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Post by Frodo on Jun 18, 2007 15:53:10 GMT -5
I had half a page and my sister, in her rage turned off the computer so I just had to boot her and now (I'm afraid) I'm locked in a cage.
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Post by Locked Out on Jun 26, 2007 22:06:46 GMT -5
OOC: Oh man... LOL Poor Madzid. I'd post, but I honestly have no idea what to do next, and we really do need you to post first, Madhatter.
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Post by Frodo on Jun 30, 2007 14:50:17 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, I'm still frustrated that I lost all that work, and I still don't exactly understand what is going on, but since I won't exactly get the computer here for the next 3 weeks....I guess I'd better do something.
By the way, it's 2 d's, Jo. MaddHatter.
IC: I laughed as Jaid nearly slipped off the sliepners. Slippery sliepners, I said to myself. It made me laugh. Jaid kept glaring at me as the elf tightened Jaid's saddle, but the sunlight and fresh air was making me giddy. It didn't really feel...real. Like it was all superimposed. This is magic, I realized. This is coarse, raw magic, and you're soaking it in like a sponge!
That was when Gwyddion mounted his sliepner, winked at me, and set off.
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Post by Frodo on Jun 30, 2007 14:57:25 GMT -5
OOC: we forgot about this post. So I'm using it, alright? Jaide and I walked down the corridors, our sneakers echoing with light taps through the marble halls. We checked our suite and the library - here, Jaide whistled - but there was no sign of her. The silence was eerie, and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising. "This is creeping me out," he whispered as I closed a door with an overly-loud clunk. "me too," I said. We went down hall after hall, going faster as a sense of urgency rose in us. I at least expected to see one elf, a servant, or another guest, something, anything - - we passed by a long, low window, and I gasped and choked. Upon the emerald lawns and gardens of the palace, thousands of elfin sentrys stood, silver glaives barring every doorway. We looked at each other, afraid of what to think. "Let's go back," Jaide muttered, plucking at my sleeve. I said nothing, just nodded my head numbly. I hope Okami is alright... I thought to myself.
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Post by Frodo on Jun 30, 2007 16:08:37 GMT -5
"Huzzah!" I cried, and dug my heels in. The beast surged forward and lifted off with an unearthly bugle. "You're pure magic too!" I said in his ear. The beast bugled again, and set his ears forward, as though laughing. "If you're okay with this, then I think I'll try something," I went on. "How does some shape-shifting sound?"
I realize now, much later after the fact, that this was a very foolish thing to do.
I let go of the reins, trusting the beast, and placed my hands on his temples. "Kiri!" Jaid yelled. A gust of wind from his wings nearly tilted me sideways. "What're ye doin'?" "Just watch!" I yelled back. I saw him shake his head, and I caught my Uncle's unreadable eye as I turned back to my task. Concentrating again, I put all my power in a tight little ball. It was orange, like fire - like wild electricity. I let it flow along my arms and my fingers. The veins under my skin showed neon blue. "Kiri!" Jaid yelled, exasperated and scared at the same time. The power shot out, and there was a crackling expolosion. And I was falling.
Down,
Down,
Down....
the air was disappearing from my lungs... funny, that...
and BOOM.
I landed on something, something hard, which zinged away, and up. Jaid swam into focus. A very confused and frightened Jaid, I might add. "What happened?" I asked. I could hear Gwyddion laughing hysterically and Gator trilling inquisitively. It was only then that I got a good look at my mount. The same purple-ish sliepner skin, but rough, almost sandy. I looked on either side of me, and found wings that appeared to me made of stone, but was flexing like feathers. Paws reached out and gropped the air, pulling itself along. And then an owlish beak turned to glance at me. I shot my fist into the air. "Excellent!"
It was exactly as I envisioned - a gargoyle. The creature let loose a raspy chirp, and I hugged his neck.
I only then bothered to look down...and saw the entire elfin army on the march. I still didn't understand, but it obviously didn't look good. "Caregu," I said to my Gargoyle, "how fast can you fly?"
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Post by Frodo on Jul 1, 2007 17:00:50 GMT -5
OOC: 'Caregu' - is welsh. Verb: to turn to stone. "Care-ah-goo"
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Jul 2, 2007 20:47:11 GMT -5
OOC) AUGH! Sleipners don't have wings! They're eight-legged horses with sharp teeth! grrrr.
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Post by Frodo on Jul 3, 2007 13:26:20 GMT -5
OOC: Like I said before - I didn't know what was going on, and I could have sworn Jo mentioned something about wings and flying and whatnot. *shrugs* I can change it if you like. But it'll take a while.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Jul 5, 2007 23:19:13 GMT -5
fixing would be nice, please? I'm willing to wait if it comes out right!
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Post by Locked Out on Aug 20, 2007 21:53:31 GMT -5
OOC: If the shape-shifting scenario I'm positive I just read went on, what's wrong with the wings? It's not the sleipnner's (spelling?) original form- it's just the shape-shift. LOL Jaid's seething, by the way, Madzid.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Sept 20, 2007 12:21:31 GMT -5
Nope, it had wings before she shifted him.
I'm ready to move on with the story now!
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Mar 2, 2008 22:52:17 GMT -5
OOC: *knock?*
Ok, we'll sort things out later... let's just get the story to move, or else we'll never get anywhere...
IC: Kiri's sleipner leapt into the air as she placed her hands on its temples. Swirling black and violet magic spread from her fingertips and wove around the beast and rider and carried them up in the air... impressive to say the least, but unintentionally showy. We would have to train her well in our journey to help her concentrate her magic for potency and secrecy. Unfinished phrases and half-spells sparkled from her fingers, only seeable by magic users. The key part of the spell, though, shone bright and solid, the creatures new name which would shape it's loyalties and sense of purpose. They all tied back sharply to Kiri, so now she had a fearless mount completely loyal to her, one that matched her confident and reckless nature. As the magic released them they fell until the creature figured out its new wings and caught some air. Rising into the sky it circled around as Kiri spoke to it. I whistled at its strong resemblance to the Black Man's mount. Both were stoney in type, but his was linked to fire, and it looked to me that hers was linked to electricity. Kiri's was smaller and looked more agile... quicker too. Hers also resembled more of a gothic bird-type gargoyle, while his resembled more of a broken stone balrog... actually, Tolkein came up with that monster after glimpsing the Black Man's steed in his accidental visit to this otherworld. She had successfully renamed her beast... sadly I'd have to pay for ownership of it now instead of just renting it, but it was probably for the best. I launched myself up and flew towards her, Loorga close behind me. We circled around Kiri and I called, "Well done, but flashy." I looked towards the army Kiri gazed at, "They're going to get in our way. If we get stuck behind them then we can basically forget about even going! Those Elves are more trouble than we're worth!" I swooped down low and called to Master, "We need to head out! Do we have everything? Those pesky Elves didn't listen." "I'm ready!" Rain unexpectedly piped up, "Go away, don't touch that!" she bossed the Elves who were fiddling with the last preparatory details. "All right young ones, let's head off!" Master clicked his tongue and snapped the reigns of the Sleipners pulling the tinker's wagon. The three Sleipners tied to the back of the cart perked their ears and eagerly trotted forward. The mounts of Rain and Jaid snorted and ran, testing the nerves of their riders and seeing what they could get away with. "Race you there!" Kiri cried and Loorga took off after her. I chuckled, "The Black Man is going to have his hands full when we get there."
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Post by Locked Out on Apr 10, 2008 19:12:28 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry, but you've got a few typos that are going to bug the **** out of me if I don't say something. The worst being "only seeable by magic users." Things are not "seeable," and though they may be "see-able" they are better termed "visible." Also, it should be "to" and not "by," no matter which term you're using. "Creatures" should be "creature's." "Stoney" should be "stone-y" or "stony." Sorry to be such a nit-pick.
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Post by Locked Out on Apr 11, 2008 11:16:14 GMT -5
She made th’ beastie fly. No’ race, no’ canter- fly. It weren’t th’ flyin’ tha’ bothered me. ‘Twas th’ thought o’ flyin’ with arrow-bearin’ elves below. Th’ trip was lookin’ less appealing by th’ minute. An’ if things dinna start makin’ sense soon, I’d forget all me- my careful speech. I was more nervous than a deer in a wolf pack. And my mount knew it.
Too busy fidgetin’ to get a proper hold on ‘im, I near flew myself when th’ beastie trumpeted and reared up afore takin’ off. Gaspin’, I wrapped me arms round ‘is neck, heedless o’ th’ reins—‘twouldn’t work anyways. Kiri let out a delighted war-cry, “Race you there!” A shape barreled by. I latched onta th’ sleipner all th’ firmer an’ glared after th’ griffin shaped blot ahead. He an’ th’ lass were well off th’ ground now. Lookin’ back to th’ others I was torn betwixt exasperation an’ laughter. Sir, complacent as ever, trundled th’ wagon behind me, Llatahtsi flicked at th’- the sleipners with lazy sweeps of her tail, and Rain… was chasing after her beastie, red-faced and clumsy. Beastie, I was sure, enjoyed th’ sport. ‘Twould circle around her afore dashing past me, then repeat, as if to say the librarian wasn’t worth real effort. Yet for all the curses Blue-hair spat at him the creature wouldna truly leave her behind. I turned my focus front-ways again.
Only to realize Kiri and Loorga weren’t the only pilots. My “horse” wasna- wasn’t precisely airborne, but ‘twasn’t earthbound either. ‘Twas almost like a skippin’ stone. Wide-eyed, I forgot my earlier frustrations to watch the ground flow by. My grip loosened and the silly thing bucked. A challenge, then! Huggin’ to him, I dug my heels in hard. He sped up further, as if magicked, threading thro’ a blurred group of what I took to be elven scouts, jouncing me side-to-side. The jolts held a sort of rhythm I’d ignored while panicking but put to use now, swaying with the motions. We overtook Loorga’s shadow and I spared a glance skywards, imitating an American western I’d seen once, “Yeeeee haaaaaww!”
The lass’s gothic creature swooped some hundred yards forwards, wings dipping tauntingly before they climbed back up. I grinned—we wouldna catch Kiri, we were barely surpassing Loorga—but we could make a go of it. Reins slapping my thighs, wind slapping my face, I laughed. My mount echoed, a nickering sound that shivered the air an’ my spine. We were slithering slap-dash through something out of lore and I was nine years old again, adventurer, believer in everything impossible.
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