The paddle dipped silently into the stream.
"Stroke . . . stroke . . . stroke . . . Steroke . . . STEEEEEEroke!!!!!!!" Tony chanted melodramatically behind him.
"ALRIGHT!!!!!!! ENOUGH ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted loudly, making Tony recoil.
"I was just trying to liven the mood." Tony muttered downtroddenly.
"Well, we've reached our stop anyway, a short hike east and we'll be At Sir Magrus' doorstep."
"Do you think anyone else will be there????????"
"I sure hope not, but there is one that I fear is there. One that has upstaged me in every competion we've ever competed in. One that stole my fair maiden of the juniper forests away from me. One who is so evil, he has never been tempted to taste the magical waters of the Kool-Aid River, to the west. One they call," Chu paused to give his words some effect, "Locke Da'averan" . . .
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Stagecoach Band
Athena saw what she was looking for after the last beams of light faded over the hills into night. Freeerange horses blotched all over the area. The moonlight kissed their backs as they ran with the stagecoach like the wake to a boat. There were thousands. A small strip of tenant's houses lit by candle Galuf and Athena were approaching from a distance now, the ride in stagecoach had been swift. "This is where my horse was born, this is where he returns when seperated from his master, to the Ai, or beginning." Athena said, excited. They rolled past the tenant's houses and halted at the stables near the guest cabin and Ranch house.
Out of the stagecoach tumbled a bull-man with a banjo, an Indian with a hand drum, and a fawn with a flute and an ogre with a base violin. All drunk. Athena helped Galuf unhook and put away the team then tended to her wounds. They built a campfire and cooked steaks, the band played the blues, Athena played along with her harmonica, a bottle of Chivas Regal was consumed and tumbleweed rolled around in the distance. She turned to her peers and stated merrily, "I don't think I've enjoyed myself this much since campouts by the Cabana." The band played on. "This is where we shall part ways for now, Jolly Goleef I thank you for your good service." Athena then gave Galuf's horses electrolytes bidding them be as swift the next day, and took off into the night on a stock horse to find her steed.
Athena saw what she was looking for after the last beams of light faded over the hills into night. Freeerange horses blotched all over the area. The moonlight kissed their backs as they ran with the stagecoach like the wake to a boat. There were thousands. A small strip of tenant's houses lit by candle Galuf and Athena were approaching from a distance now, the ride in stagecoach had been swift. "This is where my horse was born, this is where he returns when seperated from his master, to the Ai, or beginning." Athena said, excited. They rolled past the tenant's houses and halted at the stables near the guest cabin and Ranch house.
Out of the stagecoach tumbled a bull-man with a banjo, an Indian with a hand drum, and a fawn with a flute and an ogre with a base violin. All drunk. Athena helped Galuf unhook and put away the team then tended to her wounds. They built a campfire and cooked steaks, the band played the blues, Athena played along with her harmonica, a bottle of Chivas Regal was consumed and tumbleweed rolled around in the distance. She turned to her peers and stated merrily, "I don't think I've enjoyed myself this much since campouts by the Cabana." The band played on. "This is where we shall part ways for now, Jolly Goleef I thank you for your good service." Athena then gave Galuf's horses electrolytes bidding them be as swift the next day, and took off into the night on a stock horse to find her steed.
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Fiona
Fiona played for a while and the leprechaun talked. It quickly became obvious he talked more nonsense than Ik, which was a bit of a surprise. Granted, it might have been embarrassed by Icarus’ interest in his toileting habits, but in the circumstances there was no gain in indulging the evasions. She put the fiddle down and the leprechaun started dancing again. She eyed it curiously.
As the dance got faster the leprechaun howled and babbled threats which it was in no position to carry through. Fiona laughed. “Want to start again, little man?” she said. The leprechaun nodded, too breathless to speak. Fiona picked up the Hardanger fiddle and started another tune. This time the leprechaun continued to dance, though slowly enough for it to speak.
Fiona waited for DW to take up the questioning, but noticed the mage seemed distracted by something down the path behind them.
“OK. Are you saying that the abbot of the Church of Guinness put this spell on you because he objects to incompetent Irish imps aping rap artists, or whatever other cultural anomaly you choose to describe that as?” Oran Mor nodded frantically. The abbot went up in Fiona’s estimation.
“Did he say it was permanent?” Oran Mor shook his head but did not answer. Fiona allowed the tune to slow and the speed of his dance increased. She smiled and waited. This leprechaun was typical of its kind. It would try any trick to get what it wanted without giving anything back. Little beast was just another cliché and again her thoughts turned to Ravager and his strange obsessions.
“One more chance, Mr Mor. The rest of your “ homies” in the same boat, or not?” Oran Mor said they were not and it was obvious the rhyming was not the whole story. Carefully pacing the tune to make it possible, Fiona asked Icarus and DW to search the leprechaun while she held the dance at a slow but disabling waltz. The search produced a number of curious items which the leprechaun had secreted about his person. It was possible the bottle of poteen was his own, and the two bags with a coin in each were quite in order. But the large signet ring was unusual, to say the least. And the mitre was a dead giveaway.
As the dance got faster the leprechaun howled and babbled threats which it was in no position to carry through. Fiona laughed. “Want to start again, little man?” she said. The leprechaun nodded, too breathless to speak. Fiona picked up the Hardanger fiddle and started another tune. This time the leprechaun continued to dance, though slowly enough for it to speak.
Fiona waited for DW to take up the questioning, but noticed the mage seemed distracted by something down the path behind them.
“OK. Are you saying that the abbot of the Church of Guinness put this spell on you because he objects to incompetent Irish imps aping rap artists, or whatever other cultural anomaly you choose to describe that as?” Oran Mor nodded frantically. The abbot went up in Fiona’s estimation.
