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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 31 2005, 03:58 PM (271 Views) | |
| Ignia | Dec 31 2005, 03:58 PM Post #1 |
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Lady of Roman Fire
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I loved the game where you continue the story. I write a paragraph then so-and-so picks up and writes the next small part then john doe writes the next etc. You simply continue from where the last person left off. No restriction except for the setting: your traditional knights and warlocks! Swords, axes, bows, white mage, black mage, you get the idea. Add a character or simply expand on what the last person created. Be creative and have fun. No spamming! If you have something to say outside of the story put it in brackets at the top and keep it to a minimum. Makes the story better that way. Alright I'll start.*** "Goddess! Looks like we made it just in time!" The young girl knelt by her older brother, and brushed his platinum-blond hair from his pained eyes. "Pollux, where are you hurt?" "Ngh- I'm guessing somewhere in my stomach," he laughed weakly, taking his hand from his blood-soaked armor. It was just half-body armor, but it completely concealed the wound save for much gore seeping from the plating. His ashen face looked up into his sister's. "Medea, please tell me Mikael's with you?" "I'm here," the knight said without looking down at his fallen comrade. The dark-haired knight could hear the clashing of swords, but they were echoing about the canyon. "Were is Castor?" "Over here you twit!" A face, identical to Pollux's shot Mikael an infuriated glower. The twin clashed blades with a heavily armored knight, his bow broken and discarded in the dust. Above him a black mage rained down bolts of fire from a staff quite familiar to Medea. Behind the mage, two more warriors watched the struggle with grins and bets. They seemed to have just spotted the new arrivals. "Mikael! You have to help him!" Medea shouted, her eyes starting to fill with tears. "Can you heal him?" Mikael asked softly. "What?" the young girl looked up at him. "Can you heal him!?" Mikael roared. "Not without a staff!" she shouted back, tears now rolling freely down her cheeks. "Then let's get you one." Mikael drew his sword, shining with golden runes, and stampeded toward the fire mage. |
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| Foster | Jan 1 2006, 12:23 AM Post #2 |
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Token Canuck
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(I like the names. I take it you've seen the movie "Face-off" recently.
)The Black Mage Orko smiled slightly at the sight of this steel-clad warrior charging toward him. Almost too easy. He raised his staff once more and pointed it at the fool, and with a flick of the wrist and a thought, pushed him back with a blast of magic. Such a simple use of magic didn't even require an incantation. Orko nearly laughed at the surprised look on the knight's face, finding himself on his back, a dozen yards away from where he was. Nearly. Orko didn't allow himself such brash emotional outbreaks such as laughter, nor did he honor those who charged into battle headlong, with no hint of the subtlety or intelligence required for rational thought. Those who reacted purely on instinct were no better than lowly farm animals, and soon found a similar fate under Orko's machinations: slaughter. He raised his staff again, preparing to finish the fool who thought he could take on the mighty Orko with mere steel... |
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| Shrike | Jan 1 2006, 02:57 PM Post #3 |
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A harsh cry split the air and jarred Orko's brain as a black shape swooped out of nowhere and grabbed the staff. Orko was knocked to the ground by the powerful backdraft of mighty wings as an enormous jet-black raven alighted thirty paces away, clutching the staff in its talons. The bird was over seven feet tall, so black that its feathers seemed to eat the light that might have fallen on it; it existed more as a dark outline than a three-dimensional object. It turned and fixed Orko with a malevolent stare as it cawed again defiantly. Orko scrambled to his feet and began the mental preparations to punish the interloper. The flows of dark magic answered his call and began to weave together in a sinister blast of warp energy, but as it leaped from his clawed fingers towards the massive bird, the raven shrieked. The sound vibrated through Orko's skull and shattered the flows with a sound like a thunderclap, knocking Orko once more into the cold mud. Stunned, Orko watched as the raven folded its wings and flowed into the shape of a tall figure in black plate-and-mail and a dark cloak. The figure cast the staff aside and walked steadily towards him, drawing a broadsword with one metal gauntleted hand. The weapon was easily five feet long but hung easily in the armored figure's fist as it stood menacingly over Orko's body. Orko tried to wriggle away, but was held fast by bands of force invisible even to the the black mage. He was lifted out of the mud slowly until he hung helpless before the apparition, and was not even allowed to scream before the black sword swung. The headless corpse dropped unceremoniously back into the mud as the dark figure turned away and retrieved the staff, then assumed raven shape once more and flapped silently to where Medea crouched fearfully over Pollux's body. |
