Thread: Fantasy role playing!
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She sat back down, and, pulling out her sword, began polishing it, rubbing off old, dried blood, with colors not only in red. Finished with that, she took some of her throwing daggers, and began polishing them as well.
Finished and slightly bored just sitting there, she reached into her bag, and pulled out a rather thick book, which held one of her favorite pastimes: drawing. She silently sketched Ethy and the forest surrounding them both.
"my lady!" said the dwarf. "Some Orcs are coming!"
Then she slunk off.
First it was dark. Then when your eyes where normal again you saw that your in a room. It had a nice big bed, bookshelfs crammed with books and a few chests here and there. It all looked very nice and finley made. Etharion was up allready and was helping you both up. He was puting away some things while you wandered to the balcony. Outside you see.....that you are in a big tower, or maybe fortres and below there are three rings of city walls. Between them were houses and roads grenn with grass. On the outer side of the walls, a great moat divided the city from the land, and from the other side was the sea(thougt you cant see it now). Many people were going around probably elves, for much of the buildings was still in the building proces. Etharion said " I welcome you both, as the founder of it,...to Tal Templa Eldalie! City of elven magic."
Upon the discovery of the first trap, which was, in fact, a an odd puzzle in which one was supposed to get across a large gap (which popped up out of nowhere) to the other side. Looking around, Ice could find no visible way across the gap. She closed her eyes, and concentrated, reaching out with what little bit of elven magic she had, searching for a way across. She saw that there was a bridge, invisible to the unaided eye. The bridge was not straight, so she had to stop continually after starting across, to see which way to turn. Just after halfway across, Ice grew tired of the near constant waist of her energy, so she just backed up a little, as much as she dared, and leapt to the other side. She just missed her landing though, and managed to catch herself with one arm. She grabbed the ledge with the other and heaved herself up.
Icey stood, brushed herself off, and stepped softly into the corridor, prepared for another trap.
Then, confident in her strength, she disregarded the ladder down to the maze and just jumped, which was, in effect, her first mistake. Upon landing, she rolled, so she wouldn't hurt herself as badly. She ended up with a few bruises and scrapes, nothing as serious as what she would have gotten, if she hadn't rolled. She jumped up, aggravated at herself that she would misgage the distance. Her ears pricked up as a low growl echoed from behind her.
She turned around, to meet the snarling, ugly face of, of a huge bird! She then realized the growl was not a growl at all, but an angry squawk! the birds wings were like those of bats, except with feathers. There was a blueish stripe across its beak and a blue fleshy bulge at the base of its throat. A reptilian tail stretched from its end, and its big, sharp beak snapped at her as she slowly stepped back.
Realizing she couldn't fight the bird, she thought it was called a hornclaw, in such close quarters, she did next best, thing: run. She dashed into the maze, intent on losing the bird inside, for it was nearly too large to fit between the walls. The bird flapped its great wings and flew above maze, shoving its beak down in there to catch her.
After stumbling into many of the mirrors and windows in the maze, and having a slightly bloodied nose, she she decided she couldn't run through the maze, either. As fast as she dared so she wouldn't knock herself senseless by running headlong into a wall, she made her way back to the start of the maze.
To keep the bird at bay, she used her magic to leave a hazy visible image of herself running through the maze. She dashed up the ladder to the start of the maze almost three rungs at a time. Seeing the bird coming for her, she backed up as far as she could an ran full speed at the edge of the platform, one hand at her belt of daggers, and the other outstretched. As she reached the end of her ledge, she jumped, forcing her energy into her legs to propel them farther.
The monstrous bird realized its current prey wasn't really there and pulled its beak up out of the maze. Its beady-eyed gaze caught the elf girl leaping for the top of the maze wall. It flapped its wings once and was nearly on her, with one more flap, it was, with all intent to rip her to shreds. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through its head, then another, and another, in rapid succession. The elf! She was throwing something at him!
Icefangs threw three of her daggers at the birds, aiming to blind it. She reached the maze wall and hauled herself up. Not even looking at the hornclaw, she shot off for the other side of the room. Hopping across the walls and keeping a straight course, Ice managed to get there, the half blind hornclaw nipping at her heels. One more slightly magically propelled leap brought her to the ledge. She climbed up and took off running down the hall.
Real sorry, there, dude! Just got real carried away. i'm such a good writer! and I bet that that post is incredibly wrong!
Etharion was impresed by the way she handled the hornclaw(or something).But he couldnt quite remember putting it there. Hmmm...well, with all this magic around no wonder a dragon hasnt moved in to live in his cellars.
