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written Friday, October 10 2003 21:25
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"Surrender!" The magically-enhanced voice booms over the inn, causing a good portion of the fighters to pause and look around for the source. "Surrender now to Gerald and Truth! The bartender rushes to the wall and looks over the edge. Two thirds of Gerald's army is fighting the remnants of the Lancians, the rest thrusting through to the inn. Gerald stands behind a spellshield; in one iron grip he held a child. A dark bruise blooms across her face, legacy of the blow that enforces her silence. "Surrender, or forfeit the life of your whelp." His blood turns to ice, draining from his face. "Neris," the bartender whispers, horror-struck. Neris' struggles renew, ineffective though they are against her powerfully-built captor. Her teeth sink into his wrist; Gerald growls in pain and roughly shakes her off. The bartender feels a moment of paternal pride through his rapidly building rage. "That's me girl. Ye'll not be getting her so easy, ye mangy dog!" For the first time since a war he did not like to remember, the bartender gives in to fury. The vein in his forehead throbs and his face turns beet-red. With a howl he rushes back into the battle, eyes bloodshot, mighty sword held in a grip that only death would separate. He swings wildly, with force enough to cleave through his enemies, and does not notice the wounds he receives in return. Beserk, the bartender storms through the battleground, his only coherent thought to get to the man who dared threaten his daughter. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, October 10 2003 06:04
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Galen knelt beside the stiffening body of an unfortunate soldier, looking at it with pity. "Poor soul," he murmured. Quick hands straightened the limbs and closed the lids over blank eyes. Digging into one of his many pouches, Galen removed a pinch of spices. He tossed them into the air over the body and spoke the quick, simple words to send the spirit on its way. When he stood up, his expression was grave, and he moved on to the next body. And if his purse was somewhat heavier after each ceremony, he considered it just; the dead had no use for coin. Soon he was back in the main areas of fighting, keeping back in the shadows. "My, my," he said to himself, watching the undead. "Where are they coming from?" -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 8 2003 02:02
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The call to arms did not go unheeded. If any of the town's defenders spared a moment to look up from the grim work of hacking apart the undead, they might have seen a horseman pause upon the crest of a low hill. The hill was not much, little more than a slight elevation of soil, and the figure used it to advantage as well as he could. His pose was held for a minute or so before he made his slow way to the battle. The horseman cut a flamboyant figure, silhouetted against the sky. As he rode closer, it could be seen that the horse was in fact a hillbred pony: short, shaggy, muscular; and the man astride it was dressed in the myriad of bright colours that was common for a Wanderer. His age was uncertain; an older man, but not unduly so, and not a speck of grey in the black curls. He had a youthful face, full of merry and mischief, and a ridiculous feathered hat set at an angle. There was no obvious weapon but the rapier that hung at his side, though it seemed too light and decorated to be of use, and his saddlebags bulged with strange shapes. "Hello, there!" the Wanderer cried, stopping not ten paces from where a soldier battled against two shambling zombies. He dismounted and patted the pony's nose affectionately. "Proud I am to see at last your wondrous town, famed far and wide for it's, uh-" he paused, temporarily at a loss for words, "-for the excitement it offers. And you will not benefit so little from my visit, for I too have some reknown. I am called Galen Firemaster, and I greet you, friend." The soldier grunted, sparing Galen a disdainful glance. "Firemaster? You a mage, then, Wanderer?" "A mage?" Galen bore an indignant expression. "Indeed not! A Juggler I am, and no mean one, if I do say so myself. There is no trick I do not know." The soldier merely grunted again, cursing under his breath as one of the zombies got beneath his guard and delivered a heavy blow to his shoulder. "Get to the town, then, if you can be of no use here. We've no time to waste protecting sightseers." Unfazed, the Wanderer's fluid expression became one of mild affront. "Oh, I hope I'm not so great a burden as all that." He stepped forward lithely, drawing his rapier with a speed that spoke of long experience. With a few short slashes to their backs, the zombies howled in pain and stumbled back. The sound was awful, a wet gurgling thing that was cut off as Galen danced his rapier around one, and the soldier finished the other off. The soldier decided that the rapier must have some blessing on it to have so immediate an effect. "There, now," Galen said with satisfaction, surveying the limp remains of the two zombies. "Not too bad, I think." The soldier nodded grudgingly. "Aye, if you can wield that toy of yours, we need all the help we can get." He offered Galen a quick salute with the sullied edge of his blade. "Thankyou, Wanderer." The soldier turned away to repel the next group of zombies. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 5 2003 23:39
