The Vale RP
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Shaper
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 09:36
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Trinculo awoke to a splitting headache. The last thing he remembered was approaching that one shady adventurer when he was suddenly attacked by a group of Anama and knocked unconscious while Vlad simply looked on in his usual confused manner. Vlad… where did he get off to this time? Trinculo moved around the prisoners quarters. He couldn’t tell if the other adventurers were shunning him because he was a Least or because of who he served, but it didn’t really matter. He just wanted to find his master. He overheard some of the other adventurers talking. Those that had regained consciousness first told tales of seeing the city of Manarina going up in flames though the portholes. Trinculo was getting worried. There weren’t many places to hide in those quarters and he hadn’t found his master yet. What if he resisted the Anama and went down in glorious battle? What if he was left to wander around all alone in his drunken stupor and was burned alive in the city? Trinculo found a his own little corner to curl up and hide in, praying that his master would turn up before the skyship got to its mysterious destination. - “His Eminence’s wisdom knows no bounds! This guy is a total disaster. Even if he has a change of heart and decides to try and fix the Vale, he’ll probably end up screwing it up astronomically anyway, a win-win situation for us.” The group of Anama commanding the ship laughed at this truth, but quickly composed themselves when Vlad reentered the room. “Whew, and the world record for longest piss goes too…” He signaled to the Anama as if they were to finish the sentence. They didn’t. “Escort the X-High Priest to the cells with the other adventurers, we wouldn’t want to blow your cover, now, would we?” “Oh, come on. It stinks back there. Just let me stay up here with you guys. I can be cool like you Anama suckers. Check it out.” Vlad picked up a nearby antique mace to swing it around. It was an ancient and fragile thing, and Vlad’s awkward swings caused the head to snap off and fly across the room, smashing into a nearby case of potions. The liquids poured out, ruining the magical scrolls stored on the shelf directly bellow them. - The Anama threw Vlad into the prisoner’s quarters with a great deal of force, to make it look convincing and all. Trinculo rejoiced in his head, but approached his master with a stern look on his face. “Master! Where were you this time?” “What? Oh, I was probably being interrogated. You know, they wanted to know about the Onion Dagger and all that.” “Whew, good thing they interrogated you, then. Wait, the Anama are smarter than that. Why would they interrogate only you? There are a lot more reliable, more sober people around here to ask questions to.” “Uh.” “And why did the Anama attack me first back in Manarina instead of you? And why didn’t you help me when you saw I was being attacked?” “Want some duck feet? I have a few extra in my pocket, compliments of the chef back in Manarina. He’ll probably never make them again, you know.” “Hold on… you’re not working for the Anama, are you, master?” Trinculo stuck out his lower lip and looked up at his master with huge eyes. “Of course not! Why would I work for those currish **** idle-headed scullion ****? They wouldn’t even let me hang out with them. Er, that is, if I were ever in a situation where I would want to hang out with them for some reason.” “Prove it! I don’t think the Anama even attacked you back in Manarina! Let me see your head, let me see the lump where they knocked you unconscious! The lump that everyone else in here has!” Trinculo pounced on his master, trying to feel through his stringy hair for the lump. “What! Arg! Get off of me you little **** beslubbering toad-spotted **** pumpion *****!” Trinculo leapt off his master back onto the ground. “You do have a lump! I should never have doubted you, master! I’m so sorry.” Trinculo hugged his master around the waist. Vlad didn’t have the heart to tell him he got that lump when he fell down the stairs to the Anama’s private wine stores. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 12:46
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Fi had fallen prey to the smoke bomb trick before, so she was prepared for it, and saw It making its escape. It had a headstart, but was heavier and bulkier than her, making It slower. She took off in pursuit, her light, fleet form making short work of catching up. After only a few minutes of pursuit, she caught up to It. She took a flying leap and latched on around Its neck, pulling with all her strength in an attempt to pull It to the ground. As she did so she hissed in Its ear, "I am NOT of the anama! I claim insult from you, and I will be satisfied!" [ Wednesday, December 19, 2007 12:47: Message edited by: Lucheiah ] -------------------- Third generation geek and heathen! Posts: 93 | Registered: Tuesday, December 11 2007 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 13:40
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Halfast woke in pain. The last thing he remembered was that Vlad, the ex-high priest, was approaching him. Now he was aboard a skyboat from the motion. He wasn't happy about his situation. He decided to wait and see what happened. There was no point in exploring yet. At small healing spell took care of the worse pain. Posts: 4643 | Registered: Friday, February 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 13:57
