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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:09 pm
"Righteous sonuvashoopuff, wot tha eff is that gadzus?"
Bernard shoved a strand of heavily greasy hair from his wide eyes. No more than a mere twenty minutes after he had just gotten his first respectable lump of metal (a iron kettle, savvy that), the man had found quite an obnoxious object. At first glance, it was just a big, perfectly round (yet very rough) rock, two feet in diameter.
At second glance though, it was just a bit more. First off, there was something carved into it. Two large half-spheres and a very crude, horizontal line that ended in jagged spirals at both ends. From a small distance, it kinda looked like a face, actually. All of it was covered in grime, but not lots of it, a sign that it had been carried from the sewers for a very short moment before landing at the bottom of this cave, next to a tin can (can that Bernard had salvaged first, of course).
Also, a small book was tied on it's top, the size of Bernard's large palm, no more.
"Wonder wuss'in that tharr book thing, 'n why da fuss'it tied to sum rocky fairy stunt." He frowned, took out a knife, undid the rope and opened the book ...
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 6:46 pm
FAIRY SPIRIT JAR.
In this world, there be fairies and fairy spirits. Fairies are magical beings that, just like humans and animals, have a body, a mind and a soul, are beings of reality that can affect the real world and it's surroundings. Spirit fairies are, just as normal spirits, bodyless beings that roam the earth freely, lamenting themselves upon the lifelessness of their existense and their unability to feel any at all.
What makes fairy spirits different is that they do not represent the remains of a person who has passed, nor do they represent a dead fairy. Spirit fairies are embodiments of natural elements that have died. Thus, there are spirit fairies for unlit campfires, for dried-up rivers, for forests that have been cut down to naught and, on the rarer occasion, for extinct species. Most spirit fairies can be brought back to life by simply raviving their element, though.
This jar here, the spirit fairy jar, allows a spirit fairy to get itself a body and regenerate itself. Thus, putting a campfire spirit fairy within the jar will give the fairy a new body, a spiritual body, one of coal and amber, until it gets stronger, becomes a great being of fire, and comes back to life, at the same time expulsing it from the jar as it won't be a spirit fairy anymore, back to life.
The jar can also create a body from unliving or artificial matter. As such, filling the jar with normal pebbles can create a rocky spiritual body that can grow in strenght until it becomes a mountain, and the jar rejects it.
The jar can store within itself a maximum of ten different spirits. To deactivate the jar, simply sever it from it's spiritual body. To reactivate the jar, simply make sure a spirit is contained within it and give it a good, strong kick.
PS: DO NOT UNCORK THE JAR AT ANY COST WHILE IT IS ACTIVATED.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 7:09 pm
More grumbling. The rest of the book was actually the exact same thing, only written in different languages. Languages that Bernard didn't understand at all anyway, so it didn't really matter to him. What did matter was that the jar thing was hella intriguing. Finally, after a lot of mumbling and a little of chewing on his own lip, Bernard decided to take the greatest decision of his career.
What did the book say again? A good kick? One, two step back. A deep breath, silence ... and the foot flew.
No one ever heard of Bernard after that. The smithy was quite moody the next day, because ne never got his metal either.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 9:35 pm
The sword was still humming and radiating a strong necromantic aura.
"You know this will just get the authorities on you as well as them, yes?"
The sword mumbled as the second rune on it's blade faded away. The intensity growing stronger. Black mist swirling around the blade.
Victor was sitting still, staring up at the sky. A vaguely tired expression on his features.
"Yes well, the sooner they get here, the sooner I can leave it to them. don't you think I delayed them long enough with what I did?"
The sword sounded surprised.
"you mean you weren't being serious?"
The vampire eyed his sword somewhat annoyed.
"If I was intending to fight seriously, why would I lock away my power? OTHER then the obvious reason." he said as he raised a finger to cut off the sword's arguement. "If I had really wanted to stop them, I would have removed all limits and crushed them. But that would hardly be fun -or- sporting on my part. And besides, I've got this feeling I might be needed here in any case."
He said as he glanced in the general direction of the docks where said creature was thrashing about and causing a ruckus.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 5:09 am
Lady Sierra *The elf stared at the pages in the book a moment longer, re-reading the last few lines. Fumei... the name rang a bell... But she couldn't place it. Too many thoughts were flying around in her head, and she was having trouble fitting them together.