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| Ignia | Jan 1 2006, 04:39 PM Post #4 |
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Lady of Roman Fire
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(No... Castor and Pollux are identical twins. Check out Mythology. Medea is a sorceress in Greek Myth; one of the few) Medea watched wide-eyed as the raven trnsformed back into the black knight. She tried to look into his face, but his helmet hid his features. He offered her back the staff that had been stolen by the bandits. "Who...?" She asked, taking the staff. "No time. Heal your brother." The knight drew his sword once again, but did not imediately return to battle. He walked up beside Mikael who was picking himself out of the dirt. "He's not a usual black mage." Mikael looked over to the unkown knight with distain. "I see." "Well I've known that for a while!" Castor yelled, sword locked with a bandit's. "Get over here!!!" |
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| Kithas | Jan 1 2006, 05:34 PM Post #5 |
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Pillow King
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The bandit grunted in exersion as he once more broke free of Castor's blade. He knew he was outmatched, but his only hope for survival was to fight on. His comrades stood back still, but no longer jeered as their mage was slaughtered so callously by the dark knight. The bandit's attention once more was pulled to the young warrior in front of him as Castor brought his sword back to strike again. Castor's blow never fell however as from the bandit's chest an arrow suddenly sprouted. Then another, and another. The bandit looked down, his features twisted with utter surprise, then collapsed. Castor took the chance to look behind himself and saw at the top of the canyon Ullic and his Celts. "Thank the gods, reinforcements," Castor muttered as the remaining bandits looked up at Ullic as well, then started to flee. Ullic looked to his men with their long bows and pointed his great axe at the fleeing bandits. "No survivors." |
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| Shrike | Jan 1 2006, 05:39 PM Post #6 |
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(Hey, does that mean we'll get a Circe somewhere in here? Only other sorceress I can think of.) The black knight sheathed its sword and raised a hand that had suddenly sprouted twelve-inch fingerblades. It abruptly disappeared and reappeared ten paces past Castor, its bladed fingers driven through a bandit's chest. The man's spine was ripped out of his body, white bone and gristle glistening horribly in the black fist. The dark figure held the pose for a bare second and then ceased to exist, appearing suddenly next to another bandit and scything his head off. The knight continued its grisly harvest in less than ten seconds, until all remaining bandits were lying in pieces on the crimson-soaked earth. The figure flicked to Medea's side, sword sheathed, fingers normal length, and arms crossed, silent. |
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| Kithas | Jan 1 2006, 05:50 PM Post #7 |
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Pillow King
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Ullic watched as the black clad warrior slaughtered the fleeing bandits. He looked to his men and waved his axe over his head, signalling them to hold their fire. Looking to his eldest son Uric he pointed down at the lone figure on the field. "Go and see that Castor is unharmed, take a dozen with you. Also, see that the girl is well, she is vital." Uric nodded to his father then turned and started calling out instructions to his father's men. Ullic looked again at the black clad thing that had so easily butchered the bandits and wondered what purpose this man, if it was a man had with Medea. He himself has sworn to her father that he would see no harm come to her until the day the prophecy could be fulfilled, but his duties in his own country had called him away too long. It was good that Mikael was still with her, but the young man was brash and headstrong. Too eager to rush into battle without first assessing his foe. His headlong rush at the black mage was proof of that. Ullic would have to speak to him of this. But first he must make sure there were no more of these ambushers around. He sent his scouts out to look for survivors and told them to sweep the canyon ahead. He then mounted his horse and began the descent into the canyon to Medea's side. |
