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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 22, 2012 15:46:24 GMT
*-Who saw his father crouching slightly and understood. It had been a long time since a smile had stretched his face quite this much. He laughed. He felt... like singing.* We are the Dungeon ogres, Grim-W-O-L-D! [OOC: A reference, after many years waiting for an opportunity, to this.]
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Post by Callimpsest on Apr 23, 2012 16:34:27 GMT
*And with that, Callimwold - never having dreamt he could have so much fun without an Aristophanes manuscript, claret and candlelight - leapt from the stool and smacked down onto the Dreadnort. With a burp-like noise, its head shot off and embedded itself in the far wall. Callimwold rolled onto the floor. Dust settled. And no one would live or die in fear of the Dreadnort ever again.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 24, 2012 18:11:57 GMT
*YG inspected his father. There was no blood and he appeared to be handling the pain. YG looked over at the crumpled remains of the Dreadnort and imagined how he would dismember and bury them. As he watched, something slid with a pop from the hole where the head had been. YG carried it over to his father.*
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Post by Callimpsest on Apr 25, 2012 17:16:17 GMT
*Raising his head, Callimwold peered at the warm glass jar and the white smoke swirling within. He recalled how Pandora's box was actually, as a more accurate translation of the Ancient Greek would have it, a jar. Now, as in the myth, there was only one thing to do: a foolhardy thing after all that had just happened, but that didn't matter to Callimwold, for he had never felt more hardy. Knowing that YG would be having the same thought, he nodded his approval, then rested his head back on the floor.
The sealed jar, however, appeared to have no lid.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 26, 2012 15:59:06 GMT
*YG removed the cloak from the Dreadnort's legs and wrapped the jar in it. Kneeling, he tapped it with his club, then again, and heard the glass shatter. Wisps of smoke snuck from under the cloak and lost themselves harmlessly in the air. And yet the smoke seemed to be heavy enough to be moving the cloak. Or was there something else? YG pulled back the dark fabric...*
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Post by Callimpsest on Apr 27, 2012 16:52:10 GMT
*...And a pixie named Pixel flew out.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Apr 30, 2012 17:12:13 GMT
*YG's eyes followed the liberated pixie as she whizzed about the house. She flitted above the Dreadnort's carcass and then hovered in front of YG's face, a little too close for comfort. She began to chatter at a feverish pace.* Erm... might you just... *Her high-pitched wittering was fast becoming a greater threat to YG's wellbeing that the Dreadnort had been.* P-please would you... *She wouldn't stop. YG's fingers were tightening around his club.* I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD OF WHAT YOU'RE SAYING! *Once Pixel got over this affront - from a talking ogre no less - she repeated herself, intelligibly. She explained to YG and Callimwold how she had been kidnapped by Lord Fear and imprisoned in the Dreadnort to form its power source. Her gratitude to YG for freeing her was such that she offered to grant him any request.*
Pixel: ...But nothin' ridiculous, nothin' that a pixie can't do. And then I'm shovin' off.* That would suffice, thought Young Grimwold. Then he thought some more.* I have a friend, a man known as Callimachus of the Palimpsest. He is learned and kind, and just recently became the librarian at the Knightmare Boarding School - but he lives in terror of imps. Somehow, I know not how, they misread 'Callimpsest' - that's how he's usually known - as 'Call Imps East', got the idea that they should migrate eastwards en masse, wasted a lot of energy and time and then swore revenge on him for their mistake. Please tell the imps to leave Callimpsest be. Pixel: Alright. I'll get the pixies to sort the imps out and make sure they never trouble your friend again. My word of honour.*Out of modesty, YG decided not to tell Callimpsest what he'd done for him. As the librarian settled into life at the school, YG wasn't sure he would see him again anyway.*
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Post by Callimpsest on May 9, 2012 17:32:55 GMT
*As Pixel flew out into Bruin, hoping never again to see a pixie-sized container of any sort, she noticed that the other ogre had tears in his eyes. She thought what a strange pair they were and disappeared beyond the rocks.*
*Callimwold was beginning to feel extremely drowsy. Nervous as he was about falling asleep only to wake up in an ogre's body, slumber had become irresistible. He called out to YG and, as his dear son and dear friend approached, found something in his pocket from earlier and held it out for the young man to take.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 13, 2012 18:05:57 GMT
*Young Grimwold cradled the crayon. He wanted to sob, just a little, just a lot.* I... *Sigh* I appreciate you, father. *Mr. Grimwold was asleep.* [OOC: This is the crayon mentioned in Young And Old, even if YG was wrong about its origins.] *YG set about tidying the room. He didn't notice the blue haze that briefly enveloped his father between one snore and the next. When all trace of the Dreadnort's incursion had been removed - except for the newest dent in the cauldron, which YG had turned around in the hope that his mother wouldn't notice it - YG lay on his bed and pondered. And as the days went by, he continued to ponder, sometimes on parchment. (He wrote in Latin, in case his mother should pry.) He still ached, more deeply than anyone knew, and he still wanted so much to hide. But what he had seen his father do - for him, with him - within these walls had given him optimism. And it was time to take that optimism and see whether, just maybe, it could grow legs (perhaps arms, maybe even a head) beyond these walls. YG got off his bed, grabbed his club and his coin purse, fought a moment's trepidation and headed out toward the town. All manner of misfit creatures shared Wolfenden's streets: at least one of them would be willing to share a drink with an ogre.* [OOC: And so you have just read a prequel to YG's debut of eight years ago.]
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