"Morgan!" cried out Click, as the robed figures pushed her down to her knees, knife pressed at her throat. He charged down the hill, giving nary a thought to the spells as they flew by him, some colliding with him, ripping his clothes, tearing into his flesh. He could hear Kots behind him. How far, he didn't know. His focus on getting to Morgan was so intense that he didn't notice that he was bleeding until he had already taken cover behind a rock at the foot of the dune.
The robed figures involved the ritual didn't look away or move out of sync of the pattern in which they were already entranced. From what he read in the book, it appeared as though they were nearing the end of the ritual, for they were starting to chant louder, and the chants had less time for the intervals between each statement; it was soon going to be time for the sacrifice.
Without even thinking, Click ran up to the circle and slammed his hands on the ground, touching it while Kots flew in front of him, absorbing spells left and right with his staff. He sensed the power within the circle and instantly knew that the power within far exceeded any amount of energy that even Kots could absorb, let alone the limited amount of siphoning that was left to him. Nevertheless one of his teammates was in trouble, and he never left a teammate behind, especially when it was in his power to help.
The power was overwhelming; it all tried to rush into his body at once, like an ocean of water leaking out of a pin prick in a dam. He could feel the energy of the spell tearing apart his skin as he saw pieces of his flesh floating off his body. Something needed to be done with this energy, or he wouldn't be able to survive long enough to drain the entire spell.
His eyes glowed as though electrified, and the ground shook as he picked up the entire mound of sand beneath their location and brought it into the air. It still wasn't enough. Taking his first thought, he threw the sand at all his foes, then blasted it with heat, so that tiny shards of glass flew into two thirds of his foes, and they fell to the ground, blood staining the sand beneath them. Bigger, he thought, and grew the fire blast so large that it enveloped the entire floating island, turning it all instantly into glass, red stained glass.
The circle was almost done, the last remnants of power still quite powerful, but nothing compared to when he first touched it. With the last of his effort, and a blast of light from the circle, everything on top of the floating island stood still. The circle vanished, and click walked over to Morgan and his captive, and just barely managed to push the robed man over with his foot, grabbing Morgan and lifting her in his arms.
Bleeding profusely, he walked over to Kots, grabbed him with what strength he had left in his arm, and dragged him to the edge of the island where he looked down, tattered clothes hanging off his body. He cried aloud as the burning sting of absorbing a teleportation spell from Kots caused smoke to rise from his hand. He muttered the words, and clumsily managed to make the movements required to cast the spell, and brought them all to the ground, just over a mile away from the giant floating island's original resting place.
It was then that the breeze continued again, and in the few seconds before he blacked out, Click watched as the red island, accentuated in the red sunlight of sunset, fell to pieces, along with all the cultists and any plans they may have had. He collapsed to the ground, with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his team was safe.
(Hey-O! Not sure if this is the end of Kots, Click, and Morgan... I really liked them, what do you all think, should I continue of with them, or move on to something else? Lemme know! Oh, I'm going away on a trip for a week or so, but I'll try to continue writing when and where I can. Anyway, hope you all are having a great start of your week! Peace out, my homey g dawgs! )
Monday, September 12, 2011
another delay from dilly dallying
Alright, sorry about the delay in writing, I was away for the weekend, and hadn't written anything in advance, and for that I apologize... anyway, hopefully I'll have a post out today before too long, and you guys will all enjoy it, love it, and like me better as a human being because of it (not really, I already know that you enjoy me to the fullest extent possible). Oh, one last interesting bit of information... I just recently discovered that zombies are in the Bible. Don't just take my word for it, though, look it up.
Matthew 27:51-53, it's right after Jesus dies (hopefully that wasn't too big of a spoiler for ya...), so that, along with dragons and dinosaurs, makes the Bible my favorite book (not that it wasn't already, but the awesomeness factor just went up another 20 bajillion points.) Enjoy your day :)
Matthew 27:51-53, it's right after Jesus dies (hopefully that wasn't too big of a spoiler for ya...), so that, along with dragons and dinosaurs, makes the Bible my favorite book (not that it wasn't already, but the awesomeness factor just went up another 20 bajillion points.) Enjoy your day :)
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Another day, another dollar, or penny, or something like that
"Alright Morgan, time to set out for the next set of mages." Click turned when he didn't hear a response. "Morgan?" Nothing. "Where could she have gone?"
Both he and Kots ran over to where the other mages had fallen. As they arrived, a fireball whizzed right by them. They looked over to see the mage that Morgan had previously held in place. "Looks like the holding spell wore off." Kots always did like to state the obvious.
"What did you do with her?!" shouted Click.
