SwordSoup
GM Class
Gabriel
Posts: 134
Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Crestfall, Falnorian, Life, Teriock
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:32:59 GMT -8
Time to re-post stuff! Woo!
March 2011 Sandend:
OK here is what happened in the afternoon of Berkeley league the other day. It is written from my character Cheddar's perspective. Since Cheddar happens to be a writer some events are exaggerated and centered around him. Enjoy!
That vampire was so scary. I was in the hold resting but everyone was talking about it. It could fly, swim, and turn people into seaweed. And people couldn’t turn back into people from seaweed like they can when I turn them into trees. I had to turn them back after I woke up. But scariest of all, it would simply touch someone and tell them to fight against us, and they would do it! Luckily that huge elf could return them to normal. I don’t know why someone like him from Roekron is allowed here, and someone so huge to. But that Vampire could disappear into nowhere, only Ciron could see him, I have to ask him how he does that. Somehow my friends managed to kill that vampire and the huge elf exorcised it.
No one looked very good coming off the boat. I’ve seen sea sickness before and I can barely help but laugh as all these big people, who are so tall and mighty in battle can be reduced to little green people who can’t keep their balance after a few minutes on a boat. I myself always a little dizzy when I get off a boat but it’s nothing like sea sickness. I know I’m a sailor and should get over it, but I just can’t brake the habit.
I wanted to explore the tunnels under the wizard palace. I’ve wanted to since the wizards were first emptied out of there. And I finally got my wish! I also wanted to find Gaiwin, but not as much so I decided that it would have to wait. My friend Bob suggested that we have the weapon exchange lend everyone silver weapons just in case there was undead in the tunnels. I was reluctant at first but gave in. Bob has a way with words. I don’t know how he does it, but he is almost always able to convince me to do what he thinks is best. He is the only dwarf I will ever like.
We ran into a bunch of large spiders on the way to the tunnels. I have had nightmares about spiders and can’t stand them. I didn’t want to be in their reach last time I was they killed me! Well that’s what Bob told me at least. This time I turned into a Barred Owl at the first opportunity I had. Now I could just fly over them without having to worry. Or, I wouldn’t have worried if I didn’t see them attack my friends. I don’t want spiders to attack my friends. I flew back to the ground and turned back into me. I drew the black candle and tossed my spell stone at the evil spider. It dived into the ground a split second before it would have died. I was furios. Not only had I failed to kill it but I couldn’t get back my death ray without risking being killed myself.
I figured my best bet was to fly away as fast as I could. I turned into a hawk owl and zoomed away. I could feel the wind going through my feathers. It’s an experience you just can’t get any other way. It almost made up for the battle going on beneath me. I was almost able to keep myself from diving down again. Almost, but not quite. There was a spider wrapping up one of my friends. Dieing is a terrible experience. And I don’t want other people having to go through it. I dived down at full speed and scared away a spider. But it wasn’t the one wrapping my friend up. I quickly returned to myself. You know when changing between an owl and myself there is a moment when I can feel myself as both an owl and hobbit at the same time. It’s almost a tingly experience. It feels great, you should try it some time. But when I was fully hobbit I sent my magic flying. This time I couldn’t miss. I would hit it in time, I would have to. And I hit it. The spider fluctuated a bit, but then turned into a tree. A solid maple. I took a moment to admire my handiwork. I had never turned anyone into a Maple before.
I didn’t have long to enjoy the fresh air coming from a new tree though. The other spider had regrouped itself and was charging at me. I ran toward my spell stone and turned myself into a tree. Whenever I turn myself into a tree I wish I was outside staring at myself. I wanted to know what I was. Was I another maple? An elm, or a redwood maybe. I soon felt the time was right and turned back into a hobbit. I don’t feel the same great tingle when I turn between tree and hobbit as I do with owls. Maybe there is something about changing between animals that just can’t be captured with a plant. I came back and looked around the spider was gone. Maybe now it was safe. But something didn’t feel right. After closer inspection I found a hole in the ground. That spider was in there, just out of my grasp. There is something so infuriating about being so close to something bad and not being able to do anything about it. I wouldn’t accept this. I turned into a Burying owl and started digging. One, two, three feet, it had to be down here. Once I reached about ten feet I hit bedrock and couldn’t go any farther. Something was strange here. I climbed my way out of the hole and right there above me was the spider. It dived at me and started spinning its thread. I quickly drew the Black Candle and stabbed it right through the middle of the spider. It only wounded it, but I was satisfied.
I sheathed the Black Candle and went forward to were my friends were waiting. But then I remembered my death ray. I transformed into a great gray owl and with a few mighty flaps of my wings soared into the sky. After my ray. But someone followed me. I tried to tell him to stay back but I could only get out a hoo hoo. Luckily the huge elf ran up and guild ordered him to stay back. I turned into myself quickly ignoring the tingle. I didn’t have time for fun. The person refused to go. I asked him why he was following me and he told me he was looking for his dagger. I promised to get it for him and flew away as a great gray owl. Up in the sky I saw another great gray owl. It came over. It was my friend I new this owl. We flew together for a while below us a few spiders where still crawling. We dived down to pick up the dagger and where up again before any of the remaining spiders could notice us. We flew for a minute more before we spotted my spell stone. We swooped down and I picked it up. Then I noticed that just a few feet away was someone. He had been killed by the spiders. We ran and flew over to him. He was a little larger then I was but we could cary him.
The spiders were starting to notice us now and swarmed toward us. I transformed into a great gray owl, the largest type of owl. We picked him up and flew away just in time. He was waying us down and we had to fly low. We were still out of reach of the spiders but dangerously low. On the way back I took several opportunities to kill a spider or turn it into a tree. They are horid beasts and I can’t help but want to get rid of them.
We flew in to huge cheers and sighs of relief from the rest of the party. We tried to identify the dead person but his face was to distorted. Ciron managed to bring him back to life and it was time we ventured into the tunnels.
The sealing of the tunnels was to low for me to fly in. They were so dark you had to squint to bee able to see. I wished I hadn’t left my torch on my boat when I heard a shriek. Someone had just gotten stung by a scorpion. Someone healed him but we started running through the tunnels as fast as we could. There is little more frightening then an enemy that hides in the dark and walls just out of reach. While at the same time they are able to strike at you without a moments notice. At one point I saw one. I tossed my death ray at it but it disappeared into the tunnel wall with my spell stone. That spell stone would be lost forever. Only the dwarfs were able to tell where the scorpions were. But despite their warnings I would charge through the tunnel. I will never do as a dwarf tells me to do. Dwarfs are trying to destroy Gritin. Nobody believes me but I know it’s true. And even though they told me not to through another spell stone I still managed to transform a scorpion into a tree. See? those dwarfs don’t know a thing. Only now do I realize I might have been able to hear those scorpions coming if I had turned into a barn owl.
In the next tunnel was a bunch of skeletons. The huge elf charged in, he was born to slay undead. Not me though. I got a sinking fealing that if we didn’t survive this something bad would happen. I tolled my friends. Many peopled agreed to let me turn them into trees. Some became redwoods. Others became sycamores. But unfortunately no one became glorious maple like the spider did. Those who didn’t want to be trees kept on fighting. But for every skeleton we nocked down another one came. I decided the best course of action would be to spend the battle as a tree.
After a few minutes of piece something snaped. All of a suden I was no longer a tree. And no one else was either. I tried turning into a tree again but I poped out again before I couldeven seddle inton my trunk. I had no choice but to fight for my life. Luckily people were able to fight the skeletons. I was relieved the weapon exchange had let people use silver weapons. Some people didn’t get silver daggers so we were what kept them alive. The good feeling was not eternal though. A skeleton rushed towards me. I slashed at it with the Black Candle but it didn’t go down. I cut again and again but nothing happened. I was frozen in fear and could not think clearly. I was slowly sinking shear terror coming over me.
All of a sudden something from above hit the skeleton. The skeleton turned around only to be slashed in arm (if you can call it that). The person who saved me picked up his dagger and ran away to fight another skeleton before I had a chance to thank him or ask him his name. My life saved, I had new determination to fight. And not only fight, but win to. I charged into the fray with the Black Candle drawn. I cut down a skeleton. And fended off another. One more attacked at my leg. With a flick of the rist I parried it. I launched a faint attack at its left. but hit on the right instead. I parried a few more blows and circled around it. I was controlling the fight. I got another strike on the boney figure with a lucky stab in it’s chest. The skeleton let out a furry of blows at me left, right, top, bottom, arm, leg. I did my best to defend myself but it got me on my shoulder. I clutched my shoulder and knelt down from sheer pain. I was sick of fighting I wanted to close my eyes and rest. Only for a minute. That minute would be a very long one.
I woke up all of a sudden. Was I dead? No one was around me. I strained my head to see but couldn’t move. I let out a muffled groan. Did I just groan? Surely if I was dead I couldn’t groan! But how could I be sure. I had only been dead once before and had no recollection of the experience. All I remembered was excruciating pain. The reminded me I was hurt. All of a sudden all the pain seeped into me. I let loose another groan. Groaning had never felt so good in my life. Then there was a flash of white light and the pain was gone. I found I was able to stand. I got up then staggered a bit but got up none the less. I looked over there was the huge elf. He had saved my life. I wanted to thank him but got interrupted. The skeletons weren’t gone. In fact, they weren’t even close. The giant elf managed to fend one off. I clutched the Black Candle tightly. It was my only devise to defend myself. I couldn’t turn into a tree or fly away and I had a feeling it wouldn’t help much if I tried to hide or dig a tunnel. A skeleton approached me. It looked pretty beat up. It only took one well placed swipe to get it down. And no skeleton replaced it this battles tides were turning.
We eventually defeated all of the evil skeletons. And slowly walked into the next tunnel. My friends and I decided to be more cautious. After scorpions and skeletons we would not just rush in and hope there wouldn’t be some evil creature trying to kill us. One brave person walked in and a bunch of fire shot at him. He dived back just in time. I ran in and turned into a tree just in time. My friend Gork ran in front. I turned him into a tree and ran forward turning myself into a tree. We repeated this process until we were almost at the end of the tunnel. When I turned back into my hobbity self I found lots of people around me begging to be turned into trees. This was exciting! Never before have so many people wanted me to turn them into trees! I hadn’t made so many trees since I was turning the traps in a Pyramid into trees. That was where I made my first redwood. I believe it was a gift from those gods. I have worshiped them ever since. Now as I turned people into trees many of them were redwoods, I felt so proud. After this happened two more times we all charged towards the end of the tunnel. Only to meet an unfortunate surprise.
There was a machine of some sort shooting what seemed like hundreds of arrows at us. Many of my friends were severely wounded. Then one was shot at me. It zoomed into my face and got tangled in my hair. I had closed my eyes for impact but all I got was a little jolt. I was still alive! Then I looked forward. The machine had stopped. A little later all the traps just stopped. We rescued those who were still alive and all eyes shifted to a chest at the end of the tunnel.