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It screamed from the force on his neck, the location of his heart. But he continued on, trying with all his might to get Fi off. "I'm sorry, but the way you said everything made you seem like on! You said you would hand me over to them! And since we know we are both against the Anama, maybe we can come to a sort of agreement, instead of you killing me!" said It in an angry voice. It continued to try to get Fi off, meanwhile trying to get further up. He then proceded to use one of his legs to kick Fi in random spots. "Oh," said It. "Don't hold it against me if I hurt you. You are, after all, trying to kill me" -------------------- I can transform into almost anything, but not sanity -Iffy Muffins n' Hell|Muffins n' Hell: The Muffins Are Back Again I like this image Not in your shed -We are sort of done. Helpful critizism is welcome. Everyone, just call me Iffy. Please. I will sometimes change my shown name because of my change in post rank. It only it would show. But I have my lovely Canned title. Posts: 1799 | Registered: Sunday, February 4 2007 08:00 |
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Agent
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 19:52
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Isaac looked at the other adventurer's milling about aimlessly. Taking the initiative, Isaac struck up some converstion: "Hey, all of you. Seeing as we're going to save Rune, we might as well get to know eachother. I'm Isaac Erikson, and I was a captain of League skyship, before the mutiny. Had to kill them all, I did." Ahonar saw his opportunity at the murmurs of shock and awe circulating through the group. Yes, this was the one he would frame. "My name is Ranoha, and I was a commander in the military. Before the Blind Sage's announcement, I was about to send a group of colonists north into the Northern Wastes to colonize the final bit of the Dismal Swamps. Not anymore though." Bustoke Zacharias swore in the night as another catapult was destroyed. He had archers fire to the cliff where the boulder fell. While the slaves pounded away at the walls with their rams, Zacharias was in the trench below the wall. The sappers had gotten rather far with the extra help he brought in. Various bits of kindling, oil, coal, and other lightable things now filled the trench. Leisurely, Zacharias took a smoke from his pipe, and discarded the burning plant into the trench below. The flames started to spread, and soon the walls were groaning, moaning, swaying in the windy night, and crumbling under battering ram's pressure. Only a divine intervention would prevent the wall from falling by sunfall the next morning. -------------------- "I'm happy I'm the mentally disturbed person I am." -Nioca "Yes, Iffy is a demon." -Iffy The Two Universal Truthes: "All I know is that I know nothing" -Socrates "I think, therefore I am." -René Descartes Posts: 1186 | Registered: Friday, June 18 2004 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 21:19
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Justin thought " Thats a strange way to board the ship. No use complaining though someone else will do it for me". Vlad was still making a fool of himself he didn't see that coming to an end anytime soon. The only thing that concerned him at the moment was identifying any spy the Anama might have. If they were any good they would surely have one. Since their won't be anything else to do till they got there, he might as well try. -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, December 19 2007 21:36
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"...I don't have anything against the Anama. All I wanted to do was find out what you were doing causing trouble and stirring up the crowd, which could have been potentially dangerous to my client. I'm neutral in the anama/anti-anama debate. I don't care enough about magic to get involved!" Fi grunts, finally tiring of trying to drag It down to the ground and releasing her grip. "Now, I've left my client alone long enough, and if he doesn't get back to Manarina in one piece, I don't get paid. I will bid you good day, as long as I get your word that you won't go causing any more undue disturbances..." she informs It, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword as she speaks. -------------------- Third generation geek and heathen! Posts: 93 | Registered: Tuesday, December 11 2007 08:00 |
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written Thursday, December 20 2007 14:01
