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Post by Midnight on Aug 3, 2005 22:44:29 GMT
*Midnight first wraps the cloak around her, bringing the warmth to her. When Coriolis suggest shifting.*
I will do soon...
*Looks at his leg with the strange coloured wound.*
Let's see if I can sort that wound out first.
*Moving round the fire Midnight picks up Coriolis's leg into her hand and places it gently in her lap. Hovering her hands over the wound she closes her eyes. Her necklace glows a bright blue and then flashes, once twice three times. A frown crosses her face and she opens her eyes.*
I can't heal it...there's something blocking me. What ever it is it doesn't want you to heal quickly. ..if at all...
*With that Midnight pulls away going back to her place in front of the fire. Her world was suddenly so unreal..so almost fantasy like that she wondered if this was some mad dream. Could she possibly wake up in a room with a fire and have some semblance of "normalness" in her life..Some how she didn't think so. She closed her eyes again anf not for the first time wished she wasn't who she was. Slowly a blue light surrounded her and she slowly shifted form. She wagged her tail and settled down in a nap like pose.*
For now I think we should rest, Your injured were both tired if not exhausted and hungry....
*quickly glances towrads the entrance of the cave.*
..and we seem to have lost those things for now. In a few hours we should set out and look for Sly. I'm sure he'll be fine.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Aug 3, 2005 23:22:10 GMT
*Tom opens his mouth to speak but sudernly his image starts to flicker.* "Oh Drat!!" "Sorry my freinds but my link is starting to weaken. I'm going to have to leave soon. But first." *Tom mumbles a spell and a Scroll appers on the floor in front of Midnight and Corliuis.* "The Spell with which to kill The Assasin." *Tom's image has now become very unstable and is flickering like mad.* "Oh Well back to the lay paths. Sorry I can't be here for real. I'll try and get here for real as soon as I can." "For now Fairwell and Fair Chance my freinds." *As he says the last words Tom fades from sight complelty and once again The Hobo Magican is gone.* [ModNote: Tom's return is set up here.]
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Post by Midnight on Aug 4, 2005 19:06:48 GMT
*Midnight raised her head as Tom faded.*
and fair chance to you Tom...Looks like were on our own again...
*Putting her head back down onto her paws.*
We should sleep if possible we both need it....
*With that her eyes closed and soon her breathing altered and she entered deep slumber.*
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Hakonatu
New Settler
A link to the past, or a threat to the future?
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Post by Hakonatu on Aug 4, 2005 19:56:14 GMT
*Hakonatu looked up from his readings, his last "experiments" had gone better than expected but still not as good as he had hoped. On his desk a small round orb of glass began to glow a vibrant red drawing his attention away from his work. Looking into the orb he watched as a scene appeared. It was quite hard to see as the heavy snow storm was causing bad interference but he could see what he needed to.*
*A black panther and a striped tiger hugged a fire for wamrth in a cave. The panther appeared to be asleep and in the distance he saw what he needed. At the entrance of the cave he spied some black tentacles making slow, wary quest into the cave. As if senseing something coming the panther stirred in her sleep, the box she had brought with her began to glow a pale yellow and Hakonatu smiled.*
It won't be long now.....
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Aug 10, 2005 11:48:26 GMT
* Hands, some distance away and unaware of the presence in the forest of anyone other than himself and the Watchers, has after numerous false starts succeeded in lighting a fire. Having dined on rabbit, procured after killing by catapault after even more false starts, he too is settling down to sleep.
So as not to freeze to death he left the fire burning; unfortunately the wind has picked up somewhat and the flames have touched the leaves of a low branch (happily not in his direction), and there has been little rain lately. They spread up the branch and throughout the others of the tree, and thence to the branches of another next to it...when the fire burns, the nightmare truly does return...
When the heat and the noise reach levels sufficient to wake him, Hands runs away very quickly into the wind, where the forest fire has yet to spread seriously, and hopes the fire will not catch up with him. *
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 10, 2005 22:32:55 GMT
*Several miles away downwind of the growing Fire. One of the 2 Watchers is having a rough night. The wound he received back in Midnights home (one of a large and ever growing collection) has festered slightly. It's latent magic working it's way into his bloodstream.....*
[HIC!]
*An eagles wing brushes past the snoozing Tigers itchy nose...*
[HIC!]
*The Tiger tail elongates to the proportions of a Lemurs and starts to smoke amongst the fire....*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
[HIC!]
*Tiger neck stretches out like a Giraffe. Clonking Tiger head on the caves roof and bringing the whole screaming match to a silent, crumpled menagerie of legs and arms akimbo......
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Post by Midnight on Aug 10, 2005 22:39:47 GMT
*Midnight's ears twitched as the pain filled cry echoed round the cave, her eyes flickered open with the soon after thump and then two wide blue cat eyes open in shock as the panther wakes up properly to see the..the..the...zoo collection lying passed out on the floor.*
*Walking over to the creature she nudged it lightly.*
Coriolis? Coriolis?.....
