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Post by Leytan on Sept 14, 2004 16:42:01 GMT
"No my dear Skiprazor it is not Sourcery."
*Leytan says in a flat emotionless tone.*
"It is a gift of my mother's side, passed down through her Flesh and Blood to mine."
*Leytan turned to look at Skiprazor.*
"I am Half-Atlantian & Half-Winterian. My mouther was a cousin of Asandra The Queen of Winteria. And she was the ambassador to Atlantis. Were she met my Father and I am the end result."
"I can survive under water, and I can control the atmosper make it as cold or as hot as I chose to."
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 14, 2004 16:58:29 GMT
*Marcus watch in horror as the 4 Goblins met there grisly ends. His hart beat quickend and his attemots to hide himself became more frantic.*
*He needed to distract the two warriors, quickly a plan formed in his head. He sent 2 Goblins out with a spercific purpose.*
"It's a Suicied Mission he thought but better s pair of Goblins Die then me."
*He thought as he watched the Goblin creep up on it's prey.*
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Sept 14, 2004 17:17:00 GMT
*Ah Wok notices a goblin sneaking up on him*
"Wery good, for somewon with a bwain the size of a preanut" said Ah Wok as he draws his sword.
*The goblin charges at Ah Wok, but the chinerman stabbed the goblin right in the heart, he pulls his sword out and bows at the goblins body, only to get knocked out by a goblin that was sneaking behind him*
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Post by Leytan on Sept 14, 2004 17:35:46 GMT
*Leytan tunred as He heard the Goblins Club conect with Ah Wok's skull. In a flash he was running toward the fallen merchent.*
*The Goblin flushed & emboldende with sucsess took aim and swung his club. Leytan was to quick though again the inhumanly quick reflex he dived out of the way of the Goblins Club.*
*He rolled to a stop beside the ford and as before he swiped his hand through the water at great viloceity.*
*The Goblin never stood a chance. The Iceical sailed right into it's left eye. It crumpled in a heep.*
"Who's Next?"
*Leytan asked as he walked back towards the bushes that hid the Oppositions forces. Sudernly though he bacame aware that something was wrong, he saw Skiprazor looking in a mixture of fasination, wounder and Horror at something behind him.*
*Leytan swounf round and saw a sight tha made even his blood run cold. There emrging from the Ford were but a few short seconds agon he had stood, was a nere 15 foot Mire-Trog.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 14, 2004 17:40:56 GMT
"And about time to."
*Marcus said emerging from the undergroth.*
"Now then as you 2 Gentlmen have proven that you are unwilling to be ressonable and come quiatly. I'm affriad we will have to use force."
*He sneerd in mock politness.*
"ATTACK."
*Sudernly like there leader emboldednd by the arrival of the Mire-Trog, 15 Goblins ran from the bushes screaming there battal cries.*
*The Mire-Trog pulled it's self out of the Ford and lumberd toward Leytan and Skiprazor. In a flash Battle was locked.*
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Post by Leytan on Sept 14, 2004 17:50:17 GMT
*Leytan's shock at the apprence of The Mire-Trog was quickly shaterd by the screaming Hord of Goblins bareing down on him.*
*Quickly he turned to face them fully. He met there attack with his own, he cut a swath of them down.*
*The Mire-Trog tried to stand on him Leytan dived away. Each time it was the same The Goblins would run at him he would dispatch or wound as many as posibal till the Mire-Trog bared down on him again and he leped out of the way.*
*The sudernly it all went wrong a few Goblins obviusly smarter then normal waited till Leytan was in mid jump avoiding the Mire-Trogs Feet, then they threw a Net at him.*
*Leytan tried to avoid the Webing of the net but to no avail. It wraped around him like a spiders web dose a fly, and it held him as tightly.*
*Leytan hit the ground hard the impact was enough to render him semi-concious. The Goblins quickly pulled the rope attched to the net and hauled him away towards Marcus.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 14, 2004 17:57:54 GMT
*Marcus looked down at Leytan with contempt.*
"And Lord Fear wants you to work for us??"
*He asked mockingly*
"You can't even beat a few lowly Goblins and one little Mire-Trog."
*He laughed.*
"Get him to my coach, and tell Quill I'll be a few minuets longer."
*He orderd the Goblins*
"First I have a little picec of Buissnes to take care of."
