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Post by Tiger on May 12, 2013 21:14:07 GMT -5
((Stinky Pile O' Poo/Guild Meeting))
A thin chuckle slipped from Tiger's lips. "Nice. Yes. Apparently she was just the quiet type of crazy." She considered Azzie's words about the Librarian. "That's true. And I guess I'm not the one who should be judging based on looks."
"It all feels so weird."
Tiger nodded. Their home and over half the mages were gone, an army of zombies was on the move, some insane secretary-type sat on the Dunburrow throne...weird was the only word for it.
The bird went from curiosity to serious interest when it started shrieking and circling. Squinting, she replied to Azzie, "It's a hawk...what's that in its claws, a snake?" The raptor then dropped the object; Azzie went to catch it, but Tiger stayed still, frowning...something in that shriek...
She glanced at the Guild leaders, and decided they were too busy talking, and how long was this stupid hood going to hide her face, anyway, and she pulled it back enough for her rounded ears to poke out. The hawk's cry came much more clearly now.
((I hope I'm interpretting this right XD)) C...a...p...t...u...r...e...d...
Tiger had to listen twice more to get all the leters. Figuring out the order they went in took less time thanks to all the consonants. "apture...tured...cap...captured?"
Azzie returned with a ribbon. Tiger frowned, not immediately recognizing it. "Well...it could be from a mage..." She looked up at the hawk, then suddenly back at Azzie, her dark eyes widening. "Ellen. She can turn into animals - she wears her hair in a braid - I didn't know she could make animals speak, but it's close..."
She spun on her heel to see if the Guild leaders had finished talking yet, and her hood flopped the rest of the way over. They'd all have a good look at the mage's urgent expression; the Archmage needed to know about this. As soon as the pirate was out of here...
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Post by Lord Hayati on May 12, 2013 21:38:32 GMT -5
((STINKY PILEO POO))
Malleus dashed in the trees, hoping his wits would catch up to his speed. Where did he need to go... Castle... kes... Kestrel.
"Focus, you dunderhead. Time is up the esse-" He broke a branch, and fell right next to Tiger. Luckily, his cards were safe, but his sack of kunai opened, spilling out his tools.
(-10 Kunai)
"Me and my big mouth!" He exclaimed.
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Post by Tiger on May 13, 2013 19:44:04 GMT -5
((Stinky Pile-O-Poo)) ((Okay, gonna let other people post after this, just feel like Tiger needs to deal with Hayati reeeaaal quick))
Tiger was getting really tired of being shocked today.
When the tree branch snapped, so did Tiger's temper; she lunged for the stranger as soon as she processed that he was there, aiming to snatch him by the arms, wrench them behind his back, and hold him in place before he could escape or attack or...whatever in the NTWF's name he'd come to do. He was lucky Tiger's roleplayer couldn't remember if the mage had claws to dig into his shoulder, and luckier that she erred on the side of caution and didn't grant them spur-of-the-moment.
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Post by Huntress on May 15, 2013 16:28:53 GMT -5
((Somewhere in the countryside en route to Castle Kestrel))
The zombie generals gathered carefully around the beer cart, the actual flanks of zombies keeping a respectful and cautious distance. The merchant beamed at them.
"What is your name, merchant?" Hellas demanded, peering at a full tankard on the counter. It looked like it'd just been poured, and yet the man hadn't been doing anything when he came to view. Then again, in order to not notice that an army of zombies is about to round the bend and reach your cart, you'd have to be a very special brand of unaware.
The beer also smelled heavenly.* In fact, it smelled familiar.
"It's Pete," said the merchant.
"I'm pretty sure the fella who sold beer in my time was called Pete," Brick commented. "Grandpapa of yours?"
"Coulda been, coulda been," the merchant said cheerfully. "Must've been the right generation. You see, we cycle names. My dad's name for instance was Eustace. My grandpa's name was Simon. His dad's name was Timmy, y'see, and so my full name is Peter Eustace Simon Timothy Ian... you get the picture... anyway, people call me Pete. You can see why."
"And at some point you start over with names again?" Alabaster asked, eyes widening.
