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written Monday, October 31 2005 19:13
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Dmnt, ths wll drv m crz, cn s t nw... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 31 2005 19:03
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"Headquarters congratulates you on your latest-" "I don't care. Cut to the chase." The lieutenant looked away and sighed. "You're losing your engineers, sir." Ranier stared, unmoving. The lieutenant cringed. "I realize you-" "All of them?" The lieutenant paused, then nodded. Ranier rose, throwing a flickering shadow against the back wall of his tent. The other man shrunk back. "Right. Whose orders?" The lieutenants eyebrows rose. "General Melastes, but-" Ranier spat. "Yes, yes, I know who's in charge." He stopped pacing. "Goddamnit. Well... that's that, then. Have they been informed?" "They have." Ranier shook his head. "Fine. Right. Fine, then." He fell silent. The lieutenant stood by, uneasily shifting his weight from foot to foot. He cleared his throat. Ranier turned on him. "Well?" "You are needed closer to Holstoff." Ranier's fist landed on a leather cover. The table shook beneath it and his brandy spilled, unnoticed. "I am not needed near Holstoff, I am needed out here. There is nothing for me to do-" "Sir-" "-there, my talents would be wasted, they know that. I have years of-" "Sir-" "-experience out here. All I need is a small force and a few engineers and I could-" "Sir!" Ranier paused. "What," he spat. "Sir, I must respectfully remind you that orders are-" "Yes, I know that." He resumed pacing. "Yes, yes, alright. Tell the men. We march tomorrow?" The lieutenant nodded. "Very well. Dismissed." The lieutenant nodded again and fled the tent. Ranier dropped into his chair, head in his hands, and sighed. Holstoff... bah. They knew who he was. They'd learn soon enough, otherwise. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 29 2005 21:07
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Another portion of the wall came crashing into the earthen pit below, crushing a stray engineer. Ranier sighed in frustration. Would they never learn? Engineers were not nearly as expendable as their armed protectors; they couldn't afford to take careless risks and stupid losses like that. A gunshot rang out overhead as a glider sped by providing cover fire for the waiting soldiers. Ranier watched angrily as his men charged over the rubble into the Holstoff base. What was their lead doing several men back? He'd been chosen to lead the charge for a reason - he was both brave and useless enough to guarantee the first melee death to be his own. As it was, Ranier saw, he'd already lost a few good men instead of his lead. He sighed again. His wounded would receive no mercy. They'd march like all the others. That'd teach them. Twenty years in the field, he had, and so many before. If they'd only listen to him... The battle was over almost before it had begun. It had already been joined on the other side of the fortress, and had needed only a slight push before it surrendered. The second charge proved sufficient, and before long, a line of bedraggled, seething Imperial soldiers stod before him, their newly constructed base lying half in ruins behind. A messenger found Ranier on his hill. "Victorious, sir." "I can see that. Anyone important?" The messenger held out his palms. "The leader of the garrison is over there. Many of his closest subordinates are dead." "Fine. Bring him here." The messenger nodded sharply and ran off. Before long the officer stood before him, his armor stripped, his weaponry removed, but his shoulders back and his head held high. He was proud, this one. "Who is he?" "I am-" "Silence! Who is he?" "He was chosen from his peers for his leadership and his expendability," the messenger replied. "He's lowly, but he's respected. He built this fort, and it's not his first." The commander stepped forward, unbelieving. "How do you know-" Ranier rose from his seat, hand on his hilt, and the Wyvernian commander fell silent along with all bystanders. Ranier raised a hand, fixed his eyes on a nearby soldier, and dropped it with a sweeping motion. The soldier nodded and approached the commander, drawing his sword. A Wyvernian soldier broke from his line and rushed desperately toward his leader. Two gunshots rang out and the man fell on his face, an unearthly groan marking his death. The executioner brought his sword up and then down, burying it in the Wyvernian commander's neck. The man gasped, his eyes bulging. The soldier yanked the sword from his neck in frustration and swung again, this time missing completely. Ranier sighed and came down from his platform, muttering under his breath. He grabbed the sword from the soldier's hands and brought it up. "This is how it's done, see?" He drove the sword through the twitching body, severing the head completely. A soft cry rose from the Wyvernian ranks as their leader's head struck the dirt. Ranier nodded in their direction. "Now why don't you all go practice on them. You need it more than we need them. We can't feed them, anyway." With a wave of his hand he condemned the garrison to death. "Oh, and Benton, get that head in a bag. His superiors at Johnstown haven't heard from him in a while, and I'm sure they'd love to see him in person." He turned as the soldier bowed and began striding toward the fortress to see if it was salvagable. If it was, it'd have to be destroyed. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 29 2005 09:43
