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Post by Gelquie on Apr 12, 2003 0:13:51 GMT -5
Tylvanias, thankfull that the mysterious figure was now dead, realised that what had come in what not an orc, but a drow. Tylvanias then flashed back into a daydream about her nightmare, only there was an addition at the beginning.
Tylvanias Daydreams...
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Tylvanias asked the wall. The wall seemed to somehow reply.
"Because we want you to do a little deed for us," the wall replied, moving with each tone.
"What is the deed? I would like to know."
"You must betray and destroy your friends, the ones you have helped through all of this experience."
"I can't do that! They helped me of my curse! I was about to disappear out of existance, and nobody would even know that I was around! Why would I want to..."
"You have no choice. It is either them or the world..."
"Or you!"
"You DARE interuppt me? You shall feel my wrath!"
A mystical wind comes by along with a fine little tune. The thing that Tylvanias was vulnerable to, and she never told anybody about it. Tylvanias started to feel weird, and she passed out.
Tylvanias woke up later to find herself in chains and... I think you know the rest.
Back to the story...
Tylvanias seemed to be lost in her daydream, and did not notice that someone was talking to her...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2003 3:30:24 GMT -5
At Forlions cry, people of all different races, orcs, elfes, halflings (hobits hehe), humans, dwarfes, ran from their houses, brandishing many varietys of weapons and even chained up beasts. There were obvious signs that some of them were roped in travelers, but they all seemed to merge together like one huge war machine.
They headed towards the entrances, were Drow were pileing in by the second.
The war had begun.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Apr 12, 2003 7:49:35 GMT -5
Shoni gasped, suddenly realizing what was happening. Wishing she had Apollith, she unsheathed Austere, looked at it reverently, and joined the throng.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2003 10:13:34 GMT -5
Out of the balconies of the churches and buildings stepped bards. Elven bards. They began playing some kind of war tune. The affect was obvious. People got strong, faster more vicious, right before your eyes.
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 12, 2003 17:12:42 GMT -5
At the sound of the tune, Tylvanias popped out of the daydream to find that the church was empty. Still bewildered about the daydream, she walked over to the doors, pushed open the doors of the church, and found everyone going to battle. Tylvanias planned on fighting back, but a strange thought came to her mind...
If you fight back, you will be a Prisoner of War or POW. Your daydreams and nightmares will come true, but will be tweaked a little bit.
Tylvanias didn't know what that meant or what was going on. She tried to ignore the voices in her head and go to the battlements, but the voice continued to follow her.
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Post by bludragn3 on Apr 17, 2003 17:11:12 GMT -5
Animus was taken aback. "A war? I knew I should have brought my flamethrower..."
Thinking fast, Animus looked around. He spied a small stream in the distance. He ran off towards it. He had an idea...
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 19, 2003 16:09:25 GMT -5
OOC: Is this board dead?
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Post by sollunaestrella on Apr 19, 2003 16:13:27 GMT -5
OOC: I don't know. Are we going to go into detail about the war or whatever? We could just say, "After they won the war..." or whatever, but that would be kind of boring.  What shall happen? |
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 19, 2003 16:14:49 GMT -5
OOC: I don't know. Are we going to go into detail about the war or whatever? We could just say, "After they won the war..." or whatever, but that would be kind of boring. What shall happen? OOC: Well, I do have a plan for Tylvanias being a POW. (Prisoner of War) |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2003 5:00:05 GMT -5
OOC: whatever! Gentle, tell us your plan and we will try and fit it in.
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Post by bludragn3 on Apr 22, 2003 17:03:52 GMT -5
((I was going to have Animus use a special lightning potion on the stream and harness the power of hydroelectricity, but maybe that won't work...))
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Post by Gelquie on Apr 22, 2003 18:37:36 GMT -5
OOC: whatever! Gentle, tell us your plan and we will try and fit it in. OOC: Tylvanias would be firing bows, but she would run out and take our her sword, she would cross the other side of the wall and slash at a few, when she saw a bright flash of light and fell unconcious. Mabye. |
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Post by hippiesoul on Apr 24, 2003 6:28:32 GMT -5
OOC: Guys I'm terribly sorry for not posting anything recently... I've been busy with other stuff and that took all my time and imagination I had left... Really sorry.  IC: Cyra looked around looking lost. She had a dagger and a sword but still she didn't feel safe. She tried her best, though and as a Drow approached, she slayed him with the sword, his head falling on the ground spilling blood everywhere. Cyra was surprised. "Will you just see what nervousism does... I never knew my fear and insecureness could be turned into strengh and fury--" She didn't finish her thought. She kept running forward and stabbing and killing the enemies as she could. OOC: I say we develop on this war a bit so Gentle can have her character made a PoW. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2003 9:58:15 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, ok.
Forlion looked up, hearing screams from above. A couple of drow had breached the guards and were using some kind of curse, summoning a bolt of electricty that seemed to teleport people away when it hit. "Prisoners!" he muttered before swearing, and turning to save them
He bolted up in to the tower of the temple. From his elevated view point he began throwing some kind of magical fire. He looked round after incinerating one of the kidnappers, he heard screams from Tylvanias. Throwing flame, burning her attackers, he beconed for her to come help.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Apr 25, 2003 10:23:29 GMT -5
In the confusion, Shoni slayed two drows, and she tried to use her miniscule healing powers on a few of the fighters against the drows. She tried using som eother Zirlae to strike down enemies, but, since the drows had originally come from elves, her earth magic ran off them, as they did to orcs and other elves. The drows had also used some kind of spell so that she could not look into their minds. Swearing, she realized that she would have to rely on sheer strength and the unique magic of Austere.
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What shall happen?