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| The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story | |
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| Shienvien | Apr 25 2009, 04:30 PM Post #181 |
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I want, I can, I do
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The Half-Being was again drawn away from his thoughts when the squirrel the Crowned Lich tried to rerise let out a shrill shriek of agony. Again he was looking at something, instead of just at a completely empty spot in a place that didn't even exist. Arechiarnaw's at the moment bird's head had turned just in time to see the little animal to throw itself to ground. It was soon clear enough that there was something wrong, as a rapidly growing lump appeared where nothing should be on squirrels... or almost any living thing for that matter. Even Arech himself had been in enough different shapes to tell that without a second thought. Not much. But still a mistake. Corrected? Instead, the lich seemed to lose every bit of his nerves, trying frantically to correct the whatever error he had made, only causing more tumors to appear and then leading the little animal to deform beyond all recognition. It was when Arechiarnaw seemingly lost all interest again, this time simply closing his eyes. Said to be. Was not. Couldn't be up to what claimed. The greatest expert? Couldn't Resurrect. Not even that. And that was a squirrel. Not even human. Not any other. Just little animal. Not highly intelligent lifeform. Might know... But is still incapable of. Despite of that. Only knowing didn't help. Have to be able to. Could... He even made- without even opening his bright, glowing eyes- a some kind of shrug-like motion, as much as it was possible, given that he had birds wings instead of arms, and therefore lacked proper shoulders. Drained. It appeared that as the mana left him he also became physically weak. Was not expected? A lich. Undead. Not truly alive. Not really. Not in all means. But still living. Dead-not-dead. Alive-not-alive. "I failed," The lich whispered. Barely hearable. Weak. Arech agreed in his mind. About that part. Nothing but fail. His eyes opened momentarily, for a long time enough to get a glimpse of the thing which had once been an undead squirrel. Definitely not a squirrel anymore. Nothing even alike. Not similar to squirrel. Deformed beyond imagination. "The spell failed. If even such a slight distraction can wield such horrid results, it is not good enough." Then why to let yourself to be distracted? Really, why to? He can see through. Not to see. Not to hear. But still register. Still to know of. Why can't Gerald? Why not the lich? Arech can... Could before? "Merrano Derrevato is insufficient... I need more Forsaken Weapons... Sacremento was right. I need them all!" Insufficient. Not enough. But had to be. Must be? As surely as he stood here. He. Arechiarnaw. He was not born. Not hatched. Was formed. Formed by himself. Alone. No body. No things to aid. None at all. Only will. Different, true. What he did. What the lich did. But could that be? Was really that much harder. The rest... Didn't remember. Maybe could awaken. Beside himself. Others. But didn't know. Remember. Recall. "Not.." He suddenly spoke up, carefully pronouncing the word out with his beak, as well as he could. "You is?" the last part was said as a question, given that he didn't truly know but only guessed. He had opened his eyes again and was looking intently- and almost longingly at the staff. Slowly he moved a few steps closer, still keeping his eyes on it. He didn't have hands... But he could hold it with his taloned feet as well... And wait. He could then wait. Or he could wait now. Take later. If he remains stronger. Will be new chance. He has time. For now he just watched. To decide? |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Mercinus3 | Apr 25 2009, 04:33 PM Post #182 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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"The forsaken weapons? Your sword and that battlewand are forsaken as well, are they not? I suppose that would explain the amount of power they contain. I did not realize that the forsaken weapons had emerged, though I have heard of them. It seems strange that in this wide world you were in the possession of three of the sixteen. That must have taken some doing." Mercinus smiled at the small copper dragonet. "No, my sword is not one of the Forsaken Weapons. It was made just before their creations. As for obtaining them, I can't remember how Harrugyo and Kaljo-Rejjio were obtained, but Merrano Derrevato was obtained within the Gateway, where we tried to defeat Sacremento and his Werepyres from the Drægar's cavern. The lord had tricked us and forced us to damage the serpent beyond repair. Before it died and destroyed the dark ball that he had formed, it revived us, and gave us the battlewand..." In uncontrollable anger, he slammed his fist into the mud, leaving an dent to where his fist was. "Losing that battlewand is worsening the loss of the Drægar." Gritting his teeth, he got up off the ground, and sheathed Silver Moon back into its sheath, thinking back to the woman that was inside the blue sword. Helping Sindra up, he listened to the next thing that the dragonet had said. "How nice to meet