“Did he say it was permanent?” Oran Mor shook his head but did not answer. Fiona allowed the tune to slow and the speed of his dance increased. She smiled and waited. This leprechaun was typical of its kind. It would try any trick to get what it wanted without giving anything back. Little beast was just another cliché and again her thoughts turned to Ravager and his strange obsessions.
“One more chance, Mr Mor. The rest of your “ homies” in the same boat, or not?” Oran Mor said they were not and it was obvious the rhyming was not the whole story. Carefully pacing the tune to make it possible, Fiona asked Icarus and DW to search the leprechaun while she held the dance at a slow but disabling waltz. The search produced a number of curious items which the leprechaun had secreted about his person. It was possible the bottle of poteen was his own, and the two bags with a coin in each were quite in order. But the large signet ring was unusual, to say the least. And the mitre was a dead giveaway.
The chill winds whipped across the snowy tundra. Amid the bleak and white landscape, a single, scarlett shape pushed forward, standing out like an Albino in the middle of the Apollo theatre. Aegis trudged through the snow. Any lesser person would be shivering, and freezing near death, but the Sage was above such frivelous body functions. He had long since adapted to the cold winds and tempertures of Moderator Mountain.
He glanced around, seeing nothing but a snow squall. ANy other person whould have been lost hours ago, but the Sage new, instinctively, where it was he was heading. It was not the first time he had made the journey, nor would it be the last, he suspected. Though he knew where he was going, it had long been since his last visit. He was one of the few he once resided on Moderator Mountain, having given up the life for finer pursuits, and to spend more quality time with his remaining fish and sanity.
A pair of icicles hung from the corners of his lips, the moisture having crystallized and created a pair of ice-like tusks that hung down, though completely un-symmetrical. Where one ended in a sharp point, the other had, oddly enough, formed in a curling pattern, to which had now taken on a shape similar to that of a ballon animal. The Sage had not the time to ponder the temporal and philosophical meanings of such an omen. He was a man on a quest.
The Crusaders of Spam had departed, and were on their quest. The elements had been set in motion. It was time to conviene with his former mentor, the one who could confere the last bits of wisdom required for the Sage to guide the stalwart crusaders.
Ahead of him, at the base of the final spire, one reaching up into the heavens, slightly crooked like and an odd shade of lavender, was a small village. Remote, and forgotten about. This was the village of the Former. In the centre of the village was a single tipi, thick black smoke curling out from the opening at the top. Aegis was to see Big Chief Vehemence for guidance. He could only hope it was positive.
He glanced around, seeing nothing but a snow squall. ANy other person whould have been lost hours ago, but the Sage new, instinctively, where it was he was heading. It was not the first time he had made the journey, nor would it be the last, he suspected. Though he knew where he was going, it had long been since his last visit. He was one of the few he once resided on Moderator Mountain, having given up the life for finer pursuits, and to spend more quality time with his remaining fish and sanity.
A pair of icicles hung from the corners of his lips, the moisture having crystallized and created a pair of ice-like tusks that hung down, though completely un-symmetrical. Where one ended in a sharp point, the other had, oddly enough, formed in a curling pattern, to which had now taken on a shape similar to that of a ballon animal. The Sage had not the time to ponder the temporal and philosophical meanings of such an omen. He was a man on a quest.
The Crusaders of Spam had departed, and were on their quest. The elements had been set in motion. It was time to conviene with his former mentor, the one who could confere the last bits of wisdom required for the Sage to guide the stalwart crusaders.
Ahead of him, at the base of the final spire, one reaching up into the heavens, slightly crooked like and an odd shade of lavender, was a small village. Remote, and forgotten about. This was the village of the Former. In the centre of the village was a single tipi, thick black smoke curling out from the opening at the top. Aegis was to see Big Chief Vehemence for guidance. He could only hope it was positive.
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As they flew down to the ground, Venom leapt off the spool immediately. "Ow, I've got more blisters than something with a heap of blisters. Now, I guess I'm going to have to massage myself, because the rest of you are too weird for me."
Walking over to the Raven, Venom picked up a stick and started poking it. It fluttered its eyes and woke, though clearly in difficulty. "As much as I'm starving, I am against eating this furry little animal. He appears to be carrion and we don't want to eat that, besides, I've never eaten felines before, and I don't want to start now. So, where are we going now, oh great leader?
Walking over to the Raven, Venom picked up a stick and started poking it. It fluttered its eyes and woke, though clearly in difficulty. "As much as I'm starving, I am against eating this furry little animal. He appears to be carrion and we don't want to eat that, besides, I've never eaten felines before, and I don't want to start now. So, where are we going now, oh great leader?
In memorian: Fiona; Ravager; Lestat; Phreddie; and all of those from the 1500 incident. Lest we forget.
'O Great Leader' Phreddie liked the sound of that, despite it being spoken sarcastically it had a good ring to it, noticing the Raven was in no mood for questioning, and the party in no mood for eating that foul looking, delicious smelling meal, Phreddie put it in his mouth and swallowed it whole. Phreddie then turned around, feeling quite full, with maybe a little bit of extremely early indegestion, proceeded to outline the plan, "From here, we wil travel south to the Red Lion Inn, we shall rest one night, then turn westward to Epona's Horse Farm, where the First piece of the Goat is rumored to be, I have several realtives in the goat herds down that aways, some in pastures, a few on the Farm itself, no doubt they will provide more info as our journey progress, until then I..." all of a sudden Phreddie felt horribly sick to his stomach, the Raven was not agreeing with his system at all, unable to ask for magical assistance from his companions, Phreddie stumbled over to behind a Bush where he collapsed in a small hollow space below it where he passed out, his last thought before losing consciousness was that his companions could not desert him for he was the only one who knew the Magic Words to activate the rugs and spool...