A bunch of annoying dwarfs and I got to the chest first. But in a few seconds a small crowd had formed around it. We tried to pick up the chest but it was stuck to the dark floor. By now we had all learned that it’s best to have elves open chests. But Ciron thought a mage should open the chest. And of course we all agreed. That left me and Ciron. Ciron was about to open it when he got scared and asked me to. Perhaps quite stupidly I refused. Ciron paused for a moment, we all held our breaths, and Ciron opened the chest.
A huge inferno of flame soared out of the chest. The crowd scattered I couldn’t escape in time and at the last second turned into a tree. A few people got burned to death but that wasn’t important. What was important however was what was inside the chest. Those remaining bunched around it. Squinting to see what was inside.
Inside of it was a bag, sword, amulet, book, two rings, and a bunch of gold. Everyone reached inside at once I wanted the book very badly but Ciron got it instead. I was left with one of the two rings. Now I know I shouldn’t complain. After all most of us didn’t get anything. But I really wanted that book. We spent a few minutes trading our finds. The amulet was the main find. It gave the user the ability to heal with their touch. I would have tried to get it but I am cursed and can’t heal anyone in any way. It is quite a burden. Ciron decided to trade the book for a ring. I was to slow and the other person with a ring got the book. That person is no longer my friend. The big elf then bought the book from my ex-friend for eighty five gold. I have no Idea how he got that kind of money.
At last we left the tunnels. Ciron decided to stay behind and work on starting a magic school of some sort. It was truly amazing how many people died. I just think if this many people died in just a few hours, then how many die in the world every day. It puts shivers down my spine just to think about it. Luckily we managed to bring everybody back. And only a couple people went insane. Everyone returned their silver weapons to me and Bob’s weapon exchange. We were ready to find Gaiwin.
Before we left the large elf used the book to tell him where Gaiwin is. He told only me and a few other people. It felt great to be in on a little secret. Especially one of so great importance. I drew a quick map and we set out for New Eleanas in my newly upgraded boat.
My boat is quite a beauty. She has four masts and a curved main deck. She is faster then most ships and the spike in at her bow makes good use of that. She also has a balista on her. I plan to ad more but one would have to do for now. Unfortunately, it didn’t,
We weren’t out in sea for very long when we were attacked. They looked like a cross between merfolk and the skeletons we saw earlier today. They were truly frightening. This time people didn’t have the silver weapons we needed. It was a tough fight. I would turn into a Barn Owl and soar above them. Striking them with the Black Candle every so often. Whenever anybody lost a weapon I would dive into the water swim over and bring it back to them. The battle seemed to be at a stalemate for a while. But then I got a lucky hit on one of the merfolk. It fell back into the water and I turned into a tree. An elm, meh I’ve made better trees. Someone got a good shot on a merfolk with their medicine ball and it all went up from there.
We were still gleaming with joy from our victory when another boat was visible on the horizon. As an eagle owl I got a good glance at it. It was a three master painted black. I could see no flag floating in the mast. On the boat I could see a few skeletons and a Vampire!
I sent my boat charging through the waves at the undead vessel. I hit them with the bow of my ship. The spike smashed right into the opposing ship. The hold was filling with water. In a few minutes their ship would be with the fishes. But for now we had to save my vessel. They swarmed onto my boat. We fought them with what little silver we had. But something seemed to be missing. Then it struck me the Vampire. We couldn’t see it. And this time we wouldn’t have Ciron to help us with it.
I dodged a slice coming from one of the skeletons. It just barely missed my ear. I stepped back and yelled as I charged forwards. Fainting an attack to the left I hit it on the right. I moved in a circle around it. I slashed at it’s back again and again until it fell. I couldn’t let them take my ship. I sidestepped an incoming Skeleton and Gork engaged it. Things seemed to be alright here I would see what I could do to the enemies ship. I transformed into a barred owl and poped into the air. I soared over the enemy vessel. They had no shortage of skeletons on the boat. It seemed to be a good opportunity to swing down and take out a skeleton. I did a quick descent, got a few blows on the nearest pile of bones and swam away before any damage could be done.
The surprise attack seemed to work so I thought I’d try it again. A quick swing on the middle was what it took. After they saw me come in from the sky though how they see I have no idea. They had no idea an attack from the water would be what would come next. I finished off the skeleton I had started with and dodged a blow from another. I moved in to the center and fought as the skeletons encircled me. Then I felt a thud on the back on my head and all went black.
It was that huge elf again who saved me. Charging through the forces like a tsunami wave on a village. He hacked and slashed until he got to me he slumped me on his ten foot back. And brought me back to the safety of my vessel. Where some people woke me up. They tolled me I was not ready to go back into the fray. But I knew what I was going to do.
I flew over feeling the salty air go through my wings. I had one intention, find the vampire and stop it. I hovered over them. I prepared for a dive right into the thick of things. I would surprise them. The vampire wouldn’t miss a chance to come in and get me by surprise. But I would be expecting that and slash it with the Black Candle. I was preparing to dive down in when out of nowhere the vampire appeared. Taken aback I didn’t have time to fly away. It tossed a dart at me and nocked me out of the sky.
I love the sensation of descending the air blows around your streamline body and cools you. Then at the last second you change direction and land on your talons. Falling is completely different. You go towards the ground at an od angle. The full force of the air is against you and then almost without warning and brake half the bones in your body. Falling into water is even worse. It doesn’t end when you hit it. It’s only the beginning. First your wings get filled with water. It ways you down and keeps you from moving. Then it floods your mouth and you can’t breathe. And lastly the salt seeps into your stinging eyes which you would close but you don’t have the strength. This all happens in a matter of seconds. I hope you never have to experience this. But I felt it in it’s full force that day. The final effect is when the initial surprise ends and fear starts to sink in. Now if this wasn’t enough the vampire grabbed me and brought me out into the sea. Now I would sink out of reach of my friends. While at the same time drowning, dieing, and watching my boat be taken.
The big elf made an attempt at saving my life he tossed his medacine ball at me but in came short and sunk into the sea. Now all hope was lost I would surely die. I tried to hoo a goodbye but all that came out was a distorted croak. Then a thud against my talon and a white light. I felt my strength returning and soon flew into the air amongst great cheering from my friends. Even the dwarfs seemed to be happy.
We soon defeated the skeletons. A few seconds later the enemy boat became completely submerged. The vampire flew away. Everything turned out so great. We were coming in to port at New Eleanas. We were excited to find Gaiwin. But that would have to wait. I called my great gray owl over. And joined us together. I could here what my owl heard. I sent my owl to listen in on the Brakmarket here. If they’re anything like the one in Braknik which I listened in on just a month earlier we would have some pretty interesting slave stories to here.
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SwordSoup
GM Class
Gabriel
Posts: 134
Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Crestfall, Falnorian, Life, Teriock
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:33:45 GMT -8
April 2011 Part 1 Sandend:
I have a little less then half of the morning berkeley league written out. I just thought I'de share it now.
Like before this isn't 100% accurate. Mostly the beginning but just keep that in mind as you read.
I have never seen such horrid things in my life! The Sai Usar Guard called them Ogarkai. They said that they are more intelligent then normal Ogres. To be honest I’m not seeing the intelligence yet. We new they were coming before we saw them. I’m not sure what I noticed first the smell or the sound. It seemed to come all at once. They were coming over the horizon. I looked through a window and sized up the future battlefield. Boulders, everywhere. You could hardly travel a couple meters before you slammed into a huge boulder.
We scrambled out a quick battle plan. It wasn’t much of a plan. Mostly just you take the boulders out of reach, you fire arrows over the walls, you with the shield guard the door. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it would do, it would have to do.
The walls shook with the first impact of a boulder smashing against it. Someone shouted a muffled order that no one could understand. Everyone tried to squeeze through the doors at once. I turned into a barred owl and soared over the walls without a second thought. The battle had begun.
I got a fresh sense of relief. There were only two Ogrekai. Then one of them was hit with an arrow. I couldn’t tell whose arrow it was. But I was relieved anyhow. With an Ogrekai down it would only be half the fight I thought it would be. We could win this battle yet! That was when I noticed it these weren’t normal Orks, these were Arukai. And they were helping the injured Ogrekai. In a few seconds it was back up and fighting. This was not looking good.
A boulder whizzed past me. Just missing my right talon. I my vantage point above the wall was not as good a place to be as I had thought. Two more boulders flew my way. I fluttered out of the way. I had to do something. I had a half formed idea in my head. Before I could give it a second thought and stop myself I had dived down into the fray.
I could here the sounds of swords hacking into skin right away. The sound of screams of pain from those being hit with the swords soon followed. Everywhere I looked there was someone being cut down and someone coming up and slicing someone else down. The battle cries mixed with the other noises and it all blurred into one giant unsettling yell. It sounded as though an orchestra was playing. Only this orchestra was being played with sharp mettle instruments. The most common instruments where the mettle drums and the mettle violins. Constantly screeching and bursting in a horrid chaotic fashion. While at the same time you could here the screams of the audience while they helled there ears yelling at the top of there lungs. Because even the worst screams would sound better then this.
A dagger flew past my left wing. It missed me but it hit the Centaur behind me fresh warm blood came out of the wound and hit my wing. It felt as though I had been the one hit. Of course there was no pain, but in the heat of battle you rarely feel pain anyways. The tingly feel of the blood dripping down is enough to unnerve you as it is. I took the moment to turn into a hobbit. I wouldn’t have much luck flying away with blood on my arm. I looked around, the centaur that had been hit would die if he didn’t get attention soon. He was starving as were we all. If we were flailing on the ground we wouldn’t just be hurt, we would be dieing. I ran towards the centaur and opened my leather first aid pouch. I grabbed a bandage and started wrapping it around the centaur’s leg. There was a huge gash there the blood was coming out really fast. I was just about to finish tieing the bandage up wen one of the Ogrekai came up to me. It had about a dozen cuts and sores on it from where it’d been hit. They all had some sort of make shift bandage on them. I decides it would hurt to make him need another bandage. I sidestepped an attack, ducked under the massive long sword. I realized that with all that strength he could probably cut right through plate mail. I drew the Black Candle and stabbed at his chest, he easily parried the blow. We circled each other for a few seconds, then I slashed to my left all of a sudden. He moved to block it but it was a feint. I hit his left leg and he bent over in pain. I had done my job and ran back into the keep as fast as my little legs would carry me.
I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. I was safe, for the moment. I peeked through the window just in time to see the Ogrekai get up. Next to him two Arukai were putting away first aid kits. I scanned the battle, looking for the other Ogrekai, there he was! He was slumped on the ground, dead. Maybe this battle wasn’t so hopeless after all.
The walls shook! Here comes the Ogrekai. I ran through the door. I saw the remaining Ogrekai, he was approaching the open door. Black Candle in hand, I rapped my fingers around my spell stone. It was about time this Ogrekai died, I sent my magic at him as fast as I could. There was a black flash, and the Ogrekai was dead.
