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Guess not, but be afraid all of you, be VERY afraid, don't think the "Game" can be forgotten, can be avoided, or anything of the like.
(On my death-bed, i'll be quoting Oscar Wilde, reciting philosophical statements and giving life-lessons. And I KNOW for a certainty that my son will say.
"That's great pop... I lost the game."
My last words: "Fuck... I lost."
I know it'll happen.
(On my death-bed, i'll be quoting Oscar Wilde, reciting philosophical statements and giving life-lessons. And I KNOW for a certainty that my son will say.
"That's great pop... I lost the game."
My last words: "Fuck... I lost."
I know it'll happen.
Crowghast is actively trying to get this RP locked by acting like an immature son of a ***** and playing an immature "Game" that a few unlucky people know about... but fear not, I have the cure
As fun as the game is, let's just hold off on the chatter in here until Monday/Tuesday when the RP comes back. There's been way too much OOC talk.
I don't have time to go in depth on this right now, but since the RP seems to be imploding without me here's something for you to do
@Markon and Fiddeus
Caravan
The prisoner shakes his head groggily and looks at Markon, "Calm down man! Some wizard did it!" He gestures vaguely toward the city, "I wasn't even here, I was on a work detail in the city. Nobody who actually saw it is alive." He thinks back for a moment, "He made everybody hear him though, in their heads. Think his name was Erin or something. Said he was out in the city."
Markon, Fiddeus, you are in the same area and I can't be bothered to give you things to do right now. Talk to one another for a bit.
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@Leon and Elianus
Empowerment Workshop
Just as Elianus opens the metal book and begins to read the door to the building slams open and the torso of a Lich with blacksmith in tow enters the room. The three freeze as they see one another and the Lich says, "Famm drec ec yh utt dinh uv ajahdc."
Once again, can't be bothered to give you things to do until later. RP amongst yourselves for a bit.
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@Lyitanom
Caravan
Having escaped the basement of the Library Lyitanom lables his way back through the city until he arrives back at camp. There are now two trails of papers leading off into the city from the camp.
There is a merchant who appears to have been brutalising a prisoner here. There is also a prisoner wandering in from the city who is carrying an armload of clearly magical flasks and reeks of alchohol.
You can talk with Markon and Fiddeus until I get back. RP amongst yourselves for a bit
Erin sighed as he entered the massive ruins, he had traveled a long and ardous journey of... twenty feet... to find a teleporter room, so that he could find this lost ruin. If this was the place that Erin hoped it was, and it was looking like it was, judging from the destroyed pillars and the images that were carved into the wall, then he would no doubt find a second in command that would be worthy of such a title.
Erin broke into a grin as his eyes fall apon a colossal pair of double doors. This was the place... this was the prison of Zysac Sllyndhao. Erin started to laugh as he stepped forward. All of those master mages that had been required to put him away, their battle was completely pointless! He planted a hand on the door, restraining his insane cackle as he spoke to the being beyond
"rise and shine, come out and smell the blood... Zysac Sllyndhao"
Erin's hand began to glow green, and the doors opened
Erin broke into a grin as his eyes fall apon a colossal pair of double doors. This was the place... this was the prison of Zysac Sllyndhao. Erin started to laugh as he stepped forward. All of those master mages that had been required to put him away, their battle was completely pointless! He planted a hand on the door, restraining his insane cackle as he spoke to the being beyond
"rise and shine, come out and smell the blood... Zysac Sllyndhao"
Erin's hand began to glow green, and the doors opened
Allow me to introduce you to my second in command...
Placing the flasks gently on the ground, Fiddeus picked one up and took a sip from it to calm his nerves. The resulting backlash almost seared a hole through his trousers and caused a high-pitched whistling noise to emanate from his ears along with twin puffs of smoke. He offers the flask to the others.
"Want some?"
Clearly he is too drunk to realise what he's offering them.
"Want some?"
Clearly he is too drunk to realise what he's offering them.
The ground shook and cracked, the wind screamed like a scared child, the heavens darkend and wept...
The doors had been opened to the sounds of the world protesting, the beast was free.