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I do whatever's going on. Last year it was a murder mystery party; this year I'm wearing some kind of costume all day, volunteering at the local children's museum, and then maybe trick or treating for the hell of it. I'll be pretty disappointed if I don't get any Cow Tails, though. I really don't get into Halloween. It's a good excuse to dress up, sure, but for me, it doesn't take much. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, October 28 2005 07:13
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I'm torn between horror and hilarity, although the latter is definitely holding its own... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, October 27 2005 17:14
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Heh. My best poetry is similarly inspired. I agree completely. Saunders, it's pleasant to read with or without a meaning. SupaNik, it's not great, but I think it's got potential. A thesaurus is an invaluable tool - don't ever be ashamed to use one. That goes for all of you. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
| The Mountain of Shadows RP in General | |
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written Tuesday, October 25 2005 20:21
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Lisha dropped her chin to her heaving chest, her eyes squeezed shut. She was used to enduring long periods without rest, but the strain of recent events was finally catching up to her. She straightened her knives unconsciously, toying almost carelessly with the unpoisoned blade, and tried to organize her thoughts. It was hard - she'd never really had to do that before. It is not my place to stay. My duty is done. Sequoia stood. He walked back the way they had come, then turned to the blocked tunnel sadly. He looked up at Lisha. "I'm sorry I-" "Don't be." What keeps me here? I should have returned already. She rewrapped her cloak, trying to avoid the new tears as well as possible. I have no reason to risk my life for Orloki's destruction. If these... adventurers fail, it is none of my business. She looked at Sequoia, then over her shoulder. But if - if they succeed... She shivered and drew the cloak tighter. Why was it so cold? The other chambers, the inner chambers, had been warmer. A wintry blast cut through the coarse fabric and sent a chill through her body. The inner chambers... She stood suddenly, unsteady, but with an asp's focus on the direction that wind came from. "What's that way?" Sequoia turned. "It - it seems like-" "Let's go." "Where?" "There. Away. Come on. We'll find another way up." Sequoia regarded her suspiciously. "Where are we going?" She heaved a sigh of frustration. "I don't know. Come on." She set an unalterable course toward the direction of the wind, of the frigid air and the wan sunlight she knew were sure to accompany it. Sequoia had no choice but to follow. OOC: Melora, however, does have a choice... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 18 2005 19:30
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47. Rising rapidly. Fine by me, although I wish I had time to post more... lurking doesn't quite suit me... EDIT: You know we're in sad shape when we depend on TM for our entertainment... [ Tuesday, October 18, 2005 19:36: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 15 2005 07:39
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I love how we're already as into this as we get with politics... I support the Yankees but honestly, unless ultimate frisbee beomces an official sport, I'll never care much about athletics. I like Matsui, I'm not a fan of Jeter, and that's all I have to say. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, October 14 2005 19:01
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So glad you're here, Sherlock. Seriously. I'll try to post Sunday... probably won't have time before then. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, October 14 2005 18:50
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quote:Psh. What hasn't it done for us? I'd be cool with calling it Byzantium, but there is no way I'd be able to avoid the occasional use of the C-word. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, October 13 2005 18:40
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Where would we be without Alorael, Thuryl, and Alex? I don't even know. My answer is no, although some regulations would surely have to be put in place. We don't make peanuts illegal, for instance, just because some people are dealthy allergic to them; we simply take care not to expose those people to them. Protecting the victims of the Constantinople disease without banning the offending word outright would obviously be more difficult, but not impossible; we would have to spread awareness and provide the victims with some way to identify themselves. EDIT: Thanks, spy. [ Friday, October 14, 2005 18:46: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 12 2005 16:40
