Posted 12 September 2006 - 06:33 AM
The denizens of Alyria chortled with glee, except of course for those who quaked in their boots. Shift time was upon them. People became creatures out of their wildest imaginings; pernicious hodags (with the emphasis on the dags), foul pit horrors, knight
Posted 14 September 2006 - 07:15 PM
Glaring at the policemen as he passed (bothersome individuals he thoguht them), he made his way cautiously to the gates of the Gath temple. The corpse of a giant was there, and the gates lay open. What luck, he thought, riding jauntily in. Narrowly escaping death at the hands of some rather nasty-looking fire creature, he wandered the temple, thinking perhaps they were kept in an armoury or some such. Seeing his friend the faerie dragon, he was about to utter a cheery hello, when it began attacking him! Sparing little time for thought, he jabbed it a couple of times with his trusty lance before running off. The poor creature had obviously been twisted by some fell magicks, he thought, resting to regain his breath at the temple gates once again. The faerie dragon drifted in, and LOOKed at him. Hello, he thought, so you want some more do you ? Prudence prevailed, however, as he scrambled to his feet before giving it an icy stare, and retreating down the path. Perhaps he could find it in a shop...
Posted 16 September 2006 - 02:23 AM
Finally he found a shop full of all sorts of junk which seemed to have the item he wanted. He paled a bit at the price, but reached deep, gnashing his teeth only a little. Woe betide if he returned without the item, he thought; Agrippa would quite possibly flay him alive. Although some might like that sort of thing, he thought. Odd, some people indeed. His thoughts returned to the task at hand.
Pearls, pearls, pearls. Hmm. The very thing, yes. Racing off to Pirates Cove, he encountered the Baron. "Help us!" the Baron cried. After listening to him carefully, he promptly slew him for his bracelet. Perhaps he would have a look at this beast the Baron had been babbling about later; it certainly seemed a challenge, and he was always up for that sort of thing.
After dodging a few hell puppies and what not, he found himself at the gates of Rune in the nick of time; exhausted yet content. He prepared a simple spell to replenish himself for the brief walk to his liege. Releasing the spell, he seemed to watch from outside himself in horror as the magical energies crackled and danced about him. Unable to run or hide, he watched himself .. explode, taking an unlucky vassal or two with him.
Sigh, he thought.