mage who can't feel emotions. Queen falls in love with mage. Political intrigue with neighbouring kingdoms. That sort of thing.

- This.

- Assassin on a spaceship.

- A myriad of post-apocalyptic dreams, generally involving travelling with a small (three or so) group of people along traintracks in deserts. The trains and trainstations are small isolated communities, usually tightly controlled by one leader, sometimes with rather fanatical cults.

- Ivy. I really hate that stuff, particularly when I dream of it invading my skin. It grows inside people and possesses them. Strangely enough, the only way to get rid of it is by eating bacon and roasted butternut pumpkin.

- Numbers in my head going round and round. Dreams like this are generally why I try to read something else before going to sleep after studying.

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From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
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Reoccurring Dreams in General
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Profile #16
Yes, and yes. I've had a few recurring dreams, and they're generally not nice. They're also almost never set around here and now; they'd be in some fantasy or post-apocalyptic world. My most vivid dreams tend to stick in my head for days on end after I've dreamed it, and I usually can't stop thinking about it until I write it down, or something. I rarely dream about actual people, and when I do... let's just say that you really don't want to be in my dreams. But the dreams I would much rather not dream are the ones that come after staying up late studying: numbers in my head going round and round and round and...

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From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
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Zombie Attack RP 2 in General
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Profile #70
[ooc]
Firedrake and Zephyr are the only people who have stated they are leaving. As far as I know most others are still in, though they may post at a slower rate. I myself am rather busy at the moment, and have restricted myself to no more than two rp posts total per day.

Zephyr, just as much attention is being paid to your posts as to anyone else's.
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The blood on the rapier is bright and sticky despite the near-undead state of the necromancer he had destroyed. Galen shakes his head in disgust and skewers another ghast.

"Bad luck," he mutters. "Very bad luck."

Ah, but he does not like the death, be it even so dark and twisted a soul. The wide battleground is not for the Wanderer; not for them the open fight, but rather the shadows to fade into, out of sight, only to appear again later with a smile and a vengeance that wounds pride and pocket. But that is not a method that works against the restless dead, and the shadows have themselves faded into the walls. The shadows...

Galen realizes then that the thick clouds that had blanketed the heavens have been swept away in the wind; the sky in the east is past pale and burns now with the fire of the newborn sun. The undead weaken under its gaze, compelled by instinct into shambling flight. For now, at least, the town is free.

"Well," Galen says conversationally to Chivon, cleaning his blade carefully on a scented cloth. "And what shall we do now? We have lost your friend, though I did not see him fall."

Galen sways suddenly, and Chivon reaches out to catch him before he falls. "Steady. You, Wanderer, should go to the inn and rest. As for me, I still have work to do. The sun has shown itself and the portal is destroyed, but the necromancers' hold is growing. The light will not deter the undead for long."

"And what will it avail you, to go alone? Do you know where these black men hide? You too must come to the inn and gather reinforcements." Galen stumbles; his smile is bright and self-mocking. "I would offer my skills in an instant, but alas, I fear I am rather overcome by this last excitement."

He turns and traces an unsteady path through the devastated town. Only then does Chivon see the long gash, already red with infection, running down his back.

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From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
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Holding the Tavern Front -RP in General
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Her face is streaked with tear-smudged dirt. Neris huddles against the illusory shelter provided by saddlehorn and horse’s rough mane, whimpering quietly. Her face hurts, and her arm hurts, and she is scared and very alone. Worse though, is the hurt inside. She’d seen her da fight, and she’d been glad that she had never made him that angry, and felt sorry for the people who had. But then he’d fallen, and nothing was right anymore.

Her screams and wails had annoyed Gerald, and Captain Kris had been given the dubious honour of watching over the Geraldians’ diminutive hostage. He sits behind her now, one arm across her shoulder to keep her steady on the horse. Neris tries to lessen the contact as much as possible, afraid of him and his friends, and quite angry too that they are taking her away from her da.

Then the singing starts, faint with distance, yet clear in her mind. Her tears cease flowing by themselves as she lifts her head to listen. Twisting around as well as she can under Kris’ grip, Neris stares back at the fast-retreating inn. Her jaw slackens and she gasps with wonder.