*With her attention brought to Coriolis she didn't notice the creatures at the enterance until tjeir smell hit her nose...*
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 10, 2005 22:59:32 GMT
*...And his as well. A scent of sulphorous vapour and what those of the 21st century may describe as 'Burnt wiring' and Ozone. Unfortunately, Coriolis nose is the only thing that he's still able to use effectivly. The intended jump backwards is misenterpreted by his struggling limbs as a flail of the 2 storey high neck. It starts at ground level whips up again toward the ceiling, catching the small treaure box as it goes and launching the contents around the room.*
*One of these objects, a small statue of a dragons head, casts an eerie yellow glow as it flys directly for the intruders. A single tentacle whips out at speed and catches the head in mid-air.*
*...And with a reverent carefulness, places the object on the ground undamaged
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Post by Midnight on Aug 10, 2005 23:15:11 GMT
*With a growl Midnight jumps at the thing that had grabbed the staue. The small staure was a gift she had given her Mother when she was a young child. The stature glowed a erie almost canary yellow. Another tentacle lashed out at her with surprising strength knocking her to the floor. Her weight slammed into the glowing statue. Not made from more than simple, light and rather weak stone, got squashed under the weight of the panther, just as a tentacle reaches out for her neck, Midnight closes her eyes tightly waiting for in quickly incoming death. Moments pass and nothing touches her..opening her eyes she sees that the yellow glow has faded and the things gone.*
*Walking to the entrance a look of confusion across her face she looks outside. The snow was still falling but slowing and soon would stop. She didn't know why the things had gone but felt it would be the last time she would see them and for that she was grateful. Turning back into the cave she lightly nudged the small pile of broken stone that was once her girst to her Mother with her nose then walked over to Coriolis.*
The things seem to have disappeared...and the snow is stopping.
*With that she looked at Coriolis properly and laughed mentally at the sight of the strange mixture of creatures.*
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Post by Coriolis on Aug 10, 2005 23:41:43 GMT
*A rather uncomfortable and highly grumpy Coriolis pouts back at her. Well, we say 'Pouts' but that may not be the most appropriate description. The 'Tiger' is now a mishmash of Giraffe, bird of prey, Elephant, Orangutan and for some enexplainable reason, a Common domestic Collie.* *The fact that Midnights Pendant is glowing with her mirth and that Midnight herself has one of the worst 'poker-faces' known in all the realms doesn't help his mood that much...* Yeah, go ahead.....[HIC] Laugh all you like.... You wanna give me a hand here or [HIC] just stare? *What's left of his nose, which is growing into a trunk with each succesive hiccup, sniffs the air and the Watchers expression changes.... You smell burning, Rhiannnon?
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Hakonatu
New Settler
A link to the past, or a threat to the future?
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Post by Hakonatu on Aug 11, 2005 21:39:57 GMT
*Deep in the bowels of Dungarth a sudden and chilling silence had descended. Eyes transfixed on the red glowing orb Hakanatu rises slowly from his and with a great bellow of anger and frustration sends the orb crashing against the farthest wall. The twinkling stars of a million shards of glass falls swiftly to the floor.......*
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Post by Midnight on Aug 11, 2005 21:43:28 GMT
*Midnight looked to the entrance and noddedher head at Coriolis's question. Her mirth instantly disappearing at the smell. She quickly put the fire they had in the cave out and headed to Coriolis offering him a hand..though unsure how she could really help.*
*Despite her putting the fire out the cave was lightened by a faint orange glow from outside....the fire was growing.*
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 2, 2005 20:56:41 GMT
*...and that wasn't the half of it. From the one branch that Sly had incompetently set aflame a monumental forest fire was now engulfing anything flammable for several miles. Animals both indigenous and otherworldly scattering to the four winds as the maelstrom ploughs it's way through root and fen, hill and dale, valley and glen...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 3, 2005 23:38:57 GMT
* Fortunately Hands had managed to cover some distance before the fire grew enough to menace the trunks, lower branches ground (mercifully devoid of leaves at this time of year) anywhere near as much as the more rapidly flammable and rather dense canopy. The direction of the wind, showing an uncharacteristic sense of narrative convenience, means that the way he chose to run happened to lead him towards Midnight and Coriolis.
He is unsure of what to do next: he knows they are hunting him and has no great desire to be caught, yet he also knows they mustn't harm him, that the fire has no such qualms and that knowing the area better than he does they are likely to be able to lead him out of the forest. He can also see, though, that an altercation of some sort has taken place and having seen the devastation effected on this world by the Watchers' enemies before is rather worried that these might be of similar persuasion and wouldn't like to meet any more which may come along. On the other hand, Midnight and Coriolis are still alive and whole. He ponders what to do next, but since the smoke is now beginning to thicken under the leafy canopy as well as above it he knows he can't ponder for too long. *
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Post by Midnight on Sept 4, 2005 17:44:52 GMT
*Midnight inhales deeply every now and again she would get a breif smell of Sly. His smell wasn't hard to pick up after having that gag in her mouth but the smell is hard to keep track of. For even stinky Sly's smell is weak compared to the smell of burning, leaves, trees and what ever else got into the path of the fire.*
*Turning to Coriolis she grabs the items that fell out of the box and put them back in.*
We have to go..and quickly..the fire is coming this way and we need to move. Besides I believe a certain species of rather unsavoury prey is coming in our direction. Probably running from the fire...Shame I can't really snack on him.
*Picking up the box she waits for Coriolis..to umm some how follow...*
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