"Ayep. So my dad's name, right, his full name was Eustace Simon Timothy Ian what-was-it-again, and grandpa's-"
"How much for the beer?" Hellas interrupted impatiently.
"Props for asking, I hear most armies just sort of take what they want," Pete said. "It's three shinies a tankard or whatever equivalent you have, I take pretty much all currencies. Keeps the economy going."
Hellas fumbled in whatever arcane depths served as pockets in his ancient uniform and produced a few shiny copper coins of the sort that'd make any archaeologist fall to his knees crying and promising to be a better man for the rest of his days. "Is this good?"
"Works," Pete said cheerfully, wiping the coins off the counter and pushing the tankard towards the zombie general. "And you, fellas? Trust me, this is the last beer break you'll get on this stretch."
The army, encouraged by one of the big generals getting a beer without complaints about discipline or duty as it so tended to happen, crowded closer. Pete served everyone who could produce any amount of coins a copious amount of beer, chatting amiably all the way, and as approving zombie-grumbles quickly showed, this really was proper beer, not the sort of stuff short-sighted mercants tend to peddle off to armies who're usually desperate to drink anything.
The merchant, trained to see everything at once, noticed the humans tagging along. He nodded at Dragus and Ellen, bowed for a second and took small packages wrapped in paper from a shelf under the cart.
"Here, you lot, sandwiches on the house," he said. "Zombies don't mind if they eat or not, but you look like you could use a boost. My wife made them this morning and she always forgets that I don't like pickles."
The three generals, having made sure that the army showed no signs of rioting because of access to beer, sat down in a little private circle. None of them liked the others all that much, but they were all good enough tacticians to know the value of a team and rank gravitates to rank. A hopeful little fairy carrying a small bag with BONDING MOMENTS written on it fluttered closer timidly, expecting to get squished like a mosquito any second.
The jelly critter called Krisseh approached Hellas as he sat down on a rock and buried his face in beer. "General Hellas, It seems we've been had. The "Ninja" that was stalking us has fled. they had set up a diversion. We must quickly move. We must catch Kestrel castle by surprise."
"All the less reason to hurry," Hellas said rather cheerfully. "Castle Kestrel is ours. If they go there, they'll have to deal with the troops we left behind plus our valkyrie leader, and while I might want to see what happens just for entertainment, I doubt she'll want us in the way. Our orders are clear."
Brick downed most of his tankard in one gulp and gave a broad satisfied burp.
"Okay, so," he began, not the type to let go of a question. "That son of yours. Why did you kill him?"
Hellas snorted.
"He was-" he began, and at that point Alabaster, who had been sipping his beer with extreme caution in case the new and fascinating liquid did something weird like blow his head off**, said, "Look, it's Sukhbataar."
The army segment of the fourth general had indeed come to view, and stomped to a halt by the cart a mere five minutes later. Sukhbataar didn't believe in moving slowly and the army being zombies eliminated all need for rest stops.
He stared at the beer party in front of him.
"Perfect, we can use the pause to regroup and organize the new flanks," Brick said jovially. "Come grab one."
*Assuming you're the sort who likes the smell of beer. If you're not, it tends to smell like hobos. ** It's an evolutionary fear for zombies.
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Post by Lord Hayati on May 15, 2013 20:40:50 GMT -5
((En route to Kestrel))
Krisseh drooped her head down, but then grew a sadistic smirk, as her general told her the news.
"I am sorry, I was misinformed. My mind was eaten, so... Wait... If we have kestrel... We should strike the town of brassport. Although I heard it is new, It carries shiny weapons, made of steam. It is about 45 miles from here... give or take 5. again, mind was eaten.
but, its your choice, sire."
Krisseh grabbed a tankard of beer... and promptly turned into rum ice cream, which sheate for herself, using her bare hands. After all, who cares for utencils when you're a zombie.
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Post by Draco on May 15, 2013 23:40:36 GMT -5
((Somewhere))
Shadowing Sukhbataar and his zombie horde was another army. Draco marched on with his fellow ninjas. He was surprised how he managed get away. But that awkward story was something that would need to be told another time. Possibly after a few drinks when this war was over. Only time would tell, but it was a really embarrassing moment for both him and Sukhbataar. They lost the ninjas that came to his rescue, but he got away and back to the army either way. He kept the army back at a distance though, not wanting to take the army full on, and especially if he managed to meet up with his allies. He steps to the top of a hill and could see them...
