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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 4:47 am
~The Background to the Story~ It all began with the existance of the gods. Before time and space these magnificent spirits roamed the nothingness, a domain uncomprehensable to the human mind. Despite their greatness, the gods, in the mist of the eternity that they themselves existed in, became bored and lonely. With the lust for entertainment and enjoyment, the gods created a world where there was such a thing as time and matter; the world in which you and I live in today. The creatures which they created captivated the gods greatly, for their actions were usually rash, unpredictable and even terrifying. It seemed, that for many millenia, the gods would be happily engrossed in their creation forever. However, something went horribly wrong. A strange idea or philosophy soon emerged within the creatures' minds; a way of life that began to spread like wildfire. It was the doctrine of peace and love. At first, the gods ignored the problem, for it first started small and seemed to be no threat; it was just one of the many glitches that had showed up over the thousands of years they had watched. However, the longer it lasted, the more powerful it became... and soon it became such a threat that all entertainment, if the viewpoint continued to grow, would soon end. Dreading that they would loose all that they worked so hard to achieve, the gods immediately decided to take action and intervene... which they did many times whenever something went wrong. But there was a problem. Even though they had created it themselves, even though they were THE beings that were always there, the gods that were there before existance... they could not break through. The power of love and peace, a lowly living creation concocted by their own creations, was too powerful, even for them. No matter how much they tried, the strange phenomenon could not be beaten or destroyed. All they could do was watch. However, as one would expect, the creatures that the gods had created believed that they, (the creations of the world), must have been created by something higher, for, everything that was, was created by something else. Therefore, in their minds, there had to be some kind of deity or deities watching over them who had made them. In their pursuit for wisdom of the great beyond, the creatures prayed. Prayer, another creation made by the creations themselves, was strong enough to break through the "barrier" between the gods and the creations. Excited by the sudden connection that they now had with their beautiful concoction, the gods communicated the best they could with the creatures... However, as life has shown to many of the living, prayer is a state of being that is not a physical bond between a person and a deity; it is one based more on belief. Because of this, the gods could not send their message of destruction which they wanted so badly to convey to the creations. However, within a bag of apples, there is always a rotten one; a mind different from those around them... a creature who does not agree with the values of such things like peace and love. In this world, there was a man just like that in existance. This man, who went by the name of Arajar, wanted the same things as the gods did... Not only that, but Arajar prayed to the gods daily. Because his mind was so intuned with the wishes of the gods, the connection that he had with the gods was greater than the others. And soon, Arajar was able to interpret everything. Finally, one of the gods was able to transfer itself into that one man.... ~The Part YOU Come In~ Even though Arajar was possessed by one of the gods, the god who possessed him was limited greatly, since he was inside a mortal and in a world away from his "peers". Wanting to destroy the problem at the core, Arajar traveled to the main Kingdom which ruled over all. Now, in this world there was one man beloved by all. This man was, if one could believe, perfection; he was what held everything together. Arajar, who was dying from the strain had to act fast. In an effort to create entertainment for its "peers", Arajar cast a spell upon the King. The spell was, that every night, the King would transform into a hideous creature, like a dragon, giant, troll, demon etc., that wold destroy everything in sight. However, once day came, the King would return back to normal... Arajar died immediately after casting the spell and the bond between him and the gods was broken forever. However, ever since that fateful day, the King, once the sun set, turned into a furocious creature that destroyed everything it could. The people, terrorfied, tried to heal the King, but nothing could be done. And everytime they failed to heal him, that just made it possible for the King as a creature to create more havoc. Now, ever since the beginning, there has been a myth about a Magic Spring that could heal all desease. As one would expect, many a man went out to try and search for it, but no such thing was ever found. And soon, the myth was just forgotten. But now, the myth has been brought back up. Could it really exist? It had to, for it was their only hope.... Who will go on the journey of finding the Spring, enduring the horrors of the King at night and not being able to kill him? .... your journey awaits (C)opyrighted December 31, 2006 Jamey Wyman-Blackburn Yah... I am being gay, but I really like it...