With the Ogrekais gone this battle would be a lot easier. I turned into a burrowing owl and fluttered over to my death ray. I barely spent half a second as a hobbit to pick up my spell stone and fly away. With the Ogrekai gone the skies were a lot safer, not safe, but safer. Over the walls I soared and I descended in the safe barrier of the keep. I turned into myself. I felt the air moving down as I grew. All the air that was caught in my wings came out, it felt great. Before long I was Hobbit again.
There were maybe seven of us inside the keep. We were far outnumbered by the Arukai outside. It wouldn’t be long before they got past our defences outside. I soon realized that “wouldn’t be long” was an understatement.
They swarmed through the door in the front of the keep. Seemingly dozens of them. I slashed one down and death-rayed another. But there were just so many of them. They had us out numbered more then three to one. I looked around, many of them were already wounded. But those that weren’t were already helping those that were. It would just go on like this unless someone did something. I ran forward, picked up my death ray and quickly killed one of the healers. I went one at a timed and made sure all of the ones who were wounded couldn’t be healed. This was in fact, quite a lot of them. Those remaining charged towards us. But our swords were drawn out bows were loaded our spears were in hand and our hearts were ready. The attacking army, was no more.
We had now thoroughly taken back the keep. We went around and helped everyone who was injured they all managed to make a full recovery. We were prepared for anything that may come our way.
Or first sign was the ground shaking. I scanned the horizon, another army dozens of them, only this time it was... all Ogerkais. We braced ourselves for the battle ahead. Dozens of Ogerkai. I couldn’t believe there was any hope at all. There were still boulders, everywhere. You didn’t have to be a genus to know how this battle was going to end. My friend and I scurried into the bushes outside the keep were we hid. I could here the battle. The screams of pain, the cries of fright, the crashing of limp bodies hitting the ground. My feathers tingled. Every inch of my body wanted to move, to get out and help my friends, but I knew I would surely die with them. The battle was soon over.
My friend and I rushed over to Sandend as fast as our wings and legs could take us. We told the Sai Usar Gaurd about what had happened. They came back to the keep with us.
We could see the keep from a distance. Its dark stone blocking out the sun. You could see Ogerkai moving throughout it. As we got closer the Ogrekai must have noticed us. They started to gather outside the keep. Then without warning they charged.
I was tossed into the melee all of a sudden, they swarmed around us tossing boulders this way and that. Their weapons easily slicing through armor. I was less then encouraged to say the least. The two Sai Usar Gaurd started bringing my friends back to life. We started to regroup and attack, but it wasn’t much to get excited over.
I defeated an Ogrekai or two with my death ray. I turned into a great gray owl and soared up. I was going to dive down, pick up my spell stone and defeat another. This plan didn’t work out very well. On my way down I felt a jolt go through my two foot body. I looked down a dart had hit my left talon I twilled head over heals and crashed into the ground. The dart had gone right through the center of my talon just above the now limp toes. Blood was coming out but I didn’t feel a thing. My whole left side was going numb. Everything started to blur. I could no longer make out individual shapes. A small tear came out my eye and traveled down my facial disk. My eyes closed. I was dieing. If I hadn’t been starving I might had been able to make it through. I visualized a meal I had years ago. It was at my family home in Sandend, we were celebrating something, but it was to long ago to remember what. What I could remember was the food. There were bubbling chowders and stews served with fresh fruit in a hardwood plate. A grand boar covered in rosemary, hunted that very morning. Fresh fish smothered in a creamy sauce served with succulent herbs imported all the way from Roekron! Fruit cobbler lining platter after platter made with sweat cream, sparkling ales on tap. And the prise catch a steaming sunfish. Lined with herbs and dozens of sauces that made my mouth water, it was the best meal I ever remember eating.
I saw a bright light. Eventually it faded away and I could make out individual shapes I was outside the keep! The battle was still going on, but the tides had turned the Ogrekai were being pushed back! One of the Sai Usar Guard helped me up. The remaining Ogrekai had been pushed completely out of the keep and were scattered about. I walked over to retrieve my spell stone. But something got my attention one of the Ogrekais had been healing the ones who were wounded. I quickly turned the wounded Ogrekais into trees. I collected my spell stone, ran after the hurt Ogrekai, and turned them into trees. Willow, Redwood, Oak. This battle was, at last, won.
We were back in Sandend. I looked around, there were more people than usual here today. I guess more people just wanted to help out. Good. There was also a new map on the wall. It showed in plain ink it showed a detailed representation of some of the islands to the south. It also showed a just as plain representation of the area to the north. It did however allow us to actually see where we were going, that’s one thing that isn’t so great about bright colorful maps that obscure everything so much you can barely focus on the names of places. Such as, how would I know that were going to rescue Oldmarket if I can’t see the actual writing that says Oldmarket! And your eye just goes back and forth on the colors, it just makes no sense!
The horse lords were under rule new rule so they weren’t attacking us. That’s strange, I remember hearing the opposite story just a month before. If I remember correctly the horse lords were united under new rule and attacking us. It’s probably just my strange hobbit memory. I’ll ask one of the elves, like the big elf, they’re sure to know. Where was the big elf? He would have been helpful taking back the keep.
We could also return to that Mage Tower place. There were more spires to explore and I’m sure we would do the nature spire. The flame tower had been partially explored, it had dangerous flame creatures in it, maybe an elf would remember what. And I also had a strange urge to go to the necromancy spire... maybe not.
The best choice to me was definitely securing our food supply. We are in famine! If we don’t get food then anyone lying on the battlefield will surely die. Soon we would all die of starvation. I took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the front of the poorly lit room. I turned around to face my friends. I have always had stage fright. Before I had stood up in the past I had made up a speech in my head. But when it was time to come up and say it I had always stumbled. I would just manage to blurt out something along the lines of “we should go to the mage tower, because... because, we haven't been there yet, and we should go. Or, or else someone else might go before us.
I took another deep breath and looked out on my audience. These were my friends. Well, those who weren’t dwarf's at least. I took one last deep breath, scanned the waiting, expecting faces, and spoke.
“I am hungry, really hungry. Raise your hand and show me if you are hungry! See, we all are! If we don’t secure our food now- we- will- die, of starvation. So come on! Let’s get our food supply!” As I stepped off the soap box, I could here some of my friends clapping. Clapping? Why?
It was decided that we would secure our food supply. I called everyone on to one of my boats, this was the boat we would take. My boat is a beauty. She is brilliant four master, painted in a royal red with a white trim. The bow castle was raised slightly higher then the main deck. It held the main ballista I made sure to get this silver plated before we left. You never know what kind of trouble you’ll run into at sea. Because of this I had two more balistas installed, one on the port and one on the starboard side. Her masts had a silver line running up each of them. The line continued on to the sails where it formed a picture of a solid silver owl in front of a shield. A sight that would let others know that this wasn’t just any vessel. This, was the scarlet sail.
As a barn owl on top of the mast I could see the storm coming. “Hoo, hoo”, I called down to below. A couple people looked at each other and shook their heads. They didn’t speak owl. I flew down turned into me and barked some orders at them! “There’s a storm ahead, let the crew know!” “Don’t just stand there lower the sails!”
It hit all of a sudden, there could have easily been ten foot waves, perhaps higher. Two of the sails had not been brought down. They bent under the stress. “Go, go, reinforce the mast!” I shouted. But people could hardly here me above the sounds of the storm around us. Some sea spray went right into my face. It got in my eyes and forced me to close them. Blindely I ran until I hit something. I forced my eyes open just a bit. I was on the starboard side, just a couple meters in front of the stern. One of the masts cracked under pressure and snapped in to dozens of small fragments. They all hit the deck at once and I could feel the ship jolt beneath me. I tumbled head over heals backwards. Right into the port ballista. This is not something to do on an empty stomach. It groaned under the wait. I heard someone yell, “Cheddar, look out.” I looked up just in time to see another mast collapsing, right on top of me. I had about a split second to turn into a tree before the mast smashed me into a pulp. The mast bounced off my redwood trunk and fell right into the waiting sea below. Who was it who was stupid enough to not take down the last two sails? They were my responsibility, but someone else should have done it. I looked put on to the horizon, I could see the clouds separating ahead.
We docked at the top of Skillhaven. I looked over the “Blue cheese.” Scarlet Sail’s nick name. Two of the masts had been destroyed, some of the paint had been chipped and one of the sails was a little bit frayed. I did some repairs to her and then it was time to get our food.
The rest is coming soon.
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:34:13 GMT -8
and part 2...
Part two of the last berkeley league morning:
The journey home to Gritian was relatively uneventful. The waves never got higher then five feet at the most. And that was only when the swordfish flew by. The sunlight light glinted off their scales and made the waves almost glow. Some of the crew went over to watch. Its funny how when you are distracted by something you don’t feel sea sick. I could sea the green in my crews faces disappearing as they watched the swordfish. I went over to watch them as well. Then the spray from the fish flying over the waves splatted directly into my eye. I went over to a mast and busied myself tying uselessly complex knots.
They were everywhere. We were taking our food on a small path through a forest when the lizards jumped out at us. We ran. The lizards were huge. As tall as I am! They moved in a swarm. You couldn’t tell one from another. They just seemed to be one large creature moving in, attacking, and disappearing again without a trace. A few of us could see them I was one of them. But I couldn’t help out I had to stay behind and inspect my boat before I would come up to help against these horrible.. things. My friends told me what happened next. They came over the road and attacked us. They defeated the ones carrying the food our healer and a few others. Those that remained scattered away and the lizards chased after them.
My friends were able to wound the lizards and rescue my other friends. They were pursued by lizards all the way to the end of the road. My healer friend was the only one left. He wasn’t strong enough to carry our food on his own. He hurled his spell stone at one of my friends. He missed and hit one of the lizards. I don’t understand why he didn’t just heal one of my friends normally. I think he just wanted to toss his medicine ball. Maybe I should stop being his friend. But he donated lots of stuff to my weapon exchange. I'll wait and see if he does anything else I don't like, then I might stop thinking of him as a friend. The lizard managed to defeat him.
My owl had seen what happened, so the people helping with my boat and I left to get our food and save our friends. I helped point out the lizards since I could see them.
I tried to help but the lizards charged at me. I turned into a barred owl and flew up as fast as hobbitly possible. I followed the path. It would be easier to find my friends that way.
It was a hot day. It wasn't as bad when I was a hobbit. But as an owl the heat gets much worse going through layer after layer of feathers. I decided to turn into a burrowing owl. At least burrowing owls are dessert natives, it wasn't as bad but it still wasn't pleasant. I looked down. I was passing over my friends bodies now.
It is really sad looking at my friends like this. I could picture them fighting the lizards. The reptilian beasts lurched at them. Their dull scales reflecting the boiling sun. Into my friends eyes. They would fight them off, leaping away from the impending strike. Slashing at the last minute catching the mindless beings off guard. The gleaming blades going right through the huge reptiles heart. In my image my friend are able to fend off the lizards for a while. But my friends get tired. Wave after perilous wave surging towards them. Somehow they can resist each one. But then their line breaks. Some useless dwarf gets overrun and the slimy reptile charge through the hole. The battle breaks into a mindless melee. Bodies falling, this way and that. Blood splurging everywhere, mostly from the lizards. A scream, one of my friends falls to the ground gripping his arm where a lizard managed to bite him. His eyes close and he takes a last breath.