you, Sindra. It's good to know that you two are mated: those close to each other wield more power together than the combined might that they hold separately. Where are you and your party headed? It might just be that I decide to take you up on our offer and accompany you." Mercinus blushed slightly at her comment about the two. "Thank you, Rhindani. As for where we're heading... There's a place far away from here on Celbaron called Conuence. This means that we need to find a boat that is going to Fisdemont, and through the Celbarean Desert." "Mercinus what happened? I feel restored." "It's a bit complicated for me to explain at the moment. I'll tell you when we arrive at Galbeez. I promise I'll tell you everything that you need to know, my love." The mercenary could see the sorrow in Sindra's face, after she had smashed the ice shield that had protected them. He walked up behind her, and placed his arm around her shoulders. "I need to bury Brodin Mercinus. Can we spare enough time for that much at least? I don't think I could leave knowing his body was left behind as food for the vultures." Mercinus nodded in agreement, treasuring the precious moment. Before he could walk out and find her brother's body, Alyre flew back to where the group was, her small form dwarfed by the trio. "I have some bad news. Sindra, the lich and his allies are gone, but when he left.... when the lich left, your brother went with him. I believe that he has been reanimated." His eyes widened. Not only did Gerald have one of the Forsaken Weapons, but they also had a powerful ally in Brodin. Looking over the tree-tops, he noticed that the sun was slowly sinking over the mountains. "Guys... I know that Brodin has left with Gerald, which is a big concern of ours, but we have another problem. Within a few hours, the creatures that hunt on these plains are going to come down and look for food." He walked over to what he presumed was the changing elf's stuff, and placed it before her. "We need to go now. If we dawdle any longer, these things are going to kill us." Gathering his stuff together, and carrying some of Sindra's belongings, he led the group out of the forest, and marched towards Galbeez. They had lost sight of Saninan, and presumed that he was chasing the lich and to retrieve the lost Forsaken Weapon. He led them on through the night without rest. If they had stayed at the forest, they would have been killed by the beings of the night. If they stopped now, they would follow the same fate. Fighting them was useless, because of the lack of night vision. The only thing that they can do is march. Everywhere they walked, the feasting noises of the creatures could be heard. Throughout the night and the next day, they walked on, taking breaks every now and again. Mercinus had checked on Sindra to see if she was feeling, after the fight the day before. He was upset about losing a good comrade, but he could feel the anguish that was in her heart. Finally seeing her brother after many years of being apart and it had ended with his clone's axe. He could feel the little injuries that Zorantanium was facing, which had annoyed him greatly. Finally, before the sun started to set over the mountains, they had arrived at the banks of the river, with Galbeez on the opposite side. The walls of the city had restricted the view of the buildings, but the group was going to see them once they go over the bridge. As the group arrived at the foot of the bridge, he noticed that there were several soldiers that were at the other end of it. Curious, he led the group over the gentle water, and walked towards the guards. "I'm sorry sir, but you can't enter the city at the moment. The city is on high alert, and the mayor ordered the garrison to close the gates to everyone on the outside." The colours of the uniform hadn't changed when the mercenary. The red drapes of the cloth flowed a few centimeters from the banded mail. "Why is the city on high alert?" Mercinus had asked, wondering what was happening. Nothing had happened during the time that he was here, trying to capture a murderer from Terrubane. "Mercinus... The daughter of the head necromancer had been taken, and he thinks that the people of the town have taken her. We're on the verge of a civil war, and the undead are rising from the graves." Thanking the guards for the information, he walked back to the group and told them the news. "Unfortunately, the city is on a verge of a war because the head necromancer had his daughter taken from him. I can get the guards to allow us entry and see the mayor personally, but I don't know who is going to come with us. What do you think guys?" |
![]() This is true. I will go ninja kitty on your asses if you do... *glowers and sharpens claws*