While everything told her she was alone in the room, she instinctively felt it was an illusion... but she was too weak to tell for sure. Her surroundings just didn't feel right, and if she looked at certain places for too long it made her eyes itch.
Sitting on the edge of the bed she stares at the book thoughtfully. What had been done to Victor to warp him so much? And what on earth did he need her for? So little of this made sense... just what was Destruction? She wasn't sure she wanted to know... but it seemed to her, it was something she needed to learn about as much as she could either way.
Then it hit her again... a wave of dizzying nausea that caused her all ready pale skin to pale further, as she concentrated on her breathing and accepting the sensations that were assaulting her, into her body.
Gradually the nausea faded and she was all left to ponder what was wrong with her? Was this just a side effect of the coma?
She sat and waited... waited for Victor to reveal himself to her. She knew he was there... he had to be.* The sounds of squeaking wheels would finally be heard, as something outside of the door came closer and closer. The moment was tense, and building up a climax, as anyone could really have been behind that door. Was it Victor? Was it this....Fumei? Maybe someone coming in to make her feel more "comfortable"? The wheels came to a halt, and shuffled footfalls were heard, before the doorknob began turning. And turning. And turning. Until it twisted open, swinging in all the way. Framed in the doorway, the outline of a figure was briefly seen, as artificial light gushed in from the hallway, and into the candlelit room. The blinding was momentary, since Sierra would no doubt adjust and be able to see fine again. Standing there, was a young girl, no older than 17 at best. Her eyes were milky, and held a sort of distant gaze to them, and she was dressed just like a maid would be dressed. In one hand, she still held the doorknob, and in the other, a silver tray. The source of the wheels? A foodcart. "Good morning, did Mistress sleep well?" The young girl spoke, as she began walking forward, balacing the tray expertly in one hand. How strange!
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 1:37 pm
Meryl Tomorrow Putting him down beside her, hopefully safe now from whatever was going on, Meryl grabbed his shoulders and shook them. He didn't look that flash. "Oi! Whats been going on here?! Who's been causing this?! Answer me!"In his delirious state, Silver wasn't quite sure what had just happaned. One moment, he had been stumbling forward, barely able to keep standing, the next, someone had grabbed onto him and flung him onto a rooftop and started shaking him about. At first, he was overjoyed that his prayers had been answered, but even with distorted double vision, he could tell that his saviour had not been Mitsuyo. " Wh... what the? Who are you? Where am I? I don't have time for this... I have to get... some help... there's big trouble at the docks... z-zombie things... and... and..." Speaking through heavy, labored breaths, Silver raised his arms to push this crazy woman's off of him, and using his bokken as a brace, managed to barely get to his feet. He turned to walk away, not getting more than two steps before collapsing onto the rooftop again, dropping his weapon.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 1:44 pm
(okay, since that's how it is.)
He picked himself up with a grunt, dusting his now-ruined clothing off. Glancing at the sword as it's second rune started to fade.
"Almost time now, boss." The sword hummed, it sounded like it was concentrating on something.
"Yeah yeah, I know." He reached up and ripped both of his sleeves off. Showing that his forearms were wrapped in bandages with Chinese curses written all over them. He started to unwrap them and let them fall. As he did, they each flew over to his sword and started to wrap around the blade. The dark aura being surpressed and more focused, less noticiable now as it's energy started to be concentrated.
"You really need to find an easier, quicker way to do this, boss." The sword said with a tone of disapproval.
"Hey, if it was easy, I'd be tempted to do it everytime I got in a tight spot. Which said I have said many times is hardly fun or fair."
"I think you're just upset you got your rear wooped by some kids."
"Hey, I'm still here dammit, granted, they did prove to be more impressive then what I would have expected from a necromancy cult. Normally they have other necromancers or those enhanced by necromancy. But thier abilieis seemed more specialized then others I've met. This cult interests me."
"you're not thinking of joining are you?" The sword sounded abit worried.
"What the hell are you thinking? I'm a conquerer. A warlord. If I had any desire to combine my power with thiers I'd ask -them- to follow -me-. You should know better."
He chuckled quietly as his bandages were now tightly wrapped around the blade. Only a small bit of dark energy seeping out here and there as he reached down and hefted the weapon, slinging it over his back as he stepped to the edge of the rooftop.