I shook my head and snapped out of it. My friends were still below. And they still needed my help. I swooped down, relishing the cool air passing through my feathers as I descended. I landed heavily. The sand puffed up in the air around me. I coughed a few times as I turned back into my. I looked at my bladed hands, ten fingers. And my feet, ten toes. I patted my face, I was all here. I stretched. My muscles are sometimes tense after I turn back into a hobbit to fast.
I blinked and walked over to the nearest person. I grabbed a bandage from my first aid kit. I was about to help when I noticed the beard, it was a dwarf. I got up and went to help someone more deserving.
I managed to help a few people and get them back up to their feet. They helped out my other friends and even the dwarf! Before long the lizards came out of the dark trees. We managed to fend them off without to much difficulty. A few of my feather got bitten off. But that didn't mean much when I was a hobbit. Soon the rest of our friends made it here and we started leaving.
The things blocked path. The two groups charged at each other. We managed to scare off a few of the lizard things. But the rest were here ready to fight. I could see in their bright menacing eyes that they only had one thing on their pitiful minds. Food.
The lizards charged at us with amazing fury. It was as if we had been fighting ogres it was so crazy. We managed to get through the middle. When the lizards were scattered they were almost to easy to defeat. It makes me wonder why my healer maybe friend couldn't beat the lizard that attacked him. The lizards were slowly pecked off piece by piece. Their eyes no longer showed the ferocity that had startled me earlier. They were more terror filled. I almost felt sorry for them. Now they felt almost like lost children. Except that they were fighting us. That is what pushed me to wound a few more. The black candle sliced easily between the scales. In a few minutes there were no more lizards to attack us.
I had no idea a lunch could feel so good. It didn't matter what I ate the overwhelming flavor went over me. I closed my eyes, I was hungry, starving infect, but I didn't just force it down. I savored it and tried to remember the last time a simple meal felt like this, I was lost for thought.
It was decided that we would explore the wizard palace. We walked into the life spire and were met by steady unmoving eyes.
We came to a dead stop. There was a long hallway going up. It was lighter then the last time I had been in the palace. Along the hallway were stone statues on both sides. The statues had helmets. The visors of the helms were up so we could see their steady glaring eyes. Some dwarf who had more insanity than wits decided it would be fitting to casually walk past the statues. The closest statue shook. Months of dust coming off of it at ounce. A shiver went down my spine. The eyes started glowing. I could no longer make out the details of them. One of its arms came up and pulled the visor down. The dwarf was frozen in fear. The statue swung its massive stone longsword at the poor fool.
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:37:51 GMT -8
May 2011?
This is the second half Berkeley. It is important to note that this is a separate log entry and that this one is specifically marked as a captains log, as opposed to just a normal jornal entry. It also is missing a lot of information about things that are less important to Cheddar.
Instead of a normal entry there is just a few captioned pictures on the page. The first one is blurry but it looks like a lot of time was put into it. It is a semi abstract illustration of the ocean with one lush island in the middle. There is a dense fog in the background. You see three long ripples going to the island. One of the ripples stops half way their. Despite the details put in it looks like it was abandoned half way through. Most of the sky is missing and there is nothing at the end of the ripples. However, there is a blank space that looks like something was going to be drawn their. The water is blank and besides the ripples there are only a few lines. It looks like it was designed to be shaded and the artist could go back and finish it. The island on the other hand is in great detail. You can see the individual trees and there seem to be people on it. In the water in front of it is a crown. It looks like it was added almost as an afterthought.
There is a caption hastily scribbled beneath the picture. However, the caption is illegible, in direct contrast to Cheddar's normal clear fancy handwriting. All you can make out is something about crashed ships and a relative of Sai Usars, but you cant tell who.
Beneath the caption are a bunch of attempts at what seems likes notes. At closer inspection they seem to be apologies. There are lots of them, at least a couple dozen. They all say something about dying. But almost all are crossed out or scribbles over so you can't make out to much.
Around the notes are little scribbles, notes, and doodles. Some seem to be spirals some seem to noses. One even seems to be a five masted boat. Their are a bunch of others. The words are random things like ship, vampire, three, crash, whirlpool. It doesn't make any sence but it looks like it was intended just as notes, so that the writer could come back later and write something legible.
There is a second picture on the same page. This one makes slightly more sense. It is a map of the southern isles attached using a sticky wheat paste. Part of the coast to the left of Gritin is outlined it is shaded in. There is a dashed line leading to it from Sandend. Note that the line is a little random as though Cheddar wasn't exactly were to put it. But the starting and ending points are clear. Above the line are the words "Land Route". Under the outline of the coast is a dot with a circle around it in a seemingly blank part of the map. Under the circle is the word "island". There are four exes on the map. One in the outlined area, two on the dot, and one between it and Sandend. The last one has a spiral around it. All of the exes are in the sea.
Then it ends abruptly and there is a blank space for most of the rest of the page. It looks like Cheddar decided he had something better to do and just stopped.
The date is at the bottom of the page in fresher ink. This is strange because the date is usually at the top and is done before the log entry.
The next few pages don't have any dates at all. In fact, they don't have any of the formalities cheddar usually puts into his Jornal/Log. All they are all random pictures of different parts of a ship and new parts you haven't seen before. Some of the drawings are labeled and some aren't. More and more of the drawings are put together. And thirty eight pages later you see a complete diagram of a strange covered boat. You turn the page to see a brillant incredibly detailed folded up page of the same strange boat. It is extremely sharp and detailed. Every part of it is labeled. Lots of formalities are taken. There is cheddar's seal, lots of labels and sub-labels, and even a chart for measuring the scale. And about a third of the way up the page is the name of what the drawing is of. It says ENSP Utopia. At the bottom of the page in small letters you can barely make out "it wont happen again".
The next entry is a normal one.
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:38:20 GMT -8
More on the same subject:
The following is a few pages from Cheddar's journal. It is in a way a direct continuation of the last entry. But it is written weeks later and Cheddar didn't originally mean it as a continuation.
My hand rapped around the polished door nob. When I twisted it and opened the door I would be seeing the main deck of the Utopia for the first time. Well, I guess it wasn't really the first time, after all I had seen it dozens of times during her construction. But this “felt” like the first time. I tightened my grip and with a flick of the wrist the door was ready to be opened. I took a deep breath and gave a light push on it. It swung open easily without a sound.
As I looked up at the deck I imagined a huge crew standing there cheering under the banner I had put up. They would greet me and fight for my attention. All of them shoving to get to me. Then someone I recognized would wave at me from the back and call my name. I would call back and push until I got to him. He tells me that something is complete, or that the oars are all in place. I sigh and tell him that we had just finished the construction and that he’d better have a good time. “That’s an order.”
I patted him on his back and pushed the taller man away. The celebration was absolutely amazing. A group of musicians that had been forced out of Oldmarket was there. They were playing an up-beet tune I had never heard before on their wooden instruments. Even though the tune was exotic I shouted to them to play it loader. The lead musician nodded, gave a grin and strung harder on his strange instrument.
There was even food at the party, I made my way over to the tables and met my first mate. He asked me what I thought of the party.
I was about to give an answer him when I stopped. I shook my little head and snapped out of it. There was no party. I was fantasizing again. Even so, I took a look around the dark room just to make sure. There was the banner, the table with food, even the stand for the musicians to play on. But no guests. I was alone. Alone on the deck of my massive ship.
I could barely believe it, it was so real. I sat down, confused. The sounds, smells, and sights, so real. I could even make out the faces. But nothing of it was real. I had just been acting out the whole thing. Pretending I was in that perfect world.
I stood up abruptly and threw down my chair. I couldn’t take it. I stormed into my new quarters. Threw open the door and slammed it shut. I looked my desk, It was covered with letters and recommendations from my crew. I could hear the party outside. I almost opened the door to see if my crew was really there.
I slammed my head against the desk, of course there was no crew out there. I had no crew. Why would I have a crew, it’s not like anybody would want to be sailing with me as their captain now. Not after what happened. I had tried to write apologies to everyone who had died at my hands. Or maybe I should just say everyone, there wasn’t a difference. But when I got the idea for the Utopia I stopped trying. I was using the time spent on the Utopia as an excuse. Now it was to late to apologize. I slammed my head against the desk again, not because I was imagining things, but just because I felt like it. I felt like doing it again, and again. I had to punish myself for what happened. But an aching forehead and a sore back just didn’t feel like it made up for killing everyone, especially not my friends and a member of the royal family. Sai Usar didn’t do anything about it. But I’m sure he wants revenge on me. I’m sure everyone wants revenge on me. I would bet my life that they would love to get the opportunity to slit my throat. And I probably deserve it to. That life I’m betting is barely worth more than a Dwarf’s.
Ugh, I screamed and fell to my knees on the floor. I started screaming, “why? why? why did it have to happen this way?” I ran out of breath and crunched my head on the floor. I was sobbing, still trying to ask, even after I had run out of breath. Eventually I fell asleep on the floor of my cabin.
I woke up in my cabins cot. I took a deep breath and looked around. Someone had cleaned up the room. The chair was straight, the papers cleaned, and the desk had even been dusted. I reached out my legs and let them go limp, hanging off the cot. They really ached. Even so, I pulled myself up and stood.
Suddenly a huge sensation came over my body, I almost collapsed but I caught myself on a bedpost. Aching, that's what the sensation was. Every bone in my body felt sore. I felt so, so very, real! It was great. I was sore. I was excited. Exhilarated! I walked over to the porthole, it was just before sunrise, a perfect time to begin the day, bright and early. A yawn came over me reminding me how tired I was. What? Tired? I wasn’t in the mood for being tired. I just felt like I wanted to do something. I started towards the door when I heard a lowd “squawk”.
“Swiss! My Owl, how hadn’t I noticed you earlier?” I took Swiss on my shoulder and left my cabin. I walked over to one of the starboard cranks. I started pushing it as hard as I could. At first the hatch groaned open, then all of a sudden it popped open all the way. I pushed the escape pod out of the opening and it crashed into the water. The large splash that came off absolutely soaked me. The cold water stinging my eyes. Okay, now I was awake. I would be guarantied to get wet sooner or later, might as well be sooner. Swiss seemed alright, she had shaken off the water.
I stepped three steps back and on the count of three ran forward and leaped as far as my little legs would toss me into the boat. The pod bobbed a few times, then settled. It was my own tradition to leap into a rowboat like that the first time I use it. The pod wasn’t really a row boat but it was close enough. And I had decided weeks ago that I would continue the tradition for it.
I looked back at the Utopia, I had left the hatch open. Oh, well I was to lazy to go back and close it. Besides, she wasn’t completely finished and I hadn’t moved my important papers to my quarters yet.