A grinding floated up from behind her. Turning round she saw the wall sliding sideways into itself, opening up into a doorway. She thought she was ready for anything, well, except this. The room had jeweled walls and a marble floor. Piles of gold and gems and various other trinkets lay scattered about the floor.
She poked her head in and looked around, searching for some sign of danger. She detected none and then walked inside. Something was odd about this room, what with all of these treasures lying around, and no protection for them. Not really caring about the gold, Ice walked over to the nearest pile of stuff and sifted through it.
Her eyes widened as she saw a hilt, a sword hilt. It was jeweled and looked as though it were made from obsidian. She grasped the pommel with both of her hands and pulled. Out came a blade, that looked as though it were made of gold. Some sort of magic pulsed through the sword, and its blade glowed a light green. Holding the golden blade with one hand, she pulled out her own sword with the other. Her sword, though she told no one, was not very well made. It was off-balanced, and with the golden sword in her other hand, it seemed out place, like she had never used it before.
The golden blade felt perfectly balanced and right at home in her hands. She examined its hilt more closely, and found a name etched into it. Trithatus, it read. Satisfied with her findings, Ice slid Trithatus into her old sword's sheath, it fit perfect, and shoved her old sword into the pile of gold, making sure its handle was in the same exact spot as Trithatus's had been, moments before.
She looked around the jeweled room again and saw another door, she had missed it before. She walked cautiously to the door, and pulled out Trithatus, its black pommel warming her hands. She approached the door, sword ready, and it opened by itself! Her expression changed from one of shock, to one of slight relief and she smiled. It was Etharion's study.
I got the hornclaw from my magic: the gathering cards.
"Well i sumoned it. I was suprised to see it when it came. Now let me take you to ou..your room." He steped behind her and wraped his cloak around them."Dont worry, its not what you think." In a second they were in the beutifull bedroom. He lighted the candles the fast way. "Here you go, there are dresses in that closet. I think youll find them to your liking. I wanted to ask you if...if you would come with me the anual Mage fair? It is in Waterdeep this year. It should have been in Baldurs Gate, but some catastrophe happened there..again. I wondered if you would come with me. Oh..but im so stupid. Of course you dont want to go. I bett that your life is waiting for you in your world. Right?"
Have you read the 'Forgotten Realms' books by R.A. Salvatore? I absolutely love Drizzt!
Etharion thought that he was the only one that felt uncomfortable asking ."Im glad that your coming with me. We are leaving tomorow. Goodnight." he said leaving the room, very happy.
Grabbing a brush, she couldn't remember packing, from her bag, she brushed her dark hair, and tucked part of her slightly longer bangs behind her ears. Satisfied with the dress, Ice used a bit of her magic to make sure it wouldn't get wrinkled and folded it carefully to place in her pack.
Ice slung the bag over her shoulders and nodded to him. "Okay, I'm ready," she said, smiling.
"These amateurs always like the flashy stuff, but the real stuf is going on in the deeper parts of the fair." They were in the crowd soon so Etharion held on to Ices hand so they wouldnt get seperated, Etharion noticed how many people were staring at Ice. Her wolfish looks and beutiful dress were a stuning combination. He felt very jelous suddenly,so he held his arm around her shoulder protectivly. He didnt want to try anything more yet. Soon he led her through a maze of tents and some of the people recognized him and bowed out of the way. Etharion held his staff and chin high as only a mage can, but he being a elf was less arogant than others. "You should have something to eat, come. " he led her into a big tent with suprisingly fresh and cool air inside." Choose whatever you want to drink or eat. They will surley have it." he smiled at her.
She looked stunning indeed: Her dark hair was pulled back into a bun on top of her head, and her longer bangs hung down, framing her face. The burgundy dress was long in the back, trailing the ground, and shorter in front, just below her knees. Around her stomach the fabric was nothing more than criss-crossed strips, changing back to dark, full cloth going farther up her body. In the back, the dress revealed most her back, the fabric reappearing in the small of her back, while right above that part, for about three inches higher, it was the criss-crossed strips again. The neck of the dress was sort square-shaped, and revealed just enough to entice someone, but not quite enough to think her a, well, a tramp.
She truly looked beautiful in the dress.
*Me, saying wistfully* I wish I really had a dress like that.
The drink soon arived. Etharion was still dazed from how she looked, and was glad that she came here with him. He wasnt really like that, but he knew that the other mages would surely not have such beutifull companions, for not many a mage had the time for such pleasentries. The tent blocked all the sound from the busy fair outside, and inside it was very nice with the tastefully decorated suroundings. He was felling very relaxed and outgoing.
La la la.......................
"Here is some gold. I think you shall find a lot of interesting things to buy here. Even i find things that still make me smile. Dont worry about your safety, there are great powers at work to keep this event safe and well secret. Oh, and if you mention my name to the merchants, a few of them will maybe even give you a discount. I have a lot of friends here." he winked at her and started for the exit."See you soon."
The merchant smiled and said, "Aye lass, I know Etharion. And I also know a real elf warrior when I see one. Every time one comes this way, they all want that same cloak..." he trailed off, reminising of sometime far in the past. "Sir, if so many have wanted the cloak, then why do you still have it to sell?" Ice asked. "Well lass, the reason is, that cloak back there chooses its owner, not the other way around. See, if it doesn't like you, then it burns your hand when you touch it, but, if it does, then it feels warm and soft. Shall you like to touch it, lass?" the merchant asked her, eager for a sale.
Ice nodded, and held out her hand. The merchant grabbed a pari of tongs that were under the counter and pulled the cloak off of its rack. He lifted high over the counter, and dropped it into her outstretched arms. Ice fully expected to be burned, but, instead, she felt a warming sensation begin in her hands, then make its way, tingling, throughout her body.
She realized she must have had a funny expression when the merchant asked, "How's it feel, lass?" Ice smiled and said, "I'll take it." She didn't want to spend the money Eth gave her all in one place, so reached behind, to an invisible pack, a gift from Eth, and pulled out the gold. She handed it over, and dropped the change in the bag Etharion gave and stuffed the cloak into the invisisble pack, which turned invisible once again as soon as her hands left it.
Ice walked away, her dark eyes alight with curiosity, wondering what else she might find at this Mage Fair.
ARRGH!!!!!!!!!! My foot's asleep! Wake up you stupid foot! WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I was at my mom's and the computer is all trippy is doesn't work. Anyway...
Ice grinned at him and showed him all the little things she had bought. But, for some reason, she refused to let him touch the gray cloak. One little thing she bought was a necklace that would replace the one she had lost a while back that revealed whenever magic was around.
"Well, since you know your way around this place," she gestured with her arm, and smiled at him, "why don't you show me around? Perhaps there's some entertainment somewhere..." she trailed off. "It makes me very happy when you say that you're all mine," she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then backed up and smiled, her dark blue eyes glittering.
"THE SPOTTED DAISY returns to fight the evils of sweet moments, and things altogether non-annoying!"
And she ran off, cackling, and the atmosphere with her.
And by the way, why are some of the posts yellow?
I don't know, Loni. I has been wondering that myself for awhile.
Ice screams in rage. She jumps up, reaches into her bag, and pulls out a grey cloak and a white amulet. She puts them both on, and is engulfed in bright white light. When the light dims a bit, the silhouette of a voluptuous female body, with angelic wings arcing from its back is seen.
The angel screams, so very high-pitched that many of the glasswares around her break. The angel wings turn to demonic, bat-like wings and Loni the dwarf, a.k.a. The Spotted Daisy, pops up from wherever she had disappeared to. The demonic female raises her arms high above her head. A dark ball of crackling energy appears between her outstreched arms.
She flings her arms forward and down, and the huge ball of evil energy flies straight towards the dwarf, where she is rooted to the spot by the power of the girl's magic. The dark energy surrounds the dwarf, she screams, and suddenly both disappear, gone in a mere second. The girl screams once more, seemingly in agony, and the demonic wings turn back into the pure white angel wings.
Now, the angel is crying, and she takes off the cloak and amulet. As suddenly as they had appeared, the wings were gone, gone in a flash of white-hot light. The angel goes back to being regular old Icey, standing stock-still, her eyes distant and glazed, the beautiful burgundy dress covered mud, Ice's blueish hair down, framing her face, it too, muddy. Icefangs collapses.
Just kidding! I wish Ice could that, but, I don't want her to, yet... Besides, Loni, my dear friend, please don't take that as rude, please... Just having some fun, with magic powers. And as far as I'm concerned, that didn't happen, kay?
Etharion writes some notes ..."can turn into angelic and demonic form, both beatifull forms and...." but then remembers that didnt never happen .
(So nothing of that happened right.)
Etharion was feeling very pleasant with Ice with him. " Shall we go somewhere else now?" he asks quietly. " I can hardly heat myself thinking from these dragons.". The dragons really were roaring and belching fire very loudly.