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Or, like, half of them. Thralni, if you want to keep things moving, don't wait for them to post. I'll post as soon as I get a chance, regardless of who else has posted in the meantime. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 10 2005 19:25
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His post was dead on, Zephyr, and I was here long before you. You've warped to your own ends almost every RP you've been in. Ephesos' inexperience is all that's keeping him from being more frustrated than he already is, actually; he's only seen it happen to one RP as opposed to almost every one on Spiderweb for the past several years. We know you want your character to be involved. We all want our characters to be involved. That's not the problem. It's the way you go about it that's the problem. You had it at first, and I was pleasantly surprised, but when you made Aerdiu a demon and whipped out the dead kitty, it was old Zephyr all over again. Don't bother editing that post. It's too late now; what's done is done. As Ephesos said, dropping Evil Caecus was a good move; if you plan to continue in that vein, I'd be glad to see you stay. But Caecus is already a central character, he's irreversibly involved; the last thing you need to do at this point is get him more involved. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 10 2005 05:09
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OOC: I'm in. Zephyr, I don't think you have any comprehension whatsoever of the term "overpowered", and this is a problem. I realize you want to be in the spotlight, you want everyone to focus on you and you alone, but sometimes it's more fun to wait in the shadows, maybe too weak to do anything else, but willing to contribute in your own way. Look at Sequoia, for instance. He has no demonic heritage, he's not some all-mighty king of the druids, and he has no incredible strength; and yet he is by no means weak and inconsequantial, and if you think about it, he's had a far more positive influence on this RP than Aerdiu or Caecus ever could, the way you've made them. You wouldn't have to impose flaws on your characters if they were made this way in the first place; too weak to need flaws, but too strong to be swept aside. Zephyr, I think your problem is that you think of RPing as a game. Your goal is to win. But RPing and RPGing are two completely different things. RPing is a form of writing, like a novel, a short story, or even a poem. Do you try to win a haiku? Do you try to make the best character of all in a short story? No; you write, you create images and tell tales with words, and you strive to entertain rather than defeat the reader. It's too late now, of course, and you've already lost us one of our most promising characters, but please, sometime between now and the next RP you take part in, I want you to learn to see RPing as writing rather than gaming. Create a boring, ordinary human character, but make him or her real. Of course a demon can change the course of fantasy history in a big, flashy way; we all know that, we can all imagine it. But who expects Joe Smith, the village carpenter, to accompany a group of foolish, idealistic, money-seeking adventurers into a dragon's lair and, with his subtle expertise on doors, save them all? That is the true test of RPing greatness. With no limits, exceeding your limits is no problem; but the higher you set your limits, the higher you must shoot to overcome them, and though your character may have less to show for it, your writing ability will not. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 8 2005 20:26
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I like the Netherlands' system, although I'm a bit surprised to hear that it works. There's a lot of ambiguity in all that; how do they decide what's "well-thought-out", for instance, or "due care", and what do they do if the patient can't speak or think clearly? I'm against euthansia for myself, but like Laurana, I don't know if that will change some day. But honestly, I place the value of life over the value of the choice between life and death. There has to be a really good reason for me to approve of euthanasia. Drew, I believe in the afterlife, and yet I definitely fear death. What I fear is not literal oblivion, though; it's not making as much of my time here as I should have. A little obsessive, maybe, but that's the way it is for me and probably for plenty of others as well. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 8 2005 19:59
