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Post by Wulfgar on May 11, 2003 18:57:15 GMT -5
1.0.24 And the bad ideas just keep on coming…<br> “My sister’s youngest used to behave this way, until he turned three…” said Wulfgar, more to himself than anyone else. He placed his foot solidly in the middle of the youth’s back and pressed down. The effect was not so much to injure, or even restrain the strange man, but rather to keep him from raising his head off the floor enough to gain the leverage needed to cause serious injury.
“You’ll tire of this soon enough!” he called to the screaming, writhing figure under his boot. “We’ve been through Orcs, dragons, murky, vision-inducing swamp water and mysterious gypsies. You obviously don't UNDERSTAND how little I’m in the mood for this.” Wulfgar added emphasis to the word 'understand' by grinding his boot all the harder into the man's back.
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Post by DungeonMaster on May 12, 2003 21:17:54 GMT -5
1.0.25
The youth continues to writhe under the pressure of Wulfgar's boot, flailing his arms and kicking his legs in a desperate struggle to get free....all the while, staring with tear-filled eyes through the open door and into the darkness beyond.
Just then you notice the stranger in the doorway. Covered in black water and aparently assessing the situation...
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Post by Wulfgar on May 12, 2003 22:46:36 GMT -5
1.0.26
With speed that bellied both the size of the blade, and the size of the hand that grasped it, Wulfgar’s sword flashed out of its scabbard and arced through the air, to stop unwaveringly and inexorably pointed at the figure in the doorway. More metal than most men could hoist with their whole bodies, he held poised to strike with practiced ease. Wulfgar leaned harder upon the youth, feeling the bones just begin to separate in the young man’s back. It was not quite enough to hurt, much, but enough to make certain he didn’t wriggle free.
“Hands” growled the large man angrily, “where they can be seen.” Wulfgar cast a glance toward his Elf companion, Aerinin. “Get his weapons,” he barked in a slightly less guttural tone.
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Post by SnakeEye on May 13, 2003 1:00:53 GMT -5
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"Touchy", thought Vassus to himself. "But quick". Raising his hands, palms forward bent at the elbow, the ' Snake's Eye' complied with the piggish man holding the polished steel. Rolling his eyes and slightly grinning beneath his cowl, Snake Eye dared to speak."I plea good sir, do not harm this weary traveler. I have been lost in this swamp for the better part of a week, and merely sought the light this small hut provided for shelter on this fine, warm, and increasingly dangerous night. I am however curious as to what that gangly creature did to you to deserve such unpleasant treatment."Heaving the most exasperated sigh he could, Snake Eye shrugged his bow from his shoulder and relinquished his spears."Oh, and don't forget the boot dagger", he reminded his newly acquainted inquisitors while holding out his foot, toe pointing at the floor, as though he were being sized at the cobbler," that's always a fatal mistake".
I let them take my weapons and wait for an answer from the man who is apparently in charge.
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Post by Aeranin on May 13, 2003 10:23:44 GMT -5
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Accepting the stranger's weapons, Aeranin was bewildered to say the least. The brash lummox, Wulfgar, had his boot in the middle of the seemingly enchanted stranger's back who until recently had been struggling to free himself. Now, there were other matters to attend to. No longer were they the only visitors to this dismal dwelling. At first, Aeranin thought, "Surely, we should have noticed him climb up. Twould seem there are fell magics at work here". But, as quickly has he considered this, Aeranin dismissed it. With all of the lantern tossing and the stranger struggling, there was more than enough distraction to have concealed the wanderer's approach. Unlike the hot-headed fighter, Aeranin didn't forget his manners at meals or in meetings. Turning to face the newcomer fully, Aeranin said, "I am Aeranin Cas'emar, and these are my friends. Like you, we have been traveling through these swamps in search of a city or rather a location: Marais d' Tarascon. We hail from different lands and only the chains of chance and fate have encircled our course and bind us to one purpose. That purpose is to find and extinguish the source of evil in Marais d' Tarascon. The brute is Wulfgar. The fair elven priestess is Neeola. The quiet, more thoughtful human is Forland. Only recently did we come upon this hut ourselves. We haven't yet been able to withdraw any real cousel from our friend on the floor. But, we found him here. Of course, my friend brandishing his poker lacks any finesse when dealing with anyone that can speak and walk upright, but he means well. Would that we might know your name and from whenst you hail friend?"
I am going to take the stranger's weapons and try to gleen his name and any other information I can get from him.
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Post by Wulfgar on May 18, 2003 12:39:05 GMT -5
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For several long heartbeats Wulfgar studied the stranger, suddenly in their presence. “This poor creature, as far as I am aware, did little or nothing to deserve this. My boot on his back is for his own protection as much as it is ours.” Slowly he lowered his sword so it was pointed at the floorboards between them. “If you had meant to attack us you had plenty of opportunity already. You are as welcome to the shelter here as do we, I suppose. Since we didn’t exactly ask, that’s not saying very much.”<br> He turned his attention back to the wriggling figure under his foot. “This wretched thing was here in the floor of this shack, apparently in a trance which superceded even his need for food, judging from his gaunt condition, and the amount of food within easy reach. The state you see him in now is the result of my attempts to extract some kind of reaction from him. All it took was one of these many lanterns being tossed into the darkness. Certainly you saw it sail out of the doorway on your approach…”<br> Clearly relaxed, Wulfgar said to Aeranin, “Please return his weapons to him. If he’d wanted to use them against us, he’s had plenty of opportunity.”<br> “Help yourself to the food,” Wulfgar said to the stranger, indicating the boxes around the room. “We did.”
My next idea is going to be to club this guy on the back of the head, if for nothing else, to shut him up. If someone should come up with a better idea, please speak up.
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Post by Snake Eye on May 21, 2003 13:00:18 GMT -5
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Taking his weapons back and methodically putting them back in their place, Snake Eye took in the visage of the people sharing the room with him. Three humans and two elves.
Interesting bunch.
"I hail by the name Snake Eye." Changing to the Elven tongue, Sake Eye turned his face to the elf with his weapons, "Cas'emar? A House I've only met two members of ".Taking in the full view of the room, Snake Eye strolled over to a basket and helped himself to an apple, which he placed in his pouch.Speaking once again in Common,"I too am traveling to Marais d'Tarascon. My mentor and I agreed to meet there if we became separated for too long. Seeing as you are obviously 'kind' folk, perhaps we could all benefit from a larger traveling party".
I'll just watch the clubbing proceed if nobody stops him. Pain builds character, after all.
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Post by Aeranin on May 28, 2003 12:12:03 GMT -5
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"It would seem our guest's words ring with truth", said Aeranin. "Perhaps it would be wise to increase our numbers as we travel through this bog. Of course, our reasons my be a bit different than your own. We seek the wicked city in search of an evil that must be extinguished. I only hope that fell magics don't befall your master before you arrive." Turning to the his traveling companions, Aeranin opened his arms expressively and bowed, "What say you to Snake Eyes request?"
Normally, I wouldn't be so unsympathetic to a to a complete stranger, however this once, I'm going to let Wulfgar quiet our eerie proprietor so that we can further relations with our new acquaintance, Snake Eyes.
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Post by Wulfgar on May 28, 2003 13:00:23 GMT -5
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“What was that?” Wulfgar asked Aerinin. He had a hard time hearing over the muffled cries of the man under his boot, combined with the constant thudding of flailing limbs against the floor of the house.
‘Only one thing to do about it,’ he thought to himself.
Wulfgar spun his bastard sword around in his hand. In the same motion as he removed his foot from the pitiful creature’s back, he brought the pommel of the sword forecefuly down on the back of his head, were the top of the neck met with the skull.
There was a sense of relief in the silence that filled the hut. “If you were asking about Snake Eye joining our party, then I feel I should agree. Strength in numbers and all that.”<br> He turned his attention back to the figure laying prone on the floor. He prodded the side with the toe of his boot, trying to assess the man’s state.
“Only been here a few minutes and already I’m tired of this place,” he said thoughtfully. “Let’s get some rest, some provisions and move on to our goal as soon as there’s light enough to travel.”<br>
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