"I didn't do anything!" shouted the hunched mage as he prepared to launch another spell.
Click raised his hand and absorbed the ray of poison that was thrown at him. He fought back a wince, for that one stung a little; he must be nearing his limit. "If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go without beating you to a pulp." Click never enjoyed making threats, but he couldn't just stand there all day wasting time and magic.
The mage just stood for a second, almost as if trying to weight the options in his head, and then finally blurted out, "I saw some guys take her. They put a black bag over her head, and ran off behind me." The footprints could be seen in the sand.
"It looks like he's telling the truth," again, Kots had to state the obvious.
"Thank you for your time and information." Click and Kots walked past the mage, and followed the trail of footprints. I can't smell anything besides Kots and that mage, so they probably used some sort of transportation.
"Kots, do you smell any sort of transportation magic residue, like summoning, or teleportation?"
Kots sniffed the air for a few seconds, and then put his hand up to signal to hold. They hadn't quite reached the top of this dune yet. Kots ran to the top, stuck his head over by a smidge, and then ran back to Click. "Looks like they're dampening their magical auras. I just barely caught a whiff of them now. Their just over this hill on the other side. There's six or so, and they're all together, in some sort of circle or something. Looks bad, boss, what do we do?"
Sometimes it actually was nice for Kots to have the brevity that he did. That's why he was a warrior mage, and not a diplomat. "I guess we're gonna have to storm the mages, take them by surprise, and get our third member back. After that, we need to win this thing."
Kots nodded, "Alright, I'll lead in. Let me know when you're ready."
Click was slightly envious of Kots' ability to absorb spells, his limit was much higher than his, but that meant that he always had to be the first one to run into battle, which was something that he never wanted to do. He and Kots got to the top of the hill, and he looked down. Ok, maybe Kots' brevity didn't do the whole situation justice. He couldn't believe what he saw on the other side of the dune. He'd only seen it in text books.
(alright, a little less action in this one, but a good setup for tomorrow, eh? ;) Anywho, thanks to whoever voted in the polls, you're awesome! Have a blessed day!)
Both he and Kots ran over to where the other mages had fallen. As they arrived, a fireball whizzed right by them. They looked over to see the mage that Morgan had previously held in place. "Looks like the holding spell wore off." Kots always did like to state the obvious.
"What did you do with her?!" shouted Click.
"I didn't do anything!" shouted the hunched mage as he prepared to launch another spell.
Click raised his hand and absorbed the ray of poison that was thrown at him. He fought back a wince, for that one stung a little; he must be nearing his limit. "If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go without beating you to a pulp." Click never enjoyed making threats, but he couldn't just stand there all day wasting time and magic.
The mage just stood for a second, almost as if trying to weight the options in his head, and then finally blurted out, "I saw some guys take her. They put a black bag over her head, and ran off behind me." The footprints could be seen in the sand.
"It looks like he's telling the truth," again, Kots had to state the obvious.
"Thank you for your time and information." Click and Kots walked past the mage, and followed the trail of footprints. I can't smell anything besides Kots and that mage, so they probably used some sort of transportation.
"Kots, do you smell any sort of transportation magic residue, like summoning, or teleportation?"
Kots sniffed the air for a few seconds, and then put his hand up to signal to hold. They hadn't quite reached the top of this dune yet. Kots ran to the top, stuck his head over by a smidge, and then ran back to Click. "Looks like they're dampening their magical auras. I just barely caught a whiff of them now. Their just over this hill on the other side. There's six or so, and they're all together, in some sort of circle or something. Looks bad, boss, what do we do?"
Sometimes it actually was nice for Kots to have the brevity that he did. That's why he was a warrior mage, and not a diplomat. "I guess we're gonna have to storm the mages, take them by surprise, and get our third member back. After that, we need to win this thing."
Kots nodded, "Alright, I'll lead in. Let me know when you're ready."
Click was slightly envious of Kots' ability to absorb spells, his limit was much higher than his, but that meant that he always had to be the first one to run into battle, which was something that he never wanted to do. He and Kots got to the top of the hill, and he looked down. Ok, maybe Kots' brevity didn't do the whole situation justice. He couldn't believe what he saw on the other side of the dune. He'd only seen it in text books.
(alright, a little less action in this one, but a good setup for tomorrow, eh? ;) Anywho, thanks to whoever voted in the polls, you're awesome! Have a blessed day!)
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Well, well, well
It wasn't long after they released the spells of death, that they quickly smelled their way to the next group of mages duking it out. Morgan, along with her teammates, watched from behind a small scattering of rocks, and she notched an arrow to her bow, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She was glad that these two clans were weakening each other, as they both seemed quite powerful.