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It sighs, "Good day to you too. Oh, and he attacked me first!" he yelled as Fi walked away. It finished climbing up the wall, and looked at the large clock in the town. "11...59? ****!" It ran straight to the docks. He entered the ship he was instructed to go to, and he found a bloody dead body lying on the floor. The blood was obviously fresh. "Welcome, welcome. No, I'm not the one you were told to meet." The person who stepped out of the shadows chuckled. "John over there was against the Anama. And it appears as you are too. You are coming with us." It suddenly kicked the man in the nuts, and ran. The man yelled with pain, "GET *ahh* HIM!" It didn't get very far from the docks when he was trapped by hooked ropes triping him and soon he was tied up. "We don't want your kind here, you stupid little freak." The man pulled out a dagger. "You are gonna die" But before he could kill It, the ground shook and a flying ship could be seen overhead. -------------------- I can transform into almost anything, but not sanity -Iffy Muffins n' Hell|Muffins n' Hell: The Muffins Are Back Again I like this image Not in your shed -We are sort of done. Helpful critizism is welcome. Everyone, just call me Iffy. Please. I will sometimes change my shown name because of my change in post rank. It only it would show. But I have my lovely Canned title. Posts: 1799 | Registered: Sunday, February 4 2007 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Friday, December 21 2007 13:55
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Halfast went over to where Vlad and Trinculo were sitting. Sitting in the shadows of the skyship, he had heard their conversation. He now knew that the Anama had him, but it seem that they were gathering up adventurers that were headed to the Northern Wastes to stop them. So far they hadn't questioned him and he would need some answers for them. Halfast said to Vlad, "My name is Halfast. I got caught when they captured you. Do you have any idea what's going on?" Posts: 4643 | Registered: Friday, February 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Friday, December 21 2007 14:30
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Fi ignored It as he yelled out to her, as she hurried back to where she'd left her client. She settled into a comfortable rythm with her running, travelling the distance in a comfortable fashion. She had just reached the building when she felt the vibrations from something large pass by overhead. She glanced up to see... a ship? "...Interesting..." she muttered, as she slipped the lock and pushed the door open. She made her way quietly up the stairs, her ears pricked for any trouble. The rumble of quiet voices upstairs reassured her. "Sirs, I apologise for that... it turns out the Anama were after... well, I think it was a golem..." she announced courteously as she entered the room. Her voice faltered as she saw the pool of blood surrounding her client, and the Runic League rep, and the cluster of hard-faced men surrounding them both. "Hm... well, damn. Looks like I've got to exact some sort of retribution..." she decided as she drew her blades in a lightning-fast motion, springing forth and cutting one man's throat before their swords had cleared their sheaths. She kicked out at the second man, catching him just under the ribcage and knocking him off-balance, while her blades kept the third occupied. Both weapons found vital areas on their man, one sliding between ribs and the other into the soft flesh of the belly, dropping that man. She kicked the second man, the last one standing, again and sent him sprawling, then knelt on his chest with her blades crossed over his throat. The blades flashed, moved and within seconds the last man's lifeblood was pouring out onto the floor. "Meh... now, how do I explain this to the League?" she wondered, grimacing slightly. She wiped her blades clean, careful to remove all the blood from them, donned a clean set of clothing and washed her hands and face, removing all traces of blood and gore from her person. She then carefully picked her way around the battlefield, down the stairs and slipped away from the building, careful not to be seen... -------------------- Third generation geek and heathen! Posts: 93 | Registered: Tuesday, December 11 2007 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 05:19
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Jeran was now perched at the very top of the cliff overlooking the battlefield. The wind blew his shoulder-length black hair wildly about his face as he stood, arms out-stretched, concentrating on the elements that assailed him. His lips curled backwards in a savage, primeval grin as deep within his powerful frame the ancient stirrings of darkness awoke. Dark energy coalesced at his fingertips; spreading outwards along his arm to his chest were it solidified into a ball of blackness, sucking in the light. He drew his arms inward around the ball, his hands; electrified with power spun a fine web of blue sparks around the creation then with one movement he launched it, whirling outwards towards the walls of Bunstoke. A deafening explosion rocked the already swaying walls the breaking point. The dark blast had been right on target, the mighty walls; hours away from toppling were coming down now, the blast having ignited the final sapping points and sent kinetic shockwaves through the loose foundations. Falling outwards onto the attackers whose careful timing was now proving fatal the scared white-washed walls were akin to avalanches of thundering ice. Soldiers ran every which way, hitting each other, colliding with tents and supply crates as they fought to get away from the rubble bearing down on them. Jeran laughed joyously as several soldiers carrying torches set fire to tents and equipment in their terrified rush to get out of the way. With a thud that shook the ground and set off a massive cloud of dust the walls fell on the Anama army. More then half were wiped out instantly, dozens more were killed by hurtling shrapnel or crushed under the feet of rampaging oxen and maddened shaft animals. The fatigue to great to withstand any longer, Jeran slumped forward, over the cliff. The wind whistled in his ears as he plummeted through the air towards an almost certain death… -------------------- The one and only. Posts: 942 | Registered: Sunday, October 8 2006 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 05:34
