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Witch of the Wild Captain
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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 4:44 pm
Introduction to Insanity...
 This is the realm of Sheogorath, an ancient god of Insanity. The world reflects his mind state, ever changing, from dark and demented to cheery and strange. There is no rhyme or reason to his world or his motives save for sheer entertainment. He in not good or evil, he just is.
One would say expect the unexpected, but even then you wouldn't be prepared for what is in the depths of Sheogorath's mind. Sheogorath is master, and once inside one cannot leave without Sheogorath's permission, or his death, and to try to kill him...would be hazardous to one's health.
The World of Insanity has some strange effects on energies, there for there are restrictions one certain abilities.
1. Telepath or any type of Psionic abilities cannot effect anyone or anything created by Sheogorath.
2. Teleportation is null and void in Sheogorath's world, you can teleport in, but not out. (Thus includes Portals...and such too)
3. The only magicks that work in Sheogorath's realm are defensive magicks, and any demon summoned into his realm dies shortly after
People dragged into Sheogorath's realm usually wake in an area of his realm, tailored to fit their abilities. (whether in a good way or a bad way)Also within about 50 yards of them, they will find a pedestal of stone with a message from Sheogorath:
'Hello and Welcome to the Realm of Insanity, I am Sheogorath and I will be your Host. Do not expect to be leaving until I decide I am through with you...Do watch your step, because your perceptions of reality are all null and void here...Enjoy your stay and guard your sanity...
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:44 pm
 She who dances with shadows...
Kyra rubbed her face and sat up...Had she really fallen asleep? Wait did she get knocked out? She was fight, she had just dodged a few bullets, and some pulled out an assault rifle...Was she dead? Kyra stood up carefully, and found her surroundings to be a bit strange. The ground was solid stone...an island surrounded by green hissing liquid. The small island was only ten foot in diameter. On it contained a small pedestal of stone...Sheogorath? Realm of Insanity? What the hell is going on?
Straight head of her, probably a good mile in distance, was land, a green luscious looking forest. Nothing like where she was...but she had no way off of the rock. She reached in her satin bag and pulled out a dollar, then dipped it in the green liquid...it hissed and sizzled. She pulled the dollar out finding that only what hadn't touched the liquid was intact, the rest dissolved.
"A sea of acid...marvelous..." she muttered turning from the green forest, to find nothing but more green sea behind her. Malos...? Nothing...it was like he didn't exist, even if he couldn't answer he she could still tell he was there. She wasn't great at asking him for help...or anyone for that matter...but this was weird...beyond weird...it was...insane. She turned back to the forest wondering if she missed something...maybe there was a way to get there and all she found was a wire...Barbed Wire, strung out like a tight rope over the sea of acid. "Where the hell did that even come from?" she demanded, it hadn't been there before.
She was pretty sure she could make it across without touching the slightly enlarged barbs, if she stepped just perfectly. One misstep and she would slice her foot open. She was skeptical at first, She gingerly stepped on to it, testing her weight ready to jump off if happened to break. It held firm, and didn't seem to have much give. She took a deep breath and took another step carefully placing her foot between the barbs. She began gaining confidence as she moved along, taking her what she would estimate as fifteen minutes to reach the center. That was a long time to balance on a wire, her feet were becoming sore, but not as sore as they would be if she stepped on a barb, she reminded her self. Moving swiftly, she tried to pick up her pace, and succeeded, nearly the end in as little a ten minutes, when she was a mere ten feet away she stopped and carefully bent at the knee, and jumped, and landed on soft grass, she flopped down letting out a sigh of relief, she turned to look at how far she had gone but oddly all she saw was a field of grass, the acid sea and barbed wire tight rope gone.
"...that's...not okay..."
I'm a Gypsy, are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes and wear them
if they fit me, I never make agreements,
just like a gypsy...
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 9:03 pm
 Echo awoke from a semi-sound sleep when intense heat hit his face. As his eyes shot open he observed a skeletal creature wreathed in flame that was watching him. On instinct he reached for his blade, but it wasnt there, his gauntlets were gone as well, he was completely unarmed against this strange opponent. He released a sonic blast that barely fazed the fire being, merely shifting the flames slightly, as if it were a cool breeze. His opponent pounced, knocking him back about twenty feet and setting his clothing on fire. With a grunt of annoyance he ripped the shirt off, upon doing so he heard the shirt hit something made of stone. It was a stone pedestal engraved with a message, he looked back at the demon, who motioned towards the pedestal and leapt into the air, disappearing into a hole in the roof of the chasm he was trapped in. When the beast was gone, he examined the pedestal. The message was "Hello and Welcome to the Realm of Insanity, I am Sheogorath and I will be your Host. Do not expect to be leaving until I decide I am through with you...Do watch your step, because your perceptions of reality are all null and void here...Enjoy your stay and guard your sanity..." Echo scoffed, "What sanity?" As he spoke these words large stone islands floated up around him and began circling him. As they made their rotation, he noticed that their rotation took them to the escape above. Focusing his chi into his muscles he leapt to the first stone, and circled his way up the weird staircase. After what seemed like hours he was out. Surveying the surrounding area, he noticed a constantly altering landscape. From beautiful forests, to sandy deserts, even to vast seas, but in the center of it all there was a large city, "I guess if I want any answers I should head that way", he chuckled to himself as he started walking.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 4:52 pm
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
She had been sitting and lying in wait for the next pawn that her father brought in. She used her ability to camouflage herself to hide from his view, but she was about 30 feet to the left of him. Her thick boots moving soundlessly in the tall grasses that partially obscured her. This was her home, the ever changing landscape of this world, her sheer purpose to create more problems for the pawns her father brought here.