Recalling the spells that she had previously absorbed, she decided to place one on her arrow, as it lay in wait, almost quivering with excitement to lay waste to her enemy. It didn't take long for the correct moment to present itself. "Fly," she whispered and let loose her arrow. Flying straight into the middle of the combat, it went completely unnoticed, until it erupted in a giant ball of life draining magic. The battle ensued as if she hadn't done anything. I wonder if they realize that it wasn't just another one of their enemy's spells Morgan thought to herself. Not that it would do them much good, they had been so weakened by the blast, that they were now visibly starting to breathe harder and curl up the way that old people do as they get older and have trouble keeping themselves upright.
"Now," Click gave the order to charge in. Morgan, the sagittiferous member of the team, launched another arrow, this time directly aimed at a mage, and hit him in the leg. Kots charged, leading the way while swinging his staff to intercept any incoming spells. Morgan spotted one of the mages in the middle of casting a spell that didn't look like it was going to end well for the recipient. "Not today," she muttered as she released a spell to keep him from moving. His uneven positioning caused him to fall face first onto the sand.
The two clans were now more focused on Morgan and her clan than they were on each other, but two were already down for the count; one was being held by her spell, and the other just got walloped on by Kots' staff. He was definitely going to wake up black and blue the next morning.
She ran over to the held mage, touched his outstretched arm, and drew his spells into herself, replenishing her dwindling spells. She breathed a sigh of relief, for his spells weren't composed of any death magic. Looking back at the battle, she could tell that Kots and Click had things well under control. With the weakened state of the mages, it was much easier to resist their spells.
That's when Morgan lost the ability to move. She couldn't even move her eyes. Fortunately her chest continued to rise and fall as her breathing continued, as it always had, but she could not chase after her team as they bounded after the two remaining mages.
Then there was nothing but darkness and a sharp pain in the back of her neck as she blacked out.
(Hey-o! Cliffhanger! Dun Dun Dun! *dramatic reverb* How you all liking it so far? Any comments, questions, concerns? Lemme know! Another lost word here, see if you can figure it out :) Anyway, hope you all are enjoying your week, cuz you should, it's the only first full week of September of 2011 you're gonna get, so take advantage of it. Laterz!)
Recalling the spells that she had previously absorbed, she decided to place one on her arrow, as it lay in wait, almost quivering with excitement to lay waste to her enemy. It didn't take long for the correct moment to present itself. "Fly," she whispered and let loose her arrow. Flying straight into the middle of the combat, it went completely unnoticed, until it erupted in a giant ball of life draining magic. The battle ensued as if she hadn't done anything. I wonder if they realize that it wasn't just another one of their enemy's spells Morgan thought to herself. Not that it would do them much good, they had been so weakened by the blast, that they were now visibly starting to breathe harder and curl up the way that old people do as they get older and have trouble keeping themselves upright.
"Now," Click gave the order to charge in. Morgan, the sagittiferous member of the team, launched another arrow, this time directly aimed at a mage, and hit him in the leg. Kots charged, leading the way while swinging his staff to intercept any incoming spells. Morgan spotted one of the mages in the middle of casting a spell that didn't look like it was going to end well for the recipient. "Not today," she muttered as she released a spell to keep him from moving. His uneven positioning caused him to fall face first onto the sand.
The two clans were now more focused on Morgan and her clan than they were on each other, but two were already down for the count; one was being held by her spell, and the other just got walloped on by Kots' staff. He was definitely going to wake up black and blue the next morning.
She ran over to the held mage, touched his outstretched arm, and drew his spells into herself, replenishing her dwindling spells. She breathed a sigh of relief, for his spells weren't composed of any death magic. Looking back at the battle, she could tell that Kots and Click had things well under control. With the weakened state of the mages, it was much easier to resist their spells.
That's when Morgan lost the ability to move. She couldn't even move her eyes. Fortunately her chest continued to rise and fall as her breathing continued, as it always had, but she could not chase after her team as they bounded after the two remaining mages.
Then there was nothing but darkness and a sharp pain in the back of her neck as she blacked out.
(Hey-o! Cliffhanger! Dun Dun Dun! *dramatic reverb* How you all liking it so far? Any comments, questions, concerns? Lemme know! Another lost word here, see if you can figure it out :) Anyway, hope you all are enjoying your week, cuz you should, it's the only first full week of September of 2011 you're gonna get, so take advantage of it. Laterz!)