"Yep... Not going down there like this..."
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((Combined Armies))
Dragus looked to Ellen again.
"Hang in there, it's not much further. Of course, it does seem like they're having their own celebration at the moment."
He looks around at the rest of the zombies and shrugs.
"So it seems these generals aren't totally barbies for their leader after all. I would take this time to sit down and rest before they make us march again."
He sits down onto the ground, looking up when a sandwich was offered to him.
"Thanks."
He takes the sandwich, and looks at it. Shrugging he takes a bite.
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((Over Stinky Pile O' Poo))
Gil was circling the town. He could see there was some activity, but otherwise not sure what was going on. For all he knew it was some weird town festival, or panic, or something. Either way, it seemed like a good place to land and get some info on what was going on around the kingdom. He comes in for a landing a little outside of town, and drives the airship a little ways into town before parking in front of what looked to be a pretty busy building. Hopping out he looks around and walks in.
"Excuse me? I was hoping to get some info on current events?"
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Post by Pixie on May 17, 2013 15:26:49 GMT -5
((En Route to Castle Kestrel)) Once Draco pointed out the generals halted the army by the beer stand, the first thing Ellen did was to collapse into the grass in an area of relatively sparse zombie population. She lay there, for a moment, her breath still heavy and her body pulsing with weak pain. Once she reclaimed her breath and the aching subsided a little, she pulled herself up so she was sitting with her legs drawn up to her belly. She spectated the scene around her. The generals bought beer from a man who seemed not the least bit deterred by the facts his customers were the living dead, and then the zombie soldiers began to follow suit. Ellen searched the scene again, trying to find where Dragus was. Even if he was behind her, as he actually was, she was never quite good at finding things or people if she was actively searching them out. She once lost a book in the middle of reading the climax, and even though she looked for three hours she was still confused when she found it behind a bag of flour a few months latter. To this day she couldn't figure out how that happened. After a moment she turned behind her, palmed her face, and exclaimed "Ah... there you are!". She was about to speak, but at the moment she saw the salesman nod at them.
Her attention held, she was immediately drawn to his offer of free sandwiches. As she rose once more, and approached, the aroma went straight to her head, and the thought of food made her salivate. Despite her desperate circumstances she felt bad taking free food from the strange man. She fumbled in her bag for a few shinies. "Oh, Fyora... Thank you, sir! I haven't ate in a day and I've been quite hungry." She holds out the shinies "Oh, I can't take it for free, though, I can pay if you'd like..." She smiled up at him, accepting the package. "I am very grateful, and bless you and your wife!." She unwrapped the sandwich, and took a large bite. After dealing with the business man, she sat back down in the grass, and devoured the sandwich.
Ellen had a thought to attempt an escape then. With the zombies distracted, maybe she could flee, even if she lacked magic energy to make any tricks. The notion went out the window when she heard an increase in the noise level. More soldiers, Sukbataar. She turned to Dragus and stated softly "Another of their generals is here." Offhandedly, she inquired. "Hey, what do you want to do when this is all over? If it ever gets over..."
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Post by Amneiger on May 24, 2013 20:13:35 GMT -5
((That town by the coast))
Amneiger's communicator beeped, and he lifted it to his ear. "Amneiger here."
"Sir," said the voice on the other hand. "We've picked up more movement. One of the other kingdoms nearby seems to be mobilizing their military near the border to Dunburrow."
"Have you picked up any communications on why?"
"No sir."
Amneiger considered. The other kingdom had probably gotten news of the zombie threat. They might be fortifying their borders to keep the zombies away. Or, in another scenario, they might be deciding to march on Dunburrow while it was vulnerable.
Amneiger dearly hoped it wasn't the second. Things were already complicated enough. He should make sure that the other kingdom wouldn't be a problem.
"Which kingdom is it?" he asked. If they had a history of ambition and conquest, that would tip things significantly towards the second scenario.
"Still looking up the maps sir."
"Tell Commander Fraze about what's going on, and keep me updated."
"Yes sir." The communication ended just as some kind of airship landed nearby.