“Pretty,” she whispers, momentarily forgetting her predicament. Creatures beautiful and magical fill her heart with the remnants of barely remembered bardic scraps. She sees creatures that look almost human, and creatures that look almost like horses. A pair of dragonflies hover over the group on giant gossamer wings, glowing golden with the summer’s afternoon sun. There are many more besides, and Neris nearly twists completely around in her attempt to see them all.

Kris spurs the horse on faster.

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From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
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The "About us" topic in General
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Well, since I haven't done one on these boards yet...

»What is your name?
You may call me Jennifer, or premonition, or prem. In fact, you can call me whatever you like, but I likely won't answer to anything but those.

»What is your quest?
I have no quest. I drift aimlessly through life.

»What is your favorite color/colour?
Anything that isn't hot pink or tangerine.

»What is your job (If you are unemployed, what prevents you from having more free time)?
Perpetual undergrad. But, like all perpetual machines, I won't be for much longer.

»What are some books you like?
Works by Tolkien, Michelle West, Timothy Zahn, various miscellaneous authors...

»What are some movies/TV shows you like?
LotR, DrWho, StarTrek, Stargate, Farscape, Babylon5...

»What are some computer/console games you like?
Exile/Avernum series, Escape Velocity series.

»What are some bands you like?
No bands. Composers: Sibelius, Tchaikovsky, Dvorak, John Williams, Ennio Morricone, Hans Zimmer, various other classical and soundtrack composers...

»What are some songs/musical pieces you like?
Sibelius Symphony No 1; Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No 3; Dvorak Cello Concerto...

»What do you think various members look like?
The strangeness of my perception of the members is linearly proportional to the degree of my insanity, which in turn is exponentially proportional to the amount of time since I've last slept.

»What did you have for lunch last Tuesday?
I didn't.

»What is your age?
21 in roughly 4 weeks.

»What is your species?
Student.

»What sort of computer do you use?
Depends where I am. Right now, it's an iMac.

»What plane are you from?
E-space.

»Are you male, female, or "other"?
Female.

»How many holes do you prefer in the ceiling?
I don't care, so long as the roof is intact.

»When did you last brush your teeth?
This morning.

»Do you feed lemons to your pet alligator?
How many fingers do you think I have?

»To whom are all your base belong?
It's mine. My own. My precioussss.

»What region of the universe are you posting from?
Australia.

»What does (§3·ß)<ETH>/µª=ƒ mean?
I could tell you, but that would take all the fun out of it.

»What is the appropriate usage of the word "EVOL"?
Never used it, never will.

»Do you own any medieval or medieval-style weaponry?
I used to do fencing. Never had my own equipment, though.

»Did I forget anything?
You took a few questions out, so I presume you want to forget something.

[ Monday, October 13, 2003 06:02: Message edited by: premonition ]

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From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
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Zombie Attack RP 2 in General
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“Ah. There you are wrong.”

Lavius and Chivon turn to look at the man lounging idly against a low stone wall. The Wanderer gives them a wide grin, but his heart isn’t in it, and the expression does not reach his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Pushing himself off the wall, Galen saunters closer. Both men keep a wary eye on him, and are suddenly aware of their various pockets and pouches. “It is not a burial ground. This place is a place of our dead, but it is not a burial ground.”

“That is what the Imperial records list it as.”

Galen growls scornfully. “And what does the Empire know of Wanderer affairs? Who but a fool would build a town over such a place, even be it a mere burial ground? Have you not wondered why I am the first of my people to visit here in many generations?”

Shaking his head, Lavius turns away. “Tell us as we work, Wanderer. We have little time.”

“Very well.” The press of newly risen skeletons cause a temporary breach in the lines, and Galen pauses to dispose of one that comes too close. “Long, long ago, there was no Empire in these parts, and what people there were roamed free, travelling as they would, no town nor city to enclose them. And in these times-“

“Cut the bardic tale, Wanderer,” Chivon snaps. “Tell us what you will quickly and do not waste our time.”

Galen grimaces. “There was a war,” he says sulkily. “A great battle between Wanderers. It was bitter, and terrible, and none but a handful survived. All who took part were cursed, for they raised blade against bloodkin. The spirits of the fallen were never laid to rest.” His expression hardens. “And they will never be, not by us. Their crimes cannot be forgiven.”

“And the necromancers?”

“That, I do not know.” Galen draws a quick ward against evil with the fingers of one hand. “We will not use such black arts.”

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From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
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