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Kots was almost overwhelmed by all the magic in the air. Spells being flung almost carelessly; of course, he didn't have much time to appreciate this fresh aroma as he was currently dodging firebolts, sonic blasts, and death rays. He was so glad to have his staff. His staff was made of the Hungoir tree, a tree that was only found in his homeland. It was the only tree found in his homeland. Very much like their people, the tree was known for its ability to absorb the magic surrounding it, which was why it was the only tree that grew there, it sucked all the magic out of the air, just like weeds suck the nutrients from the soil, so nothing else could grow. With his staff, he could absorb spells, just by touching then, just as if he were touching the spell itself.
He spun his staff and blocked an incoming weakening spell. Ugh, I hate licorice... Kots thought. He ran over to the attacking mage before he could get another spell, and used his absorbed spell power to draw the magical abilities of the mage he was dueling into himself. His teammates were doing likewise to this guy's buddies. Robbed of their spell power, the mages could do nothing now, but watch, and maybe attempt to whack them with their staves, but one flourish of Click's sword, and they all seemed pretty docile.
Kots spoke up, "Thank you very much for your kind donations to Team Hungoir, your generosity will not be forgotten." And with those words, he whacked the three on the back of the head, knocking them out. An agonarch quickly appeared, looked at the bodies, grabbed them, and then teleported off the battle field.
"Well, let's see what we got from these guys," Click said. Kots ran through the list of absorbed spells, and was surprised to find a lot of spells that would flat out kill someone, and they weren't weakened down to just knock someone out, like the rules for the competition stated. He looked up at the others, and noticed that they, too, had similar expressions on their faces. Apparently not everyone was here just for a good ol' fashioned magical brawl. Someone wanted someone to die.
"What clan was that?" Morgan had a small amount of worry in her voice.
"It was the Upcha clan. They've been one of the more aggressive clans since the death of the Master Mage." Kots didn't know how Click always knew this stuff, but he was glad that he did. "They specialize in death magics, which makes sense now."
Kots was curious, "So what do we do with these spells?"
"Well," came Click's reply, "we really shouldn't have any trouble using them as long as we're in the duel area. It's nearly impossible for anyone to die while inside its protective field."
"Then why order the mages to weaken death spells?" Morgan asked the very question that Kots was thinking.
"It's not really necessary, but another step towards being safe, these fields aren't perfect."
Again, Kots was amazed at his leader's knowledge. "Why don't we launch these death spells into the air and not use them, then, just to be safe, boss?" Kots didn't like the idea of accidentally killing someone.
"Sure, just to be on the safe side." They all three launched their various spells into the air. All the spells looked like black vapor emitting from the hand.
Kots shuddered, no wonder these spells tasted like things he didn't enjoy.
(Greetings all, this battle royale will continue on tomorrow! Yeah! Anyway, please do vote on the top of my page at the poll, it lets me know where I'm doing a good job, and where I'm not. Or if you notice anything that you like, please comment, and let me know, I promise you won't look like a fool. I'm fool enough for this blog, you couldn't add any more to it, trust me ;) Oh! If you guys have any ideas for where you might think this story be going, let me know, I might just use your ideas (with your permissions of course). Anyway, the time has come for me to help out around the house, TTY all laterz! Peace!)
[PS, figured out the lost word yet?]
He spun his staff and blocked an incoming weakening spell. Ugh, I hate licorice... Kots thought. He ran over to the attacking mage before he could get another spell, and used his absorbed spell power to draw the magical abilities of the mage he was dueling into himself. His teammates were doing likewise to this guy's buddies. Robbed of their spell power, the mages could do nothing now, but watch, and maybe attempt to whack them with their staves, but one flourish of Click's sword, and they all seemed pretty docile.
Kots spoke up, "Thank you very much for your kind donations to Team Hungoir, your generosity will not be forgotten." And with those words, he whacked the three on the back of the head, knocking them out. An agonarch quickly appeared, looked at the bodies, grabbed them, and then teleported off the battle field.
"Well, let's see what we got from these guys," Click said. Kots ran through the list of absorbed spells, and was surprised to find a lot of spells that would flat out kill someone, and they weren't weakened down to just knock someone out, like the rules for the competition stated. He looked up at the others, and noticed that they, too, had similar expressions on their faces. Apparently not everyone was here just for a good ol' fashioned magical brawl. Someone wanted someone to die.
"What clan was that?" Morgan had a small amount of worry in her voice.
"It was the Upcha clan. They've been one of the more aggressive clans since the death of the Master Mage." Kots didn't know how Click always knew this stuff, but he was glad that he did. "They specialize in death magics, which makes sense now."
Kots was curious, "So what do we do with these spells?"
"Well," came Click's reply, "we really shouldn't have any trouble using them as long as we're in the duel area. It's nearly impossible for anyone to die while inside its protective field."