"Remind me again, what all abilities do I unlock at level three?"
"What? you didn't remember?"
"Hey, I just remember that level 3 has my vampiric powers fully unlocked. Wasn't number one my pryomancy?"
"Yes, your full pyromancy is unlocked, then level 2 is your blood-magic. Three is your full vampiric power. 4 is your fully necromantic power. and 5 is all of your unholy magic."
Victor was nodding with each sentance his sword spoke.
"Yes, three should be sufficient to deal with this lot. Let me know when you've powered up that far and I'll unseal you." With that he leapt off of the building, landing on the ground hard. Causing a small crater to form as he stood up and started walking towards the docks where the strange creature was with his bandaged sword over his shoulder. A hand resting on his hip.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:34 pm
Vahn Kyonuske The sounds of squeaking wheels would finally be heard, as something outside of the door came closer and closer. The moment was tense, and building up a climax, as anyone could really have been behind that door. Was it Victor? Was it this....Fumei? Maybe someone coming in to make her feel more "comfortable"? The wheels came to a halt, and shuffled footfalls were heard, before the doorknob began turning. And turning. And turning. Until it twisted open, swinging in all the way. Framed in the doorway, the outline of a figure was briefly seen, as artificial light gushed in from the hallway, and into the candlelit room. The blinding was momentary, since Sierra would no doubt adjust and be able to see fine again. Standing there, was a young girl, no older than 17 at best. Her eyes were milky, and held a sort of distant gaze to them, and she was dressed just like a maid would be dressed. In one hand, she still held the doorknob, and in the other, a silver tray. The source of the wheels? A foodcart. "Good morning, did Mistress sleep well?" The young girl spoke, as she began walking forward, balacing the tray expertly in one hand. How strange!
The elf's golden gaze drank everything outwardly noticeable about her. Quickly she noted the milky distant gaze... And made a guess that the girl who had been sent to attend her was blind.
This actually impressed the elf maiden, for the girl seemed sure and confident in her surroundings, and apparently was able to function quite competently.
Even if she WAS blind though... that didn't eliminate her as a threat. Sierra stood with fluid grace, rising to greet the girl.*
"Umm... Actually I slept rather terribly... But thank you anyways."
*Sierra tilts her head to the side observing the maid curiously and with a degree of cautiousness.*
"You seem to have me at a disadvantage... For you're perfectly comfortable in your surroundings and situation... And I am not. I know not where I am, although I can hazzard a guess as to the nature of my 'visit'... But I do not know your name or who you are...."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 3:36 pm
Silver Alexander In his delirious state, Silver wasn't quite sure what had just happaned. One moment, he had been stumbling forward, barely able to keep standing, the next, someone had grabbed onto him and flung him onto a rooftop and started shaking him about. At first, he was overjoyed that his prayers had been answered, but even with distorted double vision, he could tell that his saviour had not been Mitsuyo. " Wh... what the? Who are you? Where am I? I don't have time for this... I have to get... some help... there's big trouble at the docks... z-zombie things... and... and..." Speaking through heavy, labored breaths, Silver raised his arms to push this crazy woman's off of him, and using his bokken as a brace, managed to barely get to his feet. He turned to walk away, not getting more than two steps before collapsing onto the rooftop again, dropping his weapon. Meryl muttered to herself in Tribal as she ran forward to catch him, lowering him to the ground gently. Wiping the sweat off his brow and brushing his hair from his face, she pulled a small pocket flashlight from her webbing and turned it to his eyes, watching as they dialated and contracted, before holding her fingers to his throat, feeling his pulse. "Hmph...better get some help to you right away..." She whispered as she put her flashlight away and pulled out a small radio. Squat, black and ugly, the thing was a miniture frequency 'puncher' - able to take over all the frequencies within a 1 mile raduis to get a short message out. "If there are any Sheild or Spear operatives out there, i have a wounded civilian on the roof of Warehouse...39B. Possibile internal wounding and broken bones. Needs immediate evac. I repeat, severely wounded civilian on the roof of Warehouse 39B, immediate evac required, over."Meryl could have sworn she heard a jeep in the distance...but with all this fog, the crackling of the radio, and the guy breathing hard in front of her, it was hard to tell. Switching the radio off, she pulled a small beacon 'tab' off the edge and slipped it into one of his pockets - if nobody got the message, the tag would. It was a standard distress beacon, only miniture in size. "Someones gonna be coming for you. Just dont move and wait till they get here, okay?" Meryl whispered to the man, before standing and walking to the edge of the roof, looking out to where the docks had exploded and something had come out. ...That would be her next point of interest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 4:23 pm
"Ci... civillian...? You got it all wrong, lady... "
With much effort, Silver managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees, and hold the position, although quite wobbily. Sweat dripped from his face.