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"That was a bit unexpected." Dazzle said, as it watched from its scrying pool. "Brava Jeran. I admire what you did but.." "It is foolish." Dazzle raised up its hand and light began to whirl in it. Strong winds began to blow. "Not too obvious now." Dazzle said as it twisted it mouth to a grin. As Jeran was falling, strong winds came and broke the fall, but just enough to not make the fall deadly. Jeran fall with a thud and remained unconscious. "Your antics are amusing, I'm waiting to see more." Dazzle said as it continued to watch the scenery that Jeran created. Jeran lay still on the ground, helpless, a sitting duck. OOC: Finally! :P -------------------- Humans fight to enter insanity. You ain't evil until you hear this! Posts: 732 | Registered: Saturday, June 24 2006 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 08:32
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The monks held funeral services the next day. The monks were cremated and the ashes were added to the sacred wine, which was drunk in front of the massive stained glass window depicting the eternal wound of Nalyd, dripping sorrowful blood onto the mortal realm forever. The Anama were carted to the coast of the island and dumped into the sea. During the body cleanup, they had found the original representative that the Anama had sent. He was hiding in Munigant's office, and had apparently touched the insane broadsword. His lower body and left arm were completely blasted away, and the spinal cord was firmly lodged into the stone wall. The sword had apparently spawned the ability to absorb blood, so there wasn't too much of a mess. Scrying was done to determine whether more Anama were on the way or not. They were, as was some kind of skyship with heavy anti-scrying wards in place. They had only identified it as a skyship thanks to the fact that it was flying, and too large to be anything else. They prepared for a siege, secreting the Item deep in the winding caves on the island and summoning many undead and demons. Wards were added to the walls of the complex and equipment was repaired and made. When the skyship came into visible range, they began to assault it. Fireballs glanced off of its' hull and detonated over the decks. Lightning shimmered over the cockpit and dissipated. Ice frosted over it and quickly melted. Dark tendrils could find no hold and slipped away. Clouds of poison were whipped away by heavy winds. Spirits could not penetrate the decks. Acid hissed and sizzled, leaving slight stains. They tried any number of magical assaults, and all failed. In the end, they tried a communal psychic assault, and concentrated on the cockpit. For hours, their minds struggled against the heavily ward-assisted minds of the pilots. After almost an entire day, the wards suddenly failed and the monks all but atomized their brains. The skyship still sailed towards them heavily, but began to tilt and list to the side, losing altitude. As they watched from the ramparts, the huge skyship ground into the soggy marshes. The mast splintered and cracked against the ground. Fires sprouted from several of the windows. The Anama army swarmed around the skyship, seeming to search for survivors. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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Agent
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 15:43
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Bustoke Zacharias awoke suddenly, unsure why. The cold sweat all over him and the feelings of dread and fear made him think he had had a nightmare, but the screams he heard made him think otherwise. Leaping out of bed, he darted out of the tent, horrified by everything his senses picked up. The roar of the fires burning the village was second only to the screams of the soldiers dying. Sickening smells of acrid smoke and burning flesh overwhelmed Zacharias, and he vomited in disgust. He was sweating like crazy now, and realized that he was surrounded by fire. He noticed the futile efforts of the slave tenders to extinguish the flames. With his dying breath, Zacharias invoked Ahonar's will to curse this odd village. The last image in his mind before death was the remaining catapults, burning away to nothing. Meanwhile, the slaves were rejoicing. Their owners were dying even now in the blaze, their tenders soon to die trying to combat the blaze. Still, they had to act fast. Dropping the battering rams, they ran to the gates of the castle, screaming for help and identifying themselves. Then, all noise stopped, and everything was eerily silent. From the heavens, a booming voice emerged, very clearly angered: "For the crime of inhumane and needlessly brutal murdering of undefended soldiers of The Faith in their sleep by flame and suffocation, I, Ahonar, hereby curse Bustoke to be ravaged by a Plague of Undead. This curse shall remain in effect until Bustoke has made ammends for this heinous crime." The Skies over New Colonia For no explainable reason, the skyship unexplicably fell onto New Colonia, causing tremors. People and objects were knocked down, doors swung ajar, etc. The people on the Skyship were shuck up a bit, but other wise fine, and the ship itself was still functional. Isaac and Rahona stumbled out first, dazed as they looked around the city, well aware it was part of the Empire of the Anama. [ Saturday, December 22, 2007 15:44: Message edited by: Goldenking ] -------------------- "I'm happy I'm the mentally disturbed person I am." -Nioca "Yes, Iffy is a demon." -Iffy The Two Universal Truthes: "All I know is that I know nothing" -Socrates "I think, therefore I am." -René Descartes Posts: 1186 | Registered: Friday, June 18 2004 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 16:01