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The troupe was preparing to break camp when Lasher noticed Phreddie was missing. After a quick search, Ravager found him napping in some bushes. Strangely, they were unable to wake him, and Lasher noticed there was a writhing under the skin of his were-goat stomach Seemingly unable to proceed without the magic words, they were about to open him up and see what was wrong with him when DJ suggested that they give him a few hours, to see what happened, and that he knew how to hotwire magic carpets and jet spools.
It was decided that this was a good plan, because although Lasher was quite skilled in the healing arts, he would rather avoid open stomach surgery if at all possible. Sure enough, after about an hour of flying, the squirming stopped. Phreddie opened his eyes a crack, and then they were open as far as he could open them. At first puzzled, the silent scream on his face and the wild thrashing gave it away. Ravager quickly rolled him onto his stomach, and the raven burst forth like a bat outta hell, leaving behind a cloud of feathers. Phreddies screams finally made themselves heard, and the raven, after a few choice words, darted off.
It was decided that this was a good plan, because although Lasher was quite skilled in the healing arts, he would rather avoid open stomach surgery if at all possible. Sure enough, after about an hour of flying, the squirming stopped. Phreddie opened his eyes a crack, and then they were open as far as he could open them. At first puzzled, the silent scream on his face and the wild thrashing gave it away. Ravager quickly rolled him onto his stomach, and the raven burst forth like a bat outta hell, leaving behind a cloud of feathers. Phreddies screams finally made themselves heard, and the raven, after a few choice words, darted off.
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Waking up, Phreddie took in his surroundings, he felt better until he felt sharp pain coming from his rear, he noticed the Raven he had eaten coming out, remarkeably undigested, alive, and appearing quite refreshed, healed even. The Raven upon extracting itself jumped up and flew off in what appaered to be the direction of the MCOPCDAWD, So that was what mam was talking about when she mentioned the possibility that strange magicks might manifest themselves in different systems of his body, his digestive system was some sort of healing system, wondering what other powers would come alone in time, and in what systems they would occur, Phreddie finally looked around, seeing the carpets moving at an incredibly fast speed he whispered the words to stop immediatley, sending all the luggage and passengers flying forward, where they convienently landed on the steps of the Red Lion Inn.
"We're here" Phreddie anounced, looking up he saw the Inn in a dilapidated state, "O, oops, hmm the map didnt mention the Inn hadnt been in use for years, who knows what kind of secuirty systems are in place, or what treasures lie with in, we shall make our camp out here on the lawn, you may explor inside if you wish, but do so at your own risk, tomorow we set out for the Horse Farm." With that Phreddie set up his tent and went to sleep.
"We're here" Phreddie anounced, looking up he saw the Inn in a dilapidated state, "O, oops, hmm the map didnt mention the Inn hadnt been in use for years, who knows what kind of secuirty systems are in place, or what treasures lie with in, we shall make our camp out here on the lawn, you may explor inside if you wish, but do so at your own risk, tomorow we set out for the Horse Farm." With that Phreddie set up his tent and went to sleep.
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DW tried to focus on the dancing figure before her, but she could not shake the feeling that they were being followed. Once more she glanced in the direction they had travelled from, but the road and surrounding meadow did not appear to contain anything more threatening than a large bumble bee hovering intently above a small cluster of wild roses.
Sighing, DW scrutinized the leprechaun and considered the large signet ring. Naturally, the ring glowed with a faintly mauve light. It was also emitting tiny iridescent sparks. DW placed it inside a small sack that held similar objects, deciding it would be best to study it in more quiet circumstances.
The leprechaun's lack of cooperation irritated her immensely, and she decided more forceful tactics were required.
"Listen you half pint elf wannabee, we're going to give you one more chance to tell us exactly what is going on and what you want from us. If you don't you won't ever have to worry about dancing again because you won't have any legs to dance upon. Do I make myself understood?"
Oran Mor gaped. Just to ensure that the leprechaun understood her intent, DW slid her sword out from its sheath and idly fingered its extremely sharp edge.
At this point, Fiona picked up the pace of her playing, which allowed the small beast the liberty of speech.
"Well...? We're waiting...."
Oran Mor began to gesture wildy in the direction of the Church of Guinness. Although his explanation was babbled in nearly incoherent mumbles the party slowly began to understand the creature's predicament. Not only had the abbot cursed Oran Mor and his kin.... but he had also developed an odd fixation with fluffy pink rabbits. Moreover, it seemed that these events were somehow tied to an experimental new brew being prepared deep within the catacombs of the Church of Guinness.
Trying to keep her tone neutral, DW said... "Er...did you say fluffy, pink rabbits?"
Oran Mor nodded eagerly.
Raising an eyebrow at her companions, the mage said, "Perhaps this merits an investigation."
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Night fell over the two companions.
They walked silently along, with Chu's long, flowing cloak drifting in the breeze.
"Well, Tony, we should be nearing the Red Lion Inn!"
"Chu, I know Mag has a head start and all, but do you think we could stop, rest and resupply for the journey????"
Chu mulled the idea over in his head.
"Yes, we only have 1 days rations left anyway, and it's just over this hill."
"Well, good, I need to pick up a new copy of Queen; Greatest" Tony was then interupted by a rustle to the left. "What the bugger was that Chu!?" Tony mumbled in a spooked tone.
"I don't know, but they can meet my CSL!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted in the bushes' direction.
Chu drew his blade, and aimed it at the bush. "Feel the wrath of CH-ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted as a blade entered his chest cavity, placed there by a Goblin hidden in the bushes, awaiting the distraction made by his sibling.
Chu felt a stinging pain, then it turned to boiling heat, then all went BLACK . . .
They walked silently along, with Chu's long, flowing cloak drifting in the breeze.
"Well, Tony, we should be nearing the Red Lion Inn!"
"Chu, I know Mag has a head start and all, but do you think we could stop, rest and resupply for the journey????"