"I'm Kyonuske... I've fought off worse before... I don't need any medical assisstance... my clansmen will be along any minute now to clean up this mess... I just..."
He then tried to push himself up into a kneeling and then standing position, but only managed to topple over backwards onto his back.
"Need a few minutes... hah... to rest, first... that's all... hah..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 5:55 pm
"I'm so sure I left it there ... graaah, and I just closed my eyes to take a nap, too. Where the hell did it roll off to this time?"
Le sigh. Still down in the sewer, a young woman was grumbling to herself, visibly looking for something, considerably clashing with her surroundings. While the cavers were gray with grime and sewer remains encrusted in their old walls, the lady was, well, wearing white. A black hat, too, with beige pants and walking boots. She was having quite a hard time not falling from the slippery stones, but had managed fairly well up to now.
"Ah, there it is!"
She had found the Spirit Jar. Nicely enough, it was that Spirit Jar she had been looking for. It had moved a little from it's old place though, probably rolled aside by a strong tide. Grinning, she moved up close and ran her fingers upon the crude stone surface of the jar. She had finally found a spirit fairy that'd allow her to move the jar. Now would be time to try it.
"Where's this seal ... ah, there."
Out of a pocket, she produced a tiny ticket of paper. Whistling to herself, she ripped the paper in two, ate one half and stuffed the other inside the spirit jar. That done, she crouched, wrapped her arms around the base of the spherical jar ...
... and lifted it like it was foam.
"Heave-ho!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 6:12 pm
Lady Sierra *Sierra squinted into the blinding hallway light, her eyes readjusting quickly, allowing her gaze to fall on the young maid.
The elf's golden gaze drank everything outwardly noticeable about her. Quickly she noted the milky distant gaze... And made a guess that the girl who had been sent to attend her was blind.
This actually impressed the elf maiden, for the girl seemed sure and confident in her surroundings, and apparently was able to function quite competently.
Even if she WAS blind though... that didn't eliminate her as a threat. Sierra stood with fluid grace, rising to greet the girl.*
"Umm... Actually I slept rather terribly... But thank you anyways."
*Sierra tilts her head to the side observing the maid curiously and with a degree of cautiousness.*
"You seem to have me at a disadvantage... For you're perfectly comfortable in your surroundings and situation... And I am not. I know not where I am, although I can hazzard a guess as to the nature of my 'visit'... But I do not know your name or who you are...." The girl manuevered herself through the room quite well, with tray balanced on one hand. At this point, one might have actually whether she was really blind or not... but would you try asking a blind person if they were really blind? Her french maid outfit was neatly pressed, and wonderfully ruffled, her black stockinged legs nimbly picking through the furniture of the room, to get at her bedside. "I'm sorry... was the Mistress not satisfied with her bed?" the girl spoke, as she placed the tray down onto the bed. Without even waiting for a reply, she then pulled the domed top off, a hiss of steam issuing out-- revealing possibly the most delicious breakfast any person would die to have. "Master Victor asked me to attend to you. He said you'd be staying with us, and as long as you were, I was to be with you. He said he would have done it himself, but that you might not trust him, and would feel better with another woman."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 6:50 pm
*The elf maiden shakes her head, still unsure as to whether or not the woman could sense or see what she did movement or expression wise.*
"Ah... No the bed was fine thank you. It was the nature of my dream."
*Sierra listens carefully, her empathetic senses sharply atuned to this young woman. She hadn't lied once, and she felt no malice eminate towards her.
Realxing somewhat, she considered what the maid had said. Victor was right to persume that she didn't trust him... Every fibre in her being told her to be wary of that man. But was she more comfortable with another woman? Perhaps. But right now she needed answers, and from what little she knew of Victor... getting those any time soon would be unlikely.