That done I turned around and faced towards the east. The sun was just beginning to reveal it’s first rays of warm light to the world. I gripped the oars, and paddled into the sunrise... again.
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:40:29 GMT -8
And more... (June stuff)
One two, one two. I listened intently to the steady beating of the starboard oars. There was something calming about that steady rhythm. I could have sat there, listening, letting my mind drift. But not today. I continued walking down the long hall.
This was the first test of the Utopia. I had a feeling everything would work but it didn't hurt to test. At least it didn't hurt me, I wasn't sure about the Dwarves I assigned to rowing duty. It was important to check on all the functions of the Utopia and there were a lot of them. Everything seemed okay with the thirty or so seals holding the oars in place on this side but that could change underwater.
I headed for the nearest ladder, I would check on things at the bow command center. If everything seemed okay there I would move on to sickbay then up to A-deck for the submerging. at the command center I would meet with my first and second mates. They had been checking up on other sections of the ship. I had been so surprised that they wanted to be part of the crew I had perhaps a little to hastily appointed them to first and second mate. I really hadn't suspected anyone to want to be part of the crew, it would have been a ghost ship. But now there were dozens of people on board.
I grabbed the second rung of the ladder. It had been difficult designing ladders that would work for the entire crew everyone was a different size and the Centaurs were, well, you know. I put my left foot on the first rung and hauled myself up a little. My right hand scraped against a nail that had mysteriously not been hammered in all the way. I had left the nail like that so an unsuspecting dwarf might possibly tangle it's beard on it. But... maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all. My hand had started bleeding, maybe I would skip the command center and go right to sickbay. It didn't matter i was fed up with this ladder I turned into a Whiskered Screech owl and flew up. That was much easier, maybe I should take out the ladders all together.
Neither the first nor second mates were at the command center yet. Everything was probably fine and waiting would just mean less time until the submerge. Yes, I'd skip my meeting, go right to sickbay and maybe they would be on a-deck for the submerge.
It was only a short walk to sickbay, were I informed that no-one had bothered to bring any bandages on board, this was only a test mission and the medical officer hadn't expected any serous injuries. Well my hand hurt and that was serous enough for me. I quickly demoted him then dropped my hat on my hand and the scrapes closed up, why didn't I just do that earlier?
I made my up to A-deck and was immediately greeted by spray flying into my face. I reverted and wiped off my face. Wet feathers aren't fun. I looked around with my blurry eyes. People were in position to raise the hatches. There were an awful lot of eyes staring at me. Well what are you waiting for, crank.
I watched in almost amazement as the covers on the sides came up over my head. It made everything so much darker. There was an echoing click as the two sides connected and silence. For some reason I just felt like I should be quiet, and I assume everyone else did. Either that or they were just mocking me. why the quiet? I said out of no where. Lets get this thing underwater.
A scurry of feet followed as everyone hurried to their respective stations and filled the ballast tanks. A great many people started gathering around the portholes. I rushed to claim a spot. I didn't feel like spending the time in my quarters. I wanted to here and see other peoples reactions to submerging.
It started, slowly at first but then sped up. It felt more like the water level outside was rising then that we were lowering. I was excited to see the water cover half of the porthole, so I could see both above and below water at ounce. Before long I was looking at what was going on under the waves for a change.
I was so excited what would it be like as we went further and further under. Some people were covering there eyes or screaming but I was, or at least felt like laughing. It was working, it wouldn't happen again.
The decent stopped. The low almost unnoticeable sound the Utopia made as she went under had stopped. I looked through the uppermost porthole, it was still above water. No, no, no, what was going on, this shouldn't be happening. Perhaps next time I wont skip important meetings so quickly. But, still. I started running over to the ladder, I don't know why, I just wanted to go as low as possible. Maybe that would make me feel better. As I ran I tripped and fell down the ladder. There was a load thump. What was happening, I didn't understand. It wasn't working
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:41:03 GMT -8
July 2011, still Sandend:
Snap! I felt a small twig crack beneath my feat. I drew in a quick breath and my eyes darted around the immediate bushes. Nothing. I slowly and silently let my breath go. I hated having to go out at night and I hated walking. Sure, I could turn into an owl with a "quiet" snap of my fingers but for it to be any useful the ships would have to be floating in air. Plus I didn't have my torch or anything to burn the boats with while I was an Owl. I quickly wayed the odds in my head scilent, night vision, flying, smallness, lack of torches. On second thought being an owl seemed like a pretty good idea.
I leaped and flapped my arms down, by the time they hit my body they were wings and I was soaring into the sky. I glanced down, I new the general direction but looking didn't hurt. Below me I saw to many skeletons to count. A small shiver went up 14 vertebrae spine. I looked a little further, skeletons, skeletons, skeletons, boats! I flapped my wings a little harder and made my way over to the boats.
I wasn't the only one in the sky, there were more of us flying about, but the great majority of us were stranded on the ground, no matter what direction they were attacking from. I hovered, not sure what to do next. I was here, should I dive down and start burning boats. I looked over the boats, scouting for a good target. Then I noticed something, there were only half as many boats as I expected, strange, I took a mental note of it.
Two boats down there seemed to be one without as many skeletons as the rest. I straightened my five inch back pointed my beak and tossed my wings out behind me. I was diving as fast as I cold towards that boat. But my wings were tossed to far back and I missed the boat, landing smack in the mast of the boat behind it. Oh, well, this was as good a place to start as any. I turned back into me, grabbed a torch, and started to burn that boat. Some skeletons noticed me and started to put out the fire. I waited until the were close and flew up as fast as my wings would carry me.
That wasn't my last dive, I made a dozen more. The skeletons put most of the fires out but damage had been done. I hated having to go out on a mission at night. But I would do it again in an instant.
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:41:41 GMT -8
Random sub-chronicle:
The following chronicle is written in very chaotic writing. The letters are off center and barely legible in stark contrast to any other document or log entry Cheddar has ever written. It is although either Cheddar has lost his concentration or is writing with his non-dominent arm.
Is amazing how jus on meting wit
Then it stops. Farther down the page you can see another attempt at writing:
It was just sukd ot
It stops again. It seems that the feeble crossed out attempts go on for pages. Most of the attempts last only for a few words, none get beyond two or three lines.
The farther you look the more and more faded the attempts are, as though Cheddar didn't bother to get more ink. Cheddar is obviously having trouble with something. Seven pages from the one above there isn't any ink left just scratches on the parchment. At the end the line jolts and slides almost off the page. That's when it stops.
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:42:33 GMT -8
August 2011, Sandend, Amari Shade:
The following is a journal entry of what happened to Amari Shade at part of the last Berkeley event. The hand writing is a little clumsy and a few words are misspelled, it looks like the writer was out of practice when this was written.
This is my first entry since before my time on the island. That last entry was over eighteen years ago, I think. I'm not sure which is longer the time spent on that island, or the time it feels like I spent there. At first it felt longer, but then as the years passed they merged together.
Now, I'm not a great writer, hell, I'm not even a good one and when I look back at this I'm sure I will see this as terrible writing. Perhaps I'll rewrite this some time in the distant future but it will do fine for now. It will at least remind me of what was happening back in the now when I wrote this word.
The first thing that happened today worth noting here is probably going to fight some Ork things. The group fighting them was not doing well apparently. So I had to go out there to give them a shove and take down a few of the ugly critters.
It was really just hacking and slashing away they weren't a terribly easy fight, but not a terribly hard one either, a few minutes in the battle field and it was decided. The wounded were gathered up and healed. And I left, I had done my job, and quite a good one I would say.
A few skirmishes later we were back at Outpost Village, a dusty little town on the edge of nowhere that isn't exactly thriving. It isn't as nice as my old home far off in Sandend but I suppose it's good enough. We gathered up, made some hasty decisions about what to do next and next thing I know I'm fighting for my life against Ogres on the bridge going into that town of mine. It's no Sandend, but it's worth fighting for.
To be frank I'm wasn't so sure we could win this one. I mean, Ogres aren't just Dragon fodder like Orks are, they take quite a bit of work to get down. Though probably not by a Dragon. Those Ogres were quite to literally smashing the bridge they were standing on. I could feel it rumbling under my poor feet and didn't want to be there when it went. I charged across and started attacking them from the back, they were using large shields. I never liked any kind of shield, particularly not now. One minute I feel fine and challenge one of these buggers to a duel, the next I'm being crushed under the wait of the shield after getting just a few hits on it. A few moments later, I'm in a daze as the lumbering beast moved to it's next poor pray.
So, this victory was of little help from me, our journeymen managed to somehow take them out. Perhaps I underestimated this new party. I liked my old one just fine, but this one is seeming pretty good to. They seemed kind of smart to, until they decided to investigate some Drakes, the were either Platinum or Mithril, I think. But, they had Goblins riding on them, apparently very skilled ones to, that have classes. This sounded familiar and unpleasant so I decided to let them go on there mary way with that.
When they were walking back into town I could see they had taken quite a beating from, I assumed the drakes had done them harm but they said it was just some Zombies, Skeletons, and your everyday Giant Vampire. They said that the Goblins and there pet platinum Drakes helped them, they used them as cheese and defeated a Vampire called Big Toe, they had apparently exorcised it. And the party had some nice new items to show for it. Items that I wish I had.
By now I wished I had gone on that mission until someone blurted something out that rang a bell of my trip to Roekron, something that seemed to upset General Boulderdash. These Goblins weren't Goblins at all, they were Hobbits, of the Wizard Trade Order.
It's getting late and that's all I feel like writing now, but toon in next time to read about Obsidian, Exploring, Wizards, Flying Ships, Goats, hungry Goblins, pygmy Centaurs, Palm Island, a small camp, and interesting carvings about a five legged creature in a lava tube.
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SwordSoup
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Gabriel
Posts: 134
Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Crestfall, Falnorian, Life, Teriock
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:43:31 GMT -8
And now Feanaro takes over:
I thought it was time for me to make my own chronicling thread for my new character Fëanáro.
Berkeley League (Oldmarket) 1/14/12:
I am afraid I can't understand why someone would choose a dark dangerous spelunking adventure over a chance to feel the wind and waves of the beautiful inner sea. Never, will I chose a chance of treasure over the delicate rocking motions of a ship gliding gallantly over the waves.
Alas, not many agree with me wen it comes to deciding what path to take or witch sea to sail. I was left with little more than my fellow Elves from the clan of Nut to accompany me into the waters of the Inner Sea.
The twenty or so of us set sail in a poor borrowed three master. The minimal vessel could carry us fast enough but I doubted that it could stand up to a real bellowing storm like the ones we sea back home in Wenport. Even so, its owner would have liked to get it back.
I hadn't any idea how abundant goblins would be in the inner sea. I would have thought that they would be rarer. But, as the wrong races shrink others flourish in this harsh dangerous world.
I could see the wretched creatures ship before it reached us. A two masted vessel that if possible was even more beat up then our own. I almost felt sorry seeing the poor creatures on board pirating with such a ship just to survive.