Chu mulled the idea over in his head.
"Yes, we only have 1 days rations left anyway, and it's just over this hill."
"Well, good, I need to pick up a new copy of Queen; Greatest" Tony was then interupted by a rustle to the left. "What the bugger was that Chu!?" Tony mumbled in a spooked tone.
"I don't know, but they can meet my CSL!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted in the bushes' direction.
Chu drew his blade, and aimed it at the bush. "Feel the wrath of CH-ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chu shouted as a blade entered his chest cavity, placed there by a Goblin hidden in the bushes, awaiting the distraction made by his sibling.
Chu felt a stinging pain, then it turned to boiling heat, then all went BLACK . . .
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"I agree", said the Priest to Icarus.
"I agree", repeated Icarus and the Priest was gone. "I could've thought of that without him"
"Without who?" asked Fiona.
"Without the Pr... The uhh." He looked around for an excuse. He didn't like having imaginary friends. Imaginary friends were generaly frowned upon.
"The leprechaun, ofcourse." He added a cough for extra credibility.
Dragonwench looked at him, still with one eyebrow raised. "How could you know that?"
"Well, errrr, fluffy pink rabbits... You know..." Icarus answered. He hoped they'd know. Apparently, they didn't. He quickly thought of something. "Huge numbers of fluffy pink rabbits can nibble away a man in a matter of minutes!"
"Rabbits don't eat meat." DW shortly responded.
A syllable managed to escape the leprachaun: "Ha"
For a moment, all three were silent, thinking. "You mean..?" mumbled DW and she nodded at Fiona, who started playing. "Well, I'm not sure, but the abbot is a crazy mothe..." He could not finish his sentence for Fiona resolutely stopped playing and said: "We won't get any wiser from just standing here. We have to go there, now. The abbot could be doing anything right this moment and we can't afford to waste time."
"No, you're right," said Icarus. From one of the folds of his robe, he took a sandglass. "We have less than three days left, but more than two." It was a shockingly inaccurate hourglass. He threw it away and mounted his Scythe.
"I agree", repeated Icarus and the Priest was gone. "I could've thought of that without him"
"Without who?" asked Fiona.
"Without the Pr... The uhh." He looked around for an excuse. He didn't like having imaginary friends. Imaginary friends were generaly frowned upon.
"The leprechaun, ofcourse." He added a cough for extra credibility.
Dragonwench looked at him, still with one eyebrow raised. "How could you know that?"
"Well, errrr, fluffy pink rabbits... You know..." Icarus answered. He hoped they'd know. Apparently, they didn't. He quickly thought of something. "Huge numbers of fluffy pink rabbits can nibble away a man in a matter of minutes!"
"Rabbits don't eat meat." DW shortly responded.
A syllable managed to escape the leprachaun: "Ha"
For a moment, all three were silent, thinking. "You mean..?" mumbled DW and she nodded at Fiona, who started playing. "Well, I'm not sure, but the abbot is a crazy mothe..." He could not finish his sentence for Fiona resolutely stopped playing and said: "We won't get any wiser from just standing here. We have to go there, now. The abbot could be doing anything right this moment and we can't afford to waste time."
"No, you're right," said Icarus. From one of the folds of his robe, he took a sandglass. "We have less than three days left, but more than two." It was a shockingly inaccurate hourglass. He threw it away and mounted his Scythe.
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Fiona
Fiona was not easy in her mind. She had been sober for some time, of course, and it might be affecting her judgement. But she thought it was more than that. Although she had sounded certain in her decision to stop playing and head for the Church of Guinness, something bothered her about that.
She considered what she knew. DW was distracted, and in any case Mages were not very practical people, despite their many good qualities. It would be a mistake to rely on DW to supply the more mundane ideas. But as far as that went, it was not out of the ordinary and Fiona did not think that was the problem. As for Ik….. She looked at him closely. He was definitely looking shifty. Every now and then he seemed to forget where he was. No. She would have to think this through by herself. Glancing at the leprechaun she saw he was still dancing helplessly. He wouldn’t be going anywhere and she could afford to give her whole mind to the others. To be on the safe side she asked DW to keep her eyes on Oran Mor. Leprachauns were tricky, and they were apt to vanish if you didn’t watch them. It was one of the most basic tenets of plot development that you did not leave hostile entities behind you. They always turned up to make trouble later and they would look like idiots if they made that mistake so early in the plot.
The Church of Guinness did sound promising, what with the bunn-ays and the brewing. Two out of three was, proverbially, not bad. It seemed obvious they should investigate. And yet….
Fiona stared at Ik again. “What’s the significance of 3 days?” she demanded.
“3 days?” Ik muttered, trying to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”.
Fiona persisted. “You said we had less than 3 days left. What did you mean? I don’t know anything about a deadline for anything.” Ik shifted uncomfortably but he did not answer at once. “You better tell us what is going on, Ik. Is your scythe going to run out of power, or something?” This rather random speculation stung Ik into an unguarded reply. “The Priest said…” He stopped suddenly, and stared at the ground. “Priest? Have you been consorting with priests?” Ik did not answer.
“Look Ik, we are heading for a church. An Episcopal church! Where priests hang out. If you know anything about priests you had better tell us now” Fiona waited grimly while Ik gathered his thoughts
She considered what she knew. DW was distracted, and in any case Mages were not very practical people, despite their many good qualities. It would be a mistake to rely on DW to supply the more mundane ideas. But as far as that went, it was not out of the ordinary and Fiona did not think that was the problem. As for Ik….. She looked at him closely. He was definitely looking shifty. Every now and then he seemed to forget where he was. No. She would have to think this through by herself. Glancing at the leprechaun she saw he was still dancing helplessly. He wouldn’t be going anywhere and she could afford to give her whole mind to the others. To be on the safe side she asked DW to keep her eyes on Oran Mor. Leprachauns were tricky, and they were apt to vanish if you didn’t watch them. It was one of the most basic tenets of plot development that you did not leave hostile entities behind you. They always turned up to make trouble later and they would look like idiots if they made that mistake so early in the plot.