"Then why order the mages to weaken death spells?" Morgan asked the very question that Kots was thinking.
"It's not really necessary, but another step towards being safe, these fields aren't perfect."
Again, Kots was amazed at his leader's knowledge. "Why don't we launch these death spells into the air and not use them, then, just to be safe, boss?" Kots didn't like the idea of accidentally killing someone.
"Sure, just to be on the safe side." They all three launched their various spells into the air. All the spells looked like black vapor emitting from the hand.
Kots shuddered, no wonder these spells tasted like things he didn't enjoy.
(Greetings all, this battle royale will continue on tomorrow! Yeah! Anyway, please do vote on the top of my page at the poll, it lets me know where I'm doing a good job, and where I'm not. Or if you notice anything that you like, please comment, and let me know, I promise you won't look like a fool. I'm fool enough for this blog, you couldn't add any more to it, trust me ;) Oh! If you guys have any ideas for where you might think this story be going, let me know, I might just use your ideas (with your permissions of course). Anyway, the time has come for me to help out around the house, TTY all laterz! Peace!)
[PS, figured out the lost word yet?]
Monday, September 5, 2011
His grip loosened on his sword. He had never realized just how many clans there were in the world. This battle royale was going to be incredibly huge. How they managed to get a dueling field covering an area large enough to comfortably contain the battle overnight was a feat in and of itself, the presence of magic here was very noticeable, and the smell of it was almost overpowering.
Click smiled to himself. He and his team definitely had an advantage in this battle. While their clan wasn't particularly good at casting spells themselves, they could smell magic. A spell's power, how powerful a caster they were facing, even different types of magic, all could be told by a sniff or three. His team could even absorb some spells and use them as they wished within a short amount of time. Yeah, this was going to be a good battle, click thought.
He grabbed his sheath and started thumbing his sword, making it rise and fall in its case; he was getting impatient. All this magic here, and he could only smell it, he wanted to taste every single kind of magic out there with his blade.
The time was near. He could tell.
Unlike most other casters, he was actually quite proficient with weaponry, which was another reason why he felt so calm and cool as more teams of casters started showing themselves as they prepared for the battle.
"Too bad we only get to fight until half of us are downed," Kots, one of his team members, said.
"Yeah, but you know, we'll get to fight everyone else in the next section of the tournament," Morgan, the only female in the group, chimed in.
"So how are we goin' about this, boss? Split up and strike when it's most opportune, or stick together?" Kots always wanted to know the plan.
With this many other mages around, it was definitely going to be risky enough as it was to fight, they didn't increase that risk by splitting up; then again, remaining together might make them a larger target, and make them more visible if they tried to sneak around to get someone. "Looks like we'll be sticking together, I don't want you guys going off and making it harder for me to watch out for you guys." When will it be time?
Boom, a fireball went off in the sky, and the battle commenced. "To the right" Click raised his hand, sword drawn, and caught a lightning bolt that came his way from one of the nearby teams. It tasted like lemon poppy seed muffins. He smiled; that was one of his favorite spells to taste...
(hey all, I'll continue with this story tomorrow, I might even throw in a couple of different perspectives, whoa! Oh, of note, I'm going to try and incorporate a lost English word into each story from here on out... not counting today, cuz I forgot. However, there will be a small prize to the first person who can guess the meaning of the word. Not sure what it is yet, but probably something to do with a story ;). OH! The poll is gonna close in 2 days or so, so if you want to put in your vote for your favorite story, now would be the time to do so! Hope you all are doing really well, and I look forward to writing tomorrow! maybe I'll even do a double post, seeing as you all deserve it, and I have the day off ;) Peace! )
Click smiled to himself. He and his team definitely had an advantage in this battle. While their clan wasn't particularly good at casting spells themselves, they could smell magic. A spell's power, how powerful a caster they were facing, even different types of magic, all could be told by a sniff or three. His team could even absorb some spells and use them as they wished within a short amount of time. Yeah, this was going to be a good battle, click thought.
He grabbed his sheath and started thumbing his sword, making it rise and fall in its case; he was getting impatient. All this magic here, and he could only smell it, he wanted to taste every single kind of magic out there with his blade.
The time was near. He could tell.
Unlike most other casters, he was actually quite proficient with weaponry, which was another reason why he felt so calm and cool as more teams of casters started showing themselves as they prepared for the battle.
"Too bad we only get to fight until half of us are downed," Kots, one of his team members, said.
"Yeah, but you know, we'll get to fight everyone else in the next section of the tournament," Morgan, the only female in the group, chimed in.
