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The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
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The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Pooks on Thu Jan 29, 2009 7:03 pm
Welcome to my RP...I'm giving vital plot points but letting other ppl write a lot of this, so have fun but let's try to match style or tone...if you have an idea, go for it. Try to make your idea flow from the previous one, and we can get a good story going without too many abrupt changes. I tend to write funny stuff, but if ppl start going serious/dramatic, I'll change my tone to match when I give the next Plot point. Don't be afraind to try it out!
Ryzaa's thumb twitched at his sword's tsuba, lifting it a scant distance to make sure it would come smoothly from the scabbard. Draw too soon, before the final candle went out, and it could mean disaster. Yet if he waited an instant too long, the mob surrounding him would press in and begin tearing faster than he could slice. Candlelight shone greasily on the sheen of perspiration above his lip. The throng around him sang and swayed, grimacing in laughter...but he saw the hunger in their eyes; noted each moment they slowly drew in closer. Only a few candles remained lit now. A bead of sweat stung his eye as he tried to remain focused. Ryzza felt the calm center of his being expand: the Warrior within filled his mind, as if putting on a suit of armor, donning senses, muscle, bone, reflexes, memory, intellect. The final candle filled his mind as everything seemingly slowed, grew quiet. Time expanded into a hallway of mirrors into which he strode at his own pace, in which he could choose when to gaze into the next pane of time, detached, calculating, utterly in command.
The slavering mob's chant rose to a cacophonous din
He rose to the balls of his feet
with haunting wail he heard from afar, as a pack of wolves:
He flowed into the "Willow In Flame" stance.
"YYOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu!"
His fingers caressed the sword's hilt, as an artist would his brush.
"And many more!" a voiced brayed.
He and his art were one.
The greasy wick dimmed...went out
The hilt of the sword seemed to leap to his hand
and a curl of smoke began to
as the blade flashed from it's scabbard without a sound.
rise from the candle.
All his being focused on the edge of the sword, as he made "The Birth of Day" stroke.
Not even a Stone Golem could have withstood such a cut.
Ryzaa's katana went through the candle,
the 5-layer cake,
the silver-chased pewter platter,
the solid oak table
and returned to it's sheath
before anyone had time to blink.
Nammie sat watching, surrounded by Bert, Demi, Vamp, Celestial, Winnie, DarkRose, Cryox, Pooky, Zombie, and all their friends...as the candle slowly split apart, lengthwise. The cake looked untouched. Vamp drew a breath.
"Wow, that actually went pretty--"
With a squealing groan, the table collapsed to the floor, bringing the platter, the cake, the plates, forks, crystal wineglasses, and three kegs of Yulgar's Private Reserve Cranraspberry Birthday Jubilee Brew crashing down.
"much like I thought it would." He finished lamely. He frowned, as he saw tears well up in Nammies eyes.
"Er...being as it IS your Birthday, Nams, I suppose you CAN cry if you want to, but just half a tic..." Fishing out his Crystal Orb of ABBA, he threw it up in the air. The walls and floor became a glittering, spinning disco-dreamworld.
"Ziss vun is for you, liebchen" he winked, as the groovy sounds of "Dancing Queen" filled the air. [press play and keep reading]
He snapped his fingers and Caeel and Flaw trotted up, shoving the table and all the contents out of the double-doors. The doors at the other end of the room were opened by PK and RP, as Yulgar himself effortlessly pushed in another table, laden with the exact same feast that had just been swept out the door.
"I love the respawn time on that thing..." he remarked, as he sauntered back behind the bar.
Ryzza's eyes narrowed as he saw the cake.
"Right...I'll use the "Day of Birth" stroke this time" he muttered, as he rose to the balls of his feet. Pooky slipped up behind him and dropped an icecube down his shirt-collar. Vamparagon looked over and clapped delightedly.
"Hey, now there's a guy who enjoys a good dance tune! Now, who's going to cut the--" He looked around.
At Cryox's disease-dripping Plague Spear.
Zombie's corroded Commander's Sword.
Pooky eyed her glowing Red Pitchfork quizzically.
Celestial's Rusted Sword wavered uncertainly.
Azure Celeste fingered Krom's...Hell, as if it mattered which Krom's it was! Vamp quickly averted his eyes and saw Sirvi.
She grimly raised her Wooden Mallet and took a step toward the cake.
Drakkos burped loudly, peering into an empty Yulgar's Mug.
"um.....Nevermind," Vamp finished. "Nammie, would you do the honors?"
"Sure!" Nammie grinned in reply. "SOMEone needs to show how it should be done!"
"Now, who likes frosting?"she asked, and held up...
Capter One: Nammie's Long Day
Ryzaa's thumb twitched at his sword's tsuba, lifting it a scant distance to make sure it would come smoothly from the scabbard. Draw too soon, before the final candle went out, and it could mean disaster. Yet if he waited an instant too long, the mob surrounding him would press in and begin tearing faster than he could slice. Candlelight shone greasily on the sheen of perspiration above his lip. The throng around him sang and swayed, grimacing in laughter...but he saw the hunger in their eyes; noted each moment they slowly drew in closer. Only a few candles remained lit now. A bead of sweat stung his eye as he tried to remain focused. Ryzza felt the calm center of his being expand: the Warrior within filled his mind, as if putting on a suit of armor, donning senses, muscle, bone, reflexes, memory, intellect. The final candle filled his mind as everything seemingly slowed, grew quiet. Time expanded into a hallway of mirrors into which he strode at his own pace, in which he could choose when to gaze into the next pane of time, detached, calculating, utterly in command.
The slavering mob's chant rose to a cacophonous din
He rose to the balls of his feet
with haunting wail he heard from afar, as a pack of wolves:
He flowed into the "Willow In Flame" stance.
"YYOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu!"
His fingers caressed the sword's hilt, as an artist would his brush.
"And many more!" a voiced brayed.
He and his art were one.
The greasy wick dimmed...went out
The hilt of the sword seemed to leap to his hand
and a curl of smoke began to
as the blade flashed from it's scabbard without a sound.
rise from the candle.
All his being focused on the edge of the sword, as he made "The Birth of Day" stroke.
Not even a Stone Golem could have withstood such a cut.
Ryzaa's katana went through the candle,
the 5-layer cake,
the silver-chased pewter platter,
the solid oak table
and returned to it's sheath
before anyone had time to blink.
Nammie sat watching, surrounded by Bert, Demi, Vamp, Celestial, Winnie, DarkRose, Cryox, Pooky, Zombie, and all their friends...as the candle slowly split apart, lengthwise. The cake looked untouched. Vamp drew a breath.
"Wow, that actually went pretty--"
With a squealing groan, the table collapsed to the floor, bringing the platter, the cake, the plates, forks, crystal wineglasses, and three kegs of Yulgar's Private Reserve Cranraspberry Birthday Jubilee Brew crashing down.
"much like I thought it would." He finished lamely. He frowned, as he saw tears well up in Nammies eyes.
"Er...being as it IS your Birthday, Nams, I suppose you CAN cry if you want to, but just half a tic..." Fishing out his Crystal Orb of ABBA, he threw it up in the air. The walls and floor became a glittering, spinning disco-dreamworld.
"Ziss vun is for you, liebchen" he winked, as the groovy sounds of "Dancing Queen" filled the air. [press play and keep reading]
He snapped his fingers and Caeel and Flaw trotted up, shoving the table and all the contents out of the double-doors. The doors at the other end of the room were opened by PK and RP, as Yulgar himself effortlessly pushed in another table, laden with the exact same feast that had just been swept out the door.
"I love the respawn time on that thing..." he remarked, as he sauntered back behind the bar.
Ryzza's eyes narrowed as he saw the cake.
"Right...I'll use the "Day of Birth" stroke this time" he muttered, as he rose to the balls of his feet. Pooky slipped up behind him and dropped an icecube down his shirt-collar. Vamparagon looked over and clapped delightedly.
"Hey, now there's a guy who enjoys a good dance tune! Now, who's going to cut the--" He looked around.
At Cryox's disease-dripping Plague Spear.
Zombie's corroded Commander's Sword.
Pooky eyed her glowing Red Pitchfork quizzically.
Celestial's Rusted Sword wavered uncertainly.
Azure Celeste fingered Krom's...Hell, as if it mattered which Krom's it was! Vamp quickly averted his eyes and saw Sirvi.
She grimly raised her Wooden Mallet and took a step toward the cake.
Drakkos burped loudly, peering into an empty Yulgar's Mug.
"um.....Nevermind," Vamp finished. "Nammie, would you do the honors?"
"Sure!" Nammie grinned in reply. "SOMEone needs to show how it should be done!"
"Now, who likes frosting?"she asked, and held up...
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Winnie on Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:42 am
Her Chainsaw.
*BWWRRERWERWERWEWRWWE* (thats a chainsaw noise)
Suddenly, Winnie shouted: "THE CAKE IS A LIE!!!"
Everyone stared at her, and Kayleen began to laugh hysteracly.
ChrisX laughed too, "SINCE WHEN DID YOU TRUST GLADOS?"
Everyone stared at the 3 akwardly. Was it somthing they were missing?
Nam Nam cut the cake and, oddly, Chris, Kay, and Winnie didnt touch it. Eventually, Kay lost it and ate a bite though.
Winnie went and played this song to replace "Danceing Queen" that had previously ended.
Once again, the 3 began to laugh.
"SEROIUSLY!" Screamed Vamp, who eas getting a bit sick of this.
"YEAH!" said nammie, exasperated.
Chris just giggled, Kay looked at winnie.
"Anyways, this cake is great. its so delicious and moist."
Everyone just gave up on understanding after that.
*BWWRRERWERWERWEWRWWE* (thats a chainsaw noise)
Suddenly, Winnie shouted: "THE CAKE IS A LIE!!!"
Everyone stared at her, and Kayleen began to laugh hysteracly.
ChrisX laughed too, "SINCE WHEN DID YOU TRUST GLADOS?"
Everyone stared at the 3 akwardly. Was it somthing they were missing?
Nam Nam cut the cake and, oddly, Chris, Kay, and Winnie didnt touch it. Eventually, Kay lost it and ate a bite though.
Winnie went and played this song to replace "Danceing Queen" that had previously ended.
Once again, the 3 began to laugh.
"SEROIUSLY!" Screamed Vamp, who eas getting a bit sick of this.
"YEAH!" said nammie, exasperated.
Chris just giggled, Kay looked at winnie.
"Anyways, this cake is great. its so delicious and moist."
Everyone just gave up on understanding after that.
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Ryzaa on Sun Feb 01, 2009 7:29 am
Ryzaa sat at a table in the corner of the room thinking to himself, 'why does that always happen? I always manage to break a table..' he never really had been a dancer.
He had watched the comotion with Winnie and Kay from his spot in the corner.
That also made him think, 'if the cake was a lie.. why does it taste so good?'
'That might explain why I couldn't cut it though..'
He was really puzzled at this point.
Seeing Ry by himself in the corner Demi and Rose came over and sat with him....
He had watched the comotion with Winnie and Kay from his spot in the corner.
That also made him think, 'if the cake was a lie.. why does it taste so good?'
'That might explain why I couldn't cut it though..'
He was really puzzled at this point.
Seeing Ry by himself in the corner Demi and Rose came over and sat with him....
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Winnie on Sun Feb 01, 2009 11:51 pm
Winnie and Kayleen went up on the stage and began to do stand up comedy. The show began, and everyone was having fun by the time the theme song was over.
Hello-oooh!
Welcome to out homeade,
Comdey SHow!
Lots of BAD PUNS!
adn releases.
What to come, noone knows!
W: Well, HAPPU BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
K: Yes. We practaced a 3 part harmony.
This was procedded by a 3-part harmony of "Happu Birthday" And nobody could figure how 2 people did 3 part harmony. But it didnt REALLY matter.
THAT was proceeded by alot of bad bad jokes that i shalnt need to post here.
K: Now, we are going to get somebody up here to do some fun stuff.
She pointed at Ryzaa, and he stayed put.
RYzaa thought, ive seen their comedy before, and I think this time i'd like to keep my watch.
Demi went up instead.
W: Ok demi, we need you to blow up this balloon. (it was one of those l o n g skinny ones that you need a pump to blow up.)
NATURALLY, demi did.
K: ummmmm..... Twist it into a dragon.
NATURALLY, demi did.
W&K: HOLY CRUD.
Winnie sent demi back to his seat and took out some duct tape.
Heres a Segment we liek to call, "HOW MANY DUMB THINGS CAN I DO WITH DUCT TAPE?"
BY now nobody was watching except caeel.
Winnie Handed Nammie a wrapped box.
Nammie unwrapped it and, to her suprise, found a bag. it was empty at first glance, but then she reached in and found a card. SHe pulled it out, and a large holligraphic monster popped out and so did a large elephant.
And... a piece of cheese.
"OOH!" said nammie, picking up the cheese.
"I THOUGHT I TOOK IT OUT! "said winnie, frantically. "I wanted it to be PERFECT!"
"Its ok. Whats the elephant for?" asked nammie, fixing her eyes on it.
"just watch."
Nammie watched with a wary eye as the elphat began to sing "Happy Birthday" and then the monster did a funny dance.
"That was interesting..." said nammie, going over to the presents table, and picking up...
Hello-oooh!Welcome to out homeade,
Comdey SHow!
Lots of BAD PUNS!
adn releases.
What to come, noone knows!
W: Well, HAPPU BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
K: Yes. We practaced a 3 part harmony.
This was procedded by a 3-part harmony of "Happu Birthday" And nobody could figure how 2 people did 3 part harmony. But it didnt REALLY matter.
THAT was proceeded by alot of bad bad jokes that i shalnt need to post here.
K: Now, we are going to get somebody up here to do some fun stuff.
She pointed at Ryzaa, and he stayed put.
RYzaa thought, ive seen their comedy before, and I think this time i'd like to keep my watch.
Demi went up instead.
W: Ok demi, we need you to blow up this balloon. (it was one of those l o n g skinny ones that you need a pump to blow up.)
NATURALLY, demi did.
K: ummmmm..... Twist it into a dragon.
NATURALLY, demi did.
W&K: HOLY CRUD.
Winnie sent demi back to his seat and took out some duct tape.
Heres a Segment we liek to call, "HOW MANY DUMB THINGS CAN I DO WITH DUCT TAPE?"
BY now nobody was watching except caeel.
Winnie Handed Nammie a wrapped box.
Nammie unwrapped it and, to her suprise, found a bag. it was empty at first glance, but then she reached in and found a card. SHe pulled it out, and a large holligraphic monster popped out and so did a large elephant.
And... a piece of cheese.
"OOH!" said nammie, picking up the cheese.
"I THOUGHT I TOOK IT OUT! "said winnie, frantically. "I wanted it to be PERFECT!"
"Its ok. Whats the elephant for?" asked nammie, fixing her eyes on it.
"just watch."
Nammie watched with a wary eye as the elphat began to sing "Happy Birthday" and then the monster did a funny dance.
"That was interesting..." said nammie, going over to the presents table, and picking up...
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by pk494 on Wed Feb 04, 2009 9:44 am
The gift that Pk had brought.
Pk: I hopes you enjoys it.
Nam: Um....Pk...It's empty.
Pk:
Ehehehe...um...my bad...you sure it's empty?
Nam: Oh, wait, here, there's...a large spherical object?
Pk: OMG! DON'T TOUCH IT! IT WILL DESTROY US ALL!
All: WHAT?!?
Pk:Oh geez...if the city destroying bomb is in THAT box, where is that reality control device?
...
Ah crud...well, I'm off to fight that cursed clone army...see you all later. Oh, and, um...I need that box back Nam.
Nam: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight...*hands pk the box, and goes to pick up...*
Pk: I hopes you enjoys it.
Nam: Um....Pk...It's empty.
Pk:
Ehehehe...um...my bad...you sure it's empty?Nam: Oh, wait, here, there's...a large spherical object?
Pk: OMG! DON'T TOUCH IT! IT WILL DESTROY US ALL!
All: WHAT?!?
Pk:Oh geez...if the city destroying bomb is in THAT box, where is that reality control device?
...
Ah crud...well, I'm off to fight that cursed clone army...see you all later. Oh, and, um...I need that box back Nam.
Nam: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight...*hands pk the box, and goes to pick up...*
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Flaw of Insanity on Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:00 am
"Eh, at least this is better than by birthday party..." Flaw said with a grunt in his voice. Ryzaa shivered, "Remind me never to plan a surprise party for you!" "Was it that bad?" Winnie asked, having been ill at the time. "That bad? Lets say he nearly sent a knife through my head, got Vamp locked in a cage, and nearly cut off Demi's arm!" Ryzaa almost shouted.
Winnie raised an eyebrow, "Ummmm, Flaw did all that?" "Yeah, but after he realized it was us, he loosened the chains a bit." Ryzaa sighed. Everyone was in almost shock at remembering it. Flaw shrugged, "Ah well, live and let die." "Speaking of which, you killed Fluffy!" Ryzaa shouted at Flaw. All Flaw did was shrug and say, "Meh."
Pooky planted her head in her hand, "This is gonna be a LOOONG day."
Winnie raised an eyebrow, "Ummmm, Flaw did all that?" "Yeah, but after he realized it was us, he loosened the chains a bit." Ryzaa sighed. Everyone was in almost shock at remembering it. Flaw shrugged, "Ah well, live and let die." "Speaking of which, you killed Fluffy!" Ryzaa shouted at Flaw. All Flaw did was shrug and say, "Meh."
Pooky planted her head in her hand, "This is gonna be a LOOONG day."
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by pk494 on Wed Feb 04, 2009 10:32 am
Pk: Well, the good news is, I defeated the army of cursed clones. The bad news is I destroyed the gift I got for Nammie...So I've decided to give her my collection of bobble heads, including all 281 Regulars, the Limited Edition Solid Platinum Bobble Heads I made, and of course the AE staff members, including mods.
Nam: Wow...that's...a lot of bobble heads.
Bertran: Hm? Wow...*tries to steal*
Pk: Try that again bert, and you'll lose more than just a hair.
Bertran: Eh? *Realizes Pk someow cut a single strand of hair without moving.*
Nam: Wow...that's...a lot of bobble heads.
Bertran: Hm? Wow...*tries to steal*
Pk: Try that again bert, and you'll lose more than just a hair.
Bertran: Eh? *Realizes Pk someow cut a single strand of hair without moving.*
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Winnie on Thu Feb 05, 2009 5:17 am
"YEEEEAHHHHH" winnie shouted, finally seeign her chance, she ran over to the table adn attempting to steal the Bertran, Winnie, DragonLord Kayleen, Artix, Cysero, Warlic, and Scakk plushies she slipped across the floor and slid to bertrans feet.
Bertran picked up the Bertran bobble head. "Ah." he said, looking at the crown and ripping it off. "It's not me anymore."
Winnie began to cry. "I WANTED THE BERTRAN BOBBLE!!!!!!!!!!"
Artix stepped in front of her and took his bobble head. (Artix?? When was HE HERE??) Hmmmm.... this makes my head look big.......Everyoen got theres. nammie kept hers and that safficed as a present.
Bertran picked up the Bertran bobble head. "Ah." he said, looking at the crown and ripping it off. "It's not me anymore."
Winnie began to cry. "I WANTED THE BERTRAN BOBBLE!!!!!!!!!!"
Artix stepped in front of her and took his bobble head. (Artix?? When was HE HERE??) Hmmmm.... this makes my head look big.......Everyoen got theres. nammie kept hers and that safficed as a present.
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Pooks on Thu Feb 05, 2009 8:43 am
Nammie shoved her way through all the piles of wrapping-paper, greasy plates, napkins and trinkets on the table to reveal the LAST PRESENT. It was a polyhedron of some kind in purple wrapping paper that had a strange, shimmering light to it; just looking at it for a few seconds made one feel as though the rug were sliding out from under one's feet. As she gazed at its swirling opalescence she felt and odd sensation, like the concept of right and left, up and down had started to slip away, like a fish on the deck of a tilting ship.
She reached for the faceted shape slowly, and touched the paper...the light was coming from under it, shining through the thin tissue! There was no card, no tag...and no one spoke to claim it was theirs as she pulled it toward her. Everyone stared at the vertigo-inducing shape, fascinated, yet unsure...surely one of them had brought it?
If not, then...but how odd it made one feel! As if everything that had made sense before now seemed...odd! WHY were cubes square? How did everything stay on the ground? Oddest of all...now, everything Flaw said: Shurkadurr...Kablaa...it now seemed to make more and more sense...some kind of sense, anyway.
Nammie had no recollection of removing the tissue wrappings. It sat on the table, casting a pale silvery glow as it's facets showed a marbled purple and silver texture that seemed to swirl ever so slowly. It was a peaceful, but not calming thing to look at. There was no malice, but it certainly wasn't friendly...it was more like a force of nature...but of no nature that could be readily identified as one's own. Pooky stared at the thing with an odd expression.
"I think I know what that is!" she said, in a a wondering tone of dawning recognition.
She pulled out her old book of Crystallography and flipped through several pages.
"Yeah! Here it is! A 'Rhombic Triacontahedron'! One of the more complex convex polyhedrons...it is made of 30 "Golden Rhombuses"...so called because their dimensions are equal to the Golden Ratio...let's see...Archimedean dual solid...each face is both reflection and rotation of another face...ohmigosh." Pooky slammed the book shut.
"The matrix of vertices contains several other focii of power--the icosahedron, dodecahedron, hexahedron, and tetrahedron! Do you know what that means?!"
No one spoke. Even the cricket, who usually put in his two cents when no one else did, was completely slack-jawed at the unintelligible blather.
"Oh! Um...yeah." Pooky's face turned a delicate shade of pink.
"Well, let's say you had a lens that focused sunlight. Only this lens was also a prism that could split apart the sunlight into a rainbow, or reflect it like mirrors. Now let's say there were a lot of kinds of magnifier/prisms, that could be used to amplify or redirect or focus to different degrees of power...following me so far?
Flaw yawned. "zZz"
Nammie nodded slowly. Bertran looked interested, as did several of the others. But most of the group just stood or sat, staring at the mesmerizing shape and drooling.
Pooky rolled her eyes and stayed on topic.
"Alright. Now, let's say that those different prisms can also be used with each other..the complexity and variety of effects that could be had would rapidly increase, right?" Lord Zombie shrugged as if to say "of course".
"OK. What if there were a few very special prisms that could do everything that a half-dozen of these things could do...by itself?"
Vamp's eyes widened at the thought.
"With all the interactive, additive and iterative capabilities undiminished?" he said with a sharp, comprehending look.
Pooky nodded grimly. "Correct."
"So...what I have is a super...neato...prismathingy for making rainbows?" Nammie ventured, a bit puzzled.
A voice behind them spoke in the silence. "In a manner o' speakin', that's exactly what it is." Everyone turned to see Yulgar leaning over the counter as usual, where he had been polishing his mugs. Only this time, there was no smile on his face.
"The only thing is, were not talkin' about rainbows, Sunshine."
He looked past them, his eyes seeing a different time. With a voice tinged with sadness, he said, "Warlic explained it to me...even showed me pictures in his book. Way back when we were sending people on that quest to find elements for a custom weapon...remember them gems that people found? I forged 'em into their hilts...remember?"
A few in the group nodded.
"And now the mage-shop makes floating little purple ones for mage-pets...not very powerful, but they give a mage a boost. Those were made from some of the leftover gems found by people who didn't want 'em."
Everyone said "oohhhhhh...." at the same time.
"Well, those were these here focuses Pook's on about...some focused fire, some earth, some light, an' so on...and some could do more. Some could do a LOT more. An' there was one....one that could do it all...even Element X. We knew someone would have ta find it eventually if we kept sending people out there. Sure enough...someone found the mother of all focuses...light, darkness, Void, any and all. Not just focus, but mix, separate...intensify, dispell! In the wrong hands..." Yulgar shrugged expressively. "Well, Me an' Warlic didn't let that happen."
He nodded at the hedron on the table.
"That isn't THE focus of all focuses...but it is one of the more powerful ones." He shook his head.
"What I DO know is that the more powerful the focus, the more useful it is for findin' the most powerful one...the one that Warlic hid. The friends looked at each other with looks of surprise, interest, and--in Sych's case--sour-faced grumpiness.
"Only Warlic knew where he hid it," Yulgar said in a quiet rumble. "an' he took that secret with him." As he spoke his voise became more hoarse, and the pewter mug in his huge hand began to crumple.
" Durn sure he didn't tell that murderous little vixen of an apprentice..." He frowned down at the mug were all his fingers had gone white and left dents in the metal. He shrugged, and crumpled it into a ball with both hands, to be re-worked on his forge, and said in a normal tone,
"...but she's after it, you can bet that. It might be what she's been after all along."
The blacksmith shook his head, looking worried. "Whoever gave that to you has got a reason for doin' it. Might be they mean well...might be they don't. Whatever they mean by it, you got something that a lot of people, good and bad, will be itchin' to get their hands on. However it got here, one thing's sure--it's yours now. Happy Birthday, kiddo."
Nammie swallowed, and looked back at the faceted object.
Yulgar smiled gently, and went back to polishing his mugs.
She reached for the faceted shape slowly, and touched the paper...the light was coming from under it, shining through the thin tissue! There was no card, no tag...and no one spoke to claim it was theirs as she pulled it toward her. Everyone stared at the vertigo-inducing shape, fascinated, yet unsure...surely one of them had brought it?
If not, then...but how odd it made one feel! As if everything that had made sense before now seemed...odd! WHY were cubes square? How did everything stay on the ground? Oddest of all...now, everything Flaw said: Shurkadurr...Kablaa...it now seemed to make more and more sense...some kind of sense, anyway.
Nammie had no recollection of removing the tissue wrappings. It sat on the table, casting a pale silvery glow as it's facets showed a marbled purple and silver texture that seemed to swirl ever so slowly. It was a peaceful, but not calming thing to look at. There was no malice, but it certainly wasn't friendly...it was more like a force of nature...but of no nature that could be readily identified as one's own. Pooky stared at the thing with an odd expression.
"I think I know what that is!" she said, in a a wondering tone of dawning recognition.
She pulled out her old book of Crystallography and flipped through several pages.
"Yeah! Here it is! A 'Rhombic Triacontahedron'! One of the more complex convex polyhedrons...it is made of 30 "Golden Rhombuses"...so called because their dimensions are equal to the Golden Ratio...let's see...Archimedean dual solid...each face is both reflection and rotation of another face...ohmigosh." Pooky slammed the book shut.
"The matrix of vertices contains several other focii of power--the icosahedron, dodecahedron, hexahedron, and tetrahedron! Do you know what that means?!"
No one spoke. Even the cricket, who usually put in his two cents when no one else did, was completely slack-jawed at the unintelligible blather.
"Oh! Um...yeah." Pooky's face turned a delicate shade of pink.
"Well, let's say you had a lens that focused sunlight. Only this lens was also a prism that could split apart the sunlight into a rainbow, or reflect it like mirrors. Now let's say there were a lot of kinds of magnifier/prisms, that could be used to amplify or redirect or focus to different degrees of power...following me so far?
Flaw yawned. "zZz"
Nammie nodded slowly. Bertran looked interested, as did several of the others. But most of the group just stood or sat, staring at the mesmerizing shape and drooling.
Pooky rolled her eyes and stayed on topic.
"Alright. Now, let's say that those different prisms can also be used with each other..the complexity and variety of effects that could be had would rapidly increase, right?" Lord Zombie shrugged as if to say "of course".
"OK. What if there were a few very special prisms that could do everything that a half-dozen of these things could do...by itself?"
Vamp's eyes widened at the thought.
"With all the interactive, additive and iterative capabilities undiminished?" he said with a sharp, comprehending look.
Pooky nodded grimly. "Correct."
"So...what I have is a super...neato...prismathingy for making rainbows?" Nammie ventured, a bit puzzled.
A voice behind them spoke in the silence. "In a manner o' speakin', that's exactly what it is." Everyone turned to see Yulgar leaning over the counter as usual, where he had been polishing his mugs. Only this time, there was no smile on his face.
"The only thing is, were not talkin' about rainbows, Sunshine."
He looked past them, his eyes seeing a different time. With a voice tinged with sadness, he said, "Warlic explained it to me...even showed me pictures in his book. Way back when we were sending people on that quest to find elements for a custom weapon...remember them gems that people found? I forged 'em into their hilts...remember?"
A few in the group nodded.
"And now the mage-shop makes floating little purple ones for mage-pets...not very powerful, but they give a mage a boost. Those were made from some of the leftover gems found by people who didn't want 'em."
Everyone said "oohhhhhh...." at the same time.
"Well, those were these here focuses Pook's on about...some focused fire, some earth, some light, an' so on...and some could do more. Some could do a LOT more. An' there was one....one that could do it all...even Element X. We knew someone would have ta find it eventually if we kept sending people out there. Sure enough...someone found the mother of all focuses...light, darkness, Void, any and all. Not just focus, but mix, separate...intensify, dispell! In the wrong hands..." Yulgar shrugged expressively. "Well, Me an' Warlic didn't let that happen."
He nodded at the hedron on the table.
"That isn't THE focus of all focuses...but it is one of the more powerful ones." He shook his head.
"What I DO know is that the more powerful the focus, the more useful it is for findin' the most powerful one...the one that Warlic hid. The friends looked at each other with looks of surprise, interest, and--in Sych's case--sour-faced grumpiness.
"Only Warlic knew where he hid it," Yulgar said in a quiet rumble. "an' he took that secret with him." As he spoke his voise became more hoarse, and the pewter mug in his huge hand began to crumple.
" Durn sure he didn't tell that murderous little vixen of an apprentice..." He frowned down at the mug were all his fingers had gone white and left dents in the metal. He shrugged, and crumpled it into a ball with both hands, to be re-worked on his forge, and said in a normal tone,
"...but she's after it, you can bet that. It might be what she's been after all along."
The blacksmith shook his head, looking worried. "Whoever gave that to you has got a reason for doin' it. Might be they mean well...might be they don't. Whatever they mean by it, you got something that a lot of people, good and bad, will be itchin' to get their hands on. However it got here, one thing's sure--it's yours now. Happy Birthday, kiddo."
Nammie swallowed, and looked back at the faceted object.
Yulgar smiled gently, and went back to polishing his mugs.
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Winnie on Thu Feb 19, 2009 4:41 am
Winnie looked at Kayleen.
"Don't you have one of those on your staff?" Asked Winnie, looking at her half-dragon apprentace.
"Uh..................................." She said, not knowing. "Warlic gave me this when I started my training. So, probobly, yes. Remember when we went thorugh that questy-thing where you had me get the 6 jewels? Well, then I took them to Warlic. Then he made me this staff.
Oh, btw, yes, I made that in paint.
"Well," said yulgar, "If we put one gem next to the other, she should react to each other in a special way depending on which ones they are. So, Lets get the purple one."
They picked up the purple one and stuck it next to Kayleen's staff. to their surprise, they found the red gem in the center of the staff being sucked into the purple one.
"WHAT THE Please do not use innapropreate language.!??!?! YOU RUINED MY STAFF!!!" Shouted Kayleen, waving the now useless staff in the air.
"Sorry....?" Said Yulgar, feeling slightly guilty about wrecking such a fine staff. "I'll forge you another one."
Kayleen was now VERY angry. "I DON'T WANT ANOTHER STAFF, WARLIC MADE THIS ONE! IT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD LEFT OF HIM!" Her knees buckled, and she began to cry.
Winnie looked up from kayleen. Shooting a glance at Yulgar as if to say either: "Its ok... I'll find a way to make her another one..." or "WHAT THE??? NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Yulgar couldent tell which, and scratched his head apolagetically.
Kayleen now was forming a plan. "I AM GONNA HUNT DOWN NYTHERA AND I AM GONNA KILL HER! KILL HER AND TAKE THAT ORB SHE STOLD FROM WARLIC AND BRING HIM BACK! IM GONNA BRING HIM BACK AND---" This was followed by a seires of sobbing, and everyone turned their heads to Winnie.
"I dont know HOW she is gonna do it, but with this temper..."
"Don't you have one of those on your staff?" Asked Winnie, looking at her half-dragon apprentace.
"Uh..................................." She said, not knowing. "Warlic gave me this when I started my training. So, probobly, yes. Remember when we went thorugh that questy-thing where you had me get the 6 jewels? Well, then I took them to Warlic. Then he made me this staff.
Oh, btw, yes, I made that in paint.
"Well," said yulgar, "If we put one gem next to the other, she should react to each other in a special way depending on which ones they are. So, Lets get the purple one."
They picked up the purple one and stuck it next to Kayleen's staff. to their surprise, they found the red gem in the center of the staff being sucked into the purple one.
"WHAT THE Please do not use innapropreate language.!??!?! YOU RUINED MY STAFF!!!" Shouted Kayleen, waving the now useless staff in the air.
"Sorry....?" Said Yulgar, feeling slightly guilty about wrecking such a fine staff. "I'll forge you another one."
Kayleen was now VERY angry. "I DON'T WANT ANOTHER STAFF, WARLIC MADE THIS ONE! IT WAS THE ONLY THING I HAD LEFT OF HIM!" Her knees buckled, and she began to cry.
Winnie looked up from kayleen. Shooting a glance at Yulgar as if to say either: "Its ok... I'll find a way to make her another one..." or "WHAT THE??? NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Yulgar couldent tell which, and scratched his head apolagetically.
Kayleen now was forming a plan. "I AM GONNA HUNT DOWN NYTHERA AND I AM GONNA KILL HER! KILL HER AND TAKE THAT ORB SHE STOLD FROM WARLIC AND BRING HIM BACK! IM GONNA BRING HIM BACK AND---" This was followed by a seires of sobbing, and everyone turned their heads to Winnie.
"I dont know HOW she is gonna do it, but with this temper..."
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Ryzaa on Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:56 pm
"Well it wasn't MY fault!" said Winnie with an exasperated look on her face.
She sighed "Fine... Comon Kay" they left the Inn, "Happy rest-of your Birthday Nam Nam" they both said as they left.
"Well.. that was good.." said Ryzaa still sitting at the table "what is with that crystal thing?" he said on a side-note to Demi, "I really don't know..." his eyes still transfixed. "Well whatever it is, I don't like the look of it.. who would give that sort of a thing as a gift? It just looks evil.. or better word for it.. Chaotic." "You're right about that Ry..."
Just then Pooky walked over to their table, "What are you three doing over here all by yourself?" she said with a big smile on her face,
"Just.. Talkin'.." was Ryzaa's reply hiding his katana further under the table.
"About?" she inquired.
"What everyone else in the room is buzzing about right now.. Seriously.. hasn't that thing affected you in any way?"
"It has... but I'm over that."
"Heh.. that was quick.."
She sighed "Fine... Comon Kay" they left the Inn, "Happy rest-of your Birthday Nam Nam" they both said as they left.
"Well.. that was good.." said Ryzaa still sitting at the table "what is with that crystal thing?" he said on a side-note to Demi, "I really don't know..." his eyes still transfixed. "Well whatever it is, I don't like the look of it.. who would give that sort of a thing as a gift? It just looks evil.. or better word for it.. Chaotic." "You're right about that Ry..."
Just then Pooky walked over to their table, "What are you three doing over here all by yourself?" she said with a big smile on her face,
"Just.. Talkin'.." was Ryzaa's reply hiding his katana further under the table.
"About?" she inquired.
"What everyone else in the room is buzzing about right now.. Seriously.. hasn't that thing affected you in any way?"
"It has... but I'm over that."
"Heh.. that was quick.."
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Winnie on Fri Feb 20, 2009 5:56 am
Outside, Kayleen was busy trying to find new uses for her now de-charged staff. She was venting her anger at that tree in Battleon that now has a couple of scratches on it.
"TAKE THAT! AND THAT! YOU!!!!!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM??? WHY?" Kayleen raged, taking another stab at the tree with her staff that was broken in several more places than it used to be.
"So.... since its not a staff anymore... its a polearm?" Asked winnie, who was sitting on the stump next to Twilly.
"Polearm?" Asked kayleen, who knows a lot about staves and swords, but not much about other weapons.
"Yeah... Like that pitchfork you use for your hillbilly outfit." Winnie replied.
"..........................." said kayleen, taking out her pitchfork and stabbing the tree with it.
"Polearms are like staves that have pointy stuff at the end... in a way. If you want, I'll go into dictionary mode and tell you the full definition." Kayleen looked at Winnie with a cocked head.
"Please." said Kayleen, stabbing the tree again and denting her pitchfork.
"Ok..." her eyes closed as if she were in deep thought. "Polearm... searching.... Pole weapon.... Pole Weapon: Noun. A pole weapon or polearm is a close combat weapon in which the main fighting part of the weapon is placed on the end of a long shaft, typically of wood, thereby extending the user's effective range. Spears, glaives, poleaxes, halberds, and bardiches are all varieties of polearm. The idea of attaching a weapon onto a long shaft is an old one indeed, as the first spears date back to the Stone Age. The purpose of using pole weapons is either to extend reach or to increase angular momentum—and thus striking power—when the weapon is swung."
"Hmmm...... that actually makes sense." said Kayleen, taking out her tree axe.
"AGGGG! DON'T HIT THAT WITH A TREE AXE!!!" Shouted Winnie, jumping in front of the tree.
"Why NOT?"
"You can't cut that down! It's got... special stuff.... in it...." Winnie replied, putting her arms out in front of her defensively.
"What KIND of special stuff? <.<"
"Look, all I know is that you CAN'T cut it down." Winnie sighed. "Ok?"
"Not ok." Said Kayleen, raising her axe. "If it has special stuff, I wanna find it."
She swung and Winnie dove in with her battleaxe. "YOU CAN'T CUT IT!!!!!!" She raged, taking a forceful swong at kayleen's now equipped sword.
Kayleen swung back. She didn't mean to hurt Winnie- it just happened. During Winnie's recoil from her last swing, she had her axe behind her, so she was unable to stop the next swing. She fell to the ground, blue blood spilled everywhere.
"HOLY CRAP!" Shouted Kayleen. "HOLYHOLYHOLYHOLY!" She said, dropping her sword. That was all she could say. "HOLY!!!" She shouted again, and ran to get the healer. The thought didn't even cross her mind: "Blue Blood?"
The only healer there was Juliana. She looked up.
"Hey!" She said, standing up, "Whats up?"
"W--INNIE---!!! Kayleen stammered, "C-OM-E!!!" Running out the door with Juliana behind her, she reached the clearing.
"OH My Gosh! How did that happen??" Asked juliana, staring at the bloddy mess.
"IT WAS AN ACCADENT!" Shouted Kayleen, "DO SOMTHING!!!"
Juliana used her healing magic to settle the wounds, but not fully heal them. They were now just about as deep as a paper cut.
By now, however, some of the party guests had come to look for Winnie. They were all ver freaked out.
Finally, over the tragety, Bertran pointed out a very important thing.
"Hey, Juliana, why is her blood Blue?" He asked, puzzleing over it.
Juliana had worked with lots of colors of blood before. Red, (duh) Purple, Green, White, (Though she was pretty shure that was puss) And even gold. But NEVER, NEVER had she seen blue. Perhaps this was why she had taken it so lightly before, colored blood was jsut another thing. She took winnie to the healing tent and let her rest.
Juliana looked through all her books. She knew that blood color depended on species, however there was no mention of blue. So, she tried to break it down. She took out a peice of paper and wrote a chart.
Yellow=Gryphon
Purple=Moglin.
Green=Goblin.
White=Dragon
None=Undead
Gold=Unicorn
Red=Human
She thought about this. She wrote another table under it.
Blue+Yellow= Green
Red+Blue=Purple
Yellow+red=orange.
Red+red=red
Blue+blue=blue
Yellow+yellow=yellow.
The thought about what she had done. "IVE GOT IT!" She shouted.
"Got what?" Asked Flaw, who was standing behind her silently.
This startled juliana and she did a mini-jump.
"Oh, I didn't notice you there." she said, picking up the paper. "I've solved the mystery of the blue blood!!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"You gonna TELL me?"
"Well, yeah." Juliana showed him the chart. "See how Red+Blue=Moglin?
"Yup."
"Well, then that means that purple-red must equal blue!"
"how do you do THAT?" asked flaw.
"I DONT KNOW YET!" Juliana said enthusiastically, clapping her hands together.
"..................................................................." Normally he would be used to this sort of behavior if he hung out with juli more often.
"Well, Im trying." juliana said back, taking out more paper.
The next chart was more complicated.
She thought about this.
"OMG!" She said,clapping her hands. "AYEEE! IVE FIGURED IT OUT! WINNIE IS ONE OF THE AINCHENT HEALERS! THATS WHY PURPLE-RED=BLUE! MOGLINS ORIGINATED FROM HEALERS AND THEN SHE IS ALSO HUMAN, BUT A HEALER!! THAT ALSO EXPLAINS WHY SHE LOVES MOGLINS SO MUCH!"
This fit the puzzle perfectly. Mabye when she was done she could ask winnie for some help.
Alas, that would never happen. 1 week later poor winnie was dead.
"TAKE THAT! AND THAT! YOU!!!!!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM??? WHY?" Kayleen raged, taking another stab at the tree with her staff that was broken in several more places than it used to be.
"So.... since its not a staff anymore... its a polearm?" Asked winnie, who was sitting on the stump next to Twilly.
"Polearm?" Asked kayleen, who knows a lot about staves and swords, but not much about other weapons.
"Yeah... Like that pitchfork you use for your hillbilly outfit." Winnie replied.
"..........................." said kayleen, taking out her pitchfork and stabbing the tree with it.
"Polearms are like staves that have pointy stuff at the end... in a way. If you want, I'll go into dictionary mode and tell you the full definition." Kayleen looked at Winnie with a cocked head.
"Please." said Kayleen, stabbing the tree again and denting her pitchfork.
"Ok..." her eyes closed as if she were in deep thought. "Polearm... searching.... Pole weapon.... Pole Weapon: Noun. A pole weapon or polearm is a close combat weapon in which the main fighting part of the weapon is placed on the end of a long shaft, typically of wood, thereby extending the user's effective range. Spears, glaives, poleaxes, halberds, and bardiches are all varieties of polearm. The idea of attaching a weapon onto a long shaft is an old one indeed, as the first spears date back to the Stone Age. The purpose of using pole weapons is either to extend reach or to increase angular momentum—and thus striking power—when the weapon is swung."
"Hmmm...... that actually makes sense." said Kayleen, taking out her tree axe.
"AGGGG! DON'T HIT THAT WITH A TREE AXE!!!" Shouted Winnie, jumping in front of the tree.
"Why NOT?"
"You can't cut that down! It's got... special stuff.... in it...." Winnie replied, putting her arms out in front of her defensively.
"What KIND of special stuff? <.<"
"Look, all I know is that you CAN'T cut it down." Winnie sighed. "Ok?"
"Not ok." Said Kayleen, raising her axe. "If it has special stuff, I wanna find it."
She swung and Winnie dove in with her battleaxe. "YOU CAN'T CUT IT!!!!!!" She raged, taking a forceful swong at kayleen's now equipped sword.
Kayleen swung back. She didn't mean to hurt Winnie- it just happened. During Winnie's recoil from her last swing, she had her axe behind her, so she was unable to stop the next swing. She fell to the ground, blue blood spilled everywhere.
"HOLY CRAP!" Shouted Kayleen. "HOLYHOLYHOLYHOLY!" She said, dropping her sword. That was all she could say. "HOLY!!!" She shouted again, and ran to get the healer. The thought didn't even cross her mind: "Blue Blood?"
The only healer there was Juliana. She looked up.
"Hey!" She said, standing up, "Whats up?"
"W--INNIE---!!! Kayleen stammered, "C-OM-E!!!" Running out the door with Juliana behind her, she reached the clearing.
"OH My Gosh! How did that happen??" Asked juliana, staring at the bloddy mess.
"IT WAS AN ACCADENT!" Shouted Kayleen, "DO SOMTHING!!!"
Juliana used her healing magic to settle the wounds, but not fully heal them. They were now just about as deep as a paper cut.
By now, however, some of the party guests had come to look for Winnie. They were all ver freaked out.
Finally, over the tragety, Bertran pointed out a very important thing.
"Hey, Juliana, why is her blood Blue?" He asked, puzzleing over it.
Juliana had worked with lots of colors of blood before. Red, (duh) Purple, Green, White, (Though she was pretty shure that was puss) And even gold. But NEVER, NEVER had she seen blue. Perhaps this was why she had taken it so lightly before, colored blood was jsut another thing. She took winnie to the healing tent and let her rest.
Juliana looked through all her books. She knew that blood color depended on species, however there was no mention of blue. So, she tried to break it down. She took out a peice of paper and wrote a chart.
Yellow=Gryphon
Purple=Moglin.
Green=Goblin.
White=Dragon
None=Undead
Gold=Unicorn
Red=Human
She thought about this. She wrote another table under it.
Blue+Yellow= Green
Red+Blue=Purple
Yellow+red=orange.
Red+red=red
Blue+blue=blue
Yellow+yellow=yellow.
The thought about what she had done. "IVE GOT IT!" She shouted.
"Got what?" Asked Flaw, who was standing behind her silently.
This startled juliana and she did a mini-jump.
"Oh, I didn't notice you there." she said, picking up the paper. "I've solved the mystery of the blue blood!!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"You gonna TELL me?"
"Well, yeah." Juliana showed him the chart. "See how Red+Blue=Moglin?
"Yup."
"Well, then that means that purple-red must equal blue!"
"how do you do THAT?" asked flaw.
"I DONT KNOW YET!" Juliana said enthusiastically, clapping her hands together.
"..................................................................." Normally he would be used to this sort of behavior if he hung out with juli more often.
"Well, Im trying." juliana said back, taking out more paper.
The next chart was more complicated.
MOGLINS (Purple)
^
Healing magic/Cute and cuddely
^ ^
Magic originated/Bad fighters.
from ainchent/
healers./
^
Healing magic/Cute and cuddely
^ ^
Magic originated/Bad fighters.
from ainchent/
healers./
She thought about this.
"OMG!" She said,clapping her hands. "AYEEE! IVE FIGURED IT OUT! WINNIE IS ONE OF THE AINCHENT HEALERS! THATS WHY PURPLE-RED=BLUE! MOGLINS ORIGINATED FROM HEALERS AND THEN SHE IS ALSO HUMAN, BUT A HEALER!! THAT ALSO EXPLAINS WHY SHE LOVES MOGLINS SO MUCH!"
This fit the puzzle perfectly. Mabye when she was done she could ask winnie for some help.
Alas, that would never happen. 1 week later poor winnie was dead.
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by DragonLord Kayleen on Tue Feb 24, 2009 2:57 am
meanwhile, Kayleen had fled Battleon and hid in her loft in a forest.
She had been out of control. Darkness had been slowly taking over the light in her soul.
Kayleen was an outcast. She felt anger and sorrow whenever she tried to go to back.
She watched winnies funral from a distant hill. Now, she decided to go back. Not to the town, the darkness. She thought that she was losing it. She lost her dear Warlic and
murduered her friend. just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes.
Kayleen started packing her possetions, all the time muttering "Cant hurt anyone else,
cant LOSE anyone else...." While she was backing her front door opened. Kay paused
and looked up without turning around she said,"Nothing you can do will can change my mind, Artix." Artix sighed and relpyed,"I thought not. If you leave, it will be a great loss,
I know your in pain after Winnie's accident but-" "ACCIDENT!??! IS THAT WAHT THEY CALL IT??" Kay shrieked tears welling up in her eyes "THEY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,
THEIR JUST HIDING IT, NOT LETTING PEOPLE KNOW THE TRUTH! I KILLED HER AND I CAN NOT FROGIVE MYSELF, ITS THE LAST OF IT!! I HAV- IHAVE TO TURN BACK TO THE DARK!!!" Kayleen screamed as tears of sorrow and fury streaked her face. Artix stared at her, knowing now how badly off she was. Kayleen threw her backpack over her shoulder and headed past Artix, who muttered,"Warlic would not want this..." Kayleen stood in the doorway and said "Winnie wouldent want this either." She faced Artix and handed him a
sliver dagger. She pressed it in his hand and said, "If you see me in battle and-and Im going to hurt one of my friends o-or someone else, stab me with this.Do not hesitate. If Warlic ever comes back, he'll know what to do...." her voice trailed off. Kayleen closed her eyes as she change into her dragon form. She jumped off the ledge and flew away, leaving Artix stareing at the weapon in his palm.
[size] THREE DAYS LATER...[/size]
Kayleen stood in a throne room inside Scelptuers fortress, in front of the dark lord himself.
"Old master, I have retured." Kay said steadly. "And why would you be back?" hissed the
Dark Lord. "The light has finely left it scars on me" "the dark I recalled, also left it scars on you also." "Yes, but the scars from the dark dosent burn though." "Very well,....."
The dark lord raised a hand and dark fire flew out and circled Kay. Where Kayleen Drakwel once stood, the Dark Kayleen stood. "Its good to be back" hissed th ShadowClaw
with a grin.
She had been out of control. Darkness had been slowly taking over the light in her soul.
Kayleen was an outcast. She felt anger and sorrow whenever she tried to go to back.
She watched winnies funral from a distant hill. Now, she decided to go back. Not to the town, the darkness. She thought that she was losing it. She lost her dear Warlic and
murduered her friend. just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes.
Kayleen started packing her possetions, all the time muttering "Cant hurt anyone else,
cant LOSE anyone else...." While she was backing her front door opened. Kay paused
and looked up without turning around she said,"Nothing you can do will can change my mind, Artix." Artix sighed and relpyed,"I thought not. If you leave, it will be a great loss,
I know your in pain after Winnie's accident but-" "ACCIDENT!??! IS THAT WAHT THEY CALL IT??" Kay shrieked tears welling up in her eyes "THEY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,
THEIR JUST HIDING IT, NOT LETTING PEOPLE KNOW THE TRUTH! I KILLED HER AND I CAN NOT FROGIVE MYSELF, ITS THE LAST OF IT!! I HAV- IHAVE TO TURN BACK TO THE DARK!!!" Kayleen screamed as tears of sorrow and fury streaked her face. Artix stared at her, knowing now how badly off she was. Kayleen threw her backpack over her shoulder and headed past Artix, who muttered,"Warlic would not want this..." Kayleen stood in the doorway and said "Winnie wouldent want this either." She faced Artix and handed him a
sliver dagger. She pressed it in his hand and said, "If you see me in battle and-and Im going to hurt one of my friends o-or someone else, stab me with this.Do not hesitate. If Warlic ever comes back, he'll know what to do...." her voice trailed off. Kayleen closed her eyes as she change into her dragon form. She jumped off the ledge and flew away, leaving Artix stareing at the weapon in his palm.
[size] THREE DAYS LATER...[/size]
Kayleen stood in a throne room inside Scelptuers fortress, in front of the dark lord himself.
"Old master, I have retured." Kay said steadly. "And why would you be back?" hissed the
Dark Lord. "The light has finely left it scars on me" "the dark I recalled, also left it scars on you also." "Yes, but the scars from the dark dosent burn though." "Very well,....."
The dark lord raised a hand and dark fire flew out and circled Kay. Where Kayleen Drakwel once stood, the Dark Kayleen stood. "Its good to be back" hissed th ShadowClaw
with a grin.
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Winnie on Tue Feb 24, 2009 4:13 am
PART 2: BACKSTORY(S) And HARDSHIPS
~Comment~
I copied this from Kayleen's application up till teh end of the second paragraph.
~Comment end~
Kayleen's Backstory
Kayleen and a few of her friends went shopping at
a traveling trinket shop. While Kayleen's friends were searching for the fabled
Warlic plushie, Kayleen wandered over to a case filled with medallions. One
of the medallions stood out from the rest. It was bronze and had dragons on both sides.
On the front there was a common looking dragon that seemed to be more powerful
than it looked. On the other side, there was an asian dragon. When Kayleen touched it,
an electric feeling shot up her hand. When she purchased it, the shop keeper gave her
a strange warning. "This medallion has two halfs. When they are connected, the two owners
become one." Kayleen gave the shopkeeper an odd look and left.
Later that night, far away , the 'other half' of the medallion, was owned by the dragon
lord of fire, Firedragon. She was in an epic battle with the accursed Blackcharr, which in draconic meant 'the black scourge'. Not only did it describe the color, but also what was in his heart and soul. Black. The battle raged on. Swords clashed, fire licked the scales of the two mystics. Firedragon was down, soon to be slain, when the medallion
around her neck began to glow. Blackcharr raised a poisonous claw in the air, ready to make the final blow, when Firedragon dissolved
into thin air. Firedragon, spirit form sailed into Kayleen's medallion.
Kayleen was then part-dragon. However, she was cursed forever. The darkness that was in Firedragon overwhelmed her, and she went to go be with Gravelyn, and soon marched up the ranks to being 2nd in power. However, the minute she took off the medallion (the cord broke) she realized what she had done. Thoughts raced through her mind. "What happened to my friends?" "What have I done?" "Why did I do it?" She ran. ran far, far away. She finally reached the town she has sword never to return to: Battle On.
Eventually, her old friend, (The others had either been killed in battle or moved away) Winnie, taught her to be good again. Winnie became her mentor. Finally, when Winnie thought it had all vanished into Kayleen's ever growing memory, back at that tree in battleon, it all came back.
Winnie's backstory
Ever since she was little, she had wanted to be a paladin. She looked up to her hero, Artix. She drew pictures of him in her notebook, written fictions about him saving the world from all-out evil without help, and every other thing you could possibly imagine. When she was 12, she started paladin training. Most trainers were usually 13, but she was sick of Coppa ruining her fun. She graduated paladin school with the rest of the class, And was a natural healer in all aspects. But she mostly liked to hang out in graveyards with Kayleen. One day, at a shop in Battle On, Kayleen vanished. She worried about her but the memory faded. Every once and awhile, she'd think of her and wonder: "Where is she?" But that was not often. She passed the item with her new friends, and her ever-growing collection of AE plushies. She had treated the Warlic plushie carefully the whole time, as a repersentation of Kayleen. She had met warlic several times, and found several things by the tree in battleon she had placed in his plush-slef's hands. There were little pieces of paper, (Later she bound them and make a mini-spellbook) and a small red gem, which she later gave to kayleen. One day, Kayleen returned. She was scarred, and her eyes were aflame with Fury and Anger. She taught Kayleen the values of good, while using the book in yulgars shop: "Grave's Fairy Tales, " that is clear proof that good always wins. She became kayleen's mentor, and the world of Lore was peaceful once again. Until that day....
~Enraged~
Lol, I guess that means I partially contributed to this post, seeing that I fixed some stuff.
~Stalked~
What exactly DID you do??
~Comment~
I copied this from Kayleen's application up till teh end of the second paragraph.
~Comment end~
Kayleen's Backstory
Kayleen and a few of her friends went shopping at
a traveling trinket shop. While Kayleen's friends were searching for the fabled
Warlic plushie, Kayleen wandered over to a case filled with medallions. One
of the medallions stood out from the rest. It was bronze and had dragons on both sides.
On the front there was a common looking dragon that seemed to be more powerful
than it looked. On the other side, there was an asian dragon. When Kayleen touched it,
an electric feeling shot up her hand. When she purchased it, the shop keeper gave her
a strange warning. "This medallion has two halfs. When they are connected, the two owners
become one." Kayleen gave the shopkeeper an odd look and left.
Later that night, far away , the 'other half' of the medallion, was owned by the dragon
lord of fire, Firedragon. She was in an epic battle with the accursed Blackcharr, which in draconic meant 'the black scourge'. Not only did it describe the color, but also what was in his heart and soul. Black. The battle raged on. Swords clashed, fire licked the scales of the two mystics. Firedragon was down, soon to be slain, when the medallion
around her neck began to glow. Blackcharr raised a poisonous claw in the air, ready to make the final blow, when Firedragon dissolved
into thin air. Firedragon, spirit form sailed into Kayleen's medallion.
Kayleen was then part-dragon. However, she was cursed forever. The darkness that was in Firedragon overwhelmed her, and she went to go be with Gravelyn, and soon marched up the ranks to being 2nd in power. However, the minute she took off the medallion (the cord broke) she realized what she had done. Thoughts raced through her mind. "What happened to my friends?" "What have I done?" "Why did I do it?" She ran. ran far, far away. She finally reached the town she has sword never to return to: Battle On.
Eventually, her old friend, (The others had either been killed in battle or moved away) Winnie, taught her to be good again. Winnie became her mentor. Finally, when Winnie thought it had all vanished into Kayleen's ever growing memory, back at that tree in battleon, it all came back.
Winnie's backstory
Ever since she was little, she had wanted to be a paladin. She looked up to her hero, Artix. She drew pictures of him in her notebook, written fictions about him saving the world from all-out evil without help, and every other thing you could possibly imagine. When she was 12, she started paladin training. Most trainers were usually 13, but she was sick of Coppa ruining her fun. She graduated paladin school with the rest of the class, And was a natural healer in all aspects. But she mostly liked to hang out in graveyards with Kayleen. One day, at a shop in Battle On, Kayleen vanished. She worried about her but the memory faded. Every once and awhile, she'd think of her and wonder: "Where is she?" But that was not often. She passed the item with her new friends, and her ever-growing collection of AE plushies. She had treated the Warlic plushie carefully the whole time, as a repersentation of Kayleen. She had met warlic several times, and found several things by the tree in battleon she had placed in his plush-slef's hands. There were little pieces of paper, (Later she bound them and make a mini-spellbook) and a small red gem, which she later gave to kayleen. One day, Kayleen returned. She was scarred, and her eyes were aflame with Fury and Anger. She taught Kayleen the values of good, while using the book in yulgars shop: "Grave's Fairy Tales, " that is clear proof that good always wins. She became kayleen's mentor, and the world of Lore was peaceful once again. Until that day....
~Enraged~
Lol, I guess that means I partially contributed to this post, seeing that I fixed some stuff.
~Stalked~
What exactly DID you do??
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Re: The Merry Maids of Pwnzor--A Valkyrie's Tale
by Juliana on Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:41 pm
((Out-of-Character: I really, really hope nobody minds my advancing the plot in this manner.))
Juliana had spoken little for some time now, retreating somewhat into herself in order to reflect. She knew plenty about the darker side of life, of course. She had witnessed dozens of wars, several unlikely disasters, and a number of truly bizarre incidents--the last category being one into which she unreservedly placed the events that had taken place on and since Nammie's birthday. Juliana had not attended the party; she loved her work, much as she might pretend to gripe about it, and parties generally brought out the worst in her. Even the promise of cake had not been enough to draw her here. She had preferred to draw the tale gently from the distraught guests as she had worked to save Winnie. Knowing her friends as well as she did, Juliana could form a clear picture of events in her head.
In contrast to the boisterous and vaguely horrifying spectacle of the party as Juliana half-imagined, half-remembered it (having attended other parties involving the same people and seen the wreckage left over from this one), the mood surrounding Yulgar's inn was distinctly subdued tonight, as befit the evening after a funeral. The healer sighed and dismally raised her tankard of fresh grape juice to the light, inspecting the way the juice looked through the oddly translucent sides of the mug. As it should be, her drink was solidly purple enough to be nearly black, with faint traces of purple foam on the top to show that it had been aerated when poured. She lowered it back to head height and took a sip. It was hard to taste the sweetness of the fruit through the bitter taste of grief and futility that tinged everything she ate or drank with a flavor not unlike that of horseradish. Tankard and table were reintroduced with a melancholy thud. There was little point in trying to force that down now. Even the sweetest grape juice could not overcome grief and guilt.
Lost in her thoughts as she was, Juliana barely noticed someone sitting down beside her, even though that someone did so with plenty of clanging and scraping of plate armor. That someone had to call her name several times in order to get her attention. "Juliana... Juliana... JULIANA!"
"Hmm?" she mumbled at last as the voice filtered through at last. "Oh, hello, Artix," she added as the visitor's identity registered. Looking at her friend properly now, Juliana noticed that he looked worried--no, sad and resigned would be more accurate, she decided. The axe he normally carried, the axe that had at one time in its long and somewhat bloody history been Juliana's, was nowhere to be seen. Artix carried a dagger instead, not at all his usual style. There were many arts and virtues that the Paladin Order was known for; subtlety and the similar things that a small silver dagger would indicate were decidedly not among them. Compounding the strangeness was the style of the dagger. It was not a design that Juliana recognized, and she had been exposed in one way or another to nearly all of the weapons that had been common at any time in the past few millennia. "That's a new weapon," she noted, indicating the dagger. "What happened to your axe?"
"Nothing, it's in my bag, but an axe is a two-handed weapon. They're a little inconvenient to carry if you want to bring something that is not that axe to someone's attention. You will want to know about this dagger, actually. Kayleen gave it to me, about ten minutes ago."
"Kayleen gave it to you?" asked Juliana in astonishment. "But she doesn't carry daggers! And what did she think you would do with it?"
"Well... she gave it to me after making a speech about why she wanted me to have it..."
This was strange. Artix wasn't usually so reluctant to say something straight out. As a matter of fact, some people thought he liked saying things straight out a little too much.
"Please, just say it. I like plowing head-on into giant undead armies as much as you do, remember?" This was Juliana's attempt at an unsubtle hint that she liked things to be said bluntly. Life made more sense when people charged head-on rather than dancing around a topic.
"All right. Kayleen is going back to the dark. She is not interested in being dissuaded, she is not happy with our delicacy over the subject of Winnie's death, a bizarre twist of fate has made her do this for honorable reasons, and she told me to stab her with this dagger if I catch her trying to hurt one of her friends. I don't know what is special about it, only that she made it clear that she thought that there was something different to it."
"Have you told anyone else?" asked Juliana practically. She would wait until later to break down in tears over Kayleen's betrayal. It never crossed the healer's mind to try and stop her friend; the half-dragon was stubborn and powerful both and when she was enraged there was no use trying to reason with her.
"Not yet. I was planning to try and find everyone..."
"You've found them. Everyone with a stake in the matter, other than Kayleen herself, is here, and there are almost no outsiders around. I would personally recommend jumping on the table and yelling it for the entire inn to hear... Though, of course," she added pensively, "that might be hard to do in that style of armor."
"All right." Artix stood up. Faces with gloomy expressions turned to look at him. "Friends," he called loudly, "Kayleen has turned back to the dark." Ignoring the ripples of shock and horror that greeted this latest tragedy, the paladin leader went on. "Her motives, at least, were honorable, though her actions were not. There is no telling what she will do now. It is quite probable that she is headed back to whatever dark place she escaped from when Winnie took her on as an apprentice. That is all."
In another part of the inn... ((To Be Continued...))
Juliana had spoken little for some time now, retreating somewhat into herself in order to reflect. She knew plenty about the darker side of life, of course. She had witnessed dozens of wars, several unlikely disasters, and a number of truly bizarre incidents--the last category being one into which she unreservedly placed the events that had taken place on and since Nammie's birthday. Juliana had not attended the party; she loved her work, much as she might pretend to gripe about it, and parties generally brought out the worst in her. Even the promise of cake had not been enough to draw her here. She had preferred to draw the tale gently from the distraught guests as she had worked to save Winnie. Knowing her friends as well as she did, Juliana could form a clear picture of events in her head.
In contrast to the boisterous and vaguely horrifying spectacle of the party as Juliana half-imagined, half-remembered it (having attended other parties involving the same people and seen the wreckage left over from this one), the mood surrounding Yulgar's inn was distinctly subdued tonight, as befit the evening after a funeral. The healer sighed and dismally raised her tankard of fresh grape juice to the light, inspecting the way the juice looked through the oddly translucent sides of the mug. As it should be, her drink was solidly purple enough to be nearly black, with faint traces of purple foam on the top to show that it had been aerated when poured. She lowered it back to head height and took a sip. It was hard to taste the sweetness of the fruit through the bitter taste of grief and futility that tinged everything she ate or drank with a flavor not unlike that of horseradish. Tankard and table were reintroduced with a melancholy thud. There was little point in trying to force that down now. Even the sweetest grape juice could not overcome grief and guilt.
Lost in her thoughts as she was, Juliana barely noticed someone sitting down beside her, even though that someone did so with plenty of clanging and scraping of plate armor. That someone had to call her name several times in order to get her attention. "Juliana... Juliana... JULIANA!"
"Hmm?" she mumbled at last as the voice filtered through at last. "Oh, hello, Artix," she added as the visitor's identity registered. Looking at her friend properly now, Juliana noticed that he looked worried--no, sad and resigned would be more accurate, she decided. The axe he normally carried, the axe that had at one time in its long and somewhat bloody history been Juliana's, was nowhere to be seen. Artix carried a dagger instead, not at all his usual style. There were many arts and virtues that the Paladin Order was known for; subtlety and the similar things that a small silver dagger would indicate were decidedly not among them. Compounding the strangeness was the style of the dagger. It was not a design that Juliana recognized, and she had been exposed in one way or another to nearly all of the weapons that had been common at any time in the past few millennia. "That's a new weapon," she noted, indicating the dagger. "What happened to your axe?"
"Nothing, it's in my bag, but an axe is a two-handed weapon. They're a little inconvenient to carry if you want to bring something that is not that axe to someone's attention. You will want to know about this dagger, actually. Kayleen gave it to me, about ten minutes ago."
"Kayleen gave it to you?" asked Juliana in astonishment. "But she doesn't carry daggers! And what did she think you would do with it?"
"Well... she gave it to me after making a speech about why she wanted me to have it..."
This was strange. Artix wasn't usually so reluctant to say something straight out. As a matter of fact, some people thought he liked saying things straight out a little too much.
"Please, just say it. I like plowing head-on into giant undead armies as much as you do, remember?" This was Juliana's attempt at an unsubtle hint that she liked things to be said bluntly. Life made more sense when people charged head-on rather than dancing around a topic.
"All right. Kayleen is going back to the dark. She is not interested in being dissuaded, she is not happy with our delicacy over the subject of Winnie's death, a bizarre twist of fate has made her do this for honorable reasons, and she told me to stab her with this dagger if I catch her trying to hurt one of her friends. I don't know what is special about it, only that she made it clear that she thought that there was something different to it."
"Have you told anyone else?" asked Juliana practically. She would wait until later to break down in tears over Kayleen's betrayal. It never crossed the healer's mind to try and stop her friend; the half-dragon was stubborn and powerful both and when she was enraged there was no use trying to reason with her.
"Not yet. I was planning to try and find everyone..."
"You've found them. Everyone with a stake in the matter, other than Kayleen herself, is here, and there are almost no outsiders around. I would personally recommend jumping on the table and yelling it for the entire inn to hear... Though, of course," she added pensively, "that might be hard to do in that style of armor."
"All right." Artix stood up. Faces with gloomy expressions turned to look at him. "Friends," he called loudly, "Kayleen has turned back to the dark." Ignoring the ripples of shock and horror that greeted this latest tragedy, the paladin leader went on. "Her motives, at least, were honorable, though her actions were not. There is no telling what she will do now. It is quite probable that she is headed back to whatever dark place she escaped from when Winnie took her on as an apprentice. That is all."
In another part of the inn... ((To Be Continued...))
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