The Church of Guinness did sound promising, what with the bunn-ays and the brewing. Two out of three was, proverbially, not bad. It seemed obvious they should investigate. And yet….
Fiona stared at Ik again. “What’s the significance of 3 days?” she demanded.
“3 days?” Ik muttered, trying to look innocent. “What are you talking about?”.
Fiona persisted. “You said we had less than 3 days left. What did you mean? I don’t know anything about a deadline for anything.” Ik shifted uncomfortably but he did not answer at once. “You better tell us what is going on, Ik. Is your scythe going to run out of power, or something?” This rather random speculation stung Ik into an unguarded reply. “The Priest said…” He stopped suddenly, and stared at the ground. “Priest? Have you been consorting with priests?” Ik did not answer.
“Look Ik, we are heading for a church. An Episcopal church! Where priests hang out. If you know anything about priests you had better tell us now” Fiona waited grimly while Ik gathered his thoughts
Realizing there was no way around it, he had to tell them: "There's this Priest, who sometimes appears when there's decisions to be made. It's rather scary. He...."
"You should be hurrying." interrupted the Priest and walked away. He was clearly agitated.
"Listen, we don't have much time to get to the Pancake Emporium", explained Icarus. "If we also want to visit the Church, we'll have to hurry!"
"We're not going anywhere until I know more about that Priest of yours!" shouted Fiona.
"I don't know him either! He just appears, says something and then disappears again. There's no time for an in-depth conversation." Icarus replied.
The priest, who was still around, spoke: "Listen... Icarus? That was your name, right?" Icarus nodded. "All you need to know right now is that the pancake and spam emporium can feed an army of rodents for months. It is where they will wait until the third day. After that..." He disappeared.
Apparently, Icarus worked on a need-to-know basis. He hated that.
He repeated what he had just heard to his companions.
"You should be hurrying." interrupted the Priest and walked away. He was clearly agitated.
"Listen, we don't have much time to get to the Pancake Emporium", explained Icarus. "If we also want to visit the Church, we'll have to hurry!"
"We're not going anywhere until I know more about that Priest of yours!" shouted Fiona.
"I don't know him either! He just appears, says something and then disappears again. There's no time for an in-depth conversation." Icarus replied.
The priest, who was still around, spoke: "Listen... Icarus? That was your name, right?" Icarus nodded. "All you need to know right now is that the pancake and spam emporium can feed an army of rodents for months. It is where they will wait until the third day. After that..." He disappeared.
Apparently, Icarus worked on a need-to-know basis. He hated that.
He repeated what he had just heard to his companions.
[size=-1]An optimist is a badly informed pessimist.[/size]
It was almost midnight, called the "witching hour" by those in the business, and Lasher was meditating. His companion, Ravager, was still as mysterious as he was when he left thte tap and tea. Lasher was suspecting some ulterior motives, but he had proved trustworthy so far, and Lasher wasn't going to disrupt the group over a gut feeling.
He was brought out of his trance by shouts of pain, sensed, not heard, and decided he would investigate. He ran out of the deserted inn, untied one of the rugs from the hitching post, and shot off in the direction of the disturbance. After several minutes of flying, he found a group of creatures, all but one lying still in a clearing. Closer inspection revealed that most of the group were dead goblins, and two humans, one seriously injured lying unconcious and the other with a long bloody gash accross his stomach sitting against a tree. The latter human was pressing his hand over the gaping wound, and when he saw Lasher approaching, he scrambled up, drawing his sword, the hilt slippery in his blood soaked hands.
Lasher recognized him from the tap 'n tea, and after he explained himself, he went to work on the man called Chus. It was a grueling 4 hours of work, for it would have surely proved mortal otherwise. As he had spoke his last prayer, and finished the last rites, the sun was peeking up over the horizon. Lasher told Tony that Chu'd wake up in a few hours, and that he'd be hungrier than he'd ever been in his life.
With that, Lasher returned to the Inn, and found his companions awakening from their long night of sleep. He went in, retreived his belongings, and sat waiting for the group to leave.
He was brought out of his trance by shouts of pain, sensed, not heard, and decided he would investigate. He ran out of the deserted inn, untied one of the rugs from the hitching post, and shot off in the direction of the disturbance. After several minutes of flying, he found a group of creatures, all but one lying still in a clearing. Closer inspection revealed that most of the group were dead goblins, and two humans, one seriously injured lying unconcious and the other with a long bloody gash accross his stomach sitting against a tree. The latter human was pressing his hand over the gaping wound, and when he saw Lasher approaching, he scrambled up, drawing his sword, the hilt slippery in his blood soaked hands.
Lasher recognized him from the tap 'n tea, and after he explained himself, he went to work on the man called Chus. It was a grueling 4 hours of work, for it would have surely proved mortal otherwise. As he had spoke his last prayer, and finished the last rites, the sun was peeking up over the horizon. Lasher told Tony that Chu'd wake up in a few hours, and that he'd be hungrier than he'd ever been in his life.
