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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 8:58 pm
He had returned. But he didn’t remember offering to help. But the voice, the great king drew him from the fog. Would they make a deal? Was there treasure to behold? Andrew’s mind was a bit foggy, what had he been doing? The fountain was beautiful as were the doors but he was confused as to what they held.
A box with locks… he started at it. Was there treasure in there? What was it?
When all 7… no 8 are unlocked? He watched as the knights vanished getting an idea. He would face the truth? What truth? His heart remembered, it remembered something.
Return when he unsealed grief and reflection. He understood that to a degree, something about thrones and crowns and swords.
Memories… very odd memories, a war, stairs a tower. A kiss, holding hands, fire and a dance. Olivia. She was the one he was looking for, all this time. Where would he find her? Why her, he didn’t know but he wanted to be sure she was safe. He had seen her. Was she safe now? The different people were so confusing.
A necklace was around his neck. He tried to touch it but he couldn’t. weird… was this his heart? Or was this something else?
The spirits guided him. He had a task to do.
This place was strange, unusual. It held something, but he didn't know what. the mist was softer gentle, and the orbs were brighter leading him somewhere. He followed them down the path wondering where they were going. The trees around him felt dead. something was off here.
The final tree, while large felt sick. But he felt it was still alive somehow.
"At last," it echoes, a feminine voice, and you realize it is coming from the tree. "At last, someone has arrived to hear my tale. It has been so long, I have been silenced too long, taken and hidden, my power feared but not respected, cultivated until I am barren and empty. This is all that remains of my Legacy, but I am not finished, not yet. As long as my powers remain, my children will prosper after me. They will take up my mantle, to protect, to serve, to remember, and to grieve. Men like the Great King will rise again, and fall just as easily, but I only wish to serve. Come now. Help me fulfill my last desire."
It's final desire? He was not sure. He wondered what he would receive in return and then realized it would likely be nothing. But, he was here, he might as well help.
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phantompanther13 rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:11 pm
He found a lake. the water made him shy away for a moment, water was bad. and he had the distinct feeling of drowning somewhere. But... this wasn't then. It felt nicer, more pleasant. And he heard a soft singing, it drew him closer.
Light and a thousand orbs danced over the lake. it was all white silver and mist. he sat feeling calmed by it. but the lake called and he leaned close, hearing a bear whisper.
"Heal my children," it chimes, "And when you do I will give you a gift of immeasurable value. That is my only wish and my only desire. Take these waters and carry them to my children."
A gift sounded good, but take the water? He frowned and sat up, wondering just how he would manage that. Andrew touched the water, not feeling the pain that should have been there, but he still felt uncomfortable. The orbs were dancing and he drew the water like he would lava, pulling it into his hands and carrying it to the tree. The orbs continued to lead him.
He poured the water on the tree and it shivered... and produced a single seed. and then it just withered and died in front of his eyes. Did he do the right thing?
Still, it was a decent size. He picked up the small seed.
size: 9 mm
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phantompanther13 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:17 pm
He was guided tot he lake again and stared at it, wondering what it wanted now. It was humming and he leaned down to listen. A memory bubbled close and he realized the water was memories, his memories. More comfortable he pulled one close.
He was a luck dragon. While he was perhaps small, he was fast in his battle school. His best friend a phoenix who’s wings were too big for its body, had followed him down a particularly narrow portion of the dens his family used and was stuck. He scrapped at the dirt bellow the phoenix but it was unhappy letting out the occasional cry and setting the area ablaze.
“Don’t smoke out the den. We’ll all suffocated.”
“Just get me out. I think my feathers are all bent. How will I be able for fly with bent feathers?!”
“They will grow back. Just settle down.” He chided. He understood what it would mean if his friend was grounded. He would lose access to the skies, and across the river where he liked to scrounge for the best berries. “And I’ll dig you out. If you wiggle, it will make it worst.”
“But I want out now! I need to be in the air.” His friend called out softly, fire dying down as it tried to flap its wings.
“Wait! My paws only work so fast. Besides I won’t leave you here. Now settle down.”
This memory was strange, him and yet not him.
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phantompanther13 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:53 pm
“Come here! Hey stop jumping on the table! You are way too big for that!” Maple watched from the sideline standing with her long horned bull comfortably standing next to her. He had brought her over to see his new dragon but there were problems. His new companion just didn’t want to listen to him. He grabbed his dragons head flushing and turned to look at her. “Well normally he listens. But I do have one of the zodiacs too, see.” “I s-ssee.” She stuttered clearly very uncomfortable. She stepped back and closer to her bull, well away from him. He frowned at her. “Naphtha doesn’t bite.” The dragon decided now was the time to bite him on the arm… well really his clothing, chewing happily. “I mean… Naphtha! Stop that!” he tugged his sleeve from it’s mouth.
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phantompanther13 rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:10 pm
A locked door mystery. These were always the hardest to solve. He had once seen a key slide on a string and into the victims pocket underneath a door.