They fought without remorse or intellect. We fought back. They were practically slaughtered and their ship was taken. The only one who could have escaped us was their bow-sword wielding captain. But, when he tried to swim off to safety three of us followed in pursuit. The sad thing couldn't handle defending itself against this many amazons. He perished with his crew.
We cruelly tossed the almost innocent goblins overboard. The only one we left alive was captain who tried to escape. He was locked in the hold for later looting as I watched his crew sink away to their ultimate demise without a chance of resurrection. I feel a deep sadness knowing that the people I travel with, although seeming to defend and value life will toss others to their endless death and hardly turn around and give a moment of silence for those they killed without meaning or purpose.
Not long after the goblins disappeared from my sight for the last time a shout could be heard across the deck. Something had been spotted moving in the water. We Wenport elves could make out the dark slender shapes of merfolk drifting through the waves. I caught a glint of something else with them. At closer inspection I could catch colors. Gold, a crown, we were in the presence of royalty. Those of us in the Clan of Nut bowed as the merfolk queen arose from the sea surrounded by a full royal procession of loyal armed guards.
They asked us many questions. "Who are you?" "Do you have females?" "Where are your fins?" "Why should we trust people without females?" On the fly, I was appointed as our acting female. We had to be careful, we didn't want to make enemies with royalty. "I am afraid we don't have any females who are capable of sailing us through the sea. We must settle for what we have." They seemed to be reasonable and understand.
The merfolk were smart, they could tell we weren't from around here. I told them of the southern isles. They listened as I told them of the Sea of Mercy and the Gorna Reefs. They weren't satisfied, they needed more answers. "Do you have other merfolk there?" "Do they have females?" We seemed to be getting on good terms with her majesty when a very disastrous situation almost happened.
From the sky defended a flock of gryphons. They attacked the merfolk. I was worried. We couldn't let the queen get wounded in our company. Our amazons took to the waves. We guarded the queen and her guards. Our daggers and javelins flew up from our hands and pierced the armor like hide of the flying creatures. They squeaked in terror and attacked all the more viciously. These weren't goblins. They were powerful flying beasts that could defeat any of us with just a snap of their mighty beaks.
The battle was fierce and dangerous. But evidently, I survived. Though at times I wasn't sure I would. More then ou nce the gryphon's talons brought me clutching at a wound as I splashed into the depths of the sea. More then once my fellow amazons glided through the waves to my rescue as I surely would have died… all to easily.
The gryphons were left where they fell. If they had been shot down over the waves then they had drowned to their death. If not, then they would soon enough.
Conversation continued shortly. This time on the ships port side. They were more taken back then before. I can only imagine how they would have acted if we hadn't come to their aid. The queen demanded our ships gold. My friend generously offered the three gold he had received after the mindless looting of the goblins treasure to her. She seemed satisfied and warned us of a coming storm before she left.
I followed after the merfolk. We needed their help. Our two broken ships couldn't stand the might of the wind and waves thrashing against their hulls. They were less then generous. The only help or advice they would offer was to take shelter in our cave.
I made a mistake, I offered them gold for helping us. Her majesty was surprised. "You have already given all your ships gold." As cruel as they were for demanding our gold without reason I had to play it safe. After all, I was outnumbered about twenty to one. I made myself up a quick shaky response. "You asked for all the gold on that boat. We had gold on the other." It was a lie. But, survival was more important than the truth here. And I couldn't risk misleading, if I was wounded I would die and if I died I would stay dead for a very vary long time.
My lie worked well enough for me to escape with my life. Unfortunately it didn't work well enough for them to come with me. I approached our fleet of two with the first of the dark clouds of the storm beginning to make a stark contrast against the still golden hulls of the ships. As I got closer lightning flashed silhouetting the vessels for a short poetic moment. Then the rain washed over the decks.
Everyone was holding on for dear life around the masts of the ships, hoping to keep them in one piece. I rushed to my position at the foremast of our first ship just in time to feel the cold waves pierce the skin of my skin and sink to the inner most fragment of my body. I closed my eyes as I tinkered on then edge of life and death. As frightening as it was, there was a certain calmness in knowing that for all the might of elf kind, nature could quench the hearts of our most powerful warriors and mages as no other enemy could. That was my last thought before one powerful wave struck our ship and all hands were tossed overboard unconscious. We were at the mercy of the sea.
I awoke on the shore of a coast I couldn't recognize. But, then again I hadn't seen many of the Inner Seas brilliant coastlines. I sat up, my clothes tattered and worn. Littered around me were the thoughtless bodies of everyone who had come on this journey with me. Eyes opened on all about the beach. Then someone gasped. I turned only to see a disheartening sight. Orks, wait, no, urukai. But, these weren't any urukai no, these were troops, Grimsoeoth troops. I hadn't battled Grimsoeoth for about twenty-five painful years. Yet, I remembered what cruel devious fighters they were. I was not looking forward to confronting these terrible creatures again with this half conscous party.
Then a stroke of luck came upon us. We didn't have to fight alone. I could see that the troops weren't interested in us. They were occupied by a group of shielded humans. These humans were armored and each was armed with an unusual shield bow. These were Sai Usar guard!
I called out to my party not to attack them. "They're our friends!" Together we fought back the Grimsoeoth troops and made out way to safety. I took the opportunity of safety to talk with the one who seemed to be in charge. He told how much had changed since the fall of Black Horse. The once loyal protectors of Gritten were now shunned nomads. Ever since Gritten's loyal king had been bitten by Fish people feared them. They called them traitors and enemies. Now the few remaining Sai Usar guard travel through Gritten as nomads. Helping the nation where possible but avoiding cities. People call the king a traitor, but, they don't understand how he gave his life defending his nation. People call his guards enemies, but, they don't understand how they travel Gritten seeking to help even as they label them as foes. The once king is now a fisherman with no memory of the life of royalty who he once lives or the person he once was.
I heard how the Sai Usar Guard are held back by the limited quantity of loyal, kind hearted, humans who wish to join their ranks. They will never be the generous force for good they once were unless they change their ways and break free from tradition.
That was the extent of our discussion. For, all to soon Grimsoeoth launched a counter attack against us. We held our ground and discovered the Sai Usar Guards were protecting a chest from Sandend. For all our help in defending it we were allowed to open the chest.
Inside were five well ornamented sticks. Far to well ornamented to be normal sticks, these were wands! Many of us greedily reached into the chest and grasped the first wand they could. Alas, I was one of those greedy scum. Although I came out empty handed my dear dear friend pulled out a beautiful one.
It had a long twisted handle that reached outward ending in a double crescent that formed an elaborate birdlike shape. What would have been the birds beak drew narrow and exploded out into two arcs the lowered down and came to two firm points. Then from the points the smooth lines of the wand swirled outward into a sharp spade like shape. Swirling around this tip were countless particles of energy in a blue mist that burst outward like a torch during a winter storm. But, even more incredible then the shape of the wand was what it did.
The wand was called Franky. It allowed my friend to use magic. He could turn any stone into a spell that freezes it's target in space and time for the lesser half of a minute.
I managed to obtain a history of the wands. "This wand is one of many prototypes being made in the Wizard Palace. These items are mostly handed out to young troops for test purposes and for vetting future wizards. Each wand type is named after a famous wizard or Archmage who fought in the last wars against Grimsoeoth and the Defence of Gritten during th e rise and fall of Black Horse." The other four wands were named Ciron (Terror Ball), Zedaka (Fire Ball), Alupin: Fish Slayer (Medicine Ball), and Cheddar* (Tree Form Ball). My friend was very nice and gave Franky out to be used by anyone in the Clan of Nut.
As it turned out, we had been blown ashore not to far down wind from Oldmarket, we were able to return without further delay. Although we didn't return with a mission accomplished I felt very grateful that most of us had returned with our lives.
*YES!
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SwordSoup
GM Class
Gabriel
Posts: 134
Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Crestfall, Falnorian, Life, Teriock
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:44:02 GMT -8
Do to the influx of old characters into recent(ish) events Feanaro hasn't seen quite as many events occurring over the last month or two. So this entry will have information from quite a couple events. It took him a while to gather the information for his notes from other people (my excuse for being to lazy to write sooner).
Notes and Tidbits from Fëanáro's journal:
Notes from March Fourth 15955:
More Golems in Teriok. This time they (or it as there only seems to be one at a time) has been spotted near Cliffwatch. Now, I wasn't there myself. I was in that ravaged town, but didn't encounter the Golem. I am frankly very glad of this because it seems that they, or it (if there are in fact more than one) have been improved. When I last fought one down in Braknik we defeated it with a silver dagger. Normal weapons and even my spells weren't working against it. Well, if the Cliffwatch Golem were down South than I doubt we could have defeated it. I would have escaped but, now only magic is able to harm it. The day of taking down artificial Twichin warriors is over and short lived. I can think of other things that seem to have had just as long a life.
I did hear of an interesting development or two on the whereabouts of the Golems. A Twichin wizard was spotted hiding near the Golem. A very powerful one. Now, one could easily tell that the mage was not to be messed with. Of course we never are but, this one seemed even more powerful than usual. And that's saying a lot. One could read beware from head to toe on the mage and I was informed that it was weighed down with powerful Elder Sorceries. Naturally, some idiot decided to attack it.
Before I go on I must stop myself. I can not simply going on calling the Golem "the Golem" or "it." The Golem deserves a name. This will avoid confusion with the other golems popping up all over this stupid world. I am thinking I will give it a name that begins with B. I will give the first Golem one with A and continue in alphabetical order. This will allow me and other historians to easily track future developments in golem technology at a later date and then write a ten volume set on the nature of Golems in Teriok durring the early half of the Sixth Age. I will call the first Golem Arias'tama which as any good reader should no is the Elven word for bad ass. The second shall be named Bochara which of course means victor. I am calling it this for the blatantly obvious reason of saying that it should have been the victor of the battle. Especially when accounting for all the stupidity in the party that attacked it. I will return to that subject now.
Some idiot (probably a dwarf or warrior) saw an exceptionally powerful mage and thought something along the lines of "I don't know what that thing is, but I know I'm gonna kill it" and when he (I assume it's a he since these sort of things are usually done by us) saw the wizard begin to raise its arms up and say something he thought "I will stab it because these weird magical things always die when stabbed with a normal sword." The end to this sub-confrontation should be obvious. The wizard cast an inferno aura and knocked down the party like weighted dominos. Later, when the party finally managed to knock Bochara over and stab it a few more times for good measure for the third or fourth time the Twichin Mage revealed itself again. It cast an Elder Sorcery sphere that instantly teleported it and Bochara away. The sphere barely missed hitting a few people with hellishly slow reflexes. A few moments later the wizard teleported back with what I assume was Bochara. It could have been Ceshar but it was more likely just Bochara with mana restored. Needless to say the party ran back towards the ruined half abandoned town of Cliffwatch.
