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Twist of Fortune; Righting what was Wronged
Topic Started: August 11, 2010, 4:08 am (253 Views)
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Flames and flesh, and steal and bone. Swirling images lost in time as the heroes of old fell at the hands of the devils before them. They felt their bodies tare, their bones shatter and break, hot thick blood spewing form their bodies in long strings and bubbling in their throat as they try to grasp breath through the bodily fluids churning in their lungs. Hair singed, flesh torn, intestine squirming from torn open gullets. Teeth, and bone, and steel taring into their flesh as they struggled to survive and fight. Each one believing this to be their last moments, each sure that they would perish, and transcend to what awaited beyond for each of them. Each one of them, with only one exception, and that one was not even certain it would work, but it was a chance, a slim chance, and he took it.
And it was a chance that payed off. For to these heroes, as their last agonizing moments ended, and their eyes closed for what was thought the last time, they found themselves opening their eyes once more, into a bright light. Not the harsh violent light of hell's fires, but rather the light of a springs day, slight shadows breaking it apart. The light was gently, soft, warming. They felt no pain, but and to them it was only a moment past when they had been feeling the agony of their lives being stolen from them. They felt grass and twigs beneath them and noted that they were nude. As the world came into focus, the view a lush thick forest in the peek of spring came to their eyes. Beside them was a massive tree, larger than any others within sight, and bushes and plants seem to be wind and alive. Were they dead, was this what lay beyond for them in the planes of their gods? Or was this something else? Something unexpected?
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Small eyes opening, Ishmal gasped and clutched at his stomach on instinct. What seemed to be only moments prior it had been splayed out before him, his bloody organs cooking and burning on the hot ground of one of the nine hells. Adrenaline stating to pump through his body he took deep breaths. They were not harshened by sulfur and smoke. The air was not thick with the smell of smoke and burning flesh, and the sounds of carnage and battle. It was rather that of the chirping birds and fresh air. But there was a emptiness that took him. The connection which once held him with his companion was gone. It would seem the Owl was no more, and it saddened him greatly.
But then the thought clicked in his mind. The spell had worked. He was alive. He quickly looked about and spotted others laying about, though he did not recognize them. He paused....looking down at his hands which seemed smaller than they once had. He raised his hand up to his face and felt it. He was not himself. He had known it would happen, but it was still a shock. Slowly getting to his feet he was shocked at how small a rise that had been. He was nude, and he began to look around at the forest about them, yet unclear as to where they were. It was an odd sensation, having the ground under his feet like this. He was more sensitive, his new body having never walked before had not calluses on the bottoms of it's feet, the ground being a wave of different feelings, several painful. As he looked about he paused as he spotted a particularly large mound of raised vegetation. He blinked, and looked about again, and again, his mouth having drawn open slightly in aw as he mumbled "oh my....." hardly audible at all due to it's low volume, and even that was surprising, hearing his voice to be so different than what he had known it to be fore several hundred years.
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As his eyes opened he felt no pain. He was confused what had happened he should be dead, but yet here he was lying on the ground his body nude. He looked to his left to see a human lying on the ground beside him. Who was that and where was his famed sword and bow. Had they been lost or had someone stolen them. As he searched his mind he began to mentally call out to the forest but he felt nothing. What had happened all Elves had the ability to communicate with the spirits in the trees and yet here he was hearing nothing in return. He stood up off the ground and looked down had he gotten shorter and why were his feet different. They were no feet of an elf. He looked at his hands, he had short stubby fingers they were not effective for drawing the strings of a bow taught. He began to feel his face and the first thing he felt was the hair. What was this elves had no bodily hair except for the hair on thier heads. This was very strange one moment he had been an Elf and now he was something different. What was he why was he in this body.
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Phrenius cried out as the talons pierced his chest yet again, then, gasped for a breath..........which was now surprisingly easy. He lay on his back, as before, except that the ground no longer scorched his tattered skin. Wait....it wasn't tattered. The ground he was lying on was twigs, and roots. He sat up and looked around, oblivious for the moment that he was naked as the day he was born. Trees. All he saw were trees.... and people. He saw people, two of whom, a gnome and a halfling, by the looks of it, were walking around. And they were all naked. And so was he, he determined, except that there was a lot less of him to be naked than there was before.... He slowly climbed to his feet, his tiny body swaying a bit as the blood stayed in his feet. As he regained his equilibrium, he looked around at the standing figures....."What in Olidammara's name is going on here?" He asked, mainly himself. He looked down at his body, feeling the sharp contours and angles of his form, the long, unbound hair that streamed down his back. He tried to remember, but the pain he recalled was too much to bear, and he shut off the chain of memories. Walking over to the gnome(gnomes tended to be smart), he covered his personal area with one hand as he placed the other on the small man's shoulder. Well, he wasn't really a small man....he was probably a head taller than Phrenius, but he used to be taller than that, so, small man he was. "Pardon, but, do you have any idea where my friends are?"
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Ishmal heard the movement and rustling of the others from behind him. It was no surprise, they should all have had their bodies created within the same general time, so they should all awaken about the same time. But he was only vaguely of that fact. He was too focused on the area around them. This massive stretch of forest. He was a Druid, and if there was thing that Druids knew, it was nature. This particular strip of forest was sending his head in circles. He muttered to himself as he thought. "This can't be, there's no way.....it would have taken.." He was looking about almost as if he couldn't believe what was before him.
But he was drawn from his world of chaotic and jumbled thoughts by the feeling of a hand on his back. He turned his head quickly to see who it was. It was a halfling, which is all he could really tell. There was no way of knowing who it was. back behind this one, another halfling was awake. This one however was covering himself in his nudity. To be honest, Ishmal hadn't even thought about the fact that they where naked. He himself had never been overly worried about matters of public decency sense he saw nothing wrong with their natural form, but would ware cloths none the less to keep warm, or protect his skin from the world, or even just for the sake of public peace of mind. When asked if he knew where the halfling, or at least the now halfling's friends where the shook his head, not in a manor as to indicate no, but more to clear his own head. "I am one. It's me Ishmal." He said, not at all certain who it was but for some reason felt awkward asking someone who they are.
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That is when he heard it. The gnome over there talking to the halfling had called himself Ishmal but that was not possible. Ishmal was supposed to be an Elf like he was supposed to be an Elf. Something terrible had happened and he believe Ishmal was behind him. Having an elven frame of mind he approached the two not bothering to cover himself. He was after all a choatic creature by nature so he didn't like the oppressive clothing he was accustomed to wearing. What is your last name. How dare you sully the good name of Ishmal. I am Allucious Valkin. Ishmal was a close personal friend and comrad of mine. He looked at the gnome with disdain how dare he claim to be Ishmal the mere thought was ridiculous.
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He was there, he listened and he watched: a gnome and two Halflings naked in a forest. Wade knew Ishmal had cast a spell on his final hour and now they’re reincarnated but away from their battle. He was convinced the battle was still going on, only elsewhere. It usually wasn’t the case, he usually was the one they explained things. He kept quiet mostly due to the shock of what had happened to him. His skin was pink, his scars were gone and his muscle frame was smaller than before but he understood now.