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| Arrkhal | Jan 1 2006, 06:04 PM Post #8 |
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Brackenwood Lightweight
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[The plural of staff, as in stick, is staves. When pluralized as "staffs," it means either a surveyor's tool, or a group of personnel. While I'm on a grammar Nazi rampage, I may as well mention that "quarterstaff" is actually a technique in which the staff is gripped by the rear quarter, more like a sword. "Halfstaff" is the technique you most often see on TV and in the movies, with the staff gripped in the middle. The stick itself is merely called a staff, regardless of which technique you use. And it's way too latearly in the mornight for me to actually contribute anything.] |
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| Foster | Jan 2 2006, 10:41 AM Post #9 |
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Token Canuck
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Medea stared up at the dark, menacing creature that had just butchered all of those men. She could feel energy radiating from it, as though she were a blade of grass, and it was the sun. It terrified her. The man-shape handed her the staff unceremoniously, saying only, "Use it." The voice was cold and deep, and crackled from it's throat like the sound of a frozen lake. This was no man, she was sure, but she found that she could not disobey, even if she wanted to. She turned to her brother, and used the staff to heal him, muttering the incantations under her breath. She could feel the eyes of this ominous creature staring into her, as if this were some sort of test. She was so nervous that she couldn't help but mis-pronounce the final word of the spell. "Oops," she said quietly. "What?" asked Pollux, alarmed. He then reached his non-bloody left hand down to the wound, and saw that he was completely healed. He relaxed visibly, then turned to his sister in confusion, "Oops? What oops?" "I made a mistake," she said to him, "There's a scar." "Oh, that's all. Hell, Med, I'd rather there be a scar there," he said with a wink. "Tells a better story." A roguish grin suddenly sprang across his face, and Medea relaxed then as well. She looked over at Mikael, and saw that he too was no worse for wear, even though he looked as mad as a bear woken from a nap. Then she heard a grunt from behind her, followed by the word "Unacceptable" from the same cold voice as before. She turned, and the creature was still standing over her, it's arms still crossed, it's expression unreadable. It's eyes were blank, as though the face was just a mask. Suddenly Ullic rode up on horseback, jumped down, and stood between Medea and the creature, trying to look as menacing as possible. The creature still seemed unphased. |
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| Shrike | Jan 2 2006, 12:33 PM Post #10 |
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"If I wished the girl to be dead, she would have been before you even got here," the black knight said in the same flat tone after a long moment. "But she is not. So I suggest you stand down." The voice was not sinister or threatening, but still raised goosebumps on Ullic's flesh. Shivering slightly, he turned to Medea. "Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "We're fine. Mikael would have been taken apart by that black mage, but then...that," she glanced nervously at the dark figure, "appeared and killed everyone." Mikael scowled and tossed his head, glaring at the knight. "And just what is it, I'd like to know," he growled, angry at his failure and near death. "God? Mortal?" "Neither," the armored figure replied without emotion. "I am a construct, an artificial being called into service by the gods. You may call me Nyx." "Your powers..." Castor began, then trailed off, not sure what he had meant to say. "I am the servant of the Fates, who have made me warden of the Phaseplane." Medea gasped, recognizing the term. The figure turned its raven-beaked helm in her diection. "You know of it from your studies under the priestesses of Circe's temple, and even tried to use it once. I recognize you." "The Phaseplane is the Transcendent Plane, that is separate from all worlds and also within every fiber of them," Medea explained for her companions. "The medium of the gods' travel. No mortals can ever enter it, but can only skim its surface when we 'port, like a rock skipping across a lake. I tried, once. It," she indicated Nyx, "stopped me before I killed myself. I never knew who that was, until now." "It is I who guide all beings, mortal or godlike, who touch the Phaseplane. Only recently did the Fates allow me to travel into the material Planes, after endowing me with certain other abilities. Another soldier released onto the billion battlefields of good and evil. And now," the raven helm swung slowly over all of them, as if assessing them like a predator might, "I've found all of you." |