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1. Occasionally. 2. If they're not worried about walking barefoot through snowdrifts, I don't see why they should care about a little bit of bare leg. 3. Nope. 4. I've seen worse. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, October 5 2003 23:35
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21 in November. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, October 4 2003 17:12
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"Oooh, pretty..." Neris stands still on the wall, entranced by the intricate dance of flame upon flame within the fireball. For the first time in her short life, she feels a stirring of kinship, of a magic inside that is not mere wishful thinking. The fireball, the play of heat and light; carefree, wild, barely controlled by the mages below. It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Neris wants to reach out and touch it, touch the flame that calls to her. "Aie, girl, get out o' there!" Swept off her feet and bustled down the stairs, Neris looks up at the man who holds her. "Da?" "Neris, what were ye thinkin', girl?" The bartender's tone is harsh with fear and relief. "Ye coulda been hurt! Go'n now, get inside. An' stay inside." She feels lightheaded and strange, and makes no protest as the bartender pushes her into the common room, closing the door behind her before returning to the battle. Neris looks around slowly. There are muffled sounds, heavy objects dragging across rock, and curses. She follows them to their source, and stands looking at the cellar door curiously. The door opens, and closes behind a mere slip of a girl. Neris stands in the cellar, watching the Geraldians wriggle through the crack in the cellar walls and mill around waiting for their comrades. She watches as some of the soldiers turn to look at her, their expressions shifting through suprise to alarm. Kris moves towards her. "Ye can't come in here," Neris says, strangely calm. "Please, sirs, go back. We're peaceful folk, sirs." There is a feyness about her; it shines in her eyes with a peculiar light. Her gaze drifts from the casks upon casks of alcohol to the torches held by the Geraldians. [ooc] Imban: yes, I gathered that from your posts. Where Neris is concerned, however, the operative word is looks. Asarton looks like a mage: she thinks he is one. She doesn't know otherwise. :P -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 30 2003 06:56
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[ooc] Neris is the central character? <big ego boost> woohoo! In that case, she must be killable for this to work. MSW: That's good. [/ooc] "Da!" Neris gasps for breath, nearly falling through the door when the bartender opens it. "There're soldiers, an' mages, an', an' Shadow's fightin' 'em, an' slimes, an-" By this time she is trembling all over, tears running down her face. The bartender holds her tight in his arms, stroking her hair and murmuring soothing words. "Shh, tis alright, Neris, it'll be alright." He sighs. "An' mebbe ye'll listen t' me, now. It's dangerous to go off on yer own, girl." Neris looks up. Already the aftermath of her fright is gone, and her smile holds a hint of mischief. "I wasn't alone, Da. Shadow was there." The bartender shakes his head. "Who's this Shadow, eh? Tell me about him. An' tell me about t' soldiers." He listens carefully as Neris describes the events as clearly as her young mind understands them. When she is finished, he looks very worried. He enlists the aid of Vincent in placing another ward, shooing Sodium Cyanide out of the cellars as he does so ("I'd kick ye out o' my inn fer stealin' my ale, were it not certain death. G'on now, back t' yer room.") After the ward is in place, brick and mortar is used to dam up the crack to a goodly thickness. The breaks between serving customers and carrying healing supplies to the wounded are brief and rare, and Neris uses every one to go out on the outer wall. Her gaze is bright; her curiosity leads her to seek the best vantage point, no matter the danger of exposure to archers below. The magic barrier in particular draws her like a moth to flame. Once, looking out on the Geraldian army, Neris spots a distant figure that looks somewhat familiar. The figure looks glum; despite the fright he had given her in the caverns, Neris hopes that he will cheer up. Idly, she wonders what had happened to Shadow and the strange mage. Left to herself, Neris would have gone back down to find out despite the slimes, but her old playground is blocked up, and she feels the loss keenly. A distant roar builds up and resounds through the Middle Passing. Neris runs to the Lancian side in time to witness the army's charge. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, September 29 2003 04:09