I would be interested if someone besides me were to jump in the way of the teleportation spell. I would like to see where it leads and how long they last before they get wounded, death rayed, animated as a zombie (hopefully), and sent on a suicide mission. They could have a shellphone or other devise attached to them so they could tell us where they are and provide every aspect of there excruciating painful death. After all, judging from the Storm spell and Inferno Aura that wizard was at least double guildmaster (we all know what happens to those people) and most likely working with either Daltengron or Dagdeoth. I will explained my evidence for this in another note.
Sources:
Daddy
a cat
some useful people
lots of useless people
I know this is short but it's late and Berkeley League is tomorrow. I will most likely post the other notes afterwards.
Forget that, enough happened at Berkeley league that the chronicle has postponed the other notes.
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SwordSoup
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Gabriel
Posts: 134
Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Crestfall, Falnorian, Life, Teriock
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:44:21 GMT -8
Here is a chronicle by "Cheddar Cheese" of the morning of the last Berkley character event. The afternoon will be uploaded later. As always please remember while reading this and the next chronicle that the character and player don't necessarily have the same mind, personality, opinions, etc. (and in Cheddar's case certainly don't) At the last Berkeley event some people grew a hatred for Cheddar that in some cases expanded out of game. This chronicle will carry Cheddar's feelings so watch out, if he hates you. This one wasn't quite so bad but the one for the afternoon will be.
A great deal of things in the chronicle wont make any sense. So I took the liberty of including the occasional out of character remark, these are in bold so as to not be confused with Cheddar's twisted mind. This is not all common knowledge (especially things about his relations with Amari and Figaro)
Also keep in mind that some parts of Cheddar's mind haven't developed past the three month old milestone yet.
Let it begin!
Teeth
by "Cheddar Cheese"
I cannot begin to understand why people put so much time into randomly poking people for the greater good of getting a flag! What’s more, the weird big people are so serious about it to. They forget everything and focus only on getting worthless “flags” and being mean to ME! Mr. big bad centaur person (Ethan's Character) said I couldn’t carry around Mr. Came (Cheddar's Boulder) or big rock, as other useless people seem to call it. And he was really impolite! He said he was better then I was cause he had a magical spell thing that listens to music in people’s heads. He threatened to use it on me! I don’t care if he hears my rambling songs. He’ll probably just hear the fun song my creator wrote about the Weapon Exchange. (I wanted to include the lyrics but couldn't find the file, I'll add it later if I find it. It's very anti-Exchange)
But then he said I had to be as weak as the other normal sized people. Or, not quite normal but just a little larger than it. He said I had to pretend I couldn’t lift up Mr. Came or fly. So I grabbed him and started flying in circles around the mean team I had been forced onto! It was fun dragging him around through the sky. Centaurs think that they’re so tough so it’s fun to tease them. I started singing. “Round and round the purple flag team. The drakespawn dragged the pony. The pony seemed unhappy. So, drop goes the pony!” It was fun watching him fall the first fifty feet or so. Then it got boring. Just like Capture the Flag.
I decided not to help my mean “team” I flew to the corner of the field and petted Mr. Came. Every so often I would take a peak to see how the “battle” was coming. Unfortunately we seemed to be winning without me. Then I saw mean Mr. Centaur get stabbed. The teasing that followed was a highlight of the game.
In the distance, or maybe near by distance I saw a nice person getting poked really hard with a sword. (Sean's Character) He had such nice little perfectly shaped pointed ears that I ran up and started to bandage his wounds. Some people stared at me slightly confused. They’re just stupid who cares about teams; these perfect ears are in danger of getting red stains!
Some people have no respect for good ears. A good person needs a good ear. If a person doesn’t have wonderful ears that come to smooth soft points then that person has no point. Take dwarfs for example, they’re ugly, have beards, mustaches, and sideburns, but terrible ears! I wish my ears were as perfectly sculpted as elves. That’s another thing why do they not like being called elves, I thought they were called that but I guess it depresses them. I wish I could be called an elf, because that would mean that my ears would be so much taller and higher then every useless person else’s. Ears make a person.
So I don’t know why people didn’t care that he had such amazing ears! They just let him get wounded! They should have called off the entire event to make sure his ears were okay. Plus he’s a friend of my creator.
After the hyped up game of capture the flag ended I made sure to ask around and see if other people liked Mr. Came. Turns out people are fine with big rocks! I decided to get sweet revenge on the mean pony.
Then the next game useless game started. I bragged to Mr. Mean Centaur about Mr. Came. And for some reason he seemed to get upset at me. He was really mean and made everything worse until I had to big rock him. Then someone tried to heal him and I big rocked him as well. It takes the point out of wounding people if you just let other people bandage their wounds until they feel better. I spent the rest of the day making sure that people wouldn’t just be healed back up.
For some reason the whole “team” blamed me for them starting the game with two players down. It was their fault. They brought it upon themselves. It didn’t even affect the game anyways.
Most of the team decided that it was best to randomly run off for other people’s flags. Luckily they left the most bearable people behind. They weren’t mean at all. And their ears! They were pointy. One of them was even a normal sized elf just a little taller then I am. Maybe about three feet tall. They were nice. But they didn’t chat much. So I just stayed staring at their beautiful ears.
Then, some orange people ran over the hill next to our flag to attack us. They had the nice person with them! I shouted greetings and ran up to say hello. But they also had a cruel dwarf with them. I could see he was glaring at me. Mr. Came threatened to pulverize him unless they put him away. They put him away and I agreed to help the orange people. They asked me if I would steel the purple flag. But, I didn’t want to make more enemies with my team. I had made two in the last twenty minutes.
But, the orange people weren’t all nice either. One of them suggested they wound me and called me a girl! (Names shall be avoided for the most part when it comes to people Cheddar dislikes) Nobody calls me a girl, or a dwarf, or a vampire. I big rocked him until he was unconscious. I’d have killed him but killing is a sick disgusting overly strategic technique that does little to nothing more then expanding and spreading over the world like a boomerang with a dead rat on it. One person does it. Then an enemy army does it. Then the world does it! I will never kill anything or anyone ever. Killing makes me through up!
I had to boulder four or five more of them until they stopped trying to wake him up. If someone is supposed to be unconscious they should be unconscious.
There was also this really mean person who arrowed me in a place where it could pierce my armor! Then there was also a nice person who bandaged my foot even though he didn’t have pointy ears. (Rowan's Character) I offered him a peanut and he accepted! He also promised to come to my next tea party. It was okay since he didn’t have pointy teeth or side burns. Side burns are weird and ugly.
There was a lot more stabbing, bouldering, betraying, and bouldering before the “battle” ended. It was pointless and I don’t even know who won. Then, the city decided to send us on another pointless mission.
I may be less then three months old but I still know that Oldmarket is a semi-worthless dusty city that Gritian can’t hold onto for more then a month or two. So of course we were sent to defend it from the combined forces of Grimsoeoth and Welande.
I didn’t feel like fighting again. It’s tiring enough fighting two pointless battles for flags in a row and then also flying 20 or 30 miles along old road. Everyone we were forced to fight was in a class and the guild seemed to have taught them the new skills they were developing and mastering.
I was far to tired to fight for a cause I don’t care about so I just tucked my wings behind my back as much as I could and pretended to be a lost civilian.
I like these new Grimsoeoth people. They don’t mindlessly attack armed three-month-old dragon children when they are pretending to search for their non-existent mom. In reality I don’t have a mom. Or a dad really. I just have my creator, Feanaro, and his jerk of a father Amari. Well, I guess Amari isn’t all bad. He keeps me as a slave and steals my gold but at least he lets me play with Mr. Koob sometimes. (Mr. Koob is Cheddar's favorite morganti dagger)
It was only a little fun watching Grimsoeoth and Welande troops slaughter all the mean people who travel with me without killing. I guess it’s odd that they’re fighting Welande since Gritian is supposed to be in an alliance with them or something. In honor of that alliance they sold the mean people back to Sandend at outrageous prices. Amari expressed an interest in getting involved in this profitable business.
This time some weird person who was with Sandend and Gritian or something fought with the party and told me that pretending to be a lost child wouldn’t fool them anymore for some reason. There was some fun in watching him get defeated as well.
I guess he wasn’t all bad, he did warn me that they would start attacking me and the Grim people did. But he didn’t want a peanut and he DIDN’T come to my tea party.
The mean Grimsoeothians tried to chase after me trying to poke me or shoot me with a non-existent arrow. I was faster then them and carried on my merry was back to Sandend. I was the only one from that party that survived. TAKE THAT MR. CENTAUR!
Another party went and got owned by the Grimsoeites two or three people survived. But these were good people that escaped. Mr. Nice Human Who Healed Me When That Mean Person Arrowed Me was one of them. Along with the nice Wenport Elf with the wonderful pointy ears.
Somehow, the people being sold back to Gritian got sold back faster then us and managed to pass us on the way back to Sandend without us noticing. Then stopped with some nice special pale-faced farmers.
So, what happened was that the three or four of us ran into our parties with a group of “nice” farmers. We began walking through and the farmers began reaching out for us. Then the parties, which were technically one large party charged towards us and tried to kill us, I guess. We survived took down some of the party and escaped.
The battle wound up spreading onto a large field where we faced off against the partied witch out-numbered us at least five to one and a group of Sired by Vampire farmers. Needless to say, we won. The battle went far to fast for me; I never got to incite the former farmers to a tea party.
I guess that battle was kind of fun, I actually got to drop a medicine ball from the sky a few times and Mr. Came got to boulder some vampires. I hate vampires! They have such awful disgusting pointy teeth that are so incredibly sharp and pointy. Pointy ears are great but teeth are the worst things to happen to undead since as long as I can remember! I guess I can’t remember very long compared to other people so that isn’t a great analogy but it’s true! They are so disgusting. I guess vampires aren’t all bad though. They have caused a few good things to happen. I wouldn’t exist without them. If old me hadn’t had his mind erased and then got vaporized and killed I would never have had a new soul created! I wonder if Voocoob Kame was or is a vampire. I want to know who Voocoob Kame is. I hear his name in my head every morning when I wake up. Especially after I have really vivid dreams. My dreams are always vivid but some are worse then others. I never remember my dreams. I wonder what Voocoob Kame has to do with that. But I hear his name so much that I decided to name my weapons after him. Especially Mr. Voo, my first weapon, a borrowed katana. I like Mr. Voo.
Anyways, we arrived in Sandend, or maybe just outside Sandend. Hammerhead zombies and a vampire dark troll or something was attacking it like that. I guess it wasn’t a noble vampire dark troll, since it could be heart by silver. It did kill a friend of mine or two. Well, one of them wasn’t really a friend and later in the day he would become an enemy.
I can’t say we won that battle but at least we made our way into the city. The sired by vampire farmers were exorcised and interviewed. All they remembered about their time becoming vampires was a person that was human sized in black armor. Meaning dirty dark I guess. Because who would want to wear morganti armor? It would hurt. And if it ever got damaged and a piece of it stuck into you then there wouldn’t be any you left. But, anyways the dark person was standing there and there was a bright light or something and then BAM vampires everywhere.
