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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:41 pm
Scribbler was lucky this time, but unfortunately not the poor inventor. The portal spit him out and right against the wall behind the screen.
Ernst grimaced and shakily got onto his feet, immediately looking down to his gauntlet after getting to his senses. It was sparking a bit, which didn`t bode well for him. It had probably been damaged by the portal, rather than the hit against the wall. Ernst started to fade in and out as his devices struggled to keep his body together. But the inventor`s attention was elsewhere; he would deal with the gauntlet later. He looked around.
"Did. . . did everyone make it?" He saw Scribbler, and Farkson. . . But noticed that Emma was not there. A grave look of guilt came onto his face.
"Scheiße. . .!" How had he let go of her?
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:42 pm
The portal closed just as Emma flung herself towards it, leaving her trapped as the golem drew closer. She concentrated again, taking a smaller form to avoid notice.
The brown mouse skittered to a side of the building, hiding in the shadows.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:48 pm
"I think so-wait where's Emma?" Farskon asked, and looked at the place. They were somewhere in the Darkling World still, a section of the wastes. This place was tranquil, but it was odd looking.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Where Emma is.] The golem stared at the mouse, and then began stomping off, breaking through buildings, and houses. A Soulless stepped out uniformed, and spoke in Vaswedes voice."Ah good to see you madam mouse."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:48 pm
"Sorry, Ernst!"
Scribbler scrambled to her feet, searching for the missing enchantress.
"Oh God, she's still in there, isn't she?"
The screen collapsed from the aftereffects of the hum, and Scribbler bolted for the door...only to discover that she had been flung elsewhere as well by some malfunction of the portal and screen.
"...this is not good."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:50 pm
The mouse cast off its borrowed form, and Emma stepped forth from the shadows.
When all was lost, she knew how to behave. The enchantress looked absolutely calm and collected, not a hair out of place as she faced the Soulless straight on.
"Likewise, sir."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:53 pm
[I think that I will unfortunately have to be going soon. It`s very late where I live.]
Ernst did not seem to be faring well from all of the travel through the portals. He seemed greatly weakened and weary. He looked to his gauntlet and almost casually ripped out something, screwed in another something, until it sputtered and sparked and came back to life just enough to keep him together.
The disorientated inventor looked about, and his eyes widened. "Wh-what?! We need to get back there! We can`t leave Frau Emma!" He coughed and played with some dials and gears. If he was lucky, maybe his time-travelling gear wasn`t damaged. . . and if he was even luckier, the strange qualities of this world would allow it to work.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:01 pm
[We're in the Wastes.]
"Oh crap, I can't believe we left her behind!" Farskon cried out, and looked frantically around there was nothing but the strange looking wilderness.
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"This is good, now you will eeeeeh how you say come with us," The Soulless replied, and snapped it's fingers. The golem came forward, and extended it's hand.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:04 pm
Emma took a step forward, her indifferent expression completely undisturbed.
The Darkling world echoed with a strange feel: somebody a world away was doing the magical equivalent of kicking the door between dimensions until it gave way.
EMMA!
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:08 pm
Strings of curses Scribbler didn't know she knew left the inkmancer's mouth (very quietly) as she attempted to reconstruct a portal to that particular building from the scraps of visual memory. "Come on...come on!!"
At last, a similar screen sprang up, the tiniest of disks appearing near the lady enchantress...but likely too small to notice and too easily banished by the golem.
Scribbler could only watch and pray the enchantress stepped through it by accident.
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Paladin 2012 generated a random number between
30 and 50 ...
35!
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:13 pm
The disk shattered, under another melodic hum, all they could was watch Emma being hauled off by the Golem with a Soulless atop it's shoulder.
A growl came, and a small lion creeped up on the group.
[Health: 59]
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:17 pm
The barrier between worlds shattered as a tall figure appeared, fists clenched and an unearthly wind blowing around him, Emma's last words echoing in his mind.
I love you.
The Wastes grew frigid for a brief moment as the sorcerer struggled to maintain control, but it passed as he marshaled his common sense and reined in his anger.
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Stolzenfels rolled 1 100-sided dice:
89
Total: 89 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:18 pm
[I roll out of 100?]
Ernst growled and cursed profusely -- thankfully in German, so the other two couldn`t understand the rather profane language -- when he saw that it was already too late to retrieve Emma. It seemed that Hrothbert was not the only one struggling to control his temper.
So flustered was he that he could barely hear the growl of the lion. His eyes widened after he turned about to face it. "Oh. . . fantastisch!" he cried. He shook his damaged gauntlet until a suitable weapon, a pistol, materialized in his hand. He took aim and fired at what he guessed to be the strange lion`s weak spot.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
44
Total: 44 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:20 pm
"...I'm sorry."
The screen shattered, destroying the deadened link along with it. The inky shards hovering for a moment before Scribbler took control of it again and buried it in the lion's side.
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Paladin 2012 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
64
Total: 64 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:21 pm
[Yes out of 100.]
Farskon charged, and stabbed the lion from behind, it trembled and fell.
The lion sputtered, and then jumped out at the paladin he dodged and stabbed it again.
The already weakened lion died.
[Scribbler did: 10 dmg!]
[Ernest did: 54 dmg!]
[I did: 30 dmg!]
[Health left: 0.]
[victory.]
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 4:29 pm
The Saxon noble was still facing away from the group, hands at his sides and barely moving.
There was a sense of something tightly coiled within him, and the wind continued to howl.
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