"Excuse me? I was hoping to get some info on current events?"
"Zombies are all over Dunburrow," Amneiger said. He pointed at Fraze and Celestial. "Those two want the zombies to leave." He pointed at Hunty. "She's working for the person who raised the zombies."
((I don't actually see any indication that the other kingdom's armies have started moving yet, but this needs to get moving.))
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Post by Huntress on May 25, 2013 11:44:31 GMT -5
((At the zombie field trip- ahem, army))Sukhbataar was a simple man. He'd spent his entire life fighting when told, pillaging when told, conquering when told and generally doing as told. Questioning situations wasn't part of his nature and at this time, the army was essentially victorious. And it looked to be really good beer. "When do we move on?" Hellas asked as the fourth general got his beer and joined them. This whole odd concept of joint supreme power was making him a little uneasy. Technically, he was familiar with the concept of democracy (mostly as something other people did) but it had never reached the army. "We could wait until the soldier on leave returns," Alabaster suggested, equally uneasy. Two thousand years hadn't made too big a difference in army hierarchies. "I'm down with that," Brick said cheerfully. "Hellas still hasn't told us the story with his son, so howsabout it?" He beamed at Hellas, who shuffled away from his eager storytime-face. ((And then I had to go and draw it, because some things need to be drawn.)) Hellas turned away to look at the peaceful countryside before him - as far as wars go, this one had managed to be cleaner than the ones he remembered - and his mind went back two thousand years, to places that had long since stopped existing and secrets he'd carried from there all the way to this weird future he'd never dreamed of seeing. "Eh, to hell with it," he said and took a swig. "So it basically started when I was fourteen, however long back that was now, when I was taken to the city-state of Lacedaemon to be married to their king." Awkward silence fell with the inevitability of taxes, except for Brick who said amiably, "Yeah, I hear they liked to do that sort of stuff in those parts back then." "I'm a woman," Hellas said sternly. Awkward silence got only marginally less awkward, as it's wont to do in those situations. "I hear they also liked to dress up their womenfolk as boys," Brick said, nonplussed. "No, I-" Hellas began, then stopped. "Well, yes, they did. But not me. I was their queen for... it had to be a good nine or ten years. I gave the country an heir, a son. "He was what people called a healthy, strong boy, brave and hard-headed and bold in all situations, a true young prince, and so forth, which of course means that he was a little spoiled jerkwad who very quickly learned that he could do whatever he wanted." Hellas took a grim swig again. "He gave all his teachers grief, and his sitters, and the servants, and anyone who didn't do as he wanted, and I'm guessing you've all seen such kids, because really, some things don't change." The other zombie generals grumbled affirmatively, whereas Alabaster looked puzzled. "Lacedaemon was a strongly discipline-oriented militaristic state." "Oh, he was good at that. Just no good with anyone he considered inferior. Including me. Especially me. He taunted me a lot, called me a foreign harlot who was only brought to his father as a trophy, good for my looks and nothing else." "Probably should've shaved your head and dressed like a boy," Brick pointed out. "Yeah-huh," said Hellas. Her voice wasn't particularly bitter, mostly just dull and reminiscent, like she was talking about someone else's past. "Well, and then I was taken away to Ilium and the war started, but that's off this particular point." Alabaster choked on his beer. "You lived in fascinating times," Brick said, idly patting the older man on his back. "And you saw the son again when?" " Helen," Alabaster wheezed, wiping his face. "Yeah, was hoping to skip that part," Hellas said gruffly as Brick and Sukhbataar turned to stare at Alabaster, then at her. "What, I thought they figured it out after my death?" "They figured out that you were female," said Alabaster, sitting up and raking his dignity back together, "but never found out who you'd been. Most historians think that you were one of the thousands of women who conscripted in disguise-" "I saw a good two hundred polly olivers during my career," Brick reminisced. "And that's just those who were found out." "-and guessed that you were a farmer girl running away, as it usually is. Others argued that you clearly had military training and were born of higher rank than just a peasant. But... Helen of Ilium." "Oh yeah," Brick finally clicked, "the girl who launced a thousand ships with her face?" "Crack one joke on that, I swear," said Hellas, emptying the tankard and shaking it hopefully for the last drops. "Yes, I went from the foreign harlot who was taken as a trophy for