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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:08 pm
Unfortunately, as Raedou had said, Rincaida bond to their mothers, in this strange case being the demon Farfarello, and can hardly stand to be away from them for any length of time in their early years.
Raedou's hidden faces did not help.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:35 pm
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:30 am
Hashmal, on the other hand, was briskly strolling to find a 'worthy' weaponmaker...
of course, worthy meant that she wanted blades that could fell stone homes...
or were just plain massive...
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 11:14 am
Jaeto stared onward as everyone left, leaving him with Calisto. The princess seemed to be doing all right, but the desert sand and all the physical activity couldn't have been good for her. She had been acting differently, but Jaeto hadn't really noticed until this point. Massive journeys did tend to change people, but....
Would this be for the better?
Clearing his throat, Jaeto glanced down the street, before returning his gaze to Cal. "Well... first of all, you're still all right, yeah?" He asked, wanting to be assured of her continuing good health before neglecting her further.
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Myrrelda and Perrault fell. And fell. And fell. The experience would actually prove to be quite traumatic, though also calming--death never seemed so serene. An atmosphere of calm, tranquility, peacefulness, and flexibility pervaded the very air. It seemed as if this bottomless pit would provide true access into one's very soul.
That is only one of many ways to describe the sudden change that came over the two falling individuals. Another way to describe it, would be to mention their plunge into icy cold water. Fresh, water.
Myrrelda awoke, but seemed unable to swim. She floundered in the water, seeking air, oxygen, life--seeking escape from the fires below. Perrault, were he to surface and regain his bearings, would be able to see his surroundings.
They were supposedly in a river that ran through the bed of one of many deep, numerous canyons in the very northern precipitous edge of Baelta. Myrrelda was about to perish, but assuming Perrault could swim, one would think he should be fine.
The fact that this river, which was quite deep and swift, if not particularly rapid, descended into an enclosed cavern, and eventually to a waterfall that plummeted even deeper into the core of Mythicaa's foundation, and ever-closer to hell, would not register on the elf's mind just yet.
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:51 am
The princess nodded. She was exhausted, but didn't exactly concider that an ailment. She was sure everyone was feeling the same; there was just something about sitting all day that just drained you. "Let's find someplace soon," she mumbled just loudly enough to reach her friend and guardian's ears.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 7:46 pm
"Right," Jaeto agreed. He turned and scanned the streets; a multitude of busy people thronged the city, and it was difficult if not impossible to make sense of anything. The Favraen capital had never been as crowded or as busy.
Squinting, Jaeto muttered, "Let's see... I can make out the Boar's Throat... looks like a tavern. Shatterglass... sounds magical. 'Undead Inventory'..."
Jaeto shuddered, "No," then continued his observation.
"...the Golden Gargoyle. Sounds classy. Three-and-a-half Broomsticks. Um... no...? The Blue Boil. The Guild of Intricacy. 'Obstinate Idiosyncrasies.' Sounds like a pawn shop."
Then, he spotted the perfect place. "Ye Olde Restings."
Turning, he asked, "That sounds quaint, even homy, don't you think?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:10 pm
Raedou then attempted to inflict pain upon himself, remembering from his travels that children thought comical violence was funny. bashing himself on the head with a rock and tripping around clumsily, the Ganzi tried his hardest to make the boy laugh...
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((What do I do with Perrault? PM me, Z.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:25 pm
Perrault emerged from the river, catching his breath. As he saw Myrrelda sinking into the depths, his eyes grew wide with fear.
"MOTHER!!!" he cried out as he dove back into the water in an attempt to save the demon girl's life. When he reached her, grabbing her by the waist, he tried to swim upward with all of his strength. Of course, the elf was weak, and Myrrelda was heavier than he. The boy's attempt was in vain as they only sank deeper into the depths of the river.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:31 pm
Luckily, somehow both suddenly exited the water. It was then that Perrault would realize that neither were very lucky, as they had rushed right over a water fall and actually fallen out of a vertically descending torrent. Their luck grew even worse as the light filtering in from the cave entrance above suddenly winked out--they had fallen very far, very quickly, to not even have visible light.
Myrrelda did not scream. She laughed. The two were falling... straight to hell, Myrrelda thought.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 8:46 pm
Calisto had rather liked the sound of the Golden Gargoyle, and stated her mind. "I am the princess, after all," was her meager, though valid excuse.
The clanging of armor against armor upset the child's ears greatly, peal after peal serving only to hurt Tascalon's small head. People passing by began to stare.