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| Kithas | Jan 2 2006, 03:45 PM Post #11 |
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Pillow King
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"And just what is it you would have us do?" Mikael asked the creature angrily. "Nyx is it? Sent to us by the gods, but for what purpose? And how..." But he was not allowed to finish his sentence as Uric put his hand on Mikael's shoulder and pulled him gently aside. "Let it be Mikael. All will be told in time." "He is right though, Nyx," Medea said quietly. "Why do you gather my comrades and I? Who did send you, and for what purpose?" "Has it to do with the prophecy?" Ullic asked, still shaken by the dead voice of the construct. "Has it to do with the god-thing, that which men call Dagon? That creature that destroys even now the northern territory? That thing which laid waste my kingdom, and sent me and my men fleeing south to find Medea, our one hope against him, if a him it is at all?" Castor and Pollux stood now, side by side and looked at one another. "Castor leaned in close to his twin and whispered so only he could here, "What have we gotten ourselves into brother? I think this may be beyond us." "Hush," his twin answered. "I'd like to here this." |
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| Foster | Jan 2 2006, 07:16 PM Post #12 |
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Token Canuck
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The creature called Nyx turned to Medea. "I am here for you, and you alone. You will come with me, and I will explain further. Away from these...people." "The Hell she will!" exclaimed Ullic, as he drew his sword. "I am sworn to protect her, and I'll be damned if I'll let some evil bastard take her without a fight!" "So be it," said Nyx, still in the same cold, even voice. Its hands again became daggers, and it began to advance upon a dumbstruck Ullic. "Wait!" screamed Medea. "Stop! I'll go with you, just don't harm him!" The creature stopped, withdrew, and the dagger-claws became hands once more. Ullic simply stood, unable to understand what was happening, only knowing that he did not like it. Medea stood and went over to Nyx, and they both turned and began to stalk away. Then Nyx turned, looked toward Ullic. "No harm will come to her as long as she is with me," it said, "You have my word as an honourable being." Then the pair turned and trodded off, leaving the comrades behind, each and every one of them as confused as newborn child. "So...what the hell just happened?" asked Pollux, voicing the feeling of them all. |
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| LoboDiabloLoneWolf | Jan 2 2006, 10:55 PM Post #13 |
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The SHE-Wolf of the Crop-Circles
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Suddenly the thunder of hooves on mud and turf came to their ears and one of Ullic's scouts appeared. He dismounted from the heavy, sweating equine when he reached them and bowed to his Lord, “Survivors Unwin?” Ullic asked, "We found survivors." Unwin nodded, "The others are still hunting but I brought this one back to you." With that he thrust forward a rather short bandit, it’s hands were tied and it’s features were obscured by black cloth, emblazoned with the mark of the dark mage. The scout pulled off the covering and revealed the bandit to be a woman. No, a girl, maybe fifteen at most with a thick crop of long, tangled hair. “She was armed.” Unwin said, his voice level and calm as he handed Ullic a short sword and a bow with its arrow quiver. The bandit scowled at the people surrounded her, these were the ones who had killed her clan-brothers, and her Master. Silently she vowed that they would pay for the blood they had spilt, foremost for the blood of her older brother that was on their – and that black knight’s – hands. “What is you name girl.” One of the twins asked, the bandit looked at him, expression one of superior contempt. She refused to answer. |
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| Ignia | Jan 3 2006, 02:42 AM Post #14 |
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(sorry, hun, but you aint the only she-wolf around this wood
)"Mikael," Pollux said softly, "after that mage died, do you think-" "He's not dead." "What are you talking about? We saw him fall!" Castor exclaimed. Mikael looked right at the warrior. "Then where is his body?" The twins stood there dumbfounded. The body WAS gone. "I don't like the looks of this," Castor said. Pollux continued his brother's thought, "And why did that black knight take Medea?" Mikael glanced to his side, and seeing Ullic busy giving orders, motioned the twins to follow him. They slipped by and were in the woods, tracking Medea's footsteps, before Ullic ever realized their stupidity. "Why are there no footsteps of the black knight?" Pollux asked. Castor answered without a pause between the two, "He's in raven form." "You can't call it a 'him,'" Mikael said. "It's not human." "Do you smell smoke?" Castor