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| Tipsy | Aug 6 2007, 07:41 AM Post #1 |
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Legen...dary
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The brave heroes from Wodengrad, along with the Mapmaker and the strange wanderer called Calahan sailed into the night away from Kesmith, headed south. Calahan manned the wheel, while the others stood by the railing. Occasionally, Calahan would order someone to adjust the sails or man the oars. It turns out, the barge was more than what Maltha told them. It was a fully functional ship. "I need someone to man the fighting top and be on the look out." said Calahan as he pointed to the top of the masthead where a small booth was perched. "Easy on the ladder, it can get slippery." He seemed at ease ever since the encounter with Groenberg and company. His cloak fluttered with the breeze, his long unruly blue hair getting in his face, his posture upright but relaxed. He was in his element, commanding the ship. Some of the men noticed his expertise and began wondering what Calahan did before he became a Sentinel. |
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| Jeff | Aug 6 2007, 08:28 AM Post #2 |
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I've got a Ph.D in kicking your ass.
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With the intense strain htat had nearly made Long Fang's mind crash altogether, he had no choice but to rest and allow the others to preform all the work. This weighed heavy on his conciouss, as he was not used to sitting anything out, especially when it took hard work. |
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| Scipio Hakura | Aug 6 2007, 10:07 AM Post #3 |
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Vince walked up to Long Fang. "Rough battle for you, huh? Here." Vince then undid his pack and gave Long Fang a bright yellow apple. "They're delicious, should still be very fresh too." Vince then sat down and had an apple for himself. "I snuck a batch in my bag from my orchard bag at Wodengrad. CHOMP Ever been there?" Vince was quite content. The Barge ride was quite relaxing, and he'd have much rather be company to Long Fang, who he had never even met before, than having to go to the masthead as a lookout. |
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| Ultimate Danny | Aug 6 2007, 01:00 PM Post #4 |
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As the barge sailed smoothly through the Badlands waters, Marcus sat quietly, imersed in his own thoughts, although his eyes would sometimes wander over to Calahan and Tyr in particular. What are these Sentinels of the Sun? Obviously these guys that are after Calahan are pretty powerful, but not powerful enough to take us out on their own. They´ll be back in full force, along with those daemons. Marcus fidgeted with his dagger before standing up and began to practice throwing it at the wooden polls. As he was doing this, Marcus tried out the power he had discovered in the woods. This was the first time out of battle he had used it and wanted to know and do more once he had tasted this magical power. If my homeland can do this, other emotions may be able to produce magical effects as well maybe. Marcus stood and closed his eyes, falling into his teenage years in Wodengard, when he had first arrived. He recalled his first love, Teresa, a young beautiful blonde, blue eyes and a skinny body. Long curly hair, in the winter always covered with bits of snow. He would brush it off, and she would smile, then they would laugh, as if they were playing a game. She was always kind to Marcus, even in the street before they had met. He remembered first courting her. Then kissing her and making love to her... he tried to focus these emotions as he had his homeland in the past, holding his dagger. |
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| Tipsy | Aug 6 2007, 02:23 PM Post #5 |
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A shimmering figure appeared before Marcus. At first he thought it was Teresa, but then the face of the stunning figure could have been anybody. It smiled warmly and went beside Long Fang. He didn't notice it was beside him or near him, as if only Marcus saw her. She bent down and kissed Long Fang on the forehead, then she shimmered out of existence, the monk oblivious to what happened, except that he felt completely recharged, as if he slept for days. New Skill: Healing Totem - Summon an angelic guardian that heals allies. Meanwhile, Donar stood beside Calahan, manning the rudder. "You were a man of the sea, before you became a Sentinel." He said thoughtfully. "Aye, I traveled for a while before I settled down and vowed to avenge my town. Built a ship myself, the Reaper." Calahan sighed. "I was sailing around the world when I met a Sentinel. He recruited me to join. It was probably a big mistake, but here I am." "What exactly did Sentinels do?" Donar asked. Calahan grunted. "We track down the Daemons across realms. We used to fight them, until there were too many casualties. They decided to take a more passive approach. I disagreed." |
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| Scipio Hakura | Aug 6 2007, 02:56 PM Post #6 |
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After noticing Long Fang was alright, Vince gave him a surprised smile, and a pat on the back. He heard Sir Frost and Calahan speaking. Calahan sounded ready to tell a story, so Vince went and sat down by Donar. "Mind if I listen in? CHOMP" So Vince leaned back chewing contently on his snack and mad ehis ears open up. |
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| Yukora | Aug 6 2007, 02:59 PM Post #7 |
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Hawk looked over at Calahan, and offered his help. "I'd be happy to keep a lookout." With that, he scampered up the post, and once he reached the top, turned to the eyes of nature, so that he could see anything that might try and approach. |
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| Siberkil | Aug 6 2007, 03:00 PM Post #8 |
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PWNZED BY BREATH ATTACK!