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It killed the stunned Anama around him and stared at the skyship that had landed on the town. The skyship had missed him by inches. It decided to run around the skyship, looking to see if he could find out what happened, and saw two people that had been on the skyship, apparently stunned and dazed from what happened. -------------------- I can transform into almost anything, but not sanity -Iffy Muffins n' Hell|Muffins n' Hell: The Muffins Are Back Again I like this image Not in your shed -We are sort of done. Helpful critizism is welcome. Everyone, just call me Iffy. Please. Be grateful you have your unsellabe trowels -Goldenking Posts: 1799 | Registered: Sunday, February 4 2007 08:00 |
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written Saturday, December 22 2007 18:04
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Fi stumbled and went down as the ground shook with impact. She grunted as she hit the ground, shook stray tendrils of her dark hair out of her eyes and rolled to her feet. "Something huge just hit... something the size of an airship, perhaps..." she mused as she made her way swiftly along the cramped alleyway she found herself in. A crowd had started to gather up ahead - she could hear the commotion from here. She slipped up to the corner of the alley and peered around, pausing momentarily in shock as the image of a burned out hulk of an airship lying in the middle of the town registered to her eyes. "How on earth... the anama couldn't do that, could they? I thought only magi commanded destructive magics..." she thought as she navigated the crowd, getting in close to the hulk. Robed anama men swarmed the hulk, and she thought she caught a brief glimpse of It, before she ducked back into the crowd, moving around to the other side of the hulk, her ears pricked for the sounds of any survivors. If the anama were of the mind to kill the men and women aboard the ship, she'd have something to say about that... -------------------- Third generation geek and heathen! Posts: 93 | Registered: Tuesday, December 11 2007 08:00 |
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Shaper
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written Sunday, December 23 2007 12:01
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“His Eminence be praised!” The captain of the Anama skyship folded his spyglass and turned to face his crew on the bridge. “The Runic League’s skyship is down, and in our own territory! Now is our chance to wipe out this pathetic attempt to fix the vale once and for all. Rejoice, for this is the day magic shall fall, a great day for our people indeed.” The ship’s second officer spoke up, “Sir, what shall we do with the other adventurers in our hold? Shall I execute them now?” “No, that will not be necessary. It never hurts to have the extra bargaining chips. Bring them aland, his Eminence will no doubt reward us for capturing them alive.” - As the Anama ship prepared to set down adjacent to the League’s ship, the adventurer prisoners were bound by the hands taken from the ships hold. “What’s happening now, master?” Trinculo noted the usually look of obliviousness on Vlad’s face. “Never mind.” The ship rumbled as it set down in the middle of the city, looming over the slightly banged up League ship. The few adventurers that had gotten their bearings looked on in horror as a full brigade of Anama troops as well as the few captured adventurers disembarked. The captain stepped forward, drawing a sword, looking rather fearsome despite the priest robes under all his weaponry. “League drones! You have trespassed upon Anama territory! Surrender now or your lives shall be forfeit!” Seeing as no one else dared stand up to the Anama, Isaac Erikson made his presence known to the captain, “You call us the drones? That’s rich.” He drew his own weapon, “Tell me, what kind of Anama come to battle without any potions or scrolls?” The Anama shifted their robes around, trying to cover up the empty rings in their belts where potions and scrolls would normal go. “Insolent fool! You are outnumbered! You stand no chance!” “Well then, I have to warn you. My blade is as sharp as my eyes.” Isaac noted that Vlad was standing near the Anama captain, the only prisoner not to have his hands bound behind his back. It was possible that they simply didn’t perceive him as a threat, but Isaac suspected something more sinister. “You there, the X-High Priest…” Vlad looked around just to make sure Isaac wasn’t referring to some other X-High Priest. “And you are?” “Isaac Erikson, but enough about me. How did you manage to end up with these Anama buffoons?” Trinculo jumped up and down and shouted, “Help! Help! The Anama took us prisoner and-“ To make a bad situation worse, Vlad panicked, assuming Isaac suspected his treachery, and turned on his would be allies, “What!?! You guys were the Anama all along!?! You churlish **** clapping harpies!” With that, all hell broke loose in New Colonia. Vlad faced the Anama captain and a blast from his hands sent parts of the man showering over his shipmates. These were not the weak foes Vlad had been dealing with lately, however. Within seconds, the other Anama were protected with magical shields. Those shield did little to block Isaacs swift strikes, but even the rather experienced pair was not enough to stop the formidable Anama forces. They would need help to turn the tide against the small Anama army. -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 23 2007 12:05