I took a peak at Feanaro’s notes with Amari at the end of the day and it looks like another Carakwaith is on the loose in Teriok. Amari thinks it’s Apocalypse, the Paladin Carakwaith but I don’t know. Neither of us are vampire experts. But maybe I should be I guess. I hope that the new Carakwaith or two don’t get me again. I don’t want to become another vampire that gets killed and exorcised and dies forever. Until Feanaro creates a new me. And the new me goes wandering off starting over from fresh again. Without my thought, memories, or mind. Without being me.
I hope that Feanaro gets set free from prison soon though. I don’t think he’s a murderer he’s a good person and has such amazing pointy ears! Plus, he created me.
Some people seem to think that Ms. Ballerina person in charge of Grimsoeoth is a vampire. Maybe a Carakwaith. It wouldn’t quite make sense for her troops to leave for the hammerhead vampire division then, but you know, vampires are weird and sometimes they like to fight each other. If Ms. Person Who’s Name Sounds Like A Deadly Plant is a vampire then that tournament where the winner wins an audience with her is a bad idea. Easy selective Carakwaith creation machine. ESCCM, that sounds like a good acronym except that it doesn’t sound out very well. I don’t know, just food for thought.
Stay tuned for the afternoon chronicle. It's much more twisted and impolite then this one.
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SwordSoup
GM Class
Gabriel
Posts: 134
Leagues Played: Battle League, Character League, Club League, Adult League, Crestfall, Falnorian, Life, Teriock
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Post by SwordSoup on May 8, 2013 17:44:48 GMT -8
This is not a normal chronicle. It is one of Sean’s birthday party by my Coban character Ogawa Chi. For meta-gaming purposes it is safe to assume that almost nothing in this is common knowledge. Assume that the only things you know are that a small two masted ship full of teenage cobans with strange tattoos on their faces arrived. They don’t speak common and are only trusting cobans. They managed to defeat a party of heroes but are now fighting with them. Many of the cobans seem to be protecting on coban in particular.
This is what the tattoos look like:
Now that the formalities are over, let’s get on with the chronicle!
The wheel is turning. Another cycle is coming to a close as the old Empress Jaoloki leaves her thrown. All agree it is time for the cycle to continue and have San replace Ko. The old Lake Master has been in charge for too long and so the cycle must pass to Mountain. Soon San’s time will end and my clan, the Chi clan comes to power. Then the cycle will continue through all the remaining eight clans and return to Ko. This is the way it has always been. This is the way it always will be. Almost all agree with the cycle. That is to say all but Rai, whose thunder monks have never agreed with the other clans. But that is the way of things. And the wheel has a long way to turn before their peg comes on top.
As surely as the cycle of leadership must be followed so must the cycle of life. So at thirteen, I, and many other young people from across the regions have gathered at the capitol to find our item.
Our spirit will search with the guidance of the master Necromancer for an item with witch we click. When we find our item the ancestors will begin to bestow us with the powers of our clan and we may join a guild. It is at this time that or training in dancing will pay off. It is now that I begin the journey as an Earth Monk that my father before me and his father before him have followed. It is time to find my item.
I am not alone in finding my item. I am seeing others begin journeys of their own. Some find armor others find weapons and another even found his spirit dwelled with a fishing rod. After much searching I find myself connect with a short sword. A wakizashi. I am satisfied with this. I can wield it in defense of our land or keep it at my side until I am experienced enough to use my Earth skills without putting the mental energy to it.
With my wakizashi at my side it is time to begin a new chapter in my story. The ancestors will begin to grant me with their time honored powers until I am as much a master at it as they are. For now I can use my skills as an Earth Monk only when my blade is drawn and I put the energy into using them. But soon I will be able to use them with any wakizashi in my hand. I look forward to this and didn’t expect to use them so soon.
I am introduced to the other young men who have just received their first gift and joined their first guild. I chose to become a Life Mage as did my fellow clan member. He is the only other person I know from this group. But I should get used to this party. It will be the one I fight with for longer then I knew at the time. Also in the party is the up and coming empress herself.
Gee Gee San’s mother died not long ago. So, as the cycle turns power must fall to one as young as I am. As she is the only women in her family still fit to rule. And we must not have a male emperor. That would break the cycle.
We split into groups and conduct basic training exorcises. I am split from my team mate and am partnered primarily with the Ku clan. Together, the four of us fought in all the training games. I will not go into detail in the exorcises as they lie worthless in the shadow of the events of the later day. But I sill must include the fact that we won every battle.
A strange ship with many square sails and four masts was spotted near our islands. A true ship should only have two masts with triangular sails. So, as Gee Gee San instructed we investigated this strange new vessel.
We left on two boats to meet the strange ship. Mine was the second to arrive. By the time we met with the boat our other vessel was empty and drifting away. Something had happened to its crew and the empress!
The reason for their defeat soon became evident as we saw the crew of the strange ship. A whole crew of demons! Some large with four legs, others with know fur at all. And others still were abnormally short. They seemed skilled in magic and muttered many strange and unfamiliar words such as “twichin” and “kendrai.” Although the crew seemed to small to control such a large ship. And they seemed to be missing a captain as well.
They were savages as well. Charging on our boat and attacking without being provoked. There was no way we would fall to the same fate as the other crew. Many of us pulled out our newly acquired spirit items and summoned our blessings from the ancestors.
I charged into the fray and was surprised to take far more hits them I was used to. Normally a single thrust into my stomach will put me unconscious. But now I was taking stab after stab, thrust after thrust. And what’s more I felt myself miraculously recovering from what were surly fatal wounds.
The battle ended at a marvelous speed and we were easily victorious over the strange demon wizards. But the battle was still dangerous. I couldn’t afford to have my hands or spirit sword touch the demon’s flesh. For if I did, they would surely infect me with their evil spirits and drive me mad. We made sure to carefully push all the demons into the calm waves so they could never infect anyone again.
Of course no sooner had we cleansed the evil ship of the demons then we noticed our ship was drifting off. The fog was coming in and the three ships were separated. None of us could control the demon ship. Nor would any of us. We made an attempt and asking the demons for help. But, their evil was to strong and they attempted to thwart us again. With their mind games and false words. After that we had no use for them.
We checked the demon hold and found strange maps of curious places that looked huge and unfamiliar. There was a coast shaped like a demon’s face and a chain of islands that split the map in half. These maps we kept but the money we didn’t.
The money was cursed and had the faces of the demons on it. We through it out and found the only items of real value were food and water. Either demons also have to eat or it was a trick to make us think they weren’t demons. They are clever, but we wouldn’t fall for their little ruse.
While we were wandering in the hold the fog continued to roll out from the horizon and block out the sky. The water stayed calm but we were drifting into unexplored land. We were moving into the wild land of the demons!
Soon, we saw another ship approaching. It was a two master like ours, but we couldn’t fall for any tricks. We rushed to the edge of our vessel and prepared for another battle with demons.
I felt tension spur through my body. I have never enjoyed fighting for the fun of it. And fighting demons isn’t any different. Demons have no honor to be taken. It is like I am fighting a wall that can strike back at me. It is a new sensation but isn’t a pleasant one.
When the ship came closer we could see the crew was that of our other ship. It was the one with the Empress on board. No fight was to be had with this boat. We sunk the demon ship and discussed our predicament.
Our crews had left our islands and found a giant ship being controlled by demons. We had defeated them in a fair battle but lost our ships. Neither crew had a corsair so we both drifted endlessly in the fog until we ran into another. We had plenty of food and water from the three ships and could survive for a while in the open sea.
But we were lost, with no way to find our way back home to the TeiCoban. Our only chance was to keep drifting in the hope that we would find our way back to our islands. The wheel has turned to fast and thrown us off. Our party was made of a teenage crew and had the future empress. We shouldn’t have been able to survive though we needed to take the empress home.
We drifted.
Before long the crew from my original vessel drifted off in the hold. Relying on the other Cobans to keep us safe until we switched.
Naturally we were rudely awakened by small squeaking beasts bashing their way into our hold. This was a new form of demon that we hadn’t seen on the giant ship. But they had broken into our hold. We removed of them efficiently and peeked through an opening in the door. Our boat was flooded with demons. There was less variety in them then the last ship but differences were huge. Some of the demons were tiny and disgusting, but others were nearly five times their size and disgusting. The smaller demons all wielded smaller bows of an unfamiliar make but the larger ones had different weapons still. One was using a long double sided sword made of a dark material in one hand and had a large round shield firmly attached to the other arm. The other large demon had an evil looking axe and a ring rapped around his neck that seemed master crafted. He also had armor.
For the second time today we drew our spirit weapons and gained the skills of our clans. Once again I could take far more hits then before. But this time I felt myself lose it’s balance and fell over wounded. But just a few seconds later I was miraculously healed by my own body.
Much to the surprise of the demons I was back on the field fighting them down again. While the small demons with bows dropped like flies the larger ones were taking at least as many hits as I was. They were defeating our crew to efficiently for normal healing to save them. So I ran around bringing them back with life magic. Eventually my fellow member of the Chi clan successfully managed to hit the demons hard enough on the head so they were unconscious.
Once again we were victorious while the other crew was slaughtered. Once again we had defeated a demon vessel. Though this one had one less mast then the last one it still had to be sunk.
Many days passed after the battles with the demons. We continued drifting over open seas and the fog wouldn’t clear. We drifted over reefs and sea. Past various sea life that our nature mages dealt with. We weren’t starving as we had four boats of food and a spirit fishing rod, but we were running low on water. We boiled and strained the demon water so it was drinkable but we still were frighteningly low when we ran into another boat at long last. It was, of course another demon ship with three giant masts lumbering over a poorly constructed hull.
On the ship we found saw a cobin surrounded by demons. The coban was missing his face tattoos and didn’t have the muscles of a skilled dancer. But he was still a coban and needed to be rescued. A long fight occurred. The crew, composed of demons of all sizes fought well. One especially was swatting us down with a hammer that we couldn’t block and a shield on his front and back protecting us from hitting him were he was armored.
We eventually shattered his weapons and defeated the rest of the well equipped crew. One of them had full plate mail and the same neck ring as the giant demon. He was a challenge but was eventually brought down. I still wasn’t sure of the coban though. No coban in their right mind would parade a blank face without the symbols of his clan. He also couldn’t speak with real words and didn’t want to be brought aboard. Eventually he showed me a hook that I could tell was a spirit item but he still didn’t seem right. We knocked him out, disabled all his limbs and tossed him in the hold for safe keeping.
Now we continued drifting. Until we reached a small island inhabited almost entirely be demons. We couldn’t take the whole island so we settled in with the demons. I don’t trust them but they are our only hope of once again reaching the TeiCoban and saving the empress. I will follow them for now and wait for my time to strike. Soon we will be home. It is just a matter of manipulating demons to get the results you want. As surely as there is a star were fire and water can live in peace, the cycle must go on.
Sorry the chronicle is so short, but it was a short event.
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