“If you’re Ishmal, then… your spell worked” He said as he revealed his location. He was sitting in a nearby push, slightly more shy than the others as he was trying to cover up using mud and leaves. An ordinary human, yet built like an ox. He then slammed his fist on a nearby tree trunk.

“We need to head back! Head to the nearest city, get supplies and head back to the battlefield before it’s too late!" He still didn’t’ get up, very embarrassed about his predicament.
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Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it"

Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be."

Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal."

Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone."
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Ishmal sighed and shook his head as Allucious bustled up and started getting defensive about his claim. "Allucious, you're standing there in the body of a halfling and you think it's so odd that I'm Ishmal?" He inquired and shook his head again. It was expected that everyone was a bit disoriented. After all, it wasn't every day that people were ripped to shreds and woke up in new bodies, But what had happened...?
The Elf turned Gnome looked back to the side where the only large one of the group sat. He had positioned himself in a bush and was being the most modest one out of them. Ishmal couldn't help but smile at at least mild amusement. It wasn't about his modesty, but rather at the fact that he understood instantly who it was by the train of thought. "And of course Wade would be the largest one out of us" he said. His expression then became grim as he just shook his head at the later of his companions words. "I'm afraid that's not an option....we're we over a thousand miles away from Talistan...." Talistan being the city at which the portal had opened and where they had fought. "We're also several days travel from the nearest town....or were...." He said, seeming quite confused. It would seem that he had figured out were they where, but something was off. He started off at a brisk walk over towards the side of the massive tree. He yelped slightly as he stepped on a pointed twig and kept walking. He disappeared around the edge from sight. Beyond the area, a little farther around the tree there it was. It was a door, burrowed into the base of the massive roots. It was much taller than it had once been to his eyes. It had no nob, no lock, just a slat where one put ones hand. Reaching up he set his hand into the door's hand hold and pulled, the door didn't budge. He set himself more firmly and heaved, gripping it with both hands. The door creaked the handle hole tore, sending the gnome sprawling backwards holding a piece of rotted wood.
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Wade didn’t know per se his druid friend had cast a spell. He deduced it, simply for the sole reason that his friend tends to do this weird little druidic chant before something magical happens near him. His brain was actually working, having a human body made him realize many things about his past life, it was quite enlightening. There was already tension, though it was to be expected.

As for being embarrassed when naked? That was always the case; he would travel to great length from the camp whenever he needed to relieve himself in the forest and was never one to drink big when in taverns. He nodded. “Aye, I’m Wade alright, Ishmal.” He then turned towards the Halfling Allucious. “Allucious, how fare thee?” He then turned toward the other Halfling and had no clue who he was. “If that’s Ishmal and he is Allucious… then I’m going to try and guess… Phrenius? Are you Phrenius?”

