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Post by darkparanoia on Apr 30, 2008 20:41:14 GMT -5
Allesandre had reached his home... It was still in the same shape as when he last saw it. In ashes. Only a few buildings still stood, and those that did were charred beyond recognition. Only one house was still inhabited, but seemed long ago deserted. Alessandre decided it to be the first place he searched...
Upon entering the house, a fetid stench confronted him. Flies swarmed out of the door as soon as it lay open. The smell was unmistakably that of a rotting corpse. Allesandre had to search no further than the den of the foul abode to recognize the source of this decay. A body, a few months demised, lay on the ground.
"You bastard... DAMN! You couldn't have spent a while longer living your sorry excuse of a life, so that I could end it, could you father. You awful bastard. All this trip, for nothing. Very well then, I will leave you lie, for you derserve no proper burial. May your soul rest."
Upon his exit, Allesandre noticed a sword pointed at his throat. "Who are you?" (Someone feel free to join in, here)
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Post by King_Smitty on May 1, 2008 2:41:06 GMT -5
As Smitty aimed his blade at the stranger's throat, he began to wonder why he was here.
His sword urged him to silence him before he could speak, but his trust was too strong. He always gave the benefit of the doubt, a weakness perhaps.
Noticing that the man staring with his cold eyes would not answer, he introduced himself.
"My Name is Smitty, conqueror of the Dark Lord of Gica, fighter for the free spirited. I am arriving from afar, the man whom I must speak to lived here, and it seems that he is now dead."
Smitty sized up this individual, he realized that the fight in the man's eyes was not with him, and lowered his blade.
"I have come in search of whomever can lead me to the Den of the Mountain Dragon. Legend has it that those who enter it's lair do not leave. My brother has made this journey, but I have not had word from him in months. I fear the worst, and I have taken it upon myself to slay this dragon and all of it's kindred. Pray tell me friend, what do you know about this dragon?"
(i turned this story around a bit sorry)
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Post by darkparanoia on May 1, 2008 12:13:57 GMT -5
(That's what role playing is all about! ) "You are either a fool, or you wish for an early death. This Mountain Dragon you speak of has lain waste to countless warriors seeking to do good. If you feel you must attempt to fight this dragon, then I will accompany you to his lair. On second thought, I have nothing to live for anymore as it is, so I will aid you in this quest. The den is a good week's quest to the north, in the Dedalos mountains. To reach it, we must trek through the Mordova forest. We must be silent, and as swift as the wind, for many a fool hardy adventurer has lost their way in those woods. They seem to swallow the inexperienced alive. Have you a steed? No? Then we set out on foot..." Allesandre turned from Smitty and started to walk toward the north entrance of town. As he turned, he looked at Smitty from the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Allesandre Dreinvich... what's keeping you? Let's be off, for I've no intention of waiting for nightfall to travel through that strange wood."
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Post by King_Smitty on May 2, 2008 3:02:36 GMT -5
"I am honored to be in your company, my friend Allesandre."
Startled by his willingness to join, Smitty wondered whether it was bravery, or a lunacy that matched even his own. Whatever it was, he was glad for the company. From what the stories told, he would need all the help he could get.
As the duo set out, they could not help but notice the sunset was on its way. Hastening their pace, they were within sight of the forest. A vast wood it was indeed; stretching out as far as the eye could see. There was a darkness inside, one did not need to be skilled in the dark arts to see that. The trees stood as if they've stood the same way for a millenia, twisted and gnarled in the light.
There was an entrance, overgrown and hidden by thorns. The two made their way for that knowing that once in lifetimes past this was probably a well used route, but long forgot.
Upon entering the Mordova Forest, a stench filled the air. The air was dead, not a breeze could be felt. The only noise were those of the traveler's feet, occasionally the sound of small creatures would break the silence.
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Post by darkparanoia on May 4, 2008 13:23:32 GMT -5
Night set in on Allesandre and Smitty. Any light that would be offered by the moon was bled out by the seemingly thirsty trees. Those large, mangled, twisted limbs and boughs, though devoid of any leaf from the passing of fall, covered the travelers' heads, as if they were in a building, and above them was a ceiling.
"We should make camp. Immediately. No use in wasting torchlight. The darkness in this forest will suck the light right out of those torches. That, and it would only attract the foulest of attention. Let me ask you a question, Smitty. Can you see in this dark? Are your eyes yet trained to see when there is no light."
Before Smitty could even attempt at a reply, an ominous rustling rang out from near-by foliage.
"Damn it all... I of all should have known better. Be on guard Smitty; a chimera is looking to make us it's next meal."
Soon after Allesandre finished his warning, a foul beast, with three heads, one of a lion, one of a serpent, and one of a boar, emerged from the bushes. Making a wild rush at the first in it's sights, Allesandre found if he did not take evasive action, he would soon be this creature's next meal. Using the great beast's boar head as a vault, Allesandre flipped over the beast, and, pivoting in the air, landed facing the beast. Allesandre drew his sword.
"Can you see in this night. I need know, NOW! It will be difficult without you."
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Post by vynfyre on May 18, 2008 13:28:03 GMT -5
Vyn slipped through the darkness, as time unfolded itself around him. He appeared the same age at which he started his time traveling adventures of seeking the places that he was meant to be. He knew that he would never be able to change the flow of time, he was not God. He simply played a different part in it than most other people. He stepped into this new age and immediately hated himself. It was dark and the only light he had was the luminescent glow from his wrist band that told him what year he was in and a few other helpful hints about his surroundings. He was in the medieval ages, before electricity, which meant he couldnt use any networks. He was wearing trends from the 21st century so he knew he would have to change into other clothes soon so that he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. He looked around and saw a chimera who had obviously seen him appear. It looked scared and when Vyn walked towards the beast it ran in the opposite direction. Vyn could barely make out two figures.
"Oh crap."
Vyn started running towards the endangered victims and saw that one leaped over the chimera. He drew his transword, which immediately calculated the situation and morphed into a tool that was appropriate to fight the chimera.
Vyn stopped in his tracks. "WHAT THE... a screwdriver?!"
Vyn hid behind a tree as he watched two figures encounter the chimera. He had to think of something to do to help them fast.
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