He wasn't truly her father in the biological sense, but he created her, and did humans not call their creator their father? She wasn't really human either, she didn't know what she was, she had never thought about it really. She never thought about a lot of things, the world around her that constantly changed...it never occurred to her to think about where these pawns that Sheogorath stole ended up or where they even came from. The concept of a stable world was something she couldn't fathom.
Kayle slowly drew her trench knife, as to not make any noise and drew closer, still blending into her surroundings. TRENCH KNIFE
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You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:47 pm
His survival instincts taking hold, Echo began to search for thick branches that he could fashion into a suitable weapon. He cut the branch he found most suitable with a well aimed blast of sonic energy. After a few minutes of carving he had fashioned a suitable bo staff and kept on his trek to the center of the city.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:38 am
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
Kayle had kept moving for a bit when he stopped so that she'd be in front of him. Uncamouflaging herself she stood in his path trench knife in one hand and spiked leather glove on the other, both weapons in her arsenal. She summoned a cold breeze in what was currently warm weather, another attention getter..."Now just where do ya, dink yer goin' lad?" Her accent was weird it didn't make much sense to most people that were pulled there. It sounded like an odd mixture of a Russian, Irish and French accent but it was very light. No doubt another emphasis on Sheogorath's lack of sanity.
"Where ever it is, ya can't go dere, wit out goin' throw meh first...rules and all nothing personal."
TRENCH KNIFE
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You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:07 pm
"Wow, you dont so much as speak the words as you do chew them up and spit them out do you?" Echo said taking a defensive stance. Using the bo staff he flipped dust into her eyes and taking a powerful swipe at her head.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:38 pm
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
Kayle cocked her head to the side, she didn't quite get it. Then she found herself on her back, she blocked the blow to her head with her trench knife with much effort.
"Yer good ain't ya? should be fun," She hopped back to her feet and aimed a kick to the back of his knee. Then she aimed a punch with the spiked side of the trench knife to the side of his head.
"Ahem really sorry 'bout this, fadder, deemands it dough," She told him as she threw the punch.
TRENCH KNIFE
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You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:10 pm
Witch of the Wild Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve Kayle cocked her head to the side, she didn't quite get it. Then she found herself on her back, she blocked the blow to her head with her trench knife with much effort.
"Yer good ain't ya? should be fun," She hopped back to her feet and aimed a kick to the back of his knee. Then she aimed a punch with the spiked side of the trench knife to the side of his head.
"Ahem really sorry 'bout this, fadder, deemands it dough," She told him as she threw the punch.
TRENCH KNIFE†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters "Never apologize for a good fight," he jumped to avoid the kick and smacked her knife hand back down with the staff. In another blur of movement, he had the staff to her throat.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 7:38 pm
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
Kayle drew in a sharp breath, a slight fear running through her. Her silver eyes narrowed, "Ah kin not be ended, if ah am ah will b'gin again, from da b'ginning I don like it...So if ya don mind..."
Kayle jumped straight up and landed on his staff, throwing a punch toward his head with her spiked glove, and thrusting her trench knife toward his gut.
TRENCH KNIFE
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You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:11 pm
"If you dont like it", he flipped the staff out from underneath her and caught both of her hands, "Then why tolerate it?" He stared into her eyes, his eyes shifting from purple to mimic the silver color of her own.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:04 am
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
She stopped dead, her head cocked to the side. For a brief moment she only looked at him, "He created me...and he can uncreate me just as easy as he could uncreate this world and kill everyone he brought into it." She said simply and pulled abruptly away from him. The winds picked up around them, an involuntary reaction to her agitation.
TRENCH KNIFE
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You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:13 am
 "Being the creator, doesn't entail being a tyrant", he picked up her trench knife and looked at it thoughtfully. "For example, in a motion of my hand, I could kill hundreds, but if those hundreds decide to rise, I'm powerless, he can't control you if you dont allow yourself to be controlled." He tossed the knife to the side and approached her again. "Do you want to be nothing but the whim of a madman?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:32 am
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
Her eyes darted nervously to her weapon, the winds growing colder. Madman? Then she laughed, she hadn't a clue why...she didn't need a reason, "Relative term I suppose, being mad, for all intents and purposes you're the crazy one, as sure as the sky is blue...but wait...today it's not, today it's..." She looked up at the sky, her ramblings revealing her lack of sanity, and just why should she be sane? She was created by the god of insanity. Her ramblings however really just meant to change the subject, "How doesn't so called insanity relate to sanity and who can be the judge...it's magenta..."
TRENCH KNIFE
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You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
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Witch of the Wild Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:40 am
Tired of her ramblings, Echo cut her off with a motion of his hand. "If you truly are just meant to be a distraction, then you've done your job and sufficiently wasted my time." He twirled the bo staff and broke it over the side of her head. "You're a good fighter, but you're too caught up in your madness to actually enjoy a brawl." He picked up her trench knife as he walked away.
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