There wasn’t that many people in their group to begin with, so he guessed a name.
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Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it"

Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be."

Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal."

Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone."
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He walked over to Ishmal and hefted him up. He expected it to be a lot easier but in his current state it exhausted him. "What have you done Ishmal" he looked at his friend quizically. This was some very strange magic going on right now. Had Ishmal meant to do this to cast his once beautiful form into that of a Halfling? He looked at the door that Ishmal and pried open. "What is in there Ishmal. Why did you want to get in?"
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Nera grumbled loudly to herself as she stormed from a rather unfriendly logging village. "No pants, no shoes, no service! No kobolds allowed!" She whined mockingly, in her high-pitched, yapping voice. She paused briefly to gnaw on a piece of stolen jerky. Humans hadn't been the accepting, carefree people she'd expected them to be. If anything, they reminded her more of home. "No work, no food! Respect the all-watcher!" She rambled, then sighed. The only creatures that seemed to trust her were her tribe's dire weasels...in retrospect, she probably should've stolen one before she fled from the tribe. Perhaps she should catch and train one herself...she could probably find one in the forest if she looked hard enough.

"How does one train a dire weasel, anyway?" She mused to herself, already forgetting her anger and discontent. To be honest, she didn't know a thing about animal handling...but it couldn't hurt to try, right? Her spirits lifted, Nera made her way deeper into the forest.
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(please not small details in the future, he had walked around the tree out of site, so it isn't likely that one would see him trying to enter. Not a big deal, but little details make things more rich and vibrant RP.)

The Gnome shook his head, not bothering to brush off the accumulation of leaves, grass, twigs, and dirt he had gotten stuck to him in the fall. "It's my Home" He said crossly. It was very out of the ordinary for him to ever be cross or short tempered, but it was infuriating for some reason to be unable to enter one's own home. Ishmal also had never really spoken about his home much, though he had his wife from time to time, later in their adventures. None of the adventurers had ever been tot he Druid's grove, as was to be expected. The grove was not only a home, but it was also a sacred area within nature which they connected and communed with the world within. With that they were responsible for its tending.
He looked at the door and took a breath, then with a gesture of his hand he spoke out in Druidic. Druidic was the language of Druids, it was a hidden and secret language which none beyond their ranks knew, and none of their ranks would teach it to an outsider. It was also the language used in casting their spells that required Verbal components. It was true to this effect as well, for as he spoke and directed his motions towards the door the began to creek and warp and slowly it creaked down and fell forwards, nearly hitting the two small humanoids. (yeah warp wood spell) Stepping up onto the aged and now warped wood, the druid stepped into the confines of the massive tree, which was shrouded in shadow when compared to the brightness of the outside.
((yeah, I know I do a lot of explaining, but we have non D&D players among us.))
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It had been a long day for Rem. He had sold a lot of products but still had these useless sets of Halfling clothing. That was most of what was left in his stock he had a few bows some swords a couple of daggers, but mostly he had clothes left. I should have never bought those dang clothes. Waste of money is what they are. It seemed it was impossible for him to sell Dwarf Halfling and Gnome clothes. The merchant he had bought he clothes from said he would make a quick profit from them. Where was the profit he had bought these clothes months ago. The only good thing that had came from them was Kaytner had made a pallet from them to sleep in. She was always so sweet to him always lapping at his fingers while he ate hoping to catch a few crumbs. She was well fed, but she was not fat. She was a very muscular wolf she would generally run ahead and scout the land for him. She was very loyal to Rem never letting anyone hurt him. He sighed as he rubbed her head. She looked up at him and nudged his hand when it had stopped moving. Haha your just a tad bit spoiled aint ya girl. She yapped at him in protest not liking being called spoiled. The two shared a special connection he had saved her from a bunch of human males and had nursed her back to health. He looked up as he passed the Gates of Kelfal. He could see a forest in the distance. It seemed that forest would be where he slept tonight. In the morning he would be heading to a town on the far side of the forest. He looked up at the sun it seemed he had a good few hours of light left before it would be dark. He snapped the reigns of the two horses and they picked up the pace to a slow jog.
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He jumped back as the warped door fell to the ground. "Your home Ishaml? You have never spoken of it before so why are we here now?" Druids had preferred a different way of living. Instead of bulding thier homes around the trees they preferred to live inside of them. It was a strange custom they had picked up. "So if we are to go into a town we must find clothes, but how are we going to find clothes if we can not go into a town. This is a conundrum that we must figure out. Perhaps if we stand along a major road we will run into a traveling merchant. Perhaps he will have clothes and weaponry. Though we have no money so we can not afford them. This is quite trouble some indeed." He was talking more to himself then to Ishmal who had went inside his home.
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