The scream of the beast was so primal, so powerful, so evil it would of destroyed the mind of a mere human if they had heard it, and as such Zysac Sllyndhao was curious as to why this walking ape still breathed.
<color=black>"UIE NOZY HYSYOLYD CY JHIC CU YTYHROS LSECBYH, A TNORK UIE.
A CELT MIRJYLL A NOD GITTYR HOTNYH BIHYD IJ BYARG THOPPYD JIHYZYH, A LNOSS OLLECY UIE VORT LICYTNARG AR HYTEHR"
<spoiler=OOC>No, you can't understand me only Erin can
EDIT: Oh by the way, hello all I'll be your villain for tonight
We have pain and horror, which go very well with the blood of the innocent
and todays special is a full 400 pound slab of cold hard death.
The doors had been opened to the sounds of the world protesting, the beast was free.
The scream of the beast was so primal, so powerful, so evil it would of destroyed the mind of a mere human if they had heard it, and as such Zysac Sllyndhao was curious as to why this walking ape still breathed.
<color=black>"UIE NOZY HYSYOLYD CY JHIC CU YTYHROS LSECBYH, A TNORK UIE.
A CELT MIRJYLL A NOD GITTYR HOTNYH BIHYD IJ BYARG THOPPYD JIHYZYH, A LNOSS OLLECY UIE VORT LICYTNARG AR HYTEHR"
<spoiler=OOC>No, you can't understand me only Erin can
EDIT: Oh by the way, hello all I'll be your villain for tonight
We have pain and horror, which go very well with the blood of the innocent
and todays special is a full 400 pound slab of cold hard death.
Erin smiled, he had accomplished the task at hand
"Kur, ha gerro vu tern Gb etrru vom ta"
He pauses
"diez vauln ta herrd taan gvarn jakil?"
"Kur, ha gerro vu tern Gb etrru vom ta"
He pauses
"diez vauln ta herrd taan gvarn jakil?"
Markon, satisfied with the prisoner's answer, dusts the man's shoulder off and stands him up onto his feet.
[i\] Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? See, a little manners go a long way! Sorry I had to bust in your skull, you'll heal![/i]
He shakes the prisoner's hand, eyes closed in good nature. He pivots on his heel and walks sluggishly to the man with the flasks. Markon now knew all he needed to know about this person, wizard, Erin, clearly a mass-murderer... oh! Drinks! Markon had already half killed himself a year ago by swallowing a keg of brandy, it was the best day of his life, but those closest to him had put him in a sobriety program to keep him alive. They weren't there to stop him today.
The mission was FUBAR, and although it was salvageable, Markon would rather walk to the gallows with a head fogged by alcohol.
Smirking again, straightening from his slouch, he asked in a careless manner:
[i\]Well, good day to [b\]you[/b] good sir! You seem to be a little paralytic at the moment! And i'm about to be myself, all I want to know is what spirit this is! It looks... [b\]fiery.[/b][/i]
He pronounced that last word enviously. Markon now felt... thirsty. Very thirty.
[i\] Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? See, a little manners go a long way! Sorry I had to bust in your skull, you'll heal![/i]
He shakes the prisoner's hand, eyes closed in good nature. He pivots on his heel and walks sluggishly to the man with the flasks. Markon now knew all he needed to know about this person, wizard, Erin, clearly a mass-murderer... oh! Drinks! Markon had already half killed himself a year ago by swallowing a keg of brandy, it was the best day of his life, but those closest to him had put him in a sobriety program to keep him alive. They weren't there to stop him today.
The mission was FUBAR, and although it was salvageable, Markon would rather walk to the gallows with a head fogged by alcohol.
Smirking again, straightening from his slouch, he asked in a careless manner:
[i\]Well, good day to [b\]you[/b] good sir! You seem to be a little paralytic at the moment! And i'm about to be myself, all I want to know is what spirit this is! It looks... [b\]fiery.[/b][/i]
He pronounced that last word enviously. Markon now felt... thirsty. Very thirty.
As I said, an inebriated and insouciant man. And thank you Sargent... *sniff* i'm... finally free.
(Heh heh, he said "immature" twice.)
(Heh heh, he said "immature" twice.)