With that, Lasher returned to the Inn, and found his companions awakening from their long night of sleep. He went in, retreived his belongings, and sat waiting for the group to leave.
i'm breakin through i'm bending spoons i'm keepin flowers in full bloom i'm lookin for answers from the great beyond
At the sounds of a carpet zooming off, and the cries of battle coming form behind the Inn, Phreddie strapped on his shoulder holster, put the febreeze back in its place, and flew over to a small clearing near the river a few miles behind the Inn, seeing two wounded men lying in a clearing, with his cleric companion, lasher, bending over one of them healing them, Phreddie decided to put his powers to use for the good of man kind, unhinging his jaw (a trick he had learned back in the army), Phreddie swallowed the injured man, tony, as he reconized him from the Tap and Tea, taking care not too injure him further, soon, the familiar feelings of indegestion occured, Phreddie, not wanting to kill anyone with his gas, fluttered to a near by clearing landing in the middle of it, he woke up hours later, looking around, he saw Tony, semi-conscious on top of tree, *oops, didnt think they shot out with that much force* Phreddie though, oh well, i guess i can offer him a ride down, He took off, and lowered Tony to the ground back to where his companion Chu was, seeing Lasher had already left, Phreddie made his way back to camp, seeing that his companions were getting ready for another days journey, Phreddie strapped Venom down to his spool, and called "All aboard!" the carpet train began to trundle off to the west, gradually gaining speed, the company was blissfully unaware of the eyes that followed them on thier journey, small bodies running through the underbrush following us on all sides, They train stopped at noon, for a breif rest and lunch break, the eyes had surrounded us...
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.
Voltaire
[QUOTE=Xandax]Color me purple and call me barney.[/QUOTE]
Voltaire
[QUOTE=Xandax]Color me purple and call me barney.[/QUOTE]
Figure in the Crowd
Athena rode out into the open plain and lingered around a group of bachellor stallions looking for hers. They bucked and play fought eachother, but no luck finding the one. Then she rode to a small herd of mares and foals on the inside of a larger herd. But her horse was not there either. Wondering if this would take all night, she ushered her stock mount quickly back out of the cluster at a lope, (canter) and started around the group of about 90. Scanning the vast numbers for a distinctive animal was tedious. He would be big and maturely toned with a long flaxen (blond) mane and tail and a sorrel (red) coat. She squinted when she saw a filly about two years old that was the spitting image of her stallion and knew it must be one of his get. A big white lanky stallion marched up to Athena and her mount, snorting in curiousity. The stock mount and white stallion touched noses in greeting, and Athena pondered if her horse was with another band, since there was usually one stallion a herd. The white stallion pawed in a frisky manner, and tossed his head. Athena turned her mount away, loping away from the troublemaker.
She rode to a group of trees with a herd resting under it. Circling around the trunk of the largest tree there, looking out to the meadows. A warm feeling of excitement came over her and moonlight glared in her eyes, or was it? She stopped. There was a glorious sight to behold. A short distance away, rounding out some fine young colts from inbetween mares and forcing out a Great Towering Buck, bathed in a cool blue glowing aura, was The Stallion. He rocked and reared. Steam blew from his nostrils as exhaust of a Ferrari puffs out pipes, with little exertion. Flagging his grand tail, he loped around in tight circles, screaming with life. Slowing to a trot, he claimed, nickering to some mares before charging at the unruly colts, who cantered off. "Finally. Whew." Athena said. She trotted out to the horse now known as Figure, singing, "Ooh ai, ahi ahi! Z-Y-O," Figure's head darted in her direction. With a brilliant squeal and a buck, he charged up to Athena, stopping to rear in greeting but inches away from her mount. "Well hello to you too, my long lost friend. Tell me how it was that we came to be seperated." Figure pawed the ground. "Let's get on with it." Athena dismounted and turned loose her stock horse. "Have you been having fun without me?" Figure nodded with joy. His flaxen mane glimmered with health "Allright, let's go." She draped her attractive silk scarf around Figure's neck, grabbed a bunch of his mane, pointed between his front feet and said, "Bow down." Figure bowed and Athena hopped on. The horse returned to standing.
A hawk dove out of the sky like it was striking prey, but instead, it glided down alongside Athena and made a sound, flapping its wings and reaching out with his talons in prepration to land. Athena received this message, and outstretched her arm. The hawk landed.
"Hello Kirara!" Athena beamed. the hawk had a message. "Slade would like to know where you will meet, he leaves from the Town of the Tap and Tea."
"Ask Slade if he will wait for me at the Golden Ashes Shrine, I was inconvenienced and have unsnagged from The Wild Wild SYM Ranch. I shall be there by sunrise the day after tomorrow." Athena gave Kirara the message and a chunk of meat and Kirara flew off to the northwest.
Pulling the right side of the scarf along Figure's neck made him bend left, and pressure with her left leg. They faced due north "Time to make pace, Figure!" she clucked to him and they tore off.
Athena rode out into the open plain and lingered around a group of bachellor stallions looking for hers. They bucked and play fought eachother, but no luck finding the one. Then she rode to a small herd of mares and foals on the inside of a larger herd. But her horse was not there either. Wondering if this would take all night, she ushered her stock mount quickly back out of the cluster at a lope, (canter) and started around the group of about 90. Scanning the vast numbers for a distinctive animal was tedious. He would be big and maturely toned with a long flaxen (blond) mane and tail and a sorrel (red) coat. She squinted when she saw a filly about two years old that was the spitting image of her stallion and knew it must be one of his get. A big white lanky stallion marched up to Athena and her mount, snorting in curiousity. The stock mount and white stallion touched noses in greeting, and Athena pondered if her horse was with another band, since there was usually one stallion a herd. The white stallion pawed in a frisky manner, and tossed his head. Athena turned her mount away, loping away from the troublemaker.