her looks to the foreign harlot who was taken as a trophy for her looks and universally hated for it because it caused a ten-year bloodbath." "And then you ran away, joined the Dunburrow army and caused ten more years of bloodbath," Alabaster pointed out. Hellas grinned. "Yes, but that was my bloodbath. You can imagine what this felt like, right? You're soldiers. Picture this. You're a living ornament who gets tucked away in a castle where nobody likes you because their men die out there because of you. At the same time, out there men are killing other men to get you back and take you back to the king, who will want to kill you because you left him. Peasants you've never met and never will hate you for getting their fields trampled and their daughters taken. And you just sit there, get yes-ma'amed at and wait. And wait. And all you can wait for is death. Well, and then the war ends, Ilium falls and you bail out in the middle of the night, fearing for you life, nowhere to really run but running anyway... and then you find a sword someone dropped. And you pick it up, and suddenly you can do something." The three men nodded. This sounded like a recipe for a lot of unexpected hacky-slashy. "So you got boy-clothes, and ran here, and became Hellas," Brick prompted, "and one day met your son again-" "Invading Dunburrow with the entire army of Lacedaemon, yes. Met him at the beach with my army, had a one-on-one battle, told him who I was right before I cut him down. Look, it really is a pretty predictable story." "Any woman found out as a woman in my army was put to death," Sukhbataar mused as if to himself. "Yes, same in my army," Hellas said nonchalantly. "And any man who found me out as a woman was also put to death. Things seem to have changed nowadays, though. We fought many a woman at the Mages." "We probably have a bunch in our own army," Brick pointed out. "You'll excuse me if I don't go finding that out, though." They glanced at the rotting, shambling zombies and took a drink in unison. "The neighboring country is invading here," Sukhbataar said, putting the empty tankard on the ground. "I saw their scouts up north and sent troops out to gather information. Informed Miss Jensen. She went to investigate." "We haven't received any new orders," said Brick, "so it's still down to the castle with us." The army began to shift into the organized chaos that armies do right before moving on. The beer merchant had stayed at his cart for the entire duration of the break, leaning his elbows on the counter and chewing on a straw with an absently cheery look on his face. "There's some free space between the kegs in my cart, just in case your interest in travelling with your present party might be waning," he'd muttered to Dragus and Ellen at some indeterminate point during the story.
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Post by Draco on May 25, 2013 21:29:40 GMT -5
(Combined Zombie Army)
Dragus listened to the story Hellas told. It was pretty interesting. He had heard tales of some of these battles and such, but never really pieced them together like that. Part of him wanted to add in something when mention of females soldiers were brought up, but decided to hold his tongue instead.
When the merchant spoke up he looked at Ellen and nodded his head to take up the offer.
"I'll stay."
((Not that far from the combined zombie armies))
Draco and the ninjas stood in wait. They knew they needed to strike soon, but at the moment that would be suicide. So they sat in wait.
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Post by Fraze on May 26, 2013 17:14:41 GMT -5
((Stinky-Pile-o-Poo)) "I am very thankful for your help and I hope that this will be our most fruitful exchange yet." The Commander nodded. "I hope so as well."
Fraze cringed inwardly at Hunty's reaction to his rebuttal. He had become quite good at reading her emotions, and knew that this situation was quite likely to cause...complications.
Before he could consider further, the comm crackled in his ear. "Sir, an army in a kingdom east of Dunburrow is mobilizing. They look to be heading in your direction."
In theory, there could be any number of reasons for this. Maybe there was a massive training drill, or they were all packing up to move. In practice, Fraze knew there was only really one possibility--and it was the answer to the question: "How could things get any worse?"
Fraze turned away from the proceedings and held one hand over his ear. "How big?" "We can't get a solid number yet, since it looks like more people are still joining. We're already counting several hundred soldiers, a dozen or so knights, maybe 50 horses." "And they're heading this way. How long would it take them to reach the Dunburrow border?" "Hard to say. Several days, probably." "All right, keep me informed of any major changes. Track the army's growth and movement. I will discuss possible plans of action with Dunburrow's representatives." This was rather convenient, since said representatives were already there.