*He said coldly looking at Skiprazor who was still fightly bravely against The Goblin Hordes and Mire-Trog.*
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Post by Leytan on Sept 14, 2004 18:08:03 GMT
*The 2 Goblins dragged the semi-concius Leytan trhough the undergrowth to the road that leads in To Wolfenden.* *Brinkatore's coach sat waiting by the roadside, it was Red and Gold in colour. But yet even though the colours were useraly ones that were bright and cheerfull. On this coach they seemed ominus and foreboading.* *Benito Quill jumped down from the drivers seat and helped the Goblins bundle Leytan into the back of the coach he then returned to the drivers seat to await the arrival of his matser.* * Leytan began to stire as his mind shock loose the cobwebs of unconsiuosness.*
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Skiprazor
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 16, 2004 18:20:22 GMT
[*Back in the clearing, Skiprazor can feel the temperature rising as Leytan is hauled off by the opposition. The rain falls in sheets, pelting the hunched figures of the three goblins circling him. The monstrosity that accompanies them lumbers slowly towards him, over twice his own height. He has never encountered such a foe in all his days, and a small speck of self-doubt - fear, even - irritates like a shard of glass in his being. Like a cornered animal, he bares his teeth, sword and dagger poised, brilliant blue sparks crackling into the rain from all over his body.*]
[*The three goblins attack as one, two from the front, one from the side. The first one swings wildly with its shortsword and meets nothing but empty space, Skiprazor's dagger plunging into its chest with a grim hiss of lung air. The second charges forward with its spear raised to strike - the limp corpse of his compatriot is skewered on the point. Skiprazor kicks the spear to the side and advances with two sweeping blows of his sword - one from the chest to the navel, spilling the creature's guts like a length of rope, and the second a decapitating strike to the neck. The dark ichor of his foe's lifeblood sprays over Skiprazor's face, which is now a mask of fury and bloodlust.*]
[*But then he finds himself stumbling, falling, and he is wondering what is happening when he notices the crudely rusted iron stake protruding from his left arm. The third goblin has darted round behind him and struck with this hideously basic weapon, and now Skiprazor is screaming, his brain registering the agony. His scream sounds pleasantly mortal to the goblin, and it chatters its teeth in excitement - teeth which a split second later evaporate from its grotesque mandible as Skiprazor lashes out with a full-force kick. The goblin drops like a ragdoll, its head bent backwards at an impossible angle.*]
[*With shaking hands, Skiprazor quickly and agonizingly wrenches the stake from his arm, undamming a thick flow of bright red. He can feel the ground shaking beneath his feet as the Mire-Trog advances, its roar the sound of hell itself, and knows that he is looking upon his own demise.*]
[*The creature swings in a giant sweeping arc towards him, and he reacts purely on instinct, throwing himself to the soaking ground. The huge fist whistles inches above his head, followed a second later by the looming shadow of a hideously large foot descending on him. He rolls away, thrown further off balance by the immense impact, with branches and leaves raining down from the trees overhead. Everywhere he turns, the abomination attacks, and as he continues to duck and weave across the clearing he can feel the pain and fatigue burning up in every muscle. His own blows, slashes and stabs seem to be nothing but an irritant to the beast. Still the Mire-Trog advances, relentless, single-minded, and Skiprazor is near-paralyzed by his own lack of power against such a monstrosity.*]
[*Skiprazor watches the boulder of a fist bearing down on him for what is surely the final time. At the last second, he sidesteps the fatal blow, the Mire-Trog's hand exploding into the waterlogged leaves and mud like a meteor. Wracked with pain, Skiprazor takes two staggering, lunging steps along the fiend's treetrunk-like arm and plunges his dagger between the armour-hard scales on the creature's neck. It staggers frantically and howls in pain, Skiprazor's eardrums close to bursting, but he clings on with every ounce of strength remaining, willing the deadly force inside him down the blade and into the black soul of his enemy.*]
[*And then his grip leaves him, his body siezed by the huge hand of the creature, his ribs groaning and cracking. With a final roar, he is hurled across the clearing and into the black rocks of the forest, cracking and bouncing off the solid granite like a broken arrow. He crumples to his hands and knees, untold damage done, and as he tries in vain to stand up he hears the clattering and chattering of more goblins.*]
[*He looks up, and four spears are levelled at him. In red clouds of agony, he gets up onto his knees, defiant to his fate.*]
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 16, 2004 23:11:45 GMT
*Marcus walked over to Skip.*
"Hmmmmm."
"Your quite a good fighter."
"I don't suppose you'd be intrested in working for me as a bodygaurd???"
*He inquires.*
"Marcus Wolfgang Brinkatore pays very well."
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Skiprazor
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 17, 2004 18:44:29 GMT
[*Skiprazor's vision blurs, a strange numbing chill slowly seeping its way into his bones. He eyeballs Brinkatore with disdain, spitting blood at the dirt. He raises his head and looks at the count, proud even in the face of defeat. He sneers at him through his shattered teeth.*]
"I work for whom I choose, and when. I will not be forced into a contract. And I certainly will never accept the employ of a backstabbing, cowardly churl like yourself, my good sir."
[*He offers a mocking smile at Brinkatore, blood seeping from a dozen wounds over his face. His expression is at once beaten, defiant and triumphant.*]
"I'll see you in Hell."
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 17, 2004 18:48:42 GMT
*Brinkatore sighs.*
"Such a waste."
*He says with Mock pitty. He then flicks his wrist and his pistol comes out.*
"Unfortunalty Skiprazor. I can't alow you to identifiy me as an Opposition Member. Nothing personal you understand. This is purely buissness."
*Marcus takes aim at Skips Head and Fires.*
*Skips Head snaps back as the bullet hits and his body crumpals and falls to the ground in a heep.*
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Skiprazor
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 17, 2004 19:11:03 GMT
[*Well, Skiprazor thinks. Well. Never did he imagine that this is how it would be resolved. He has always dreamed of a peaceful place like this - one where there is no extraneous sound, no distractions, nothing to take away from the sheer beauty of the world. For his entire life he has seen bloodshed, and corruption, and decay and death. Now, all he can see is the wonder of existence.*]
[*The rain continues to fall, but he no longer feels it. Along with the rocks, the trees, the earth and the sky, it seems as insubstantial and fleeting as a ghost in the ether. Yet it all crackles with energy - the same bright, brilliant, never-fading aura that has for all this been the very nature of his own identity. He can feel that identity fading now, feel the memories of who he once was slipping away, but it does not feel anywhere near as painful as he had once imagined it would.*]
[*This was the moment he had struggled against so long. This was the time where his past, present and future were to collide, the point where the one became zero and everything became nothing. He begins to realise that it may not happen that way. He can feel the energy of the world around him, feel it pulsing like a heartbeat in perfect syncronicity with his own, even as it slows and slows like a falling feather. He can feel the ground he lies on, the air around him; feel the very essence of the world distilled and refined, pure and absolute. The ground gives way to the trees, the rocks and the rain, and then to the clouds overhead. For a split second he resists, the fabric of his humanity slowly unravelling like the grains of sand in an hourglass.*]
[*And then he relaxes, accepts the feeling, and dissipates out through the ground - travelling outwards and upwards, within the trees and rocks and up into the sky, flickering, pulsing and brilliant, and he wonders if he carries on like this for long enough wether he will ever travel high enough to prove himself wrong and avoid the pit of Hell forever.*]
[The End.]
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 17, 2004 19:58:02 GMT
*Marcus looked down at the dead body of Skiprazor for a few minuets.* *Then he surveaed the carnage. Dead Goblin bodies everywere, already decaying.* "Not the most plesent of places now." *He thought, then shudered as the stench of death hit him. It turned his stomac.* *The he noticed the Goblins scurying around the uncounisu Ah Wok. There wepons were raised and ready.* "NO" *He called out.* "There's been enough death today. I can't stomac anymore. Leave him and lets go." *Quickly Marcus turned on his heels and fled to his waitning coach, and it left the sceen like a bat strait out of the jaws of Hell.* [ModNote: Continued, ironically, in On The Road To Hell.] *Peace returend to the Glenn as the Goblins scaterd back into the forest and the Mire-Trog reteted back into the ford and away down river.* *Hours passed and slowly the blood seeped away and the Goblin Corpes rottend. Soon all that was left was Skips dead body and the uncounsas Ah Wok. Soon Ah Wok began to stier.*
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Sept 17, 2004 20:14:40 GMT
*Ah Wok gets to his feet and rubs the back of his head* "Thats the rast thing dangelous that Ah Wok does" said Ah Wok. *Ah Wok then turns to see Skiprazor's dead body and makes his way over* "Humble Servant must get help" said Ah Wok as he rushed off to get some help. 15 Minutes later Ah Wok returns with some villagers who look around the battle field to see the dead goblins ans Skip's body. "Ah Wok suggests that the bwody should be buried here and the Goblins to be burnt" suggested Ah Wok. *The villagers begin to do as Ah Wok suggest as Skiprazor's body is buried and the goblins taken away to be burnt, Ah Wok takes a gravestone from his stall and spellcasts writing on it to inform passes that Skiprazor was buired.* "Ah Wok thanks you all most kindly on this sad day" said Ah Wok as he gave all the villagers that helped him a bar of gold. *The villagers leave as Ah Wok leaves* "Perhaps it's twime fo Ah Wok to return home" said Ah Wok said as he went to his tree home. ((OCC: Continued in: Leaving for Home thread))
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