"So how are we goin' about this, boss? Split up and strike when it's most opportune, or stick together?" Kots always wanted to know the plan.
With this many other mages around, it was definitely going to be risky enough as it was to fight, they didn't increase that risk by splitting up; then again, remaining together might make them a larger target, and make them more visible if they tried to sneak around to get someone. "Looks like we'll be sticking together, I don't want you guys going off and making it harder for me to watch out for you guys." When will it be time?
Boom, a fireball went off in the sky, and the battle commenced. "To the right" Click raised his hand, sword drawn, and caught a lightning bolt that came his way from one of the nearby teams. It tasted like lemon poppy seed muffins. He smiled; that was one of his favorite spells to taste...
(hey all, I'll continue with this story tomorrow, I might even throw in a couple of different perspectives, whoa! Oh, of note, I'm going to try and incorporate a lost English word into each story from here on out... not counting today, cuz I forgot. However, there will be a small prize to the first person who can guess the meaning of the word. Not sure what it is yet, but probably something to do with a story ;). OH! The poll is gonna close in 2 days or so, so if you want to put in your vote for your favorite story, now would be the time to do so! Hope you all are doing really well, and I look forward to writing tomorrow! maybe I'll even do a double post, seeing as you all deserve it, and I have the day off ;) Peace! )
So, I think if I work on Sundays, I won't be able to post :/ I also have some friends who come over, and like to stay late, which is fine, but it does limit my ability to write, cuz I basically have no free time. Fortunately, I usually just work every other Sunday, so it's not too bad. Anyway, sorry about the no post again tonight, I will get something up tomorrow though, before work :)
-Drew
-Drew
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Another one that's a day late, d'oh
It had been a long time since the battle of the clans had taken place. Almost a century since the last one. There was a time when they held these tournaments every year, but ever since the death of the Master Mage, no one had really been that eager to continue these events. However, it had been too long since any battles had happened, and the clans were getting a little antsy towards each other, wondering how much power the other clans had, and whether or not they could beat a certain clan in a war. So, the heads of the clans got together and decided that to keep the peace, a tournament would be held, and the winner would become the Master Mage.
The location was set. It was to take place in the middle of the desert, where no clan had any presence to help sway the results of the tournament. Tents were set up everywhere, servants brought ample food and water for their contestants, and one of the more powerful mages even cast a spell that turned a section of the desert into an oasis for bathing, and a fresh source of water. It didn't take long at all for the other clans to become jealous, so he quickly did the same for each clan, lest they see him as a threat and try to take him out of the competition early; some of the clans were fond of using poisons in their spells.
Each clan was to select three champions, and they were to compete in the tournament in several styles. First, it was to be a battle royal against all the other clans, then it was to be two verses two with randomly matched pairs, and finally one on one matches to decide who the best mage was. And so it was, that the great tournament started. Stay tuned to find out what happens!
(Heyo! Everyone, how ya doin'? Mmk, so it looks like no one guessed about my earlier game T_T If even one person guessed, I would have let them win, gosh, oh well, we'll have another competition time here in a little while when I figure something out. Oh! The answers for the different stories:
1) A group of warriors tries to rescue a princess from a dragon
2) An old mobster kinda setting where someone found dirt on someone, and the mob doesn't want them to know
3) This one is kinda stealing from star trek...
4) This one is a mage casting a spell, possibly for the first time (had to have at least one magical one in there, gosh!)
5) This one is kind of a post apocalyptic world setting, and someone dying (I also would have taken poisoned in the desert, most likely by a snake.)
6) Film Noir gumshoe type story
7) In this one, killer owls came in and killed/stole everything except for one person, who swore to get vengeance.
So there you have it, your hearts biggest yearning is now fulfilled. Anyway, sorry for the short short story today, but I gotta leave for work, anyway, have a great weekend, and I'll get something put up tomorrow sometime, laterz!)
The location was set. It was to take place in the middle of the desert, where no clan had any presence to help sway the results of the tournament. Tents were set up everywhere, servants brought ample food and water for their contestants, and one of the more powerful mages even cast a spell that turned a section of the desert into an oasis for bathing, and a fresh source of water. It didn't take long at all for the other clans to become jealous, so he quickly did the same for each clan, lest they see him as a threat and try to take him out of the competition early; some of the clans were fond of using poisons in their spells.
Each clan was to select three champions, and they were to compete in the tournament in several styles. First, it was to be a battle royal against all the other clans, then it was to be two verses two with randomly matched pairs, and finally one on one matches to decide who the best mage was. And so it was, that the great tournament started. Stay tuned to find out what happens!