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New Colonia Ahonar swore quietly under his breath. His Subjects were idiots, quite truly. Rising into the air, he ended the fighting with a "spell" that floored everyone in the city, knocking the commoners unconscious. Lights swirling around him, for effect, he then, "magically" amplifying his voice, he boomed out: "I AM THE ARCHMAGE RAHONA, AND THE ANAMA ARE NO LONGER WELCOME HERE!" With that, a wave of energy pulsed out from him, bending the atmosphere. The Anama, his own followers, screamed in fear as the "spell" hit them. Instead of killing them, like he would have if they were common soldiers, he merely teleported them away to Anamapolis. Meanwhile, all that was left of them in New Colonia was ash outlines. Wavering, Ahonar descended wearily from where he hovered ten feet up. Fake sweat on his brow, he asked for an energy elixir. --- Isaac looked in awe at the archmage. He had never actually seen one in action, but he had heard legends and rumors. By the Gods, this was incredible. Lights that Isaac had never seen pulsed around Rahona, exuding an aura of power. The air itself was ripped apart as the wave of energy utterly destroyed the Anama. And then, showing himself as a tired old man, Rahona fell back to earth, and asked wearily for an energy elixir. -------------------- "I'm happy I'm the mentally disturbed person I am." -Nioca "Yes, Iffy is a demon." -Iffy The Two Universal Truthes: "All I know is that I know nothing" -Socrates "I think, therefore I am." -René Descartes Posts: 1186 | Registered: Friday, June 18 2004 07:00 |
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written Sunday, December 23 2007 15:41
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Munigant, along with the rest of the monks watching the scrying pool, saw the airship crash over New Colonia. Along with them, he saw the ensuing battle and intervention of the Archmage of Force, Rahona. He saw the Anama "incinerated". But he also saw Ahonar as what he was. For a fleeting instant, Nalyd's hand wiped away the illusion to Munigant's eyes alone. He saw the ever present wooden shell, the glaring beacon shooting from beneath it. Munigant reacted. "It is the Wooden One! Destroy-" A score of glaring-red portals ripped through the air surrounding Ahonar, and a dozen more opened in front of the monks in the room. They were the elder ones, well versed in all magic, and had learned unfailing loyalty to Munigant. Tortuous, screaming souls ripped from Munigant's hands and plunged through the ominous bloody holes, leaving deadly vapors in their wake. Scintillating beams of death shot from his fingertips, lancing wildly to the air around the demigod. Thousands of miniature black-smoke needles erupted from his scarred palms bringing death to whatever they touched. Bloody swaths of supernatural black cloth spewed from his mouth, snaking, grabbing, crushing. Black and white lightning mingled in his eyes and fired, searingly, through the ozone-clogged air. The other monks saw what he did and did the same, and had fireballs and acid gouts, along with more exotic magics, target the demigod. The scene in the scrying room was chaotic, monks randomly firing everything they could into jagged red holes in the air. In the scrying pool, however, it was far worse. In less than a death-filled second, deathly holes had ripped from the air and began zipping wildly around the "Archmage". Then the magics came through. Within a moment, the air was filled with death and doom. Shades leaped from nothingness to vanish into the swirling mass of madness. Then it stopped. All of the portals flew away into the air with screams, and the assault sprayed in lines following their deflected paths. The scrying pool remained functioning, and the (now naked, as all of the clothes had been obliterated) figure of the "Archmage" turned slowly, going to it's origin. The Wooden Man smiled and leisurely stretched out a hand. A flash of light blasted through the pool, showering the holy water into the room with a tremendous shockwave. A demon stood in the pit where the pool had been. Grinning maniacally with tube-like teeth, it drew a long and jagged razor sharp stick of metal undeserving of the name "Sword", due to a design that looked as if it was completely unintentional that there was any kind of overall straightness to it at all. The monks had been painfully picking themselves up before a paralyzing wave shot through the room, except for Munigant, who was still standing. The demon spoke with Ahonar's voice. "Shall I feed you, Prophet?" The weapon plunged into Munigant's gut violently and quickly. Not because of