Lyitanom brushing himself off from the now hardened gunk that was covering his already tattered robes strolls over to one of the nearest members of the group,
" Ummm Excuse me,I don't suppose you know where I might find some more paper, I seem to have run out, and I need it to continue my quest."
" Ummm Excuse me,I don't suppose you know where I might find some more paper, I seem to have run out, and I need it to continue my quest."
Fiddeus takes another sip of the liquid, and the effects of the alcohol hit him just as quickly as the now-familiar sudden burn in his stomach -- possibly from the drink melting a hole straight through his intestines.
"Not sure wha' it is. Foun' it in... in... nope. Thought's gone."
He taps his head with the index finger of his free hand, nearly poking himself in the ear.
"N' matter. 'ave a taste, guys."
"Not sure wha' it is. Foun' it in... in... nope. Thought's gone."
He taps his head with the index finger of his free hand, nearly poking himself in the ear.
"N' matter. 'ave a taste, guys."
[i\] You've been drinking something you're uncertain to the nature of? You don't even remember where you found it? [/i]
Markon is rather repelled now. Seeing how loutish this Fiddeus had become, convinced Markon it was probably best to keep away from the drink.
[i\] Well... it is kind of you to offer, but I must decline![/i]
After all, he realised he DID have more important things to... do... wait... didn't the prisoner mention speaking into the survivor's heads? Markon didn't care to be sober, but he didn't much feel to be sloshed silly at the moment. He had a few ideas that require... motor-functions.
Fiddeus looked down at his bottle, noticing it to be rather lacking in liquid, grabbed another flask, dropping it, and failing to catch the contents as they spilled onto the ground. An immediate rupture imploded the ground, creating a hole the size of a horse, flames licked up the edges of it as smoke blasted every nearby person, knocking them flat on the ground. Several unfortunate blighters were blown into oblivion, several more severely burnt. Markon, stood rather stiff, simultaneously terrified and amused that those others had died. He pulled off the burnt flesh and pretended to be injured. Fiddeus, brushing himself off, somewhat [i\]unharmed[/i] grabbed another flask, and took a long swig. As though nothing had happened, they continued on with their lives.
After composing himself, Markon then pulled his hand from his pocket and put it onto the end of Fiddeus' flask. As he tipped it back, and kept it over the very indulgent man. Markon spoke to him, soothingly now.
[i\] Delicious, isn't it? Well, I'm sure you should know just how delectable it is wouldn't you? You've got the best spirit in the world going right down your throat! [/i]
He held the drink in place until the last drop had gone to Fiddeus' stomach. (And probably further.) Markon smirked again, tossing the bottle behind him.
[i\] Good, huh? How about you and I share these, and hey! While we're at it... let's go find someone else to join this! Someone who'd be funny as a drunk... say... Erin? [/i]
[i\] 'im? Tha' schlolarlee lookin' bloke? Th' one with th' book an all? Why 'im? E's borin'. [/i]
[i\] Like I said! A [b\]as a drunk![/b] We could show him how to have a good time... first... we've got to go find him. [/i]
Perhaps the liquored up swine could take him... to finish this mission. And then get him the Hell out of this mess.
Markon is rather repelled now. Seeing how loutish this Fiddeus had become, convinced Markon it was probably best to keep away from the drink.
[i\] Well... it is kind of you to offer, but I must decline![/i]
After all, he realised he DID have more important things to... do... wait... didn't the prisoner mention speaking into the survivor's heads? Markon didn't care to be sober, but he didn't much feel to be sloshed silly at the moment. He had a few ideas that require... motor-functions.
Fiddeus looked down at his bottle, noticing it to be rather lacking in liquid, grabbed another flask, dropping it, and failing to catch the contents as they spilled onto the ground. An immediate rupture imploded the ground, creating a hole the size of a horse, flames licked up the edges of it as smoke blasted every nearby person, knocking them flat on the ground. Several unfortunate blighters were blown into oblivion, several more severely burnt. Markon, stood rather stiff, simultaneously terrified and amused that those others had died. He pulled off the burnt flesh and pretended to be injured. Fiddeus, brushing himself off, somewhat [i\]unharmed[/i] grabbed another flask, and took a long swig. As though nothing had happened, they continued on with their lives.