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OOC: To be completely honest, I think making Caecus/Aerdiu a demon is kind of ridiculous, as is the sprouting of extra arms and ribs, not to mention the vulnerable heart. You still haven't learned the art of inherent weakness; you have to impose weaknesses on your otherwise very strong characters, like a boss in a 2D video game. I'm not complaining, but I'm also not encouraging, and I'd really rather focus on Orloki and such than Aerdiu's demonic brotherhood. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 8 2005 12:39
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A pebble struck Lisha's hood and fell to the stone below, unnoticed. She drew dagger after dagger, desperately dipping each destined for Cain and Aerdiu in a poison she hoped would run through their veins and slow their progress, but the advancing host showed no signs of slowing. Another undead warrior fell to their fury; its companion stepped over the shattered armor without pause. A rumble shook the cave and Lisha spared a glance upward. The crack continued to grow. "Sequoia - twenty minutes - very optimistic-" "Leave here!" A pained shout snatched her attention back to the druid as the enhanced assassin landed a blow on his upraised staff. The wood bent and cracked, its reddish hue fading rapidly. Sequoia's horrified expression turned to one of terror as the unhuman raised his blade again and brought it down violently. Lisha screamed as it made contact with his left arm. The druid fell to the ground, Cain's blade at his throat. Without his staff, he's useless. Lisha drew a curved knife and dragged it through a poison pouch. Orloki is not my concern. I know what there is to know, and that is all the Grand Lord needs of me. She raced toward the neo-demon, her arm cocked. But I have no purpose without him. The dagger flew through the air, planting itself firmly in Cain's neck. He jerked back, raising his blade as Sequoia rolled away. Melora threw herself at the undead mass, slicing and hacking faster than any natural elf possibly could, but Lisha saw only two things: the druid rising painfully to his feet two yards off, and the sickly radiant man before her. "You cannot harm me." "Leave him," she hissed. "Leave him." "I am invincible." She laughed, a tired, desperate laugh. Melora, locked in combat with the four-armed man, stumbled an broken armor and fell against him. He staggered back, a knife in his shoulder, swinging wildly for her throat. Lisha, seeing her at last, hurled at dagger at his back. It fell to the ground, but provided a distraction sufficient for the elf to right herself. "I have freed the Eye, and it is in me," intoned the assassin. "Orloki's power is mine." Aerdiu snarled. "It is mine." His blades whistled through the air, their vicious whispering now barely audible to all. Cain laughed, advancing relentlessly on Lisha. "I completed him, and he is in me." Aerdiu turned on him as Melora became preoccupied with the undead. His golden hair fell flat against his cloak, framing his enraged features. "Perhaps you'd make a good general. It's a pity that we'll never find out." He held his four swords back as if resisting their motion, without complete success. A boulder crashed to the ground nearby, closely followed by another. Hurling two of her remaining daggers at the undead resisting Melora's relentless attack, Lisha turned and grabbed Sequoia as he began to fall. "Melora!" she cried, her voice ringing above the clash of Aerdiu's swords and Cain's armor. "We must get out!" Melora turned toward Lisha for an instant, and their eyes locked. Her breath caught in her throat, and Sequoia stiffened. The borders between her pupils and their surroundings had disaappeared, and Lisha felt herself being drawn into inexpliable depths. Then their gaze broke and Lisha and Sequoia turned to each other in shock, terrified. What followed us in here? "Let's go," she whispered. The druid shot one last look at the scene behind them, then turned with her, shuddering. She sprinted back the way they had come in, not even stopping to retrieve the knives buried in the lizard's corpse. Behind them an undead warrior was crushed beneath a fallen stone. The ceiling cracked again, showering the cavern with dust. Aerdiu and Cain remained locked in combat, neither gaining an inch against the other. The same power coursed through them both, nullifying itself, and only their elementary physical fighting skills, equally augmented, shone through. The undead milled about, their loyalties divided between their leaders, their main direction gone, their purpose gone. Below it all sounded the faint patter of elvish feet running, getting nearer to them every second. [ Saturday, October 08, 2005 13:32: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 4 2005 17:42
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Are they ever. Welcome back, all, but please, Toenail, if ever you find yourself in this situation again, be a little more subtle about it. Let people figure it out for themselves when you start posting again. We don't need to know that you're back for its own sake. Ben's got the right idea - use an existing topic. Oh, and Gaelic? That's one of those languages I'd like to know but wouldn't like to learn... how long did it take you? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 4 2005 17:30