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[ooc] If they knew what direction the inn was in, they wouldn't be hopelessly lost. [/ooc] Neris is white-faced and pale as she steps gingerly past the slimes. She refuses to look at Shadow, her single thought at seeing him change shape being ewwww. Without a word she hurries back the way they had come, relaxing her pace only when the slimes are left far behind. After a while, though, she forgets her disgust, and her suspicion of Shadow is replaced by curiosity. "Why'd ye not come live in the Middle Passing, then? We got rooms plenty, an'-" a frown is plastered over her youthful face "-ye ought t' be paying rent." Shadow starts to answer, then hesitates. "Something is ahead," he warns her. They round a sharp bend - and come face to face with the lost group of Geraldians. They stare at each other for a moment in complete silence. Kris and his soldiers, well-trained, had reflexively drawn their swords against trouble. Neris' eyes are large and she gasps, recognising their uniforms in the magelight. Then she turns and runs. "Da! Da!" she screams, knowing that the cellars are too far away and he will never hear her, but unable to think of anything else. "Da! Soldiers in t' caves!" But the slim child, fast though she is, has not the speed of a fit soldier. [ Monday, September 29, 2003 04:12: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, September 27 2003 18:52
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quote:Google is your friend. The quizilla one seems to have been taken down. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, September 27 2003 01:17
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I'm a moneyless jobless undergrad. I'll have a job by December - at least, I'd better, or my graduation will be delayed by half a year. <grumbles> Stupid work experience requirements. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, September 27 2003 00:52
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Neris turns her head and stares at Shadow. "Ye been 'ere before?" she demands suspiciously. "What're ye doin' skulkin' in our cellars, eh?" Then the full impact of his words hit her, and she grips her knife harder. Her steps slow; she peers into the darkness ahead cautiously, but without the fear one might expect in a child. That changes when the sounds that filter through the caves ahead become identifiable: soft, slithering, bubbling. The air tastes moist and acidic. Neris turns pale and begins to shake. "S-slimes?" She takes a step back, then another. Pausing a moment, Shadow looks at her. "You would brave a battle, but run from formless beasts?" Looking panicky, Neris takes another step back. "I don't like slimes! They - they're slimy!" She turns around, prepared to give up the caverns and return to the safety directly beneath the tavern. Neris jumps backs with a frightened squeak, crowding towards Shadow. Slimes drop from cracks in the rock, blocking the paths before and behind them... The bartender wipes his face with a soot-covered cloth and sighs. Reminded him of the wars, it did: ugly and brutal. Senseless death is not something he enjoyed; not then, a simple soldier amongst many; not now. He'd bought the tavern to get away from all that, and here it'd followed him. Walking swiftly, he clumps down the stairs to the cellars. He feels badly about locking Neris away, but better she be angry with him than dead. Sliding back the bars, he opens the door and looks around, grimacing at the lack of light. He lifts his own lamp high. The cellar is cold and empty. "Neris?" The bartender frowns with worry. Inspecting each nook and cranny in the flickering light, he growls and curses when he finds the small crack, wide enough - barely - for a grown man to slip through. "Damn yer wandering soul! Ye know ye could get lost down 'ere, girl." With a sigh, he wedges himself into and past the crack, mumbling about how he isn't young anymore, and he should really lose some weight, though the war was likely to do that for him... He searches the most likely caverns quickly, with a familiarity that shows he is no stranger to them himself. Once, in a cave that must come near the surface and river, for the roots are dense and the limestone walls damp, he pauses. There is a muffled thumping sound; a dull boom. The bartender stiffens, thinking that the catapults must have started again despite the dark sky. He frowns. Fireballs? An' ... diggin'. Diggin'?!" The bartender hurries back to the tavern through the twisted tunnels. He looks around the common room, and hurries to the cluster of customers that had helped in the defence. "Listen, ye. There's sappers, an' they're tryin' t' break through to t' caves. An' me girl's down there!" The bartender scowls. "They'd not be breakin' through anytime soon, an' even if they did, they'll not be finding me cellars easily, but I can't risk it. I need help to block t' passage. Magic'd be best." He looks hopefully at the magicusers. [ooc] btw, Tommy, I'm still waiting for your post in Baltazar. [ Saturday, September 27, 2003 01:03: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 23 2003 17:00