(Heyo! Everyone, how ya doin'? Mmk, so it looks like no one guessed about my earlier game T_T If even one person guessed, I would have let them win, gosh, oh well, we'll have another competition time here in a little while when I figure something out. Oh! The answers for the different stories:
1) A group of warriors tries to rescue a princess from a dragon
2) An old mobster kinda setting where someone found dirt on someone, and the mob doesn't want them to know
3) This one is kinda stealing from star trek...
4) This one is a mage casting a spell, possibly for the first time (had to have at least one magical one in there, gosh!)
5) This one is kind of a post apocalyptic world setting, and someone dying (I also would have taken poisoned in the desert, most likely by a snake.)
6) Film Noir gumshoe type story
7) In this one, killer owls came in and killed/stole everything except for one person, who swore to get vengeance.
So there you have it, your hearts biggest yearning is now fulfilled. Anyway, sorry for the short short story today, but I gotta leave for work, anyway, have a great weekend, and I'll get something put up tomorrow sometime, laterz!)
Friday, September 2, 2011
How do I win?
So there I was, just about to get my head served to the enemy's captain on a platter, when all of a sudden, out of the blue I'm suddenly in a place I've never seen before, and a soft light spoke to me. "Fear not, my child, for you are the one who will rid the land of the enemy. Take this sword, and by the might given to you destroy the evil enemy." The light faded, and the next thing I know, I'm back at the camp, except now my blade is crossed with a very startled guy who was gonna decapitate me. I'm just as startled as he was, but seeing as I knew I was gonna win, I decided to go on the full attack. And that's when died by having my back torn open by a spear from one of the other guys hanging around
Seeing that I had some money saved up, my servants ran and got me resurrected, and told my story to the king, and showed him my new shiny sword. So he made me the grand general of the army, and that was cool, getting to tell everyone what to do. So, I made everyone go on the all out attack, abandoning posts and I led the front line charge to the stronghold of the enemy... and got an arrow to the face.
Three resurrections later, and I find myself with an army that's half dead, most of the one's that are still alive are missing limbs, appendages, and parts of their faces. Still, I had heard a voice from a bright light, that meant that I was destined for greatness, so, I decided to do something never done before. I went to the commander of our foes, and I communicated with him under the rules of parley.
I was not prepared for what I saw. As I moved through the capitol, I saw dancing, excitement, shouts of joy and adulation. This doesn't seem to be like a nation that's in the middle of a war. Probably good for them, though, seeing as I'm going to demand their surrender, and then they won't be free to do as they wish anymore.
As I walked into the commander's council room, I saw him sitting, having a smoke, and enjoying the view of the dancers outside the window.
"Ah, welcome," he said with a smile as he noticed me and made a motion to come in. Servants brought a chair in for me as I sat at the opposite side of the table that was in the middle of the room. "I'm so glad you could make it." Was it just me, or did his smile seem to be getting larger by the minute? "So, I take it you came to discuss a surrender?"
"Well, of course," I replied, "Why else would I have come?" I pulled out my big, shiny sword, and put it on the table. "And now, if you'll just hand over the papers for the surrender of your kingdom, I'll take them to my king, and we can get this over with. I'll even throw in a little bit more party time for you; I hate to see good party money go to waste, and it looks like you've got quite a bit of it."
The commander cocked his head a little and gave a weird half-smile. "I think you misunderstand me, I meant your surrender, saying that you will call off this meaningless war, and save the lives of your countrymen." He motioned with his hands again, giving extra emphasis on seemingly random words.
That was weird, why would I surrender? "In case you couldn't tell, sir, this sword here is no ordinary sword. It was given to me by a powerful being, and as such, I am destined to defeat you, and become ridiculously famous and rich. So if we could get this meeting over with, I saw a really nice pub out there where I'd like to whet my whistle."
His smile disappeared as he stood. Then he burst out laughing. "Sorry, I was trying to act like I was angry, but how could I be? Everything has gone according to plan!"
Paint me confused.
"You see, when the war started we were at a severe disadvantage. We had fewer soldiers than you, less competent men and weapons, even our strongholds were not up to your standards. So we decided to ask our deity for assistance. Our high cleric told us that the situation would be taken care of, and before we knew it, we heard of our enemy coming to attack us at our strongest points. I wasn't quite sure what had happened, what had made our enemy so blind as to attack us where we were the strongest. But now I know.
"Apparently you must have met our deity, or someone from him, who gave you this sword. I think the only nice thing about it is the sparkles. I heard it clang on the table, and it sounded like it was hollow. You might want to get that looked at. Anyway, it seems that it was meant to be that we would live in peace for at least a little while longer now, so if I could just have your surrender, it would be greatly appreciated. Oh, where was that pub you mentioned? It sounded really good, I'll even buy a drink for you. You are, after all, our country's champion!" He again burst into a laugh that didn't really look good on his goateed face. Well, this was awkward.
