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 Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:23 pm
Lore takes Ont's hand and gets to his feet putting up his map and picking up his staff dusting himself off.
Lore: A spelljammer....hmm Oh I remember reading about those a long time ago. Giant Manta ray like creature, generates its own magic dampening field, flies through the air..etc, etc.
Lore places his hand on the ground and feels the lifeforce of the giant creature beneath him pulsing strong.
Lore: Such a magnificent creature, and such an interesting place. I guess it is fortunate. What service may I be to you?
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:32 pm
Ontaros thinks a moment before continuing "I've been asked to assemble a special unit to go... 'abroad' and deal with a specific threat to... well just about everything we hold near and dear to us as living creatures in general I guess you could say" he laughs a little bit "and your name was on that list. There are two others that are mainly spearheading this project, I've just been hired to guide and taxi this motley crew across the cosmos and lend general assistance, so perhaps when we're all together we can figure out whats going on here a little better." He scratches the back of his head.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:51 pm
Lore thinks for a while trying to place where he was put on a "list" for a special mission.
Lore: I see.....well if it is a case of the multi-verse being in danger for whatever reason then what reason do I have of not helping set things straight.
He tries to place what could actually threaten all of existence so much and comes to the conclusion that this is going to be a rough ride.
Lore: Hmm...well I assume when everyone is brought together we will all be informed more about what is actually going on. I am kinda lost as to what to do in the meantime though. I was going to get some fruit from Sezaria's market, but recent information has made that inconsequential.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:54 pm
Ontaros smiles "If we head inside I'm sure you'll find just about what ever it is that you were hoping to procure from Sezaria in the main hall..." He gestures for Lore to follow him back.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:14 pm
Lore looks at Ont puzzled but follows him anyway.
Lore: Lead the way.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:15 pm
OOC: Jumping to main hall and we'll pretty much get a post, maybe two in, before we need to wait on Z
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:26 pm
OOC: kk jumping to main hall
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:41 am
( From bedrooms )
>>Silver left the castle with Tryan following behind. She walked into the woods and after a short while entered a clearing filled with huts, people, and giant wolves. Everyone was busy doing something. Cutting wood for fires, baking bread, preparing meals, tanning leather, watching the children. It seemed small to be a village, but it was busy like one.
As Silver entered her tent she told Tryan to wait outside it, she didn't want him seeing her change, even if he probably wouldn't think anything of it<<
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:49 am
Tryan's carefree manner began to ebb as they neared the village and by the time they were in it, he had his head ducked, ears laid back and crept along behind her like he was afraid he was about to become dinner. He didn't try to enter her tent though, when she disappeared inside. He paced anxiously for a few moments before settling down on the ground by her 'door' and watched all the activity with a mix of interested and warry attention.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:59 am
>>While Silver was in the tent, a group of kids saw Tryan and thought he was cool looking. At first they just watched him from a distance, some mimicking his posture. Then they slowly creeped forward<<
Wanna play?
Yeah! Let's play tag!
Who'll be it?
>>A younger cub, in wolf form, pounces on Tryan's tail<<
Being it's no fun, so let's not make him be it.
Are you sure she's a boy?
Of course HE'S a boy! What else would he be?
A girl!
Whatever. >>The boy turns to Tryan<< Are you a boy or a girl?
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:05 am
Tryan hedged away from the approaching children at first, but then just watched them, his head turned to the side and his ears twitching. He turned when he felt something soft and warm and furry land on his tail. Leaning in close, he sniffed the cub and gave it a big lick with his long black tongue. These, of course, were not prey-creatures, but that didn't mean he couldn't taste it. It just might be too cute to eat anyway. He looked back up at the children and just blinked at them. He had no idea what was going on but it was fun to watch.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 11:17 am
>>When Tryan just blinked, the kids weren't really sure what to do at first<<
You're right. It doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl. Let's just play.
>>There was a chorus of "yeah!"s<<
I'll be it, so you better run!
>>The kids squealed and scattered, as It started to run after them. The wolf who had pounced on Tryan's tail takes one of his "hands" and starts to lead him away<<
Come on Bird Man, we gotta run.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:49 pm
Tryan's eyes widened in surprise when all the children suddenly screached and ran away. He was just about to look around for the source of their terror when something grabbed his 'hand.' Bewildered, he allowed himself to be led away, hopping on three legs until he couldn't quite keep his balance anymore and had to pull his 'hand' back to use it for walking.
He understood the word 'come' and the word 'run,' so when the kid leading him took off, he loped along with him, keeping a sharp eye out for danger. Before too long he began to realize that, aside from the adults who he decided couldn't be anything less than a potential threat, there was no danger, and in no time at all, he'd caught on. Forgetting all about the scarey adults, he ran and leaped and hid right along with all the children. And every once in a while he chased them too, galavanting along until he managed to catch up with one of them and thump them playfully with a 'hand-paw' or wing if they were just out of reach. He didn't mind being 'It,' he liked chasing things, and sometimes he would even keep going, tagging several of the children before conceding his position to one of them and becoming a chase-ee again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:30 pm
>>The children liked playing with Bird Man. He was funny. And since It was the most dreaded thing, they normally laughed when he didn't relinquish his post right away.
When Silver came out in a light blue dress that appeared to be tied on she was surprised not to see Tryan. She turned to the closest adult to ask about him<<
The bird thing? Kinda creepy looking, but he came with you so >>shrugs<< He's playing with the pups.
>>She was at first confused, then a smile spread over her lips. She found where they were playing and watched for a little while. She gave Tryan a smile and a wave, if he started coming towards her she would motion for him to continue his game, before finding her son to feed him<<
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:52 pm
Tryan skittered and hopped and crept around tirelessly untill suddenly there was Silver, and he skidded to a halt. Was he in trouble? Was it time to go? He wasn't sure. She didn't look upset. In fact, she was smiling. He smiled back at her, his not-quite-right teeth shining bright white against the dark black of the rest of him. His smile was replaced by a look of surprise when one of the cubs didn't quite stop in time and collided with him. He looked down and nuzzled her to be sure she was okay and then turned back to Silver. He started to go to her, but she just waved him back to the game. He hesitated a moment and then all thoughts of anything else suddenly flew from his mind and he promptly resumed skittering and hopping and creeping. And eventually, his tirelessness started to be less 'less,' until he just flopped down on the ground, panting and wore out, but content.
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