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Neris yelps and jumps back a step. She stares at Shadow. "I got a knife," she says. And indeed, there is a long kitchen knife in her hand, ample weapon against the large rats and spiders she sometimes comes across. Her brow furrows. "I seen ye before, in t' common room. What're ye doin' 'ere? Ye ain't stealin' t' ale, are ye?" Shadow does not answer, and repeats his offer of assistance. Biting her lip, Neris readily agrees. She will not admit it to anyone, but she is afraid of the dark, and is glad of company, however strange. All her previous forays into the caves had been with the local children. "C'mon. I know a way out." The only thing saving them is the hatred that Lance and Gerald held for each other. The bartender, blood running down his face from a long cut over his forehead, thanks the gods for that. Ah, Neris. 'least ye're out o'this. A shout goes up, and the bartender is suddenly chilled. "The walls! The walls are breached!" -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 23 2003 16:14
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Arianne stared down at the motionless slith. The blood that flowed through her veins was cold, pooling beneath her in a steadily growing puddle. Her hunger assuaged by the hydra, Arianne simply studied the slith. Alive, but not for much longer. She gestured sharply, binding the wounds with a spell. It was not a healing, for she had never been capable of that, but it did stop the bloodloss. Arianne stepped back and patiently waited for the slith to wake - or die. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, September 22 2003 06:28
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Yes, and board politics being what they are, it eventually got kicked off the Ambrosia boards and moved to EVula's Lair. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, September 22 2003 01:34
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Shapeshifter, Water mage, samurai, neutral good elven ranger, Nyarlathotep, and... mythical beast: phoenix. [ Monday, September 22, 2003 01:38: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, September 21 2003 02:54
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Arianne stepped back into the deep shadows away from the tunnel's entrance, watching the battle. The aranea was of but passing interest to her, the hydras fascinating. How, Arianne thought idly, will they get out of here? For though the tunnel was wide and high, the entrance would barely allow two people through side by side. Suddenly the tunnel seemed crowded. She noticed the friendly spider run from the battle, as their kind were wont to do. Eyes narrowed, she watched as it ran to something in the forest well hidden from her sight by foliage and painful light. Strangely, she felt loss as it left them: it was familiar. Silly creatures that were no threat or use to anything, but familiar, and Arianne did not wish to see it harmed. Then a fireball came barrelling towards her, and Arianne was forced to pay attention to more immediate concerns. She dodged the fire easily, and the ice breath of the dying hydra with a little more difficulty. Snarling involuntarily as the frost numbed her shoulder, Arianne turned, eyes gleaming with a feral light, to the hydra. Ah, food. It was dead already, and the blood flowing out of its wounds was more temptation than she could withstand. A moment later, Arianne looked up, feeling stronger than she had since first coming to this island. It wasn't everything that she needed, but it was sustenance, and it would do until she found better prey. She stood up to observe the battle again, and immediately ducked to avoid the acid spray intended for Namothil. Mortals! Can they do nothing fast? Arianne scowled at the droplets that had touched her skin. They were not serious wounds, barely more than light burns, but they stung. She cursed the aranea in retribution. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, September 19 2003 19:00
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Arianne stared at the man who had seen through her small illusion, ignoring his comment about her being a 'good' vampire. Whatever that means. He knew her, but she did not know him... until she remembered the time of ascendancy, the mishmash of mortal 'heroes' and the human town in the fungal glow. "You," she hissed, eyes wide. "How did you come to be on the surface?" Her hands clenched at her sides, hidden by the deep folds of the cloak. She had a sudden urge to take hold of Arcadia and force the mage to teleport her back, far beneath the surface to the twisting passages and caverns the Clan claimed as their own. But she knew that it would take more than one mage, however powerful, and a functional portal machine. "I merely sought shelter in this tunnel. No more." Arianne fell silent, content to let Theobold explain himself. Her gaze travelled to each member of the party, drawn despite herself to the splashes of blood that marked the recent battle they had fought. Ah, these mortals taunted her with their lifeblood, so close, yet beyond her strength at this moment. [ooc] You didn't expect more of an explanation from Arianne, did you?  [ Saturday, September 20, 2003 01:24: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, September 19 2003 17:52