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| Neutual Demon | Apr 26 2009, 05:02 AM Post #183 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Despite the rather fussy elf, and the fact that no one even knew who the hell he was, Luman was still there following them. He kept his distance though, and for now, no one seemed to care. Actually, he didn't think anyone even noticed him following. If they did, they were good at keeping it to themselves. The days of trailing behind the group made him feel too guilty for his good. He didn't want to stalk them like a ghost, but if he just ran in, more or less they’d kill him. “People are hard to persuade now days.” He said softly, running a hand across Kura’s smooth surface. He closed his dark red eyes in thought. The group came to a stop at the bridge, the guards talking about a ‘civil war’ or something along the lines, he was too far to catch all of the conversation. He watched them at a distance, holding onto the red stone, which was shuttering slightly in his hand, obviously aware of something he wasn’t. That was funny about the Fire Gem, it knew more than he’d ever will. He listened to the leader, who he remembered before as Mercinus, talking to the group about the problem. He just shrugged at the idea. Getting in by yourself was easy, sure, if he had to, he’d sneak in. Get arrested probably, but no matter, he was good at talking. The dark elf shook his head slowly. No, he couldn’t afford getting himself arrested. His past life would get him killed if anyone found out or knew. Also, the memory of the last time he ever been into a town came back again. He ran a hand over his side. That time, those morons broke three of his ribs, and then dragged him out and dumped him in very, very cold water. He shivered slightly at the memory, shaking his head to push it into the back of his head, before looking ahead and watching the group again. |
Something tells me that someone's playing with my head again... DoomStick.... <3 | |
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| Teslyn | May 7 2009, 09:14 AM Post #184 |
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a fleeting presence
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"No. Nonono," Jey repeated with conviction in her sing-song voice. "You did not fail, GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld -- No noyou did not failfail." Meryc always said Failing was not Succeeding and then not Trying To Succeed. Meryc always said failing was losing and giving up - failing was what you did when you accepted defeat. I can fix it! I must fix it! The Merrano Derrevato must be sufficient! I cannot fail, not being so close! he'd SaidnotSaid. But - "You cannot fix it, musts don't matter but don't worry GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld your Galangdei isn't suf-fic-i-ent but you will not fail. So close so close too close to stop yesno? To close to stop, yes, so you do not fail. Yes? Yes." Jey nodded, absolute in the knowledge she had just articulated. |
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| Dark Lorienne | May 7 2009, 11:19 AM Post #185 |
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The Priestess of Miejoeïsm
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Saninan was wondering what to do after the mercenary group didn't return. Maybe following this lich would be the best option? Or should he just use the communication orb? So many options, but not enough time. He knew that he'd get a new assignment soon, so he wasn't allowed to waste any of his precious time. I shouldn't chase after my... New comrades, so it seems. They know what they are doing. I'll leave them alone until they start getting in my way somehow. Then, he remembered his promise. What did the group think now that he didn't followed them? He shook his head. They could think whatever they wanted to think. Maybe they were right... And maybe they weren't. Saninan spent several minutes searching for the communication orb which was hidden very well in the most obvious place of the whole world: his backpack. It was sooo obvious that nobody would ever search for an important device like a communication orb in it that Saninan decided do it in there. Yes, Saninan was actually very smart after all - well, that was what he used to say. If it was true or not could be answered differently due to the changing circumstances. Hide a tree in a forest! When the communication orb was finally resting in his hands, he activated it and in a blink he was gone. Soon, he appeared in the hideout, wondering what to do next. Who could use his help this time? |
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| Wyrmling | May 9 2009, 04:44 PM Post #186 |
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RP-Crazy @_@
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Alyre nodded her thanks to Mercinus when he retrieved her belongings, and swiftly began the change back to her elven form, feeling the changes in her bones as her entire body composition shifted. She quickly donned her clothes and equipment, buckling straps and tightening laces with alacrity as she sensed the mercenary's urgency. "Okay, I am ready to depart," she informed Mercinus somewhat breathlessly when she was done. Soon she was walking alertly behind the group as they began their march out of the forest, still eagerly taking in the sights and sounds of the new, strange lands they traveled through. As night fell, she sensed unease from her companions as the nocturnal beasts came out to feed, and rested her hands warily on the hilts of her swords. She saw, with her superior elven vision, the creatures that were the source of the grisly noises around them. It was not a comforting sight, and she was relieved when dawn broke in the east. During the next day Rhindani the dragon, who had been scouting away from the group throughout most of the trip, appeared in the midday sky and alighted next to Alyre. Her scales shone copper, and the assorted