“That flat foot won’t find anything. I told you, Mr. Masters must have killed himself.” said one of the guests a little too loudly. Andrew didn’t believe it for even a second. Mr. Master’s fortune was well known. Even when the water went dry in the old mill, Mr. Masters had enough money to retire to a country estate and pay off all the depts. This left some of employees in some tough straights and he knew at least Joe Donald had become a scrub on the street, playing his violent for a little extra cash inbetween studies. But he was currently visiting his Grandma, and likely working on the family gin mill.
Really he had done fairly well while paying off the depts. Despite the mills circumstances.
“There wasn’t even a cup in the room. And the body shows no sign of trama.” Said the cop.
Andrew frowned and walk over slipping some gloves on. Something seemed off. He turned the body over. “No signs of trama, huh?” a red line had formed on the back of the victim. No not a line, a letter.
L
What did it mean?
That wasn’t the only thing off. The books were all wrong, some slopped on the floor, as if thrown there. But not just any books, the papers that contained the records from the mill.
One caught his eye, Lory lovegood.
Lory Lovegood had turned up in the river half a year ago, well before the mill shut down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 10:56 pm
All he knew was the arena… this was his life, his every day. He had watched his mother die in the arena she had stood her ground in battle. She was beautiful and stubborn, holding her head high even as the blade made the final strike.
She had told him to never loose. To never die. There was a promise, on the 99th kill you would be free. You would get out. His mother told him she was going to take him and leave, but she ever got the chance.
He had survived his 98 fight.
He would get free, and he knew what his wish would be when he claimed his 99th kill. There was another, a girl whom he had seen. She was quiet and rarely spoke, but still managed to take some small enjoyment in life. She had collected something off each of the fallen, wither it be a bit of cloth or a necklace, or even a shoe. There was little that was theirs in the arena.
He would take her and leave these walls, never looking back. He had never spoken to her, their cages were too far apart but in the brief moments when one of them was leaving he had looked at her and smiled. She had smiled back, wide eyed, like a child, somehow untouched by the fights they had been put through. Maybe she thought it was a game. When he was younger he too thought it was a game, a game were the only rules were survive. But this was a game he could win.
He stepped out onto the battle field and froze, of all the fights, of everyone. Why her? He was so close and yet… it was impossible to show mercy in the arena.
Her happy smile faded at the sight of him.
Two choices, live or die.
He could only hope he was forgiven.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 12:11 am
Being the low man on the totem pole sucked. He trudged home, suite case in hand. His boss had yelled at him for losing the customers. It wasn’t his fault they wanted him to drop the price lower than he could go. Dropping the suite case he plopped into his chair, spinning into the desk. Logging on: Username: burning heart Password: **** In just a moment he was plunged in the world of This is Halloween his character an assassin, with good DPS and a great sneak ability. “Anyone up for raiding the dragon lich? There is some gear there I’ve been trying to get.” A few moments later a replay popped up. Broomsrock. He clicked on it. “I- I need something.” “Hey Brooms. What are you aiming for?” “The rod of enchantment.” “Oh good! I’m after the knife. Or maybe the talisman that adds fire to your weapons, I want that soo bad.” “I-I’m sure it will be nice.” “So who else is coming? Think we can get Fuzzy Cat and Running Star?” “P-probably. “ Want to go fishing while we wait?” he took charge and set up a notice saying they needed a tank. “so you are running a healer as usual right Brooms?” “I- I -I…” he could hear the hesitation. He knew she wanted to play a DPS, but when she geared DPS she just couldn’t get to the damage his character got to. Besides finding a healer was a pain. “I’ll help you with the sinkco caves later.” He offered, knowing she was having trouble with them. “Let’s go fishing.” Of course fishing included a lot more than randomly sitting with a poll, it was a nice little daily that involved standing on the bow of the freelancer and shooting fish into the boat. It worked equally well with one or two people but it was something to do when you were sitting at level 80. Suddenly a rider swooped down. It was one of the dreaded horsemen, riding on a winged mount. The famine player dropped from the air and landed with a sizzle that slammed through his character. “Hey!” he yelled at the screen. What was, that jerk, oh s**t! 3 more followed. “Oh no you don’t!” they were not ganking his character, no way! He stunned one and then sent out an area effect spamming his keys as fast as he could. “Brooms, heal me.” “I-I-I’m trying.” He slammed on the keys some more and then pulled out a bomb. “Ok time to run away now. Run run!” “I am!” “Damn horsemen. Ganking us like that. What were their user names? Next time I see them, I am so back stabbing them.” And suddenly worked called, snapping him out of his game. He groaned and picked up. “Get in the office now.” “I just left.” “I don’t care, now.” He sighed and agreed. “Sorry, I have to log off.” 
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 3:28 pm
Andrew collected his memories, and brought them to his seed pouring them over it. It grew cheerful happy. It's leaves were silver and bright somehow. His tree had its own life.... when did he start thinking of it as his tree? He was proud of his work but he heard a voice. "Not quite," he returned to the lake but didn’t find a lake but a castle. "Take some of this water, and my blessing. This is my last request. Show my children your world so they will grow each unique and different." He looked at the pools and then picked the warmest pool taking the water back to his sapling. He was a creature of fire and heat. It only made sense that that would be what he would bring. It grew and the orbs danced around it. He heard a whisper, "Are you satisfied with what I have become?"“Yes.”
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