She rode to a group of trees with a herd resting under it. Circling around the trunk of the largest tree there, looking out to the meadows. A warm feeling of excitement came over her and moonlight glared in her eyes, or was it? She stopped. There was a glorious sight to behold. A short distance away, rounding out some fine young colts from inbetween mares and forcing out a Great Towering Buck, bathed in a cool blue glowing aura, was The Stallion. He rocked and reared. Steam blew from his nostrils as exhaust of a Ferrari puffs out pipes, with little exertion. Flagging his grand tail, he loped around in tight circles, screaming with life. Slowing to a trot, he claimed, nickering to some mares before charging at the unruly colts, who cantered off. "Finally. Whew." Athena said. She trotted out to the horse now known as Figure, singing, "Ooh ai, ahi ahi! Z-Y-O," Figure's head darted in her direction. With a brilliant squeal and a buck, he charged up to Athena, stopping to rear in greeting but inches away from her mount. "Well hello to you too, my long lost friend. Tell me how it was that we came to be seperated." Figure pawed the ground. "Let's get on with it." Athena dismounted and turned loose her stock horse. "Have you been having fun without me?" Figure nodded with joy. His flaxen mane glimmered with health "Allright, let's go." She draped her attractive silk scarf around Figure's neck, grabbed a bunch of his mane, pointed between his front feet and said, "Bow down." Figure bowed and Athena hopped on. The horse returned to standing.
A hawk dove out of the sky like it was striking prey, but instead, it glided down alongside Athena and made a sound, flapping its wings and reaching out with his talons in prepration to land. Athena received this message, and outstretched her arm. The hawk landed.
"Hello Kirara!" Athena beamed. the hawk had a message. "Slade would like to know where you will meet, he leaves from the Town of the Tap and Tea."
"Ask Slade if he will wait for me at the Golden Ashes Shrine, I was inconvenienced and have unsnagged from The Wild Wild SYM Ranch. I shall be there by sunrise the day after tomorrow." Athena gave Kirara the message and a chunk of meat and Kirara flew off to the northwest.
Pulling the right side of the scarf along Figure's neck made him bend left, and pressure with her left leg. They faced due north "Time to make pace, Figure!" she clucked to him and they tore off.
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Pulling out his trusty carving knife, Venom cut the rope holding him up, and fell to the ground. Thankfully, the eyes didn't notice this. Suddenly, the group was beset by huge beats, slow witted, yet powerful nonetheless. Trolls. Rather than killing them outright, they simply took the group hostage, tying them up with nets and rope. Reaching into his pockets, Venom pulled out a GPS tracker, and threw it, landing neatly onto Phreddie. This way, he would track them. While waiting for them to move, Venom pulled out the laptop to pass the time.
The main group was carrying away Phreddie and Lasher, however one was hanging around behind with Rav. It seemed the troll was struggling, having to overcome the stench of Englishman. With this chance for rescue, Venom reached yet further into his pockets, this time he pulled out a heavy duty torch. In his back pocket he found a twelve foot lance, perfect for skewering animals and the like.
Running through the bushes, Venom quickly placed himself between the main group and the lagging troll. Then he switched the torch onto full beam, aiming right at the troll's eyes. It instantly shrieked and fell back, becoming vulnerable. In the blink of an eye it was dead, and the group was none the wiser. Digging through the beast's possesions, Venom found nothing save a troll doll, obviously a great prize for the trolls. Freeing Rav, he was about to leave, when he realised, a troll head could come in handy. With a quick use of his diamond bladed saw, he had gained the head, which he slipped into his side pocket. Then scurried off with Rav, needing to plan the rescue.
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The main group was carrying away Phreddie and Lasher, however one was hanging around behind with Rav. It seemed the troll was struggling, having to overcome the stench of Englishman. With this chance for rescue, Venom reached yet further into his pockets, this time he pulled out a heavy duty torch. In his back pocket he found a twelve foot lance, perfect for skewering animals and the like.
Running through the bushes, Venom quickly placed himself between the main group and the lagging troll. Then he switched the torch onto full beam, aiming right at the troll's eyes. It instantly shrieked and fell back, becoming vulnerable. In the blink of an eye it was dead, and the group was none the wiser. Digging through the beast's possesions, Venom found nothing save a troll doll, obviously a great prize for the trolls. Freeing Rav, he was about to leave, when he realised, a troll head could come in handy. With a quick use of his diamond bladed saw, he had gained the head, which he slipped into his side pocket. Then scurried off with Rav, needing to plan the rescue.
In memorian: Fiona; Ravager; Lestat; Phreddie; and all of those from the 1500 incident. Lest we forget.
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Fiona
An army of rodents would go to a place that could feed them for months and would leave after 3 days? Fiona felt the back of her head. No buttons! She discounted the deadline at once. She didn’t like invisible people at the best of times and she definitely didn’t like invisible priests.
Fiona reached into her pack and took out the pillow and the oil she had brought. Looking round carefully she saw a slight shimmer in the air. Swiftly throwing the oil in that direction she followed up with the feathers from the pillow. The Priest was revealed looking distinctly foolish and sneezing uncontrollably.
Under the feathers stuck to his face was a mask. That was unusual in a Priest. It puzzled Fiona until he sneezed it off. Looking closely she saw it was no priest at all. It was Ik's familiar, Luis Antonio in a not very convincing disguise. More proof of Ik's chaotic approach. .....or perhaps of his treachery?
"Well that was effective" she thought smugly. "What now?" Sadly she didn't have the faintest idea what to do next. She looked at DW hopefully. Maybe she could put the pillow back together again. Fiona couldn't sleep without it. Never had been able to
Fiona reached into her pack and took out the pillow and the oil she had brought. Looking round carefully she saw a slight shimmer in the air. Swiftly throwing the oil in that direction she followed up with the feathers from the pillow. The Priest was revealed looking distinctly foolish and sneezing uncontrollably.
Under the feathers stuck to his face was a mask. That was unusual in a Priest. It puzzled Fiona until he sneezed it off. Looking closely she saw it was no priest at all. It was Ik's familiar, Luis Antonio in a not very convincing disguise. More proof of Ik's chaotic approach. .....or perhaps of his treachery?
"Well that was effective" she thought smugly. "What now?" Sadly she didn't have the faintest idea what to do next. She looked at DW hopefully. Maybe she could put the pillow back together again. Fiona couldn't sleep without it. Never had been able to
Icarus watched as Fiona was throwing oil and feathers around. Sneezes were followed up by the reappearance of his Priest.