any sharpness, as it varied over the entirety of the blade, flat as a hammer in some places and all but one-dimensional in others. No, it plunged quickly because of the immense strength of the demon, who withdrew it nearly as quickly, plunged again, and again, and again, trailing guts and entrails in the jagged edges and ripping contours of the blade. Laughing, the demon knelt to the bloody pulsing hole in the stomach of the magically paralyzed Munigant. With horrible crunching sounds, it began to eat. "Be like your banished god, Undead!" It vanished. Time began again. Munigant collapsed into a writhing and screaming blood-spewing blur on the floor until he passed out from blood loss. The other monks rushed and gathered around him, attempting to heal. As his wounds disappeared, they etched themselves in smaller, less deadly versions upon the monks, proportionate to whoever had done the most healing. Munigant's mind swarmed with the sweet, sweet ecstasy of the pain. -------------------- Fear us, mortals, but never envy, for though we burn with power, our fuel is our sorrows. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Sunday, December 23 2007 18:14
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It blinked. And blinked some more. He couldn't belive what had just happened. All those Anama, incinerated. It walked over to him, who was with another man, and asked, "Wha...What is going on?" -------------------- I can transform into almost anything, but not sanity -Iffy Muffins n' Hell|Muffins n' Hell: The Muffins Are Back Again I like this image Not in your shed -We are sort of done. Helpful critizism is welcome. Everyone, just call me Iffy. Please. Be grateful you have your unsellabe trowels -Goldenking Posts: 1799 | Registered: Sunday, February 4 2007 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Sunday, December 23 2007 19:30
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Halfast looked around at the destruction. The Anama were gone in an instant. He had never seen so many killed at once and leaving so little loot behind. He looked for something to use to cut the ropes that bound him. There was a fallen sword that with some effort he twisted so he cut his ropes. Once free, he figured, this confusion would be a good time to look around and see what the Anama had left on their skyship as well as regain his belongs. Entering the ship he started at the highest level. He found the captain's cabin and was dismayed that there were no scrolls or potions to be found. They were poorly equipped for Anama. Oh well there was at least some gold coins in his desk. Further searching eventually led to the storage room with his and the other adventures' belongs. Posts: 4643 | Registered: Friday, February 10 2006 08:00 |
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Shaper
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written Monday, December 24 2007 17:52
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Vlad slowly opened his eyes as he awoke. Something was different, this wasn’t his usually drunken nap he was getting up from. His whole body hurt, but not in a good way. His new yellow robes were torn and ruined, and there were people running around everywhere. He was… outside? Oh, yeah, that battle. He must have gotten the crap kicked out of him. Heh, he felt like a kid again. Speaking of kids, that little weird person that’s always hanging around him was back again. “Master! Are you alright?” “Oh, I see how it is. Go ahead and whine about it when I don’t rescue you from a bunch of club wielding maniacs, but then run and hide when I start a fight with a few priests.” “It was an army of Anama! The exact same Anama in both situations, now that I think about it. What was I supposed to do? We’re both lucky that archmage got here when he did. Wow, he was amazing. You should have seen it, master, he was all floaty and like you are not welcome here. It was awesome.” “Yeah, so? I can fly too, probably. Gonna flyyyy away, doo doot doo.” “No. You actually looked like a fool. And everyone saw it. Everyone, master.” Vlad did not like looking like a fool unless he was having a good enough time to make up for it. This was neither good times nor unfoollike times. Vlad was angry. He turned around towards the skyship and blasted it with all his mighty flaming powers. He howled at the top of his lungs while doing this so as to attract everyone’s attention to the rather impressive show of magical prowess. Within seconds, the whole ship was aflame, lighting up the dusk sky. “Take that, Anama scum! And if I catch you in my city again, may the Creator have mercy upon you all!” Trinculo covered his face with his palm. “Master, that was our ship. The Anama ship is behind you.” - Luckily, no one was hurt this time. The adventurers and other necessary personnel were relocated to the Anama ship. The powers that be decided to attempt to recruit a few more adventurers from New Colonia before lifting off, so Vlad decided to wander around the red lamp district until they were ready to leave. The Anama are a religious people, but they still have their needs. This city had it’s share of brothels like any other. One simply needed to know where to look. After the third or fourth whore attempted to solicit him, Trinculo decided it was time to leave. “Master, I don’t think I want to be around when you do whatever it is you do to women, so I’ll just go wait for you at the pub. That