Fraze then turned back to the group, facing Celestial. "Apparently there's another army heading toward Dunburrow. We can't be sure that it's actually going to Dunburrow, but it's a safe assumption." He took a moment to compose his thoughts. The next part needed to be said as diplomatically as possible; but more importantly, it simply needed to be said. "We can offer Dunburrow our full support in combating the zombie army, because the attacker is not a body whose authority Spacefleet recognizes. However, we are obligated to remain neutral in regards to disputes between sovereign nations. Because of this, it will be...much more difficult for Spacefleet to help Dunburrow against threats from neighboring countries. I hope that you will understand our difficult position, and rest assured that we will provide as much help from invading territories as we can without violating our neutrality."
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Post by Jina on May 28, 2013 14:18:42 GMT -5
((Been a while since my last post, oops. I blame uni. And the government, cause it's always easy to blame the government. I couldn't be bothered reading 6 pages of posts so I've only skimmed, if I make any mistakes point them out and I'll do a quick edit. x3))
Near Castle Kestrel Ben the Necroleptic Zombie was dead again. Jina was starting to find it a bit annoying. And he was annoying enough when he could talk.
"Did you know that bees are really interesting?"
"Yes, Ben, I did. You said that three un-deaths ago."
Just then, a large black thing went running past them at high speed. Oh. That was the Blarf, wasn't it? I really need to start paying more attention, the zombie is really distracting.
"Oh, I did? Well anyway, I was thinking-"
"Okay Ben, no talking now. We need a horse. You know where we can find one?"
"There's one around the corner. It's a really nice horse, it's got brown fur and..."
Jina ignored him and let him keep talking as he showed her where the horse was. Minutes later, they were riding after the Blarf, and Ben had died again.
Emperor of the Skies, and Stinky-pile-o-poo Mayor Owen had designed the most destructive aircraft of it's generation. The Empress of the Skies had steam-powered guns all around the railing, a cannon at the front, steam-pressure bombs, and an armoured and camouflaged hull. Of course there were small problems, the builders hadn't quite given him what he wanted. The bomb bay doors took five minutes to open, the steam guns had very limited ammo, and the cannon needed a manual reload. And, of course, the slightly-too-large-to-ignore tear in the balloon caused by a passing flock of birds, bringing them down slowly .
"Calling all crew, this is your mayor and captain speaking. Do not be alarmed, we are about to experience a small amount of turbulence as we come crashing to the ground. Do we have power?"
"Not for much longer, Captain!"
Oh great. Well at least there's an ocean dead ahead, if the power holds out long enough we should make it. Just then, the power cut out. Owen rolled his eyes at his own luck. "Alright guys, looks like we're crashing into a town. Hold tight!"
The airship fell onto the roof of a building, dragging tiles off the roof as it came to a stop, and slipped off the side into the middle of the guild meeting. Owen felt the shock of the crash through his metal suit. Oh, nice, that was a surprisingly soft landing. He walked over to the ledge, and saw a crowd of people surrounding the Emperor. Hmm.. I definitely recognise Mage Queen, and I think I see the leader of the Pirates, ...and is that the leader of Spacefleet? He'd never actually met Fraze, but he'd 'obtained' pictures, and the man before him certainly looked similar. And there's these rumours of the end of the world... certainly looking less like rumours now. Very odd that I should turn up here though, almost like I'm in the middle of a story where the writer is being lazy and making important things happen out of sheer luck.
"Why hello there! Sorry to interrupt your AGM, or whatever this is, but if you could give us a hand with repairs that would be very useful. I think I recognise a certain someone who could definitely speed things up, Miss Galactic is it?" He looked at Celestial. "It's nice to see you again."
Stinky-pile-o-poo Jina could never quite get the hang of horses. Why, she wondered, is the horse speeding up when I kick it? She tried to bring the horse to a stop next to the other pirates, but she ended up going straight past them and nearly colliding into the airship, before the horse reared, throwing both her and Ben off of the back, and ran off.
"Ohhh, I was supposed to pull on the reins, wasn't I? Silly me." Jina stood up, and looked towards Hunty. "Reporting for duty, Captain. Any fun piratey stuff going on?"