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Meanwhile, The Mapmaker had tended to his own thoughts. They weren't on anything, except for the strange vision at the bridge. It was quick, and although many experienced it, some did not acknowledge it. He could tell in the eyes they were more focused on other business. In fact, he had noticed this land to be very wary of the thoughts and pasts of others. Calahan knew of this, and forced the warriors to remember things of their history to bring forth powers apparently inherent within all of them. Nonetheless, the Mapmaker had his own thoughts on his most recent vision, the one of the man hovering over the force of the Daemons crashing their way towards the army. The dragon overhead, indistinguishable of its color, also seemed to be something of importance, but why, he did not know. Nonetheless, he started piecing other things together. The first being that the Daemon's presence seemed to wrought forth these strange hallucinations of the Mapmaker's history, perhaps. Still, the Mapmaker was sure the only thing of his history was mapping the lands he travelled. It still didn't explain how he came to be known in other realms, but that was a story for another day. The other thing that seemed more important to him was the latent abilities and the connectedness of this realm to those abilities inherent in many of the warriors. He got up from the railing he was sitting on near the back of the barge, and approached Calahan and Donar, who seemed to be in discussion. "...to take a more passive approach. I disagreed," Calahan had finished. "I'm sorry to interrupt. Disagreed about what?" |
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| Tipsy | Aug 6 2007, 03:07 PM Post #9 |
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"On how the Sentinels conducted their war against the Daemons. We've followed them throughout many realms, and watched helplessly as they destroyed countless civilizations. We've been trying to look for their source of power, the one which drives them with a single-minded purpose to consume and destroy. The Sentinels believed that a realm attacked by Daemons was a lost cause. They only work to prevent them from reaching other realms, but it seems to be futile. We still don't know how they are able to penetrate other realms." Calahan explained thoroughly. Hawk sat alone up the fighting top and heard the conversation below. It was a good time to reflect on the things that have been going on. It was a bit much to take in, and it was easy to lose perspective. |
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| Yukora | Aug 6 2007, 03:13 PM Post #10 |
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Hawks mind began to drift. Back to his home, back to the cool mountain breeze, the sent of a fresh morning dew. He missed his home, already, but he knew his work here would help to defend his happy home. He turned his mind to the past few hours, the unstoppable, relentless wave of daemons that attacked upon their arrival. He recalled the trees, and the earth lending their hands to help him, the connection he felt as he bonded his will with that of nature's. Hawk wondered, however, how much pain the earth suffered from the daemons attack. How strong of a wound was inflicted, and how much healing had taken place. Not content to simply wonder, Hawk reached out to the earth, to the trees, to the plants, and thought about the daemons attacks, and what pain the woodlands knew. |
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| Scipio Hakura | Aug 6 2007, 03:22 PM Post #11 |
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"So you're saying, that Daemons could be marching through their own portals, right now, and marching into our homes?" Vince sat up as he said this. "My orchard burned down...the likeness of Snakebite Grove?! How could they just destroy like that. Once they were done with my home, and everyone elses they could stake the bodies of innocents onto the Great Ash...and then...and then..." Vince thought on this. An evil being that destroys without purpose... That's useless! There has to be a reason somewhere...Vince then recounted what he just got done saying. "AHA! The Great Ash! Isn't that the source of magic in our town?! These Daemons aren't after that are they?" |
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| Merquise | Aug 6 2007, 05:28 PM Post #12 |
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Meanwhile, Erille was down below, lying down. He was adept at most things, but not this , no. He cannot stand the constant undulating of the barge. He's sick, seasick to be exact, any mode of transportation he can handle just not the water faring type. While lying down he was rethinking about his decisions about going to Wodengrad. He's somewhat unsure but at the same time glad that he could help these people. "My homeland... It's been so long since I've seen you." he thought, "I am too afraid to go back and relive those memories, but ever since that last battle, after I've recounted that fateful day, I felt the burden lighten up... somehow." His mind drifted from memory to memory, trying to find some reason that he should be fighting for, something for him to protect against those creatures, something other than to help these people. Then it came to him, in a wave of thoughts and emotions. The faces and voices of the kids that he cared for, those kids that, most of them, are like him in one way or another. Orphans, lost, alone. He somehow felt a kind of kinship with these kids. He would find some lingering in a broken down home, or begging in the streets of certain towns, or being abused by those stronger than them. He would protect them, give care to them. Even though he has a face most people shy away from, those kids embraced it. The scarred face of battle, to those kids was a face of a guardian angel, at least that's how he felt from the way they looked at him. And then it stopped, as if some higher power allowed these memories in and decided that it's enough to make up his mind. He stood up suddenly, the motion sickness stopped, and rushed to the deck. He took a deep breath and it refreshed him even more. "Ti's the feeling, something I haven't felt in a long while." He said to himself. Now he's ready for action. |
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| Ultimate Danny | Aug 6 2007, 11:24 PM Post #13 |
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[Bitchin, new power :p] "As I had predicted.." he mumbled to himself. He walked back to where he had been throwing his daggers at the pole and began his practice once more. While he was doing this, he had been listening in on Calahan´s conversation, Marcus was still uneasy. He then spoke to alahan from where he was, elevating his voice if necessary. "What were you in favor of doing then Calahan? Why are we here in the first place? What is our goal?" Marcus tried not to give an accusatory tone to his statements, he wanted answers, but they could not afford losing Calahan. |
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| Tipsy | Aug 7 2007, 07:05 AM Post #14 |
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"Don't be foolish." Calahan told Vince. "Haven't you learned yet, that your powers come from within you?" Calahan pursed his lips grimly. "We are here to find out the source of the Daemon power. At first, I wanted to fight them in battle. Then I realized there is no way to defeat them in combat, for no matter how many I kill, there will always be more of them." He told Marcus. "Maltha spoke of a man in Tyr who knows things. We don't have much options but to ask him ourselves." Down below deck, Erille suddenly felt a sense of calm determination in him. He had a purpose now, and it made him at ease. New Skill: Conviction - Melee attacks have a higher chance of hitting. (Passive) Hawk did not expect the response he got. It was as if he was suddenly filled with a thousand consciousness, all threatening to overpower him. The vibrant life and energy filled him, and he very nearly drowned in it. He hung on to the masthead for support as the torrent of life crashed upon him, wave after wave after wave. His nails dug into the wood, and his eyes were white in their sockets. The collective consciousness spoke to him in forms he did not know, but he understood what they meant. The ancient foliage told him a millennia of experiences in a matter of seconds. Hawk was now gasping for breath as he was overwhelmed, convulsing in the fighting top without anybody noticing. He suddenly heard what the forest said. It was a whisper, and it was a shout. 'That which we live is why we die, But he was not the son of the sky. That which we live is why we die, But he was not the son of the sky. That which we live is why we die! That which we live is why we die! That which we live is why we die! He was not from the sky...' Hawk screamed in agony as the voice of eons of sentience engulfed his mind. He was still screaming when they left him, battered and broken. When he could be assured his mind was his own, he was already down at the deck, Donar standing over him. "What the hell happened?" He asked worriedly. |
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| Yukora | Aug 7 2007, 07:18 AM Post #15 |
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"That which we live is why we die, but he was not the son of the sky," Hawk coughed, with a voice that didn't seem like his own. Hawk finally gripped his consiousness, and looked up at Donar. He was sweating profusely, and looked as if he hadjust jumped in the water. Veins in his temple and throat pulsed, almost threatening to eplode over the pain he just experienced. But the worst part of him was his eyes. Hawk seemed to wish to cry, but he hurt to much to do so. His visage was one of a man that had been tortured for eons, yet no mark was laid upon him. Hawk coughed more, and began to shake from the cooling effect of his sweat. He tried to gather himself, but the feeling of the past few moment lingered. Coughing once again, Hawk tried to stand, and stumbled. After a few breaths, he tried again, and this time, succeeded. Looking again to Donar, he spoke, "The earth, the trees, "Hawk said as he waved his arms to everything around him "I spoke to them, and they sai 'That which we live is why we die, but he was not the son of the sky.' " |
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