asked, looking into the air. "The mage!" Pollux grabed his axe, but Mikael stopped him. "Hurry, but stay silent and hiden," he said to them both. They quickly came up upon a clearing to see the black knight fighting fiercly with the dark mage. They each stared at the impossible technique the knight portrayed, as well as his speed and strength. However, the mage was appearing and dissapearing moment by moment with no clue as to where he would materialize next. "Medea!" Pollux gasped and leapt up. Castor grabbed for his twin. "NO!" Pollux pulled Medea out from one of mage's fire blasts and they both fell to the ground. "Idiot!" the knight roared, his voice echoing metallicly within the helmet. "NGH-!" They all gaped at the knight, doubled over a great sword made completely of flame that was stabbed through his chest, armor and all. The mage laughed viciously, ripping the blade from the knight. "He is mortal," Medea gulped softly. "Enjoy your last days," the mage sneered to the young girl. He then ripped a red jewel from around his neck and broke it on the ground. Crimson lightning burst from the broken crystal and the mage dissapeared for good. Castor ran for the black knight. "Oh Goddess! He's stabbed deep! And it's through his left side!" "That's YOUR left, you igit!" Pollux whacked his twin over the head. "Oh. Right." "I'm fine," the knight said, pushing his way past them. "Sir Knight, let me heal you," Medea offered. "Not necessary," the knight said. "Please, you're bleeding heavily!" The young mage begged. "I said NO!" he roared, swiviling to glare down at her. "HN-!" The knight stumbled back and fell to the ground with a loud clank. He did not move. "Strip his armor!" Mikael ordered. "He could suffocate!" "More blood," Medea observed. "This isn't his only wound." "Of course not!" Castor said, unbuckling the armor. "It takes a lot more to fell a knight of this class." Mikael removed the helmet. "He's young," he said, looking at the soft jawline. Castor removed the breastplate. "Uh... this isn't a 'he'." Pollux cocked his head. "Hey, she's kinda pretty." |
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| Shrike | Jan 3 2006, 06:14 AM Post #15 |
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The raven helm wouldn't come off. "What in the Goddess' name..." Mikael grunted as he pulled harder. The construct's body was so heavy that it didn't move, even after Mikael set both hands on the rim and heaved. Castor had similar luck with the breastplate. "Well, what do we do?" Pollux said, throwing up his hands. "We can't lift her. Can't even drag her!" Medea crouched beside the fallen creature and invoked the healing spell. "I can't heal her," she gasped softly. "The Phase energy...she's invisible to my magic. Nothing to grab onto." And before any of them could blink, Nyx's body vanished like a blown out candle flame, leaving not even an impression in the earth where her inexplicably heavy body had lain. "This," Mikael said, standing, "has been one hell of a day." |
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| Ignia | Jan 3 2006, 06:43 AM Post #16 |
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ALRIGHT HOLD EVERYTHING!!! What was THAT!!?? Shrike you just totally went against what I just wrote! No explenatiton. Just flat out changed it! Ahem. Boys and girls; that is NOT how this game is played! Sure I brought back an evicerated mage, but at least I did that with some explanation and you can always kill him again, but this was not supposed to be Sci-Fi, but FANTASY. Cummon! no robots in the middleages! argh... now how do we fix this? Democracy here. What do you guys want to do. Shrike, Foster, Kithas, Lonewolf, and I get the most say (they being the writers so far), but I'm willing to listen to anyone. |
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| Kithas | Jan 3 2006, 06:50 AM Post #17 |
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Pillow King
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(I don't know. This is kinda between you and shrike, cause you kinda went against what he had previously written when you took off that thing's helmet. Far as I was concerned it was a god sent construct, and so if you took off its helmet you would be taking off its head, cause there's nothing inside. Like a golem or something I guess, but infused with god energy. Although I think it was a little too powerful, but what do you want from something sent by the gods? I think you should flip a coin. Heads Shrike changes his last story part, tails Ignia. That would solve the problem.) Back at the canyon, Ullic turned from the bandit to see that Mikael, Castor and Pollux had disappeared. "Now where in hell..." he muttered as he looked about himself. "Unwin, did you see where those fools got off to?" "No my lord, I was watching the...ngh.." The bandit girl had slipped her bindings and elbowed Unwin the gut, then turned and pulled his sword from his belt. Ullic turned just in time to see her pull free the sword, then bury it into his own chest. "For my master and my clan!" she shrieked, her eyes wild. "I swear to kill you all!" But her chance to kill another was cut short as a thrown hand-axe buried itself in the back of her skull. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she toppled, even as Unwin ran to his fallen lord and Uric, who had thrown the axe, rushed to his father's side. "Father, oh gods no. Father!" he shouted. "Where is Medea?" He grabbed Unwin by the shoulders, "Where is she damn you! We have to find her. GO!" Uric threw Unwin aside and knelt by Ullic, grasping his hand. Unwin looked about himself wildly, then spotted Arin and Horgar, two more of Ullic's men. "Fan out!" he shouted to them. "Lord Ullic has been wounded, badly. Find Medea and bring her here. NOW!" With this he jumped to his horse's back and charged into the nearby woods shouting Medea's name. Uric looked into this father's eyes as they clouded in death, bloody spittle upon his lips and in his red beard. "Listen to me son," Ullic said, then coughed wetly, spitting more blood. "It's up to you now. Protect Medea. She is our last hope. She must be taken to the north, she must destroy Dagon. You have to..." But he never finished his sentence. Uric held his dead father in his hands, and wept for the first time since he was a small child and his mother had passed into the arms of the gods. "I will father. I promise." |
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| Ignia | Jan 3 2006, 07:00 AM Post #18 |
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Maybe I didn't understand what Shrike wrote, but I did not get golem or robot. I was still thinking post-human coolness.
Being gave me the idea of flesh. In Anime artificial being is mostly sexy girls with special powers. Not that I meant Nyx to be sexy or anything. I actually imply she's rather masculine. Ah Spiky get your butt in here and TALK about this! or better yet actually get on AIM for once. <_< |
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| Kithas | Jan 3 2006, 07:06 AM Post #19 |
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(I don't know, I was thinking a suit of armor with glowing god-energy inside. Obviously with the ability to shapeshift, teleport, grow its fingers into claws and generally be invincible. Shrike type stuff.) |
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| Shrike | Jan 3 2006, 07:48 AM Post #20 |
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Sorry, should I tone Nyx down a bit? Alright, I'll explain exactly what my idea of Nyx is: Nyx is, as I have said, a construct, meaning (at least my interpretation) that she is neither a mortal nor a spirit or a god, but is made from metal or wood or whatever material and animated with magic. I thought that having a human with those powers is just kinda too good, but being a god is too easy an explanation and I don't really like the idea anyway, so construct is a nice third option. Plus I'm really in sci-fi mode right now, and I'm trying to make it fit in with Ignia's setting, this seemed the best way. Pretty much anything can be explained with magic, why not a metal killing machine? Nyx is the warden of the Phaseplane, that the gods use for instant travel across the multiverse and that mortals can only touch briefly when they use magic to teleport. Phase energy is a totally different kind of energy from conventional magic, the two just don't mix, like oil and water. Since Nyx is the only remotely physical thing inhabiting the Phaseplane, she is like the nexus for the Phase fields, and can bend and manipulate them at will. What keeps her in check is her unconditional obedience to the Fates, kind of like a robot being programmed to do or not do certain things. Until now she has been confined to the Phaseplane alone, but now has been released as a kind of vigilante. Anything or anyone that goes against what the Fates have ordained for the multiverse, Nyx goes in and takes em out. Or something like that, I haven't worked out why she's here exactly, but that's what this thread is supposed to be for! And how exactly did Orko return again? That hasn't been explained to my satisfaction. And before I start ranting and sounding like I'm just bashing on you, I'm not, just explaining my point of view, so please let's keep the game going! I've been having a lot of fun with it. So whatever you want to do, I'm fine with it.
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| LoboDiabloLoneWolf | Jan 3 2006, 09:29 AM Post #21 |
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I kinda thought this Nyx person was just an empty suit of armour, like Kithas said... And sorry to disrupt the story flow even more, I'm kinda lost now, my character's been killed off, so whadda I do next? Introduce another one? I mean, I don't want to just take control of one that someone else's made... |
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| Shrike | Jan 3 2006, 09:56 AM Post #22 |
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Are we all just waiting for the others to post something?