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Shapeshifter first time, Anti-hero second. Water mage for the other. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, September 19 2003 02:14
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"was"? The Hypergate's still going. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, September 19 2003 02:10
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Neris watches the battle with fascination, inbetween carting supplies to the archers along the outer wall and helping the occasional wounded back down. The mages especially catch her eye with their gathering and manipulation of raw energy into forms both beautiful and deadly. An arrow ricochets off the wall next to her head. Despite herself, Neris shrieks and ducks. But before the Geraldian soldier can fire again, another arrow inbeds itself deeply into his throat. Neris turns and, recognising the man who had rescued her from the drunks the previous night, grins and waves. Aarow spares her a quick nod before returning to his own affairs. "Neris!" The bartender grabs her arm as she enters the tavern again. "We'll need the spirits. Go'n now, they're in the cellar." Hurrying down the steps carved straight into the mountain, Neris strains to see as she pulls the heavy cellar door open and steps inside. The cellar is cavernous, containing many twisting passages and hundreds upon hundreds of casks. The strongest spirits are in one of the smaller side-caves. The door slams shut behind her. Neris jumps and spins around. "Da! Da, lemme out o' here!" "Sorry, girl." The noise of the bars sliding home grates under the barkeep's regretful voice. "I'll be cursed afore I'd let ye get killed out here." "Da!" No one answers her, and Neris stamps her foot in frustration. She surveys her temporary prison, a frown on her young face. Then she grins. She'd lived here all her life, and no one knew the cellars like her. Not even she'd explored the full extent of the cave system. Neris starts walking with a confident tread. There is a way she knows, tight and twisting, no more than a long-gone animal's tunnel, that will take her out onto the mountainside. She is almost certain no other knows of it, since only a child could fit through it. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, September 19 2003 01:29
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[ooc] Apologies. Was out last night. [/ooc] Arianne watched Theobold as he turned his back on her and approached the tunnel. Strange mortal, she mused. What does he mean, he'd kill himself? She followed him, cautious but eager to leave the draining light. The spiders had given her hope: annoying as they were, she had known them in the caverns. To see them on the surface... perhaps there was a way back down on this island. She hesitated. There was blood in the air, the distant taint of magic unleashed: the feel of death and battle. Arianne bared her fangs and growled. She could not last long against the craving, she knew, and the mere hint of fresh blood shed was almost enough to send her over the edge. She would need to hunt soon. Night was soon enough; Arianne wanted to rest first, away from the accursed light. She stiffened, senses well-honed to dangers from a life lived in darkness coming to her aid now. Moving quickly after Theobold, Arianne entered the tunnel almost on his heels, and felt a rush of relief to be out of the burning light. She turned immediately and stood watching the outside world from its shadows. "What is it?" "Someone approaches," Arianne replied tersely. The archer noted that she sounded more at ease now. She stood absolutely still, her ragged cloak seeming to merge into the rock wall. A giant spider, blessedly mute, bumped against her leg as it tried to cuddle her; she ignored it. Dark eyes, unblinking in the paleness of her face, stared into the forest with a sharp intensity. Theobold followed her gaze, and after a moment saw a hint of movement as the Rebel party came into view. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, September 17 2003 07:29
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Interesting. Reminds me a bit of the webstories that used to multiply at a prodigous rate on the Ambrosia EV:N boards before the mods kicked us off, but without the eternal technobickering (unless you edited that out). -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, September 17 2003 07:03