trinkets scattered about her person tinkled gently. A large scorpion wriggled in her mouth. "Have you eaten?" she asked Alyre. "I'm happy to share my catch if you're hungry." The elf composed her face carefully so that no hint of distaste showed on it. "No thank you," she said politely, "I have eaten recently enough. I ate with Mercinus and Sindra while you were away, so I doubt they're likely to be hungry either." The dragonet continued to walk beside her as it crunched the scorpion loudly between its teeth, and Alyre mentally congratulated herself for sparing her companions. The rest of the day continued uneventfully, until evening, when they finally arrived at their destination: the city of Galbeez. Rhindani announced that she was going to make a final hunting trip as the city came into view, and winged her way into the darkening skies with a parting comment that she would find them later that night. Alyre nodded a goodbye to the dragonet, wondering idly how Rhindani would know where in the city they were, but saying nothing as they parted ways. Shortly they had arrived at the city gates, and Mercinus conferred briefly with the guards. "Unfortunately, the city is on a verge of a war because the head necromancer had his daughter taken from him." he announced to the group. "I can get the guards to allow us entry and see the mayor personally, but I don't know who is going to come with us. What do you think guys?" "I will come," said the elf, casually letting her dark hair out of its tail so that it fell loosely about her face. "I will support you, Mercinus Greyback. I can't speak for Rhindani, but she said she would find us. I assume that if she appears by moon-high we will know what her decision was." ----- Rhindani felt no guilt over lying to the elf about her excursion. It didn't do anyone harm, and the truth would only have complicated matters. If someone found out about the one she was going to see, it would be easy to convince them that she had found him by chance, looking for night-dwelling invertebrates farther from the city. As the copper dragon twinkled, star-like, away from the group, she let her eyes scan over her surroundings until she found the one she sought. The dark elf, holding his glowing, fiery stone, was standing a fair distance from the group, too far for anyone not airborne to notice easily unless they were being very vigilant. She swooped lower over the plains and circled around from the west, not wanting to alert Alyre by flying straight towards him. She could tell that the change elf, while generally friendly, wasn't very open-minded about their dark-skinned visitor. "Night is falling, I come calling. Dark and fire, Feel no ire. What pray is your purpose? Have you come to hurt us? Peace friend, peace. Peace friend, peace." Rhindani sang unobtrusively as she descended, capturing a simple tune and replacing the words to suit her whims. She felt curious about the nature of the stranger, but didn't fear him. As an innately good creature, it was in her nature to despise evil. But she was not law-bound as some other dragons were, and she kept an open mind about most things. The dark elf was an unknown, and it pleased the copper dragon to meet the shadowy individual who tingled with magic. She was on a quest to please herself, so of course, that was exactly what she did. |
| "From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon | |
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| Neutual Demon | May 11 2009, 04:30 PM Post #187 |
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Cakeo? Imp Cakeo?
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Luman's sharp ears caught the sound of wingbeats, knowing that it was probably the dragon Rhindani, if he remembered correctlty from the conversations of some nights ago. The dragon's singing was a nice change, for at least it was directed at him. He was actually grown tired of listening on the others' conversations, but he had no choice, for he would be even more bored if he just wandered off. The dark elf's hand rested calmly on the fiery red surface of Kura, as his dark eyes looked up at the dragon. "My purpose...truely, I do not know...whatever comes my way, I suppose." He sighed, looking down at the ground, frowning slightly. "Though... there isn't much there... not because of who I am, but for what I am." He closed his dark red eyes in thought. He had figured out a night or so ago, that he wasn't following the group because he wanted something to do, but because he was lonely. Even Kura knew that he needed to talk to actual people once in awhile. But of course, who wanted to talk to a dark elf with a rock? Luman shook his head with a sigh, before looking up at the dragon again. "And what is your purpose, if I may ask." He was curious though, why did the dragon even bother at all to come to talk to him? It was very curious, for he also noticed that the dragon did it without attracting attention of the people of the group he was following. He ran his fingers over Kura in thought, as the stone flickered slightly, thinking also. |
Something tells me that someone's playing with my head again... DoomStick.... <3 | |
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| Silvermourn | Jun 10 2009, 02:27 PM Post #188 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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