After composing himself, Markon then pulled his hand from his pocket and put it onto the end of Fiddeus' flask. As he tipped it back, and kept it over the very indulgent man. Markon spoke to him, soothingly now.
[i\] Delicious, isn't it? Well, I'm sure you should know just how delectable it is wouldn't you? You've got the best spirit in the world going right down your throat! [/i]
He held the drink in place until the last drop had gone to Fiddeus' stomach. (And probably further.) Markon smirked again, tossing the bottle behind him.
[i\] Good, huh? How about you and I share these, and hey! While we're at it... let's go find someone else to join this! Someone who'd be funny as a drunk... say... Erin? [/i]
[i\] 'im? Tha' schlolarlee lookin' bloke? Th' one with th' book an all? Why 'im? E's borin'. [/i]
[i\] Like I said! A [b\]as a drunk![/b] We could show him how to have a good time... first... we've got to go find him. [/i]
Perhaps the liquored up swine could take him... to finish this mission. And then get him the Hell out of this mess.
[b\][i\]SCHLOLARLEE[/i][/b]
Spilling Scorch would be a bad idea, it usually results in firey doom. The flasks are the only things keeping it from combusting.
I believe it's spellled Scholarly.
More importantly though, please don't puppet other peoples characters. Unless of course if Fiddeus had PM'd you and asked to be puppeted, in which case then you would be required to puppet them...
Unless somemone asks you to puppet their character please refrain from said puppeteering of other peoples puppets.
More importantly though, please don't puppet other peoples characters. Unless of course if Fiddeus had PM'd you and asked to be puppeted, in which case then you would be required to puppet them...
Unless somemone asks you to puppet their character please refrain from said puppeteering of other peoples puppets.
So, since Leon hasn't said anything, and Limos is back, can I get back to exploring the room of Constructs? ^.^
He's having internet issues... his little sister crashed his entire motom
as his menor and higher in command I hereby give rights to having Rabid toilet Puppet Leon, just put him on auto follow or something
as his menor and higher in command I hereby give rights to having Rabid toilet Puppet Leon, just put him on auto follow or something
Let's go with that dear Limos! I'll say I did that. Honestly though, he can puppet mine as best as he'd like, just so long as Markon stays in character. (And his character's character.) But i'll remember that next time.
Yes, I know it's spelt Scholarly. "SCHLOLARLEE" is a drunken mispronunciation. And yes, he did spill it, and ignored the problems. (I'll edit that in.
Yes, I know it's spelt Scholarly. "SCHLOLARLEE" is a drunken mispronunciation. And yes, he did spill it, and ignored the problems. (I'll edit that in.
Thanks for the offer, but I don't like puppeting. I have enough trouble sticking with one character as it is, let alone working with a second character who is also other characters. Blarg.
Having finished his latest flask of alcohol, Fiddeus tossed it aside. Rather than reach for another however, he decided to save the rest for later. No point drinking them all now. Had he spoken his thoughts aloud however, they would have sounded nowhere near as coherent -- or anything like actual language.
"Lez fin' 'im 'en.
He squinted, as for an instant he could *see* a purple landscape with yellow trees. The vision passed, and he shook his head. Fiddeus picked up his alcohol-filled flasks -- carefully -- and belched fire, as his experienced body became more and more accustomed to the level of alcohol flooding it.
"You lead."
Elianus stood frozen in shock as what looked like the top half of a skeleton walked into the building. His shock soon became puzzlement as a fairly normal looking man waltzed in behind the creature, seeming mildly curious about the room he now found himself in. While the man busied himself by examining his surroundings, the creature seemed to notice Elianus, and turned toward him. For a few seconds, Elianus and the skeleton stood, staring at each other. Finally, the creature turned away, saying something the elf could not understand, and walked back out of the building. The man followed it out, throwing the elf an apologetic shrug.
"Okay..."
Deciding to ignore the two for the time being, Elianus turned back towards the open book in his hand, eager to learn what it held.
"Okay..."
Deciding to ignore the two for the time being, Elianus turned back towards the open book in his hand, eager to learn what it held.