Farfarello, irritatingly prefering conversation, looked up at the silent Draon, "I think we should get a meat cleaver."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:29 pm
((Found the Dasher post... @_@ ))
Many strange creatures stalked the forest... Mostly the infamous Mandragora, a plant-like beast that could put it's victim to sleep with the soothing sounds it made It would then feast on the victim's bodily fluids... And five or six of them had ambushed the three mages, leaping out of the bushes and closing in on them.
Dasher's stomach flopped upside-down. He had to help them!
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:33 pm
((Found Ralendine's as well. I posted the entire recent happenings. Helenne and Remedius's posts are included in here as well.))
Port.
Helenne and Remedius, and presumably Elmire, glanced at the very tropical port-city before them. People bustled about, busily exchanging goods or coin, delivering merchandise, whether it be tropical fruits, spices, exotic fish, lumber, ship material--the place was alive with activity. Adobe, wooden and stone houses rose up, and even though the ground was covered with buildings, cobblestone streets, and the water with ports and ships, the real city was above. As soon as one left the immediate port area, the city/town ascended into the trees above. It truly was a city in the trees, more or less, with houses in almost everyone, wooden, and wooden platform-and-rope bridges connecting each. An elaborate pulley system was employed in several areas to allow for the transport of heavier materials up into or down from the trees. To walk on the forest floor, further inland, was dangerous. Native animals and native humans posed a dire threat to this civilized portion of the Korubinos.
Elmire's ship was docked, and the trio stood on the deck, watching as their cargo was unloaded. The bustle of the port provided a voluminous, if not quite unpleasant, ambient sound for the trio.
Elmire scoffed and began to walk into the bustling town. He turned to Helenne and... Remedius, his face frozen in a scowling frown.
"My troops are waiting for us near the north side of this village." he said, "We will meet up with them and then seek out the Grand Bishop."
Helenne was visibly taken aback. "Your troops?" she echoed. "What? It has to be the three of us, Your Grace. I cannot trust you to keep your deal when you have military superiority. Besides, Remedius, the guide, is my dear friend and far more than capable of disappearing on a whim.
The Duke glanced at the strangely dressed Remedius and laughed.
"You speak me a serpent, me dear?" he replied slyly, "I would never betray my allies who have the same goal as I. You sadden me."
He looked over the town in front of them again.
"We depart." he said calmly, "My troops will escort us to the excavation site, where the Grand Bishop is said to be hiding."
"They're wrong," Helenne said simply. Her arms folded up against her chest, and her voice accumulated a matter-of-fact tone. "They would have found him already if he was there. But, Remedius and I have our own little idea."
Helenne glanced to her right, where Remedius was now bartering an object from a peddler of random junk. Boxes, small chests, pottery, plants, stones, petrified woods, dried body parts, small statues, sticks of various shapes and wood types, drawing utensils, a rough kind of floral paper, ink, primitive native tools such as arrowheads, books, a few small cages, some candles, a myriad of rings, and water pitchers could be found, among some other things.
Remedius selected a small, polished but unpainted flute of humble use along with a colorful feather of some tropical bird. A gemstone-turned-spearhead was also selected. The total cost more than Remedius could afford, however, and Helenne was forced to lend the necessary funds.
"You have no authority over me, Your Grace, especially not in this place," Helenne said without glancing at the man to which she was speaking. "We're doing this Rememdius' way. I trust him more than I trust you. If you were smart, you'd trust him, too."
Ralendine's face was twisted with frustration. This woman was a nuisance. He glared at the villagers who watched him in his silent little tantrum, and they soon left him alone. He bit his lip and remained silent, waiting for what this... Remedius had planned.
They shall all be killed anyway. he thought to himself, They will pay for opposing the Duke of Elmire- no. The King of Mythicaa.
Helenne seemed uneasy, and this showed across her face, but hesitantly the knight followed the magus into the growth.
Ralendine followed as well, with the thought that his excavation team was expecting him, but he would never come. If too much time passed, they would come looking for him... and that is when he would take control of this pathetic operation.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:44 pm
Raedou then tried cradling the baby in his arms, whistling to him a gentle, quiet Ganzian lullaby that would lull him to sleep when he was a small child. He ignored the staring people at this point.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 9:52 pm
The tune did little to reassure the Rincaida that his mother would come back, though it did have a certain soothing quality. The child calmed to a dull roar.
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