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He wasn't banned on a whim, people. He's had it coming for years. Literally. I'd be waiting expectantly for the 16th if I thought he'd learned a thing from this, but I really don't. Anyway, who's to say he's coming back? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, October 3 2005 18:24
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I'm with Alex and Ash on this one. I'm sure you're all astonished Synergy, the kind of kissing Marlenny's talking about is not the kind of which you mentioned the implications. Yes, women are certainly allowed a greater deal of freedom, and I (a straight guy) have been trying to equalize that for years. But an arm around the waist and a peck on the cheek, which would indeed be entirely permissable for a female pair and not a male pair, is on a completely different level from making out drunk. Not even a pair of girls can avoid suspicion in a case like that. Salmon's right on about guys mucking up the view, but somehow I find ADoS's example more potent than the current one... EDIT: Typo. [ Monday, October 03, 2005 18:25: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, October 1 2005 21:26
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"How could-" "Shhh." Lisha shivered uncontrollably. Her body was becoming numb, and she almost wished the elf would break her cold spell. But the sound of marching came as close to terrifying her as anything ever had. She liked to see her enemy, or at least have the ability, but she could see absolutely nothing. Periodic shouts rose from the air around them, and her heart skipped a beat each time. Drawing nearer to Sequoia, both hands on separate hilts, Lisha stared desperately into the darkness. If the invisible army noticed and attacked them, what could she do? She had to have some kind of target to be an effective fighter. Even Melora appeared somewhat confused and worried. Would the uruk-hai's creator have the necessary power to make an illusion convincing enough that she could feel the stone quivering beneath her feet, the air vibrating with the tramping feet and the martial shouts? Even if this was but an illusion, its creator was worth consideration. Only a very powerful mage could've made this; why would it be patrolling an unoccupied cave? And if it were more than an illusion, she was as helpless as Lisha. So the three stood in silence, motionless, absorbed in their own thoughts as the din passed. Finally the marching was distant once more, and they resumed breathing. Melora looked after the sounds. "We'll follow them." "No!" The others looked at Lisha. "We don't know what they were. It is non of our concern. Why should we follow them?" "If it's... if it's an army, they won't be marching down the way we came up. There must be another way out." Lisha nodded slowly at Melora. "There must. But then where-" "Come, we've already lost time." Melora started after them, and Sequoia and Lisha followed. They walked for some time, always keeping the shouting within earshot. Still shaking, regardless of the anullment of the spell, Lisha hung backa bit. There must be some way to- "Stop." Lisha and Melora stopped. "What's that?" Both shifted their focus from the marching and listened. The slap of leather on stone reached them after a second. "To the wall!" Melora and Lisha followed Sequoia from the center of the cave, and all three waited, tense. Presently a human shape broke the darkness and came near them, running, not noticing their still forms. As the form got closer, they shot each other looks and moved slightly apart, ready wherever it passed. It chanced to pass closest to Brother Sequoia, who smiled slightly and stepped firmly into her way. A feminine cry of surprise drew them in upon the woman as she lay on the ground, frantically chanting a spell. Lisha jumped on her and slapped her face. The woman gasped and fell silent, struggling against Lisha's immobile grasp. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" OOC: Yes, Edith. So tired... EDIT: Italics. [ Saturday, October 01, 2005 21:27: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, September 24 2005 20:52
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Lisha shook her head in frustration. So much for stealth. Even if the din hadn't been enough to wake the dead, the tremors it had surely sent through the stone would be enough to throw them from their sepulchers. She shuddered, for once, out of disgust with a tinge of fear rather than the cold. There is that, Lisha thought, wryly appreciative. At least it's warmer in here. Melora was already slinking up the steps, Sequoia following boldly and a little sheepishly after. Lisha went to the pile of stones and nudged the rubble with a her toe. Whatever would have come from that direction, short of the demon himself, would have to find another way. "Lisha!" She turned at the sound of the druid's voice and hurried to catch up. Melora, she saw, was in her element; had she not known to look for the dark face, the shining