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[ooc] Isn't it about time the bartender got a name?[/ooc] The kitchens contain their usual morning bustle of activity, but the common room is somewhat quieter than usual. A fair number of locals seem to have slipped away, and the rest of the customers are clustered around the windows. Looking out herself, Neris can't help but agree that it is a sight worth watching. "Aye," the bartender says. "We're in for a bit o' trouble. If ye don't want t' be involved, now's loikly yer last chance t' leave." It is not much of a chance, however, unless one knows the rough mountain slopes well, and what locals remain - personal friends and workers for the Middle Passing - have taken up crossbows and strategic positions along the fortress-like outer walls. The two armies crowd the pass on either side of the Tavern. From the command posts beside each standard comes a small contingent, the commanders and two officers of both armies. The parties ride forward on great war stallions, to the Tavern's very gates. Neris slips out of one gate, closing it behind her, and gazes at the commander impudently. "Beggin' yer pardon, sirs, but we got no room fer so many. Can I help ye with anythin'?" "Little girl." The commander and his two aides look down upon her from the great heights of horseback, social standing, and authority. "Deliver this message to the owner of Middle Passing: the time for neutrality has passed. I, Commander Jocoth, declare Middle Passing subject to the laws and customs of the Kingdom of Light, in the name of his majesty King Lance. Any who rebel against the ruling of King Lance shall be considered traitors in the pay of Gerald of Truth. You have one hour to prepare a fitting welcome for the representatives of your sovereign lord." The party spin their horses around and return to the head of their army. On the far side of the Tavern, the gatekeeper receives much the same message in the name of King Gerald and the Kingdom of Truth. -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 16 2003 03:55
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With an unsteady Rasil following her, Neris heads to the back stairs, seemingly unperturbed by the constant calls for service. She makes a quick detour to Sodium Cyanide's table. "Please, sir," the young girl says, "no handlin' weapons in t' common room. We're peaceful folk, sir." Neris leads Rasil up the stairs, into a small but comfortable room. She giggles as he bumps into the doorframe. " 'ere, sir, I'll take that." She deftly rescues his pack from an ignominous end in the water basin, and places it carefully in the corner beside the bed. Her hand on the doorknob, she hesitates before leaving. "I saw me Da talkin' to ye downstairs. If ye need anythin', I'll be in the kitchen." Neris giggles again. "But it looks t' me like ye won't be needin' anything t'night but sleep." [ooc] I don't know Irish from Russian, so you'll have to put up with Neris' mangled accent. :P -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, September 16 2003 02:45
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[ooc] EatAChinchilla: that's fine.  And yes, it is the same Arianne as in the Zombie rpg. [/ooc]There is welcome heat, and light that is not so desirable, and the sounds of movement nearby. Arianne's eyes open; she takes a moment to study her surroundings. The brilliant disc of light in the endless expanse above and the pounding surf below disorient her, until she remembers. The surface. She can taste, in the air, the salt crystallized on her drying cloak, the mud, the tendrils of smoke rising from the fire, the strange pervasive scent of surface plantlife, the subtle odour of undead. And live meat. "Are you feeling better?" Arianne turns her head to look at the man crouching by the fire, feeding sticks into it. He is a mortal, unremarkable save for the darkened skin she has come to associate with surface-dwellers. Her lips part slightly, hungrily. But restraint has become a learned necessity since her arrival on the surface, and she does not act on her craving. Curse all mages. Theobold returns her gaze steadily. When she does not reply, he continues speaking: "I found you half-drowned atop the cliffs here. Do you live on this island?" "No," she says after a long moment. "My... craft... did not handle the storm well. I never intended to set foot here." Arianne wishes, not for the first time, for the twisting caves and their fungal glow. She does not like to be exposed in a space so painfully large, in a night that is never dark enough, on a land overrun by mortals. It seems that she cannot travel for one day without encountering them. She growls softly, and her fangs glisten in the growing light of the eastern sky. The archer does not miss the way Arianne flinches from the light, dragging her hood over to completely shadow her face. Suspicion solidifies into certainty. Arianne sees his look. She is weak already, and the growing day drains her, even through the magic-strengthened darkness of her cloak. She is not certain she can fight the mortal and survive; though she senses no power in him, she has learned not to underestimate those that bear the self-assurance that Theobold has. "I have not harmed you or yours," she says softly, ignoring the pleading note that enters her tone unbidden. "I seek only to return to my land." For the moment, Arianne wants nothing more than to find the safety of darkness before the sunlight becomes too strong to tolerate. Ah, but she is hungry. [ Tuesday, September 16, 2003 03:23: Message edited by: premonition ] -------------------- From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |