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| Freston | Dec 23 2005, 04:41 PM Post #61 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Gray Arrhandir moved quickly. He grabbed his bow. He pointed towards the bushes from which the sound came, indicating that Gray should be on alert and stay put, whilst Arrhandir moved around. He merged with the forest and was out of sight. Gray had his bow set up and strained his eyes to see anything. The sounds where all gone. Even the sounds of the forest. There was complete silence. And Gray knew what that means. Movement. Presence. He had not been mistaking. And then he saw her. A spear wielding young woman. Human. |
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| Freston | Dec 23 2005, 05:55 PM Post #62 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Falco: The tall one grabbed the carving from Falco’s hand and studied it for a second. He smirked. Sleeping Bear? He turned towards the others, laughing Ein schlafende Bär The others weren’t laughing. Das könnte doch nur ein Mensch sein, die schlafende Bären macht The tall one called to them. Aber die Geisten haben ihn gesendet One of them said back. Feigling, ich zeige dir deine Geisten! The tall Orc was rapidly loosing his temper. He pointed his sword towards the one that had spoken back to him. Was wißt du da von, er hat gesagt er ist von die Tinderstone Stamm. The other seemed unimpressed by this gesture. He was less tall than the one Falco had been conversing with. Yet he stood out by a large scar right through the middle of his face. Falco noticed one of his tusks was missing. He held a large axe loosely in one hand. Two Orcs had remained by the fire inside the town. The one in the guardtower to Falco’s right was still out of sight. The tall Orc stood before Falco, preventing him entering the town any further. And the scarred one with a tusk missing stood halfway between the fire and the tall one. Falco had just passed through the gate house, where he had left Sass. His exit was clear. Falco felt tension rising rapidly. Used checks: A truckload of charisma and sense motive checks OOC: By now you know I use German for the Orcish language. I do this for two reasons (and only two reasons) 1) I hope that even though you might speak neither Orcish nor German, you might still get a feeling of coherent speach, and 2) I may want to look back and remember what was said. This may or may not be important, who is to tell. So thank you Germans for letting me use your language, and thank you on-line translaters for being so terrible hard on meta-gamers. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 23 2005, 06:17 PM Post #63 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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The voices in her head. She had thought them gone, but like phantom ghosts, they came back to haunt her, to tease, and torment her. To wreak their vengence upon her, as they could not to drow. Yet, had this voice not helped her, given her advice, aided her. Perhaps it was a trap, by the drow to kill her. Or, it could simply be two adventures camping in the woods. But then why, had one strung its bow? Paranoia, or something more sinister. And what of the other, the one who was wood-canny, who she only barley saw? What was he doing, sneaking around her? So many choices, and no one to help her. She looked toward the dawrf again, and saw super-imposed over him, a dead viper. Startled, Akane looked harder, and saw dead tree limbs, and many dead herbs. The dead viper was not super-imposed on him, but a little beside him, on a ... rat. She looked all around, hoping with this new vision to see the other. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 24 2005, 09:16 PM Post #64 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Sounds grew loud, sounds of pain. Trees cried out as their limbs were sheared off, and thier life force, sap, oozed out of them. Little animals on the ground fell from invisible wounds, and could not move. They lay there trembling, hoping for someone to save them. Then, they were feasted upon. The smell of blood, and spilt life-force grew stronger, ever more pugnent. Form out beyond the clearing, wolves tore through, hunted by an unseen foe. One fell behind, a female wolf, and a long bloody furrow appeared on her side. Trembling with the all the emotions of death. Akane reached out to touch the creature, and it ceased trembling. It lay still, and then, if such a thing was possible, it smiled a wolfly grin, but not one of malice. One of happiness. New smells flooded her mind. So much more rich, and better than a humans'. Able to smell everything, tell those around by smell. color blind, but sharp vision. A sense of loyalty to the pack, beyond death. Head swiming with new senses, Akane fell to the ground, seeing through wolf eyes. Before her stood two. A wolf. Ratail. Somehow she new that name. And, the half-orge, Carom. She new his name too, somehow. Both looked happy, and hale. They smiled, and she fell away. All around, the sights receded. All was normal, save for a few. She glimpsed the wood-canny figure, and his hands were covered in blood. Dripping blood. The dwarf, had blood too on him, but it was dry, not recent. Then, the whole world was drenched in blood, and then all was normal. Wolf stood by her, unfazed. He was happy, with his mistress. He was eager for battle, to prove his place in the pack again, to protect the herd. How did she know this? |
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| DaveReaves | Dec 24 2005, 09:29 PM Post #65 |
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Can't believe its not butter
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Grey looked at the girl though the scrubs. That spear looked like it could be nasty. The dwarf was sure Arrhandir knew what he was doing but wished the strange man hadn't run off. Gray shook the doubt from his mind and decided it was time to speak. Ok, lass, now do your ol' buddy Grey a favor and walk into the clearing. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 24 2005, 09:39 PM Post #66 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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The dwarf stood looking at her, hands covered in dried blood. Better than the wood-canny one then. Wolf was ready to defend her, if need be. Akane hoped it wasnt a Drow, or she would most likely die, painfully. Very painfully. She moved closer to him, spear at ready, Wolf beside her, ready to kill.... |
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| Freston | Dec 25 2005, 06:22 AM Post #67 |
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Guild of Necromancers: Give us your hungry, your sick, your cold
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Akane, Gray: Nothing to put fear into the heart of a humanoid, than an other humanoid A voice, deep and melodacly sounded from aside Akane. You're frightened girl, yet you seem to thrust upon a wolf. Ah... Nature is so much more thrustworthy, don't you think? Akane looked aside and saw a figure standing next to a tree. It was the figure she had seen leave only seconds ago. His long hair was white as snow. His skin greenish brown. He held a longbow in his hand, yet he did not aim at her. Come, we mean you no harm... Ah, we are but careful like yourself. But if a wolf thrusts you, than so shall we. I'm Arrhandir As Arrhandir finished his sentence, he hung his bow over his shoulder, and stored his arrow in his quiver. He stepped into the open, and showed the palms of his hands. The sun was setting, it was getting darker by the minute. You can warm yourself by our fire if you like, Are you hungry? |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 25 2005, 01:02 PM Post #68 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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His mouth spilled blood, and it driblled down his chin. She could see the dead creatures he had eaten, and fell their pain. As they died, and were eaten by the figure, a ghost of him smiled. The dwarf beside him too, had blood spilling out of his mouth, and dead animals cried out from him. Akane gagged on their pain. She vowed never to eat meat again, for the pain of the animals she ate would consume her surely, if she killed, and ate them, or merley ate them. No, I am not hungry, but I am cold. Akne walked over to the fire, hoping that she would feel the prick of an arrow from their bows, and sat away from them, in silence. The little rat beside the dwarf wandered over to her, and she see that it too had eaten, but the figures there in it, did not cry out. Eaten by their kind, an animal, they died in peace. Finding solace in Wolf, and the rat, Akane settled down agaisnt a tree. What is your rat's name? He is very happy to be with you. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 26 2005, 04:29 PM Post #69 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Then, the world unmade and remade itself. Colors vanished from Akane's eye-sight, but she was able to see much more clearly. She inhaled new scents with each breath, able to savor all the smells, and sort out each one's meaning. Her skin grew fur, and a long furry tail grew into existance. Akane looked like a feral wolf. All she needed to complete the change was to alter her facial structure a little more, and grows claws. Wolf padded over to here, and smiled, somehow. You look nice, he said. Akane almost started laughing right there, but she knew it would be a hysterical laugh, so she restrained herself. And then, voices started speaking in her head, and she lost it. Completely. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 26 2005, 06:46 PM Post #70 |
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The girl sat by the fire, and was still. Lost in her her world no doubt. Then she changed. Her nose lengthened, she grew fur, and became almost wolf-like. Then her wolf walked over, and she lost it, laughing hyterically. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 26 2005, 08:02 PM Post #71 |
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Voices in her mind. Whispering. Always.
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Akane laughed hysterically, past caring, as reality vaished around her. She was a wolf-thing now, and saw the world through new eyes. And could not comprehend. All was alien to her, and non was real. Ghosts swirled around her, and they laughed. She laughed with them, and why not? Nothing was real anyway. Eventually though, pain penetrated her world of new, and was familar. Pain. blood rain down her arm where Wolf had bitten her, and she came back to reality. She looked to him, and thanked him, and looked at her companions with new senses, seeing what they had done with her changes. |
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| DaveReaves | Dec 28 2005, 07:59 AM Post #72 |
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Can't believe its not butter
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Grey was glad to see Arrhandir was on top of the situation if not a little baffled by his readiness to accept the girl despite her spear and attempted stealth. Such seemed to be the way of the off man. She did have the companionship of a wolf, as good a way to determine a good natured person as any other. Grey replaced his arrow and slung his bow and sat beside the fire. "Rat? Well I guess I have called him Rat so long I don't remember if he ever told me his real name or not. All the same I suppose, seein as how I don't speak rodent very well. Probably couldn't pronounce his name right if I new it." Gray stoked the fire trying to provide as much heat as he could. As he added logs, he couldn't help but look at he new girl as she starred into the endless reaches of space as she laughed hysterically at nothing. "I think you need to lie down, girl. The night air has gotten to your mind. Either that or you have gotten into the little blue barriers with the green stems and red spots. You should know better than to eat those!" |
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| Didge | Dec 28 2005, 11:19 AM Post #73 |
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Throughout this exchange Falco felt out of place, as if he himself were not even present. But the cold hard reality was that he was indeed there, and if he made the wrong move, or wrong gesture it might cost him his life. Falco knew to trust his instincts, but he also knew how hard it could be to read emotions on other humans, let alone attempting to read other species. Could the tension that he felt just be part of their culture, a heated exchange that from the outside looked as though one might be ready to slice the other apart with more than mere words? Or could they be more from his inner feelings that he was so accustomed to fighting off. Falco was confident that these creatures were orcs having overheard the exchanges of the tribe elders as a young child he thought he recognized the guttural language. What he wouldn’t have given to have learned the Orc language from one of the elders before he left! But he was lucky that the tall one did speak common. Or at least recognized common speak, though one might argue if the creature could actually, “speak common” or just butcher it, which is what he had been doing. “Yes, Tinderstone Stamm,” Falco repeated loudly and patted himself on the chest, hoping that, “Stamm” meant, “tribe.” “If your friend,” Falco gestured at the orc with the scar and tusk missing, “would like, I could carve him something too. I cannot do requests, but I can allow the spirits to guide my hands. Would more carvings be acceptable to share the fire and talk? Understand?” Falco hoped the tall one understood. He had taken the assumption that the tall one could understand Common, but just had a hard time speaking it himself. Falco took a second longer to take in the gaze of the orc who was being troublesome. He knew before the night was through there may be trouble, even if the tall one reigned in his friend. With that in Mind Falco calmed his emotions and spoke again. “Although I do not wish trouble, perhaps your friend,” again Falco gestured towards the one with a scar and missing tusk, “should witness the power I hold with the spirits?” Falco would use the spark within to make himself larger, to show them he was not the smallest, nor the weakest. Even as he was finishing his sentence and his thought the emotions within Falco surged to the brim of his awareness. He could feel the spark wishing to be released, to show these creatures what he was capable of performing. Not yet! He shouted at his emotions, wait for a response, then, and ONLY THEN if they ASK, you’ll be released. He mentally swayed from the deafening roar that only he could hear. The emotions were satiated for the moment. Everything depending on how these creatures responded. One way or another, Falco knew things were never going to be the same after tonight. OOC: Just an FYI, I’m German-born (born in Nuremburg but live in the United States now actually, but I digress), and can’t speak German to save my soul (other than some basic phrases), however having said that I’m ok at recognizing some of the German words, and the language itself. I however will endeavor not to metagame, however some things will be inherently understood from the general overview and context of the language spoken and I may act on those bits. Remember that 70% (give or take a few percentage points) of (all) speech is non-verbal. Anyway, I think it’s a great flavor thing to add, especially to an on-line game in which other races are speaking different languages. Not only does this allow you (and us, if we gain the language) to go back and understand what’s been said, but for us to be able to communicate in the future in that language (using on-line translators). The bonus part here is that when speaking a foreign language, one doesn’t always mesh immediately with the language and oftentimes foreigners who speak the local language are often picked out quickly because of these intrinsic mistakes. So even using the on-line translators can lead to some very fun role-playing. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Dec 28 2005, 07:21 PM Post #74 |
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Berries? Not wolf things? Reality swirled around Akane, and she saw herself normal, sitting on the ground, laughing wildly. She managed to stop laughing, and look around. It had all been fake, unreal, not true. But then why, why did she have a bite on her arm, and Wolf have blood on his muzzel? Wolf said Akane, why do you have blood on your mouth? Only, the talk came out as a growl, in the language of wolf. I do not know, answered wolf. Akane moaned, and the ghost of the dead rose around her as she fell. |
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| Freston | Dec 29 2005, 08:46 AM Post #75 |
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Akane, Gray, The girl is obviously not well Arrhandir said to Gray. It might have something to do with that wound. Arrhandir approached Akane, showing the palms of his hands again. He squatted beside her, petting Wolf on it's head (Handle Animal = 27), he bend over and looked at Akane's arm. Ah, what was your name girl? Akane fell. Ghosts rose around her. A vision pressed her consience aside. Fear crept up again. Akane could barely shake off the image of burning buildings, but she felt the sword again. The sting of cold metal. Unable to scream. And the shadow of a Half-Ogre that engulved her. So she fell. Wolf reacted imediately, leaving Arrhandir's side. He jumped towards Akane and smelled her breath, uttering a short, high pitched moan. In the twilight of conscience Akane slumbered. She could see and hear what went on around her. She felt the hand of Arrhandir on her forehead. It felt like ice. But everythig was surreal. As if not actually happening. But she could see more. More than before. She heard the breathing of the trees, the patient understanding of the earth itself. And she saw the deers and bears that had lived here, once... She's got a fever. We need to boil water Gray (Heal = 25) But I doubt it's her wound that is causing it. Wake up girl. Wake up. Tell me your name. The voice of Arrhandir came through to Akane's slumbering conscience It was now dark. Vague moonlight penetrated the canopy, but most illumination came from the fire that Gray had poked up. |
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