way, if you completely forget who you are and where to go, you’ll still probably end up back with me again, safe and sound. Does that sound like a plan?” Vlad didn’t answer, he just wandered on, not noticing when Trinculo was no longer following him. As the X-High Priest sorted through the various street girls with his eyes, he was confronted by a particularly beautiful young girl in priestess robes. “Oh, baby. It must be my lucky day. You look exactly like this girl I knew once. I forget her name, but did she have the sweetest little body! The way her curves went were perfect, just like yours, and those bosoms, immaculate! Ahg, I just wanted to flip her upside down and anoint her with the holy oils, if you know what I mean, then slowly shove the sacred ankh right up her-“ “Stop it! Shut up! What is wrong with you! It’s me! Belinda!” “That’s what her name was! How did you know?” “Oh, gods, grant me the patience I need to deal with you.” “Wait, you’re that Anama hussy! The one who said she’d do anything if I destroyed the Whale. How could I forget. Right, so… what were we supposed to do again?” “You… you… I hate you so much! Everything was going perfectly until you decided to betray us and started killing everyone!” “Ah, so it was me that killed everyone. Silly Pinner with his fanciful archmage stories.” Belinda sighed, “No, I suppose it wasn’t you that slew those Anama. They were, dealt with. More important things… it matters not, now. Are you still on our side or am I wasting my breath?” Vlad got uncomfortably close to Belinda, “Oh? So you’ve been spying on us all along, eh? I should turn you in to the League right now.” Belinda had been backing up as Vlad advanced, and now she was up against a wall. “Tell me, little priestess, what would you do to maintain your cover?” Vlad gasped as he felt something cold and hard press up against his most sensitive areas, Belinda was holding something sharp to his crotch. The look on the X-High Priest’s face was priceless, “Oh, you saucy shard-born ****. Move it little higher, please? Eee, that’s the spot!” Vlad squeaked as the dagger moved ever so slightly upward. “Listen, you worthless, dissembling flap-dragon! I have had quite enough of your nonsense, you will get your act together, board that skyship, and get me those damned items to prevent them from fixing the Vale or so help me I will relieve you of all that you have left in this cursed world!” With that, Belinda removed the dagger at just the right angle to nick Vlad a bit, then pushed him away a good couple feet away in one motion, and disappeared into the downtown crowd. Vlad readjusted his sacred relics and smiled, “I think I’m in love! Drinks! Drinks all around to celebrate!” [ Monday, December 24, 2007 17:54: Message edited by: Emperor Tullegolar ] -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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Warrior
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written Monday, December 24 2007 21:23
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Fi chuckled softly as the man announced his intention to inebriate everyone around, slipped forward through the crowd and linked arms with him. "Free drinks, hmmm? That sounds fun. Would these drinks be public, or could we go somewhere... private?" she purred. She'd seen the girl nearly neuter this fellow, so she figured he was probably not attached - particularly not to her. "Private would definitely suit me better..." she added, a twinkle in her eyes. "The things I do for information..." she thought, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. -------------------- Third generation geek and heathen! Posts: 93 | Registered: Tuesday, December 11 2007 08:00 |
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Canned
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written Tuesday, December 25 2007 07:11
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It sooned appeared on the skyship, and still being ignored. It was not surprised, with his orange skin and large neck (his brain was there after all). It also heard the "drink" announcement. It just sat down, he had had enough water. After a while he got up and sat down somewhere else. Seeing as Fi was right there, he decided to move again. That women was crazy. And he was not surprised that she was with the water person. And then he walked into someone, and they looked like the person who destroyed the Anama... [ Tuesday, December 25, 2007 07:13: Message edited by: Have a very Iffy Christmas ] -------------------- I can transform into almost anything, but not sanity -Iffy Muffins n' Hell|Muffins n' Hell: The Muffins Are Back Again I like this image Not in your shed -We are sort of done. Helpful critizism is welcome. Everyone, just call me Iffy. Please. Be grateful you have your unsellabe trowels -Goldenking Posts: 1799 | Registered: Sunday, February 4 2007 08:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Tuesday, December 25 2007 09:53
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"Praise Randomizer I'm on the Anama ship," gasp Halfast, That priest was crazy. Appearantly the only safe place was behind him and his path of destruction. With only one skyboat left, Halfast hunted for a clean cabin to appropriate. Tossing the previous Anama occupant's stuff out the door after checking for valuables, he decided this would do. Posts: 4643 | Registered: Friday, February 10 2006 08:00 |