He decided to ignore him, as Fiona obviously didn't like the fellow. Having another conversation with this invisible conscience wasn't the right thing to do. Instead, he looked at the bard and the mage. "Let's go, chop chop." But they did not move and looked right past him, straight at the Priest.
"Is that the Priest who advised you?" Dragonwench asked, barely suppressing the urge to laugh. He turned around and was looking at a badly dressed Luis, who was just plucking the last feathers off his attire.
"Luis! Are you also a Priest?"
"I AM your Priest", he said agitated, while he bent over and started feeling the ground, looking for his mask, which had rolled just a little further down the road.
"That can't be." Icarus shook his head. "Fiona and Dragonwench were looking right at your face! My Priest is invisible."
"No, you idiot!" said Fiona as she walked up to Luis and fetched the air a couple of times until she got a hold of his robe. With a quick stroke, she managed to pull it over his head. "It's an invisibility robe!" Luis stumbled over and landed on top of his mask, which broke into two.
Dragonwench now certainly couldn't suppress laughing and she was soon tumbling over the road uncontrollably. Luis quickly ran behind some shrubs. "Give me back my robe! Or at least a shirt!" In the lands of SYM, it was more common to walk around without pants, than without a shirt.
"But... I could see him, couldn't I?" He thought about it. "Ah, ofcourse! My amulet! I could see him when his spirit was present!" He grabbed the amulet from his chest. "I'm quite good at meditating" shouted Luis from behind the shrub, while attaching leaves to cover his chest.
His companions seemed surprised by his quick thinking. Icarus produced a charming smile. "I have my moments..."
He decided to ignore him, as Fiona obviously didn't like the fellow. Having another conversation with this invisible conscience wasn't the right thing to do. Instead, he looked at the bard and the mage. "Let's go, chop chop." But they did not move and looked right past him, straight at the Priest.
"Is that the Priest who advised you?" Dragonwench asked, barely suppressing the urge to laugh. He turned around and was looking at a badly dressed Luis, who was just plucking the last feathers off his attire.
"Luis! Are you also a Priest?"
"I AM your Priest", he said agitated, while he bent over and started feeling the ground, looking for his mask, which had rolled just a little further down the road.
"That can't be." Icarus shook his head. "Fiona and Dragonwench were looking right at your face! My Priest is invisible."
"No, you idiot!" said Fiona as she walked up to Luis and fetched the air a couple of times until she got a hold of his robe. With a quick stroke, she managed to pull it over his head. "It's an invisibility robe!" Luis stumbled over and landed on top of his mask, which broke into two.
Dragonwench now certainly couldn't suppress laughing and she was soon tumbling over the road uncontrollably. Luis quickly ran behind some shrubs. "Give me back my robe! Or at least a shirt!" In the lands of SYM, it was more common to walk around without pants, than without a shirt.
"But... I could see him, couldn't I?" He thought about it. "Ah, ofcourse! My amulet! I could see him when his spirit was present!" He grabbed the amulet from his chest. "I'm quite good at meditating" shouted Luis from behind the shrub, while attaching leaves to cover his chest.
His companions seemed surprised by his quick thinking. Icarus produced a charming smile. "I have my moments..."
[size=-1]An optimist is a badly informed pessimist.[/size]
Lasher couldn't believe they'd been captured by trolls. They'd even known this to be troll country, and had thought they were prepared, but this group of trolls were the stealtiest he'd ever encountered. Lasher felt mostly responsible, for it had been his duty to detect evil, but with DJ Venoms torch at hand, the whole group had been spamming and laughing amongst themselves. These trolls might have been smarter than they looked, or by extreme coincidence they had trapped the area that DJV had gone off of the trail to take a leak, and attacked once he didn't come back.
Now, bumping along tied to long poles carried by the biggest of the trolls, he considered the situation. The bonds that held him where woven hemp-like ropes, and with an experimental tug he determined that if the need arose, he could summon the streng to break them. He looked around; at the moment, they were surrounded by well over 50 of the beasts, that, without DJV's torch, would most likely kill him now rather than waiting for whatever plans they had for them.
He looked over at Phreddie, and hoping the trolls didn't speak common, told him that Ravager and the DJ had escaped, and that we should only attempt escape if an opportunity arose for both of them to make a clean break. The troll closest to Lasher gave him a nasty look and a nastier snarl to shut him up.
Lasher was confident in his companion's abilities to track the trolls, but he still dropped his fingerbone bracelet off to one sid of the trail, just to make sure. After what seemed hours of marching, they arrived at the troll village, which was actually more of a fortress than anything else. Once through the gates, they were thrown into small cages and left gaurded, still waiting for the trolls to do their thing.
Now, bumping along tied to long poles carried by the biggest of the trolls, he considered the situation. The bonds that held him where woven hemp-like ropes, and with an experimental tug he determined that if the need arose, he could summon the streng to break them. He looked around; at the moment, they were surrounded by well over 50 of the beasts, that, without DJV's torch, would most likely kill him now rather than waiting for whatever plans they had for them.
He looked over at Phreddie, and hoping the trolls didn't speak common, told him that Ravager and the DJ had escaped, and that we should only attempt escape if an opportunity arose for both of them to make a clean break. The troll closest to Lasher gave him a nasty look and a nastier snarl to shut him up.
Lasher was confident in his companion's abilities to track the trolls, but he still dropped his fingerbone bracelet off to one sid of the trail, just to make sure. After what seemed hours of marching, they arrived at the troll village, which was actually more of a fortress than anything else. Once through the gates, they were thrown into small cages and left gaurded, still waiting for the trolls to do their thing.
i'm breakin through i'm bending spoons i'm keepin flowers in full bloom i'm lookin for answers from the great beyond