She smiles at the girl and finds that her tone of voice is genuinely warm and pleasant as she speaks.*
"I think your master may be right... But I do wish to speak with him as soon as he is available... What's your name dearling?"
*As she awaits a response, her attention is turned towards the tray of breakfast and her stomach rumbles audiably, her sense of smell tantalized by the wafting aromas drifting from the gourmet breakfast before her. As her tummy rumbles, Sierra blushes and apologizes.*
"I'm sorry about that, 'twasn't very lady like. I guess it's been some time since I last ate..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 12:36 am
Silver Alexander " Ci... civillian...? You got it all wrong, lady... " With much effort, Silver managed to push himself up onto his hands and knees, and hold the position, although quite wobbily. Sweat dripped from his face. " I'm Kyonuske... I've fought off worse before... I don't need any medical assisstance... my clansmen will be along any minute now to clean up this mess... I just..." He then tried to push himself up into a kneeling and then standing position, but only managed to topple over backwards onto his back. " Need a few minutes... hah... to rest, first... that's all... hah..." Meryl muttered over her shoulder, looking around her at the fog surrounding them. "I don't care if you're Odin himself, in the state you're in you should be accepting any help offered."Meryl snorted, stepping off the edge of the building to walk back to the man, unclipping her cloak and draping it over him. "Lie still. The fog is soaking you to the bone, and you're already injured - keep still, take slow breaths, and dont be an idiot."She then sat down beside him. Pulling out her handgun, the pistol gleaming even in the dampness of the fog around them, she placed it on the ground before her, before pulling out her twin tonfas and putting them beside the gun. Now all she had for a weapon was the Lament, still secure behind her, strapped to her back. Crossing her legs and pressing the tips of her fingers together, she closed her green eyes and let out a slow breath. This would take an equal amount of time, skill and a combination of her powers. It seemed like they were safe up here, for now anyways. Blue static, soft sparks of electricity spat off her arms and laced over her chest-plate as she softly began to speak in a forigen, dead language - Tribal, an ancient language that was only known to a unique few people on Gaia. As she whispered the words her fingertips began to glow a soft blue - before she suddenly pulled her fingers apart, static leaping from either side as the light followed like a neon arch. Turning her arms completely, she drew five circles of light into the air with both her hands before each of her fingers began to inscribe Runes into each track of the five circles. It was a Tribal spell, taught to her by the Goddess Sif, the wife of Thor, also known as John Tomorrow, her adopted father. In the breif time Sif had lived with the Tomorrows she had trained Meryl in the ways of Tribal swordsmanship and Spiritual power, something Tomorrow did not know. Meryl had continued to dabble in her Spirit powers after Sif had left, even though her main powers were Water and Lightening elementals. She continued to whisper gently, electricity sparking off her body softly as her fingers continued to draw in the air, the glyph slowly beginning to take form.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:48 pm
Lady Sierra *The elf maiden shakes her head, still unsure as to whether or not the woman could sense or see what she did movement or expression wise.*
"Ah... No the bed was fine thank you. It was the nature of my dream."
*Sierra listens carefully, her empathetic senses sharply atuned to this young woman. She hadn't lied once, and she felt no malice eminate towards her.
Realxing somewhat, she considered what the maid had said. Victor was right to persume that she didn't trust him... Every fibre in her being told her to be wary of that man. But was she more comfortable with another woman? Perhaps. But right now she needed answers, and from what little she knew of Victor... getting those any time soon would be unlikely.
She smiles at the girl and finds that her tone of voice is genuinely warm and pleasant as she speaks.*
"I think your master may be right... But I do wish to speak with him as soon as he is available... What's your name dearling?"
*As she awaits a response, her attention is turned towards the tray of breakfast and her stomach rumbles audiably, her sense of smell tantalized by the wafting aromas drifting from the gourmet breakfast before her. As her tummy rumbles, Sierra blushes and apologizes.*
"I'm sorry about that, 'twasn't very lady like. I guess it's been some time since I last ate..." "Master is busy at the moment, and said it wouldn't be important enough to speak with you before you've had your meal and showered. He will call for you later after he's seen to his business." The maid simply offered, as she rolled the domed lid along the length of her arm and held it there, before turning and heading back to the foodcart. Her raven hair swayed gently along her backside, her hands gripping along the surface of the cart, until they found a simialr tray, except smaller. "It's important that you eat, and regain your strength."
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