eyes, she'd never have suspected the elf's presence. Tightening her grip on her dagger, she drew closer to the druid. Her previous encounters with the elf has not gone as well as she would have hoped; here, she knew, if her companion chose to turn on her, she'd be hard-pressed to keep her life. And if she were wrong, if it had been the demon that had put such a look in Melora's eyes as she drove her blade into the bladesman's body... well, at this point it was almsot too late to worry about that. Melora halted. Lisha raised her blade cautiously. "There is some kind of charm ahead." Lisha's eyes became slits as she concentrated on her surroundings. She, too, felt the power radiating from some point nearby. But whoever had created the charm, if that's what it was, was no master. "It's some kind of weak trap." "No..." Sequoia, too, had adopted a look of intense concentration. He opened his moouth to speak, but was cut short by Lisha. "What else would recharge itself, Melora, but a trap?" Sequoia started. "Recharge?" "An illusion?" "Maybe," Lisha said. She placed a hand on the druid's back and propelled him lightly forward; Melora took the hint and continued upward. Several moments later she signalled them to stop, and crept onto the landing alone. A loud, harsh bark of laughter startled Lisha. The druid jumped. "What is it?" "An uruk-hai!" Lisha frowned. She passed the druid and slid into the room, but her caution was wasted; Melora stood with her back turned, idly waving a dagger at a monstrous demon. The silent beast flickered, then dissappeared, and Lisha laughed with Sequoia, who'd come up in time to see its last desperate flail. Melora tossed her head, merriment in her eyes. She searched half-heartedly for runes, but found none. The basis point was hidden. Not, she thought, that it matters. She turned away, muttering something about human mages. Their attention turned quickly to their surroundings. They seemed to be in a huge natural cavern, its walls dripping with pale moss. Past the torchlight, however, they could see nothing; the darkness closed them in from all directions. Melora was entirely adapted, Lisha saw, but Sequoia was obviously not, and staring into the all-consuming blackness of the cave, she found it easy to sympathize. Melora took a few steps forward. "This seems the only way-" "Recharged by what?" "What?" They turned to look at Sequoia. "The illusion was recharging, you said. What was recharging it, and why did it need to in the first place?" "It was a simple charm. Any mage worth his robes could maintain it." "But from where, and why? Remote maintainance is no easy task. There's likely to be someone, or something, nearby. And why is it recharging? What set it off? I think we are not the first to pass-" "Shh!" All fell silent. Lisha cocked her head, listening. Melora moved further into the darkness silently, then paused. "Men." "Shouting." The druid's brow furrowed, and he closed his eyes. The faint echo of human voices raised in thunderous unison entered his ears and quickened his heart. "What-" "Shh." The two women moved deeper into the cavern, edging toward a moss-covered wall. The shouting remained faint, indistinguishable, but indisputably present. "Soldiers?" "Let's see. They'll never be able to catch us, anyway, if we can find those stairs; large groups of what are probably armored men cannot move nearly as fast as the three of us. At least-" "I can run if I must," Sequoia interrupted, annoyed. "Then let us waste no time." The three continued into the cave, staying inconspicuous by the wall, making as little sound as possible. Melora cupped her hand in front of the sputtering torch, keeping its glow on them, ready to kill the light before the men came close enough to hear distinctly. EDIT: Forgot a few words. [ Saturday, September 24, 2005 20:53: Message edited by: Lady Davida ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, September 22 2005 19:17
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It simply didn't appear anywhere on my computer when I tried to download it. I've never had that happen before. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, September 22 2005 19:08
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quote:Unusual, yes. Cruel... well, if the inmate chooses to go that way, I'm not sure I'd call it cruel. I can see it now - robbing cars on the highway, murdering the odd passenger, being charged with banditry, murder, and being a gen'ral rascal, proudly pleading (no, proclaiming) guilty to all charges, and ending at the wrong end of a rope, spurs dangling, ten gallon hat bobbing, the face of death subduing an otherwise exuberant crowd... Honestly, unless people with such dreams of being old-school outlaws exist, I'm not sure why anyone would choose hanging. It must be more painful that way. Speaking of pain, it's hard to take flagellation seriously with rows of Monty Python monks trudging through my mind... This topic feels so empty with Alex. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon Polaris = joy. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |