|
|
|
|
Author |
Topic: The Shattered Sky (Read 1200 times) |
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
Naraku sits down close to the fire, and pulls out his journal:
We done it agin fot and killd more bad guys dis time we went deep in enemy ter(words scratched out)land we fought ningas an other stuf a a a gorgon minatr a fire guy me got knocked out ther me wantd to fight a dragon but dey no wanna den we got attacked by a lot of big bugs elf an halflink fall der morgan ran me helped elf den finished of the bugs me left elf to help halflink den halflink got mad fuee den dragon gave us a ride DAT WAS FUN den me told em me would tell KING but elf did it me got mad but morgan told me member DRO so me stop to tell her den me told momy an dady dey were so proud momy say me gonna be king sumday KING NARAKU sound ok but me happy workin for KING now now elf an drow always fightn halflink say last time we here dat he saw dem doin it him should just learn to love drow him might be happy if elf dont invite drow to come me will do it just to have me some fun an she a great fighter he he he
Naraku closes his journal and watches Mtor an Elvira fight. He smiles to himself as he watches the show. Then leans back against a tree and closes his eyes picturing his nymph Dro Seriso. And smiles wide.
|
|
 I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
Erik_the_Celt
Extreme Poster
Last On: 11/03/06
View Profile
Message Player
Canada
Posts: 502
|
Morgan carefully wrapped his armour and placed it beside his pack. He wiped the blade of his new sword and admired the sheen from the fire. Staring into the glowing embers, he began thinking about the how to approach Mtor. What should he do with the elf. He was still annoyed at the callous way Mtor had stolen Naracku's happiness at the camp of King Hagor and yet he owed much to Mtor, his Captain and friend.
He spat into the fire, watching the spittle curl and steam away. He wished the problem of Mtor and Elvira would steam away as easily. How could he explain to Mtor that accepting a full blooded Drow was not much harder than accepting a quarter blood Drow. Those words he would never be able to say to his Captain, he was the victum of the Drow and had lived all his life in hatred of them. Had he truly used Elvira, could he really do that and live with himself. Morgan muttered to himself, "Helm guide me." He swung the sword at a log and knocked a large chunk into the fire.
Morgan stood and kicked some dirt into the fire, sheathed his sword and strode of the tavern. A bellyfull of wine might not solve his problem but at least it would slow the twisting thoughts in his head.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
anoikis
Extreme Poster
Last On: 01/13/08
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 373
|
and drank the final drops of grandpappy's sunshine. The firewater burned his throat pleasantly and he lamented that he had no more. There were two barrels of the elvish whiskey left on the Daebean- but that was far off in Cormyr now. The time back on his ship had been a homecoming to him. He just did not feel right for extended periods of time on land anymore. He must get back to his ship, he thought.
And what of his crew? He should have learned from his Father not to let a woman cause strife among those you care for the most. He had barely uttered a word to Morgan since the Elvira incident. He had just wanted Morgan's strength and, in a strange way, his chaperoning; when he went to speak with the Drowess.
Would the halfling really take to life at sea? And what of the big guy- could there really be a future between him and that nymph?
Shaking his head in a futile attempt to clear his thoughts he caught Elvira out of the corner of his eye. She was an odd one. As much as he pondered, Mtor could not understand her. Her culture was so foreign to him. Even she, now on the surface, was so violent and cunning. He had decided once and for all that there could be no true relationship between them. It was not just that she was a Drow- there was much more to it. Maybe he never understood the Drow culture. If she was an example then he could only imagine what interacting with the true children of Lloth would be like. He only knew them as the beasts that killed his family. He had had the pleasure of killing more than one of them in return, but Elvira was the first one he had really interacted with in a (somewhat) nonviolent manner.
Yes, he no longer hated her- he just did not care for her. He would be civil and treat her like any other comrade-in-arms that he has worked with over the years.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
Knowing he had no time to write in his journal yet, he ran over the events to try and remember for later.
We made it to the ruins, but we no saw de dragon. Hope we dont need to talk to im. We run into a whole lotta demons at the ruins. We also run into a big lion like creature with wings. Him call me half-breed, me no like him much. Me healed him once but me told him dat me no do it again if he keep callin me dat. Me no member much of some of de battles, it like watching tru annudder persons eyes, me thinks. But me survive an kill some big demons. OH WAIT, me forgot to get thier teeth, me do that on way to gate. Me hope we kill dis boss guy soon me wanna go see Dro. Me guess Mtor really upset Elvira. She no wanna go with us anymore. She asked a lot of questions before we left. She wanna know about Dro, she better not be planning on hurtin her. Me think we close now, me gotta be strong for Dro.
He looks around at the others. They seem concerned about the last battles and the coming battles. They were close. He looked at Mtor,
Oh yea me must member to write about Mtor's cloak, or sumptin. Suddenly der were a bunch of Mtors. ANd they started attacking. It was fun killin him acouple of times. Him still call me stupid and a halforc. Him should be glad me no hit him by mistake.
The thought made him smile. But the intense and serios attitude from the others soon robbed him of that little smile. He looked at his axe, it was covered in blood. Me no get a green glow, but maybe me just let it stay red. Me not know, me ask Dro she will know.
He sighs as he prepares to continue on to the next battle.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
Erik_the_Celt
Extreme Poster
Last On: 11/03/06
View Profile
Message Player
Canada
Posts: 502
|
Morgan could feel the armour tugging at him, pulling him away from the others, towards the stairs leading up to the elvin court. “It’s time,” he could hear Dale telling him, “It’s time to set me free.” His sword arm jerked upright, the blade slashing across his chest at an invisible enemy. Dear Helm, thought Morgan, can this be true. “A demon prince to return to hell in exchange for my freedom, he is the price, he is the key!” Dale’s voice echoed in Morgan’s ears.
“Hold Dale, I must rest. I must pray. I need new strength for this. I must have Helm’s blessing and the blessing of Tempus as well.”
“No Morgan, it must be now, he will get away and there will be no other chance to set me free.”
“It will not run from us Dale; it waits to capture us as an offering to Mammon, its master. We are gift that Mammon craves and the servant will be eager to please the master with a great gift. Mammon dreams of roasting us slowly and with great care, then offering us up to the cold and then the fire and then the cold in a never ending journey of pain. He will not flee, of that I am sure.”
“Then rest and pray quickly Morgan Vant, for my time is upon me and I will no tarry on this plane any longer. I am awaited in the Halls of the Heroes and there I will sing the praises of the great god Tempus and the crew of the Daebean. For this is a tale of great wonder, the gods were in need of humans to save them from the ravages of Hell and the crew of Daebean has sailed to the rescue of the gods. This is tale for eternity and the halls will ring with the tale of mighty deeds and great heroes.”
The voice in Morgan’s head went silent and the armour ceased tugging at his limbs. Morgan returned to the others and said, “We have a great battle ahead of us and I must pray to Helm and Tempus for strength and guidance. I am weary and we have one last great task ahead of us. Dale has called to me. This is the key to his freedom and we must all gather our strength for no other fight we have fought will mean as much as the battle that lies before us. Mtor, please prepare me a fire, for I have need of warmth and food. I must spend the night in vigil over this armour that I may be worthy of Helm’s grace and that we may free the soul of Dale from its binding.”
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
Naraku retires to his room for the night pondering the events of the evening. Totally confused he pulls out his journal and starts to write:
we smashed de bad guys but good dis time me thinks we got em all but me could be wrong me hopes we got em if we got em all me get to go see DRO again but me worried about sumpin though me chest hurt after we got back we got telyported me reelly like dat den me sneezed and out came FIRE me not know how dat happened maybe me shood go talk to MOMY an DADY before me go see DRO yea me think me go do dat first unless we not done wit de demons me find out in mornin aaahhhh DRO me ce you soon
He puts down his journal and grabs his axe the Orcslayer. He lays it down beside him in bad then blows out the candle. So he finally drifts off to sleep with his hand gripping his axe and a smile on his face.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
Erik_the_Celt
Extreme Poster
Last On: 11/03/06
View Profile
Message Player
Canada
Posts: 502
|
Morgan walked around the rear of the Crossroads Tavern and made his way slowly towards Maelstrom’s grove. The sun was beginning to rise and the birds were singing merrily in the trees. It was a good day to be alive and a good day to be in the grove. He thought back a year ago, to the time when the crew of Daebean had met with Mando and Mae in the grove. He thought about the hand of Helm that had brought them to this place, at this time, to be his weapons against Mammon and the evil that was brewing in Myth Drannor. He looked at the scattered shafts of light cutting through the early morning fog above the stream and the dance of the dust motes in the light. Souls rejoicing at a new found day, clear and beautiful and blessed by all the gods of Faerun.
He knelt by stream and lowered his pack to his side. He opened the flap and carefully began to pull out the scorched pieces of armour that he had hurriedly snatched from the temple roof in the Elvin court. He reached deep into the pack and pulled out the silver flask that was all he had left from Dale’s belongings when they had somehow escaped from Hell. He gave the flask a shake and grinned at the sound of the amber brew splashing inside. He opened the stopper and poured a few drops into the stream. “To you Sylvanus, for the blessing of Mae and the great green world.” He took a small sip himself and then reached into the pack again for a fine piece of linen. He moistened the linen from the stream and added a few more drops from the flask to cloth. “To you Tempus, for the fighting spirit of man and the soul of Dale Ironfist.” He began to wash the few pieces of armour in the stream with the linen cloth.
The sun continued to rise and filled the grove with a glorious light. The birds sang and fluttered about the stream. The lone grey wolf of the grove came down for a drink and inspected Morgan. The wolf looked him straight in the eye and barked a greeting. Morgan thought briefly of his mother and a grove and a wolf so very far away until the wolf crossed the stream and pushed his nuzzle into Morgan’s hand. Morgan scratched behind the wolf’s ear and pushed him off to the side. He picked up the armour again and continued his solitary task of cleaning.
He thought now of duty and service, the task that had been put to his hand by Helm and the most unlikely companions who had been gathered to fight Mammon and the demons. Kaft’zulic had fled from the fight and would be brewing more devilry in the depths of Myth Drannor. There were more battles ahead and perhaps Helm would grace Morgan again with his trust and use him for his great service and honour. Morgan raised the flask again and drained it, “To you, Helm, in all glory, for the saving of Dale and the protection of the people.” Morgan closed the flask and gently placed it into the pack. He wrapped the armour in dry linen and returned it to the pack as well.
Morgan stood and stretched by the stream, he listened carefully in hope that he might hear Maelstrom walking about although he knew that he would never hear the quiet woodland tread of the druid. He raised his arms to the sun and thanked Helm for the day and the grace to be of service. He picked up his pack and turned to return to the tavern, to Mtor, Naracku, Mando and the long journey back to Suzail and the deck of Daebean, and maybe, just maybe and sparring match with a temple guard and a night that was not full of talk.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
Naraku wakes up. He sits bolt upright in his bed.
"Me so silly! Mommy an daddy might still be here!"
He jumps out of bed and runs to the door, flings it open and runs into the hall only wearing his loincloth and carrying the family axe.
Just as he is about to knock on his parents door he realizes that he forgot to get dressed. He looks around to make sure nobody saw him, then runs back to his room to get dressed. After he put some clothes on he ran back to his parents room, still carrying the axe.
He bangs on the door for several minutes, waking up others as well. His father finnally opens the door with an axe in his hand, "WHAT THE HELLS IS ALL THE NOISE?!?" He recognizes the face of his son and lowers his axe and noting that Naraku was holding the Orcslayer. "WHat is so important that it couldn't wait son?"
Naraku rushes in looking around breathlessly. He sees his mom getting dressed, he blushes "ME sorry!" he then runs back into the hall. " Me gotta talk to ya both, sumpins happening to me. Me changin."
His parents look at each other,his dad lowers his head and shakes it. "So it's begun?" He looks to his wife, "Seems like that has been passed on." After both parents were fully dressed they invited Naraku in to talk. His father looked over to his wife and tilted his head toward Naraku (signalling that she should tell him).
"We are not sure how it got started my son, but om my side of the family the femals have always been bards. Every so often one of our ancesters gained strange abilities. What has been happening to you Nar?"
Naraku looks back and forth from his mom to his dad."Well, me start to hurt. First me skin feel like it on fire, Den me muskles,me feel stronger me carry more, den me chest. Last night me sneezed AND FIRE CAME OUT! Me thought me was gonna burn down de forest. Dat made me worry about what Dro would think. You know what is wrong wit me?"
His father said"There is nothing wrong with you son. You are becoming even more powerful than you could know." Naraku looked confused. His mother took over" It seems Naraku that some dragon blood had gotten into my families bloodline."
Naraku looked shocked, "me a dragon?"
Both parents shook thier heads, his mother continued"No you are not a dragon, but there is some dragon blood in you. We dont know how, but we know that you will not turn into a dragon. Most of the family never even got dragon breath, but they did get stronger. We dont know the full extent of the blood mix, but noone has ever turned into a dragon."
Narakus eyes widen, "Me gonna get even stronger? Me gonna kill lots of orcs den! An any other threat that comes up. WELL ALRIGHT!"
His father stands up and slaps him on the back,"Thats the spirit son! You've got the right idea." Naraku gets up and hugs both of his parents, "me loves you lots" he said. "Now me go to sleep."
After Naraku leaves the room his father looked over to his wif and asks"Why didnt you tell him about the wings?"
She looked at him nervously," They may never appear. They have only appeared once in my family."
He replied "yes and didnt they exile her for it? What happens if he does get the wings? We must be prepared. We must go talk to the king when we get back." She looked away, and started to cry."I know" was all she said. He walked over to her and hugged her"With all that Naraku has done for the tribe and the whole world, The king may let him stay and make use of that power"
Naraku got to his room and stops. "What me doing? Me forgot to tell Dro!" He goes running down the staires Still holding his axe, some people that were still up jumped at the way he went running by, some afraid that a battle was about to start. Naraku ran out the door and to the closest tree. He sits down underneath it and leans his head back and started talking" Hi Dro" He then relates the the events of the final battle. Some of the people in the tavern look outside only to shake thier heads apon seeing Naraku talking to the tree.
|
| « Last Edit: on: Mar 20, 2005, 5:48PM » |
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
comes running out from his grove,"Naraku whats wrong?" Naraku looks up as if startled awake. "Huh? nuttin wrong me jus talkin to Dro." Maelstrom looks around trying to find Dro,"Where is she ?". Naraku laughs, "oh she not here. she back at her lake. Me talk to her thru the trees." Naraku leans his head back aaginst the tree smiling. Maelstrom shakes his head a little,"who told you that Nar?"
"Morgan did" he answers. Maelstrom smiles again trying to figure out how to break it to the big hearted guy. "I'm afraid you may have misunderstood what he was trying to tell. It takes some skill to do that" He sees the look of dissapointment coming across Naraku's face. "Dont worry" he says "I have the skills to get a message thru to your little nymph". Naraku's face lights up, "WELL ALRIGHT!" he jumps up and follows Maelstrom back to his grove to send Dro a message.
Maelstrom chuckles alittle at Naraku's reaction.
Maelstrom thinks to himself that Naraku was just like a big child with a lot of power at his disposal. He just hoped that Naraku would be able to keep it all under control. He could feel something about this half-orc. There was more to him than met the eye.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
falls asleep in Maelstrom grove and dreams of his little nymph Dro Seriso. He knows for sure that Dro got his message, and he can almost sense her approval thru the tree he was leaning against. This feeling of her presence gave him such a feeling of contentment that he had never felt before.
He woke with the sunrise feeling so rested he wondered how come he never felt so rested before. He had breakfast with Maelstrom when a hawk's cry was heard just a short distance away. Maelstrom looked shock because it was a cry of pain. They both looked up as a hawk landed in front of them with a crossbow bolt in its wing and an amulet in its claws.
Maelstrom carefully removed the bolt and healed the bird. Afterwards he started talking to the hawk. Then he reached for the amulet, but the hawk backed away. He questioned the hawk and smiled. He looked up at Naraku "The amulet is for you Nar, it's from Dro".
Naraku's eyes lit up "From Dro?!? WELL ALRIGHT!!!". He reached for it as fast as he could but that scared the hawk. "Slowly Naraku, don't spook the hawk."
Naraku looked over to Maelstrom and nodded his head. He slowly reached for the amulet and this time the hawk let him have it.
Maelstrom tells him" That ammy will allow you to talk to Dro thru the trees or what ever plant life is handy by yourself Nar."
Naraku looks at the ammy in wonder for a minute, "I can talk to Dro now?" He just sat there looking at it,"wow me gotta try it." The hawk started talking to Maelstrom again. He told the bird that he would take care of it. Nar looked at them "Whats wrong?" he asked.
"Seems that there is someone is hunting close by this bolt is not an accident. I would not have thought that anyone would shoot at a bird heading towards my grove. Must be some strangers nearby."
Naraku's eyes filed with anger, "dey hunt near your grove,dey almost kept me from getting my ammy? dey gonna pay!" He got up grabbed the bolt and started running towards the inn. He was not wearing any armor just some clothes with the Orcslayer strapped across his back.
It wasn't hard to find the culprits. They were actively looking for the bird. They spotted Naraku coming from the grove, with a bolt in one hand and the ammy in the other. "Hey you stupid orc that ammy is mine I saw it first!"
As if Naraku wasnt mad enough as it was, these newcomers calling him an orc was enough to seal thier fate. Maelstrom was trying to catch up but Naraku's boots of speed had given him quite the headstart. The newcomers started to panic at the speed Naraku was moving. One raised his crossbow and fired barely missing Naraku. The other went for his sword. But before they could do anything else Naraku was apon them. "Dis yours?" he screams holding up the bolt. Before any answer could come out of his mouth Naraku punched him "HAVE IT BACK!" he yelled. The first mans face litterally exploded with blood, as he fell to the ground barely conscious. The second man finally got his sword out and stabbed at Naraku, it was a descent stike but not enough to do serious damage. It was however enough to cause Naraku to involuntarily breath fire into the air when he screamed. He turned on the second man with smoke still coming out of his mouth and nose," Now you done it" he said. He reached for his axe, "Now me gonna show you how the cut someone". But before he could strike he was enveloped by roots and weeds. Maelstrom yells "better run while you two still can, I WILL not hold him for long after your unwarranted attack on the hawk. ANd always remember he IS Natures Fury. SO next time you hunt for trophies think about who might come after you." Naraku was still stuggeling against the spell and succeding in freeing himself. At this the two newcomers decided to cut thier loses and run.
Maelsrom got up to Naraku just as he was freeing himself, he put his hand on Naraku's shoulder" Relax big guy, they have learned thier lesson". Naraku looked back and forth from Maelstrom and the two fleeing, He started to move in thier direction but Maelsrtom said"Dont you wanna try out your new ammy, and talk to Dro?" Naraku froze He looked down at his hand which still clutched the ammy, and completely forgot about the two fleeing men. "Of course me do, me do it right now!" And then he turned and started running back to Maelstroms grove at top speed. Maelstrom just watched him run, then again wondered what this man will be capable of. Then he thought he should make a great protector of nature, under the proper teacher.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
Erik_the_Celt
Extreme Poster
Last On: 11/03/06
View Profile
Message Player
Canada
Posts: 502
|
Morgan leaned over the starboard rail of the Sea Witch, watching the trailing wake. The final notes of “The Lament for a Fallen Hero”, were trailing away from ship as he and Mtor had thrown out the surviving plates from the Guardian Armor of the Dammed. As promised, a long time ago, Dale, the wandering gladiator from Amn was at home at last in the sea he had grown to love. Morgan had kept only one piece as a souvenir to place in the small shrine on board the Daebean that Mtor had planned. In a few days they would be in Suzail to rest and prepare for the next meeting with the forces of Mammon.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
as the two threw the armor into the sea. He did not understand why they were throwing it away. Must be some strange sailor custom he thought. He would never throw away useable armor. Although he did take some advice and not were his armor on the boat. Someone told him he would be dragged to the sea floor if he fell off wearing it. Although he couldnt understand the idea of a sea floor since he could see any buildings. But he did have his Orcslayer stapped to his back.
But he quickly forgot such things as he nervously paced the deck. All he could think about was that soon he would be with his beloved Dro. He sighs and asks"Are we der yet?"
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
Erik_the_Celt
Extreme Poster
Last On: 11/03/06
View Profile
Message Player
Canada
Posts: 502
|
Morgan chuckled softly watching Naracku pacing along the deck of the Sea Witch as their ship waited for its turn to approach the docks of Suzail. I wonder if he’ll dive in and try to swim to shore. It looks as though he’s ready to burst right out of his skin.
I wonder if Anthea will remember me or care that I return. Will Tymora smile on the servant of Helm?
|
| « Last Edit: on: Apr 9, 2005, 6:04PM » |
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
looked at the land as it drew closer. It was obvious that he was very eager to get on dry ground and start running to Dro. While he waited he started to sing,(OOC its rough but try this to AC/DC's Hells Bells)
"Through roaming monsters and demon hoards
we fought our way thru the pits of hell
with swords a flashin and spells a flyin
if you're in our way you're gonna die
we took no prisners and spared no lives
it was like noone was putting up a fight
I GOT MY AXE IM GONNA CUT YA DOWN
gonna kill em gonna cut em down
hells pits
OH hells pits we got em fallin
hells pits
the tempratures hot
hells pits
after that I met a nymph so fine
she was in the water
she became a friend of mine
see the water spashing as we spent the night
it never felt so good it never felt so right
her names Dro Seriso and means Life Giver
we never put up a fight
I got my nymph and im really happy now
Im gonna keep her safe from
HELLS PITS!"
He looked around, the land not getting close enough fast enough. He looked back at Mtor and yells"ARE WE DER YET?"
As the ship docked, Naraku was the first one to hit the ground running. He gave everybody a big bearhug and waved goodbye. "You know where to find me!" He yelled as he ran off the ship.
|
| « Last Edit: on: May 22, 2005, 5:37PM » |
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
Erik_the_Celt
Extreme Poster
Last On: 11/03/06
View Profile
Message Player
Canada
Posts: 502
|
Morgan followed Mtor onto the deck of Daebean, he watched as his elf friend practically flew across the deck inspecting every spar and cable in sight. He sighed and climbed below decks to his cabin and the other small rooms below. He hesitated in front of his cabin door then turned away to the small room across from his. He opened the door and entered. Taking a battered grieve from his pack, he raised it to the sky and called on Helm for a blessing. Lowering the grieve, he placed it reverently on the alter nailed to the cabin floor. Beside it, he placed a small silver flask.
“Great Helm, guardian of the Realm, I give thanks for the release of Dale and the defeat of the forces of Mammon. I pray that you will continue to guard the realm and use me as your humble tool to do justice and to preserve the weak and innocent. Hear my prayer that I might be strong in your service and deliver the demons to their rightful abode.”
Morgan closed his eyes and began to think of the battles that lead to this time. His stomach churned as he remembered that awful trip into Hell with Dale and the others. He reached out and clung to the alter, muttering, “Helm, lend me your strength, I have not the courage for more of this.” He rested his head on the alter and began to repeat the prayers he had learned so long ago in the great Keep of Helm. His mind drifted and he saw again the great flight of demons spreading out over Faerun. He saw Mammon and his legions but this time the elves and the dwarves, humans and halflings raised their weapons against the demons. He saw Naracku, Mtor and Mando fighting along side the Claw and Naracku’s tribe. He saw them battle their way to Mammon and his guard and he saw Elvira fall beneath the mighty blast of Mammon’s magic, saw her whither and blow away like smoke. He saw Mando, dancing in out of sight, slashing at the demon guards. He saw Abbaddon leaping about like a beast on fire sweeping all before him and he saw Mtor raising his sword and plunging it deep into the breast of Mammon. The world shuddered and a sudden stillness seized the battlefield. He saw the sword wither and Mammon shudder as he slowly fell into the ground. Sinking as though he was a pebble falling into a pond. With a great cheer, the Claw and the barbarians chased the demons back into their foul hole and the mountains fell on top of the opening to seal it forever.
Morgan gasped, “Thank you oh great guardian, thank you for this vision of victory. I am yours to use as you will to bring about this great deed.” Morgan rose and left the small room of the shrine. He did not trouble to wonder why he had seen no sign of himself at the final victory.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
it must have been a strange sight. A large half-orc almost skipping along as he ran singing a song,(ooc try to Dio's Last in line)
"Im off the ship n on dry land
now im on the run
Im off to the light that my darkness needs yea
where Ill laugh without a tear
where theres hope wothout a fear
I am finding DROOOOOOO!"
He stops, looks around, a puzzled look on his face. He runs to the nearest tree, looks to see if anyone is watching. Then leans close to the tree," Uh Dro, uh, how me get der again?"
|
| « Last Edit: on: May 22, 2005, 5:47PM » |
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
his way to Dro. It would have been an uneventful trip except for a few stray orcs. Orcs that he could have easily avoided but chose not to. He rushed them and attacked mercylessly. Afterwards he found a stream to jump into and washed off(didnt want to greet Dro covered in blood).
It took some time and he thought he was lost. But suddenly he heard the sound of women laughing. He ran to where the sound was coming from and saw his lovely Dro with a couple of other nymphs playing in the water.
"DROOOOO!" he shouts triumphantly, as he starts dropping his equipment and running to the water. He slips and falls on his backside as soon as he hits the water and Dro jumps on top of him. They start kissing and stripping. Before long his stuff is scattered in the water and they are making love in the water. Afterwards they lay together holding each other still in the water with just chests and heads on dry land. Naraku starts telling Dro evrything that happens when he hears the other nymphs gigilling. They had watched the whole reunion. Naraku covers himself and blushes. He hurriedly starts looking for his stuff, the nymphs just watch and giggle some more. Dro says something to them that Naraku doesnt understand, and they all start looking for Naraku's gear together. "Dont worry about them my love, they find everything funny. We nymphs dont have a lot to stress over. Remember how you found us? You heard our laughing didnt you?" SHe asks him.
Naraku starts to think back, yes it was laughter that drew them to that area. He rembered that he was sure of the direction while everyone else wanted to go up to the other side of the hill. He smiled, he felt so happy here. He was standing there in his loincloth oblivios to the stares of the other nymphs as his thoughts started his maleness to rise and the wet loincloth did not hide it at all. Dro noticed it too, and they both dropped what they had gathered and started rolling in the water again.
Again they lay in each others arms and Naraku noticed all of his stuff was laying on the ground just a few feet away. Obviuosly the others had gathered it and piled it up while him and Dro were busy. He saw them peeking over a small rise but this time it didnt bother him any. If Dro was content to lay there naked with him while they watched he could do it to. Anything to make Dro happy. He fell asleep smilling, laying next to his Dro with the other nymphs still gigiling. Life is good he thought.
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
neph
Expert Poster
Last On: 05/12/07
View Profile
Message Player
United States
Posts: 292
|
me so happy now me and DRO an her freends we lay around all day me watches them play in the water me just so happy to bad though they dont seem to like to eet meet only veggees and froots oh well me try to sneek into town to have some meet but DRO smelled it on me an she was a litle mad but she say she understands me so happy but lately me feel funny me head hurts an it seems easier to understand stuff maybe me go to a teecher to learn how to rite better some wandering druid came past other day he almost thought i was there to attack but DRo and her friends told him he was wrong lucky for him i would have had to hurt him bad me like this fire breathing trick DRO says that der are 2 red marks on my back right where there is some pain and itchin wonder what dat means oh well me happy now me told DRO what momy told me about the dragon blood in me familee DRO says she not mind it looks like some orcs may be trying to move into the area WOOHOO me get to have some fun showin them my axe up close REEEL close hahaha oh well time to go watch them play in de water again me so happy
|
|
I.P. Logged |
|
|
|
|
|
|
