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Post by Ursula on Dec 23, 2003 1:53:22 GMT
*Ursula paces out of the trees with slow, measured steps. Approaching the water, she crouches down by the bank to take a long drink, then rocks back on her heels to survey the area*
Hmmmmm. Smells of humans.
*Getting back to her feet, she uses the end of her staff to mark a wide circle into the ground, adding odd symbols at each compass point, then slightly smaller symbols between them. Speaking in a low voice, she taps a symbol with her staff at each word*
North, South, East, West. Spring, summer, autumn and winter. *brings her staff down on the exact centre of the circle* Steady as the compass points, yet the seasons bring change. In all things I obey Gaia's will.
*Finishing the ritualistic chant, Ursula sits cross-legged within the circle, laying her staff across her knees. Closing her eyes, she begins to meditate*
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Post by SaxonStorm on Dec 23, 2003 1:58:59 GMT
*Light rain starts to fall, but Ursula ignores it. She just remains calm and motionless, concentrating... concentrating....
Suddenly a figure stumbles into the clearing and falls face down, battered and weary.
Unable to ignore the intrusion Ursula quickly gets up and walks over to investigate. She turns the fallen man over and sees.......................*
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Post by Ursula on Dec 23, 2003 2:11:02 GMT
*who?*
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Post by SaxonStorm on Dec 23, 2003 2:17:23 GMT
*He has an eyepatch and a series of scars at unpleasant intervals on his rugged but hideously ugly face. He is also dressed in tasteless black leather that clearly hasn't been washed in months. He smells of rancid goblin. *
[OOC: You guessed it, folks, this is an invitation, in fact a provocation, for you-know-who to get involved in this particular thread.]
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 23, 2003 16:41:22 GMT
"Orrrr Bloomin Mier-Trolls. That Was VERY UN-LOVELY."
<Imitating Lissard>
"Oh You Don't Needss To Worry Your Goblain Masternesss. There Easy enough To catchhh."
<In His Own Voice>
"Wait till I gets Me Ands on that Scaley Fool."
"And Speeking Of Hands, Sly Hands Is going to get it un all for running of and leaving me. Sniviling Little Coward."
<Notices Ursula for the first time>
"Errr!! HERE Whats Your Game Then?"
<Tries To stand But Can't>
"Who Are You Anyway?"
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Post by Ursula on Dec 24, 2003 0:31:43 GMT
*Ursula looks a little blank at the question*
Game? I'm afraid I don't follow you... My name is Ursula, do you need aid?
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 24, 2003 0:35:41 GMT
<Under His Breath>
"She Don't Know Who I am."
<To Ursula>
"Yes Pleses Miss. If you would be so kind as to help a poor servent of The Powers That Be."
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Post by Ursula on Dec 24, 2003 0:38:41 GMT
(OOC: Ursula has no idea who ANYONE is, so this could be interesting...)
The Powers that Be? *looks bemused* And who might they be? Though it matters not, what aid do you need, sir?
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 24, 2003 0:47:06 GMT
<Under His Breath>
"Oh This Just Gets Better and Better."
<To Ursula>
"If You would be so kind as to help me up miss and assist Me to the edge of the forrest."
"You Have Never Heard of The Powers That Be?"
"Why my dear girl. It is us who fight the good fight in the dungeon rlem of Knightmare."
"Me Skarkill and My Lord, his Lordship, Lord Fear. We fight aginst the evil dictator Sir Tregaurd, who holds this dungeon in a Iron grip of terror and oppresion."
"I along with an assosiate of mine a master Sylvester Hands were attempting to stop one of his evil minions. A Mier-Troll however it got the drop on us and Sylvester and me were seperated, I was badly beaten and left for dead by the vile cretuer."
"I staggerd in to this clearing were you have now come to my aid."
"Now tell me Ursula what brings you into the rlem of Knightmare."
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Post by Ursula on Dec 24, 2003 0:50:56 GMT
*Ursula reaches down and pulls him to his feet, she's surprisingly strong*
My name is Ursula. I would be happy to help you. *retrieves her staff from the ground* It sounds like this realm is certainly... interesting. Do you need healing?
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 24, 2003 0:55:54 GMT
"If it is in your power to do so, then yes pleses miss that would be LOVELY."
<Ursula notices the Bloodthirsty tone in Skarkills voice when he says Lovely>
"But I should warn you that I am not complelty Human so it may affect the spell."
(OOC: This is dervied from a comment by Pixle in S5 that Goblain Masters are Sub-Human, so I asume they are a sepret race. Perhaps they are a mixtuer of Goblain and Human.)
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Post by Ursula on Dec 24, 2003 1:04:13 GMT
*Ursula frowns slightly at the brutal tone in Skarkill's voice, but shrugs it off*
Your race does not matter, the spell will work just the same.
*Ursula murmurs words in a strange, growling language, and makes an odd gesture in the air with her free hand. A silver-white glow coalesces about her hand, which she then lays on Skarkill's shoulder, healing his recent injuries*
There. That should do it.
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 24, 2003 1:12:38 GMT
"I am much obliged Miss."
"I would like to request from you one more favore if I may? I feel so bad in asking as you have helped me so much already, But I do need to find my Freind Sylvester, He is about my hight, with a hunch back and beard. He is dressed in rags and unfortunatly has the most unplesent smell about him due to the fact he is poor."
"It would be a great help to me if you could help me locate him."
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Post by Ursula on Dec 24, 2003 1:16:55 GMT
*Ursula nods in agreement*
I would be happy to help you find your friend. Where should I look? I'm new to this area, I know very little about it.
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 24, 2003 1:25:18 GMT
"Well The last time I saw Sly (Ursula is shocked by this name) he was heading of in the oppisate direction to me. Which is...................."
"Off toward The River Dunn, THATS NOT TO FAR FROM ARIADNES LAIR THE FOOL WILL GET HIMSELF KILLED."
"Come on Ursula we better head after him."
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