:lol: Fine, I'm tired of hitting the refresh button over and over. Lobo, feel free to do whatever makes sense to ya. New characters, old characters, whatever. You're the writer, you = God. Hey, you know what we are? We're a bunch of Olympians squabbling over what we want to happen with all the mere mortals down on Earth! Who better than the Greeks to show us what bickering is all about, eh? Right: I can't add anything at the moment, I'm a little busy, so I want you guys to take over for a while. I'm low on inspiration, plus Nyx is gonna be out of it for a little while, I think. So go apeshit!
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| Ignia | Jan 3 2006, 10:15 AM Post #23 |
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Lady of Roman Fire
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This is why I am upset. You guys took my main character and said he was headstrong, and a no-good fighter. I gave you a name and a sword and you guys said not good enough this character sucks. Then Shrike says Fantasy isn't good enough either and he's going to make it SciFi because he's in the mood. So here's how it's going to be: My last writing post is edited to this:
Now I'm continueing the story after Kithas' post: Unknowing of what was happening in their absense, Mikael and the twins searched the woods for any sign of Medea or the black knight, but found none. "So, what did you mean that the mage isn't dead?" Pollux asked. Castor rolled his eyes and said, "He means the mage faked his own death. Right Mikael?" Mikael said nothing. "I'm right," Castor stated. "That was a lot of blood to fake," Pollux challenged. "It was an illusion," Mikael said plainly. "He want's us to think he's dead." "Perceptive." The three looked up into a great tree where Orko stood in the branches. "One so smart should not be allowed to live. Nor shall either of you." The mage raised his staff from which red lightning began to crackle. "Run!" Mikael shouted. "Tell Ullic!" The twins only looked back once, then ran full force for reinforcements. Mikael drew his sword and faced the mage. "And there ends your inteligent streak," Orko sneered. Mikael slashed at the mage who blocked with his staff which exploded with power, making the knight stumble back. Mikael slashed diagonally but the mage merely dodged back. Mikael thrust and parried as Orko counterattacked. Mikael sidestepped, cutting into the sorceror's cloak but drawing no blood. "Oh, that was a little closer that time!" he jeered. "Stop toying with me and fight, you coward!" Mikael roared. Orko stopped dancing away from the sword, and stood for a single moment. A bolt of fire blasted from his staff and struck Mikael through the chest. The knight fell to his hands and knees, pain screaming through his body. "Nch-!" he choked, blood flowing over his lips. Crimson spots were beginning cover his vision, and the world would not stop rolling and pitching. The mage bent down and took Mikael's sword. He placed it to the cerulian crystal on his staff and the magic absorbed the power of the blade right into it. In the next moment Mikael saw a flash of red light, and the mage was gone. Mikael clutched his chest and fell into the dirt. "I never got to tell Medea I..." And death swirrled over his eyes. |
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| Kithas | Jan 3 2006, 10:29 AM Post #24 |
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(Just to clarify, I never thought Mikael was a weak warrior. I figured he'd be given his chance to shine later in the story. I like the idea of a brash young fighter though, it gives him a chance to grow. Guess we won't see that happen now.
Poor Mikael. But hey, heroic death makes the story more interesting. And Diablo, use Unwin. I like him already. Sorry I killed your other character, but hey, she had her moment.)Unwin charged his steed through the forest calling to Medea and the twins. In a clearing ahead he heard a terrible blast and the ringing of steel on steel. Bursting forth from the forest canopy he spied Mikael fighting savagely against the dark sorceror he had witnessed die only a short time earlier. "How?" was all he had time to ask before the mage blasted Mikael in the chest with a crimson bolt, then picked up his sword and swiftly faded away. Mikael collapsed to the ground even as Unwin kicked his steed into motion. He rode to Mikael's side and jumped from his horse, crouching by the dying warrior. "Mikael! Talk to me! Mikael!" But it was too late. "Damn it all!" Unwin cried. "Why is this happening? Everywhere we go, everyone we meet dies. This is insane. If only there were some way..." "Oh, but there is," a cold voice spoke from behind. Unwin spun to see the sorceror who had only just killed Mikael standing upon a large rock at the edge of the clearing. "You murdering bastard! I'll..." Unwin reached for his sword, but found his scabbard empty. The blade, he now remembered, having been used to slay his lord Ullic. Unwin suddenly felt very alone. |
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