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Post by Tom Troughton on Feb 20, 2004 2:08:41 GMT
*Tom backs off from the vortex and calls up to Ursula*
"Well Ursual I think that about wraps it up. With Bloodfang deffeted this relm will come to an end. I would advise we follow Hordriss's lead and depart with all possibal haste."
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Post by Brother Strange on Feb 20, 2004 2:41:46 GMT
*With the warding cirlce protecting all bar RingmasterRob and himself, and with the Ringmaster sheltered behind an existential shield, the brunt of the dream spirit assault falls upon Brother Strange. As they become more frenzied and desperate, the spirits do not bother to take full form, but attack as clawed, part-formed masses of dark vapour* *Brother Strange fights savagely; punching, kicking, throwing, strangling and even biting with none of the calm precision for which he is normally known. His strength and speed seem great for his age, and the latter sometimes pushes the boundaries of what is humanly possible.He fights without regard for his own safety, and often he strikes down a nightmarish, clawed form even as it slices into him. Aside from the increasingly tattered state of his robe, he exhibits no ill-effects from these attacks.* *As the situation builds to a climax, the spirits become more numerous but weaker, until Strange appears as a man struggling in a dark river, the spirits being sucked into the forge, burning as they cross the warding circle.*
*As the three battered champions emerge, the last mass of spirits swirl around Strange, and a murmer from them fills the air.*
"You think you have conquered your fears, but in truth your greatest is yet to be.... Your fear of being seen for what you really are."
*The vaporous forms wail and are sucked into the sword, but as they go, with them goes the battered cassock. Even as it flies through the air, it seems to become threadbare, then fray and rot until only a few wisps of fabric flutter around the sword itself.*
*Brother Strange stands dressed in only a ragged tabard which is ancient, threadbare and torn by a hundred claws. While his face is the same, his body is gaunt, pale skin stretched unnaturally tight over bones. His body bears the marks of terrible violence, not just the claw marks of from the spirit attack, but mortal gashes running from the back of his head down all of his back to the base of his spine. None are healed or scarred, all are open and yet do not bleed.*
*The tabard has some form of coat of arms upon it, too faded to be seen.*
*Brother Strange stands motionless, apparently broken by the revelation of his state to the world, and waits to see what others will make of his dark secret.*
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Feb 20, 2004 2:49:02 GMT
*Even with all his other distractions, at the sight of Brother Strange Hordriss sucks in his breath.*
So... it is indeed true... One had suspected, but... it seems that a revenant walks among us. One of the eternal order.
We shall keep your secret Brother, although if one was not so preoccupied one would wish to talk furthur. For now, however, one suggests that you do not enter the warding circle. Your kind would be affected badly by the magics here.
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Post by Ursula on Feb 20, 2004 2:51:07 GMT
[Dreamscape]
*Ursula nods in agreement, and heads over to the remaining sarcophogai, then looks at them in some bemusement*
"Which one is mine? I cannot tell..."
(OOC: remember she's illiterate)
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Post by Tom Troughton on Feb 20, 2004 2:54:10 GMT
*Tom strugals forward against th howling wind.*
"I beg your pardon Ursula? Oh of corse you can't read can you. Yours is the one to right, I'm in the middle."
"Come on my dear I'd give this relm 2 more minets at the most."
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Post by Tom Troughton on Feb 20, 2004 2:56:16 GMT
"Best Foot Or in your case Paw forward."
"This is one of the few times that laying down on the job is the best corse of action."
<Tom say jokeingly.>
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Feb 20, 2004 2:57:55 GMT
*Tom is still laughing at his joke when the last of the floor crumbles beneath him, nearly sending him plummeting into the vortex.*
[OOC: That's what you get for spoiling the dramatic tension ;D]
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Post by Ursula on Feb 20, 2004 2:59:31 GMT
*Seizing hold of Tom, Ursula pushes him forcefully over to his own sarcophagus before the wind can blow him into the gaping chasm*
"I shall see you on the other side my friend..."
*Getting into her own sarcophagus, she closes the lid...*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Feb 20, 2004 3:00:58 GMT
"OH BUMMBALE BEES."
*Tom grabs hold of Ursula paw and scrambals into the sarcophogai.*
"Phew I don't think this relm has a sence of hummor. Well I'll see you back in reality Ursula."
*Tom closes the lid and agin there is a sound like a sigh.*
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Feb 20, 2004 3:02:54 GMT
[All posts from now on are in reality] [OOC: And Tom, I did like your joke, but you're absolutely right, the realm didn't ]
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Post by Ursula on Feb 20, 2004 3:05:55 GMT
*Opening her eyes, the first thing Ursula sees is Brother Strange's true form, and she leaps to her feet with a gasp, thinking that she is still in the netherworld*
"What the..."
*But then she realises that she is back in the forest, seeing Young Grimwold and Frightknight, and the circle of protection. Leaning on her staff, she looks to Hordriss, still somewhat stunned*
"...so what must be done now?"
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Post by Tom Troughton on Feb 20, 2004 3:06:43 GMT
*Tom awakes with a start.*
"What....Were...WHO?"
"Oh of corse. Hordriss is it over? Did we win."
*He scrambals to his feet.*
*He then notices Brother Strange.*
"Oh My Word. So your.......One of the walking Dead."
"Well dosen't perticualy bother me, Can't be sure about Ursula though."
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Feb 20, 2004 3:15:34 GMT
*Hordriss looks glad to see that Tom and Ursula are all right, but grave at the same time.*
Now we have banished it from our spirits, but we must also free our rational minds. Everyone, concentrate on the blade, think of its evil, all of its vile acts. You must fill your mind with the horrifying memories.
*A look of pain crosses his face, he has many more memories of it, of its creation, than the others. Then he raises his hand, and lets a cloud of dark powder trickle from his fist to swirl around everyone there. This is the memory erasing powder which he took from Edward Deal. Although it cannot remove the memory of Bloodfang completely, it dulls the thoughts, so they are remembered as events, but with less of the emotional sting. As he does so, he intones...*
Relinque cogitationas, diabole dolo. Eicimus memorem tuam.
The darkness in the air seems to lift, but only to concentrate around the sword above the Forge. It now glows white-hot, and FrightKnight's hands are smoking.
Now, Frightknight, complete the ritual. Plunge it into the Forge!
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 20, 2004 12:33:30 GMT
*Young Grimwold is overwhelmed. The return of Tom, Hordriss and Ursula; Brother Strange's revelation; FrightKnight's stoic suffering; the supernatural chill of the Forest; a substantial headache; and the faint possibility that he has made a difference in the order of things, so soon after arriving in Wolfenden. YG finds tears creeping from his eyes. Recognising Hordriss' Latin, he joins in, very quietly.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Feb 20, 2004 17:29:46 GMT
YAHHHH!
*FrightKnight thrusts the sword with all the remaining might he has left, plunging the sword into the Forge at last. He collapses, his gloves long since melted away, and his hands badly blistered. He staggers one step backwards, before passing out from the heat and exhaustation*
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