Falling off the horse had caused Ben to un-die. "You guys are pirates?"
"Yes Ben, not now."
"Oh. I think I remember someone saying something about that..." The zombie brightened up, remembering. "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to kill you!" He looked around and thought about what he'd just said. "Um. Not that I was going to, or anything."
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Post by Lord Hayati on May 28, 2013 21:39:52 GMT -5
STINKY-PILE-O-POODOO
Malleus quickly got up onto his feet. But then he was tackled back down, by a tiger. Wait, a tiger? why is there a tiger here? they aren't native to...
oh. It was a mage-tiger-thingy-kit.
"g-get off of me! I meant no harm! >.<"
Seriously, as much as he hated mages, the zombies were the bigger threat. he would get his kunai right now, but his bag was positioned in a way, that he couldn't get to it without his throat being torn out by the tiger-mage-whatever. And his captured cards? ppffft, as if that candy card would do anything...
"... please?"
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Post by Pixie on Jun 6, 2013 17:55:40 GMT -5
(((En Route to Castle Krestel))
Upon hearing the beer merchant's offer Ellen's face took on the slightest grin, and her eyes brightened. It was good to hear of a chance to escape. After resigning to temporary helpless, though, she was not certain what to do with such an offer. Under her breath,as not to be overhead, she replied "Your offer is very generous and appreciated. I love to get out of here!" She froze, as reality came over her, and then her features dropped back with the adjusted sorrow "- but they'd notice, and that put your family in danger if they went looking. I can't ask that of anyone. I don't even know where I am, or where to go now... I will stay, with the knight. If you see a group of strange travelers asking about a taken mage, then tell them they I'm not turning against them, and.... and... I'm sorry." The last of her words fell into a whimper. Bringing her voice a little higher, she said "Still, thank you." She turned to face Dragus and sits up straight. "Sir Oc- Dragus, I'm guessing we'll have to leave soon. Only time will tell what happens past that."
((The Guilds' Conference))
In a small boat progressing down the Ebi river, an older boy in grey garb neared the location of the guild leaders. He looked around on at the unusual characters on site. From pirates to space travelers to a dragon archmage, he was, admittedly, a little surprised. He didn't show it. He slowly approached the spot they stood at. If anyone could tell him were his sister has gone to, it was these strange people. He'd asked around from Saki to Holo, found myths about zombie armies mobilizing (Which he'd taken as some sort of joke at the expense of outsiders), but no one could point him to his vanished sister. He wouldn't admit it, but he was concerned for her. He spoke loudly and clearly,"Pardon. Has anyone seen my sister? She's a small girl with long blonde hair, likes to turn into animals. Likes to talk a little more than necessary. I was told she was in Dunburrow."
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Post by Tiger on Jun 20, 2013 22:17:02 GMT -5
Tiger looked to the left. Tiger looked to the right. She had the strangest sense that she'd been standing here for a ridiculously long time and that ridiculously little had happened, which made no sense because today had definitely been eventful and there was still a lot to do. It wasn't like her roleplayer would be distracted by some other site event, not now...
"g-get off of me! I meant no harm! ... please?"
Tiger snapped, "Forgive me if I don't take you at your word after you dropped onto us from a tree!" Her eyes strayed to the spilled kunai. "With a bag full of weapons, no le-" The mage's ears twisted toward the river. A boat was approaching - a small craft, no visible weapons, one passenger. Still, Tiger wished she could draw her sword and have it ready for battle.
"Archmage!" she growled, not quite succeeding in stifling a prick of annoyance that the Guild leaders seemed to be plodding through the diplomatics. "We have company..."
"Pardon. Has anyone seen my sister? She's a small girl with long blonde hair, likes to turn into animals. Likes to talk a little more than necessary. I was told she was in Dunburrow."
Her brow furrowing, Tiger thought, Turn into animals...there can't be too many of those mages around, and not also small and blonde... She wrinkled her muzzle, but called back, "Come here and we'll talk...just watch out for this guy." Tiger shook the ninja slightly. At least, she thought he was a ninja. Something strangely contrived told the mage it was time to take responsibility. Even if she felt more like curling up somewhere and taking a very, very long nap.
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