I was struck, hurt, even disgusted, but I did the only logical thing, and signed the surrender, had a drink, and walked back home.
"And that's how I ended up here; see, when I got back and told everyone of the surrender, well, I'm sure you can imagine how unhappy they were with me. So they fed me to some trolls who were living outside of one of the towns, and I guess they really wanted me to be with my sword, for they threw it to the trolls as well." The newcomer looked at the angels. "So how did you guys get here?"
(whew whew! Yeah, awesome sauce. Anyway, let me know what you think, comments are appreciated :) any thoughts on what the next story should be? Peace!)
Seeing that I had some money saved up, my servants ran and got me resurrected, and told my story to the king, and showed him my new shiny sword. So he made me the grand general of the army, and that was cool, getting to tell everyone what to do. So, I made everyone go on the all out attack, abandoning posts and I led the front line charge to the stronghold of the enemy... and got an arrow to the face.
Three resurrections later, and I find myself with an army that's half dead, most of the one's that are still alive are missing limbs, appendages, and parts of their faces. Still, I had heard a voice from a bright light, that meant that I was destined for greatness, so, I decided to do something never done before. I went to the commander of our foes, and I communicated with him under the rules of parley.
I was not prepared for what I saw. As I moved through the capitol, I saw dancing, excitement, shouts of joy and adulation. This doesn't seem to be like a nation that's in the middle of a war. Probably good for them, though, seeing as I'm going to demand their surrender, and then they won't be free to do as they wish anymore.
As I walked into the commander's council room, I saw him sitting, having a smoke, and enjoying the view of the dancers outside the window.
"Ah, welcome," he said with a smile as he noticed me and made a motion to come in. Servants brought a chair in for me as I sat at the opposite side of the table that was in the middle of the room. "I'm so glad you could make it." Was it just me, or did his smile seem to be getting larger by the minute? "So, I take it you came to discuss a surrender?"
"Well, of course," I replied, "Why else would I have come?" I pulled out my big, shiny sword, and put it on the table. "And now, if you'll just hand over the papers for the surrender of your kingdom, I'll take them to my king, and we can get this over with. I'll even throw in a little bit more party time for you; I hate to see good party money go to waste, and it looks like you've got quite a bit of it."
The commander cocked his head a little and gave a weird half-smile. "I think you misunderstand me, I meant your surrender, saying that you will call off this meaningless war, and save the lives of your countrymen." He motioned with his hands again, giving extra emphasis on seemingly random words.
That was weird, why would I surrender? "In case you couldn't tell, sir, this sword here is no ordinary sword. It was given to me by a powerful being, and as such, I am destined to defeat you, and become ridiculously famous and rich. So if we could get this meeting over with, I saw a really nice pub out there where I'd like to whet my whistle."
His smile disappeared as he stood. Then he burst out laughing. "Sorry, I was trying to act like I was angry, but how could I be? Everything has gone according to plan!"
Paint me confused.
"You see, when the war started we were at a severe disadvantage. We had fewer soldiers than you, less competent men and weapons, even our strongholds were not up to your standards. So we decided to ask our deity for assistance. Our high cleric told us that the situation would be taken care of, and before we knew it, we heard of our enemy coming to attack us at our strongest points. I wasn't quite sure what had happened, what had made our enemy so blind as to attack us where we were the strongest. But now I know.
"Apparently you must have met our deity, or someone from him, who gave you this sword. I think the only nice thing about it is the sparkles. I heard it clang on the table, and it sounded like it was hollow. You might want to get that looked at. Anyway, it seems that it was meant to be that we would live in peace for at least a little while longer now, so if I could just have your surrender, it would be greatly appreciated. Oh, where was that pub you mentioned? It sounded really good, I'll even buy a drink for you. You are, after all, our country's champion!" He again burst into a laugh that didn't really look good on his goateed face. Well, this was awkward.
I was struck, hurt, even disgusted, but I did the only logical thing, and signed the surrender, had a drink, and walked back home.
"And that's how I ended up here; see, when I got back and told everyone of the surrender, well, I'm sure you can imagine how unhappy they were with me. So they fed me to some trolls who were living outside of one of the towns, and I guess they really wanted me to be with my sword, for they threw it to the trolls as well." The newcomer looked at the angels. "So how did you guys get here?"
(whew whew! Yeah, awesome sauce. Anyway, let me know what you think, comments are appreciated :) any thoughts on what the next story should be? Peace!)
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