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 5:24 am
Members idea You make your own format/character sheet for your own character... but PLEASE put your gaia name somewhere (please be reasonable...) idea You can only join as one of the people who are escourting the King to the Springs idea This is fantasy-based... please keep species/races/items/weapons etc. in the "past". Think medieval mythology... idea I am going to be the King who transforms!!! ------------ 1. Gaia Name: brocoli_apocolypse Character Name: King Ryoto Status: King of All Appearance (normal):  Appearance Transfomrations (WILL BE UPDATED): ~None yet~ 2. Gaia name: Waterbender2000 Name: Ninn Souflame Age: 23 Race: Even Status: noble rouge Appearance: Weapons: but he has two of these 3. Username: TheSnazzmeister Character Name: Glod Irontoe Age: 87 Race: Dwarf Status: Captain of the Royal Guard Appearance: Towering over his peers at 4'2", Glod is very very tall for a Dwarf. However, he still retains the extremely dense bone and muscle mass that is typical of them, and so still weighs in at 240 lbs (around 120 kilograms). His eyes are brown with flecks of rust in them, and his hair is auburn. His shoulders are broad, leading to thick, muscular arms, leading to powerful, callused, grizzled hands. His torso is also thick and muscular, thick because it is a Dwarven torso and muscular because he spends all of his free time training. His legs are, again, thick and muscular, and his feet are relatively large, giving him extra balance when on firm ground. He always wears at least heavy chainmail armor, usually with plate armor on top of that, and takes his name from the boots that he wears, which, indeed, have iron toes. Because he has been wearing this outfit for fifty or sixty years (Dwarves live much longer than humans), he can move as easily through the streets with full plate armor as most people can with silk robes. Unfortunately, unlike silk robes, plate armor and chainmail make a lot of noise, and so Glod has developed a dislike for those that use stealth instead of strength. As a dwarf, he sports a long beard which he keeps in braids. Brief History: As a child, Glod was often shunned from the Dwarven community for his unnatural height. His parents did their best to console him, but the taunting was much too fierce, and he was sick of hitting his head on the low doorways and tunnels. After a particularly bad bump on his forehead as he walked to mining school, leading to another horrific round of "Tease The Tall One", Glod calmly walked home, packed up a few essential things, like money, food, and a few keepsakes, and left the underground community in favor of the Capital City. He was 23 years old. Hearing that Dwarves were generally favored in such vocations as policemen and bodyguards, Glod applied to join the City Guard, changing his name to fit his favourite article of clothing (his boots). He quickly rose through the ranks, by reason of his hardiness, shrewdness, attention to detail, and absolute loyalty to the city. At the age of 30, he was promoted out of the City Guard and into the Royal Guard. It was here that he really blossomed, as he was allowed better armor and weapons, and so felt that he should work harder to earn them. He became thoroughly muscular and comfortable with all heavy melee weapons and some long-distance weapons, though he preferred the melee weapons. After more than fifty years of service, it is hardly surprising that he is now the Captain of the Royal Guard. However, despite all of his success, he still writes a letter every week to his family. Weapons: Glod greatly favors his Greataxe, which he has christened "Kneebiter". However, as a member of the Royal Guard, he is also required to carry a dagger and a composite bow. He isn't exactly the best with the dagger, having for the large part left it alone because it doesn't "have a very good weight to it, know what I mean?" He often forgets it at home, but makes up for this by keeping Kneebiter in tip-top shape. Sometimes, though, he trades out Kneebiter for a sledgehammer, which he refers to as "The Molar". He is also proficient in unarmed combat, and is aided greatly by his iron-toed boots (as yet unnamed). 4. Gaian Name:Character Name: Kyria Tovani Age: 25 Race: Elvish Gender: Female Position: Scout / Messenger Weaponry: Kyria uses an enormous, specialized recurve bow and equally large arrows. People often wonder where she wields the strength to even carry the device, much less fire it. Very Short History: Kyria was recruited into a small group of the King's scouts at the ripe age of twenty, after undergoing serious training in the area. Along with said training came the extensive knowledge of nature and herbs, as well as healing ritual. Upon hearing of the king's journey, the loyal young woman voulenteered her services to act as a scout, a messenger, a healer, or an archer in the small party that is to escort him. Accepted gladly, she prepares for the long journey ahead. Other: Kyria has served in the King's household as a sort of advisor to those in his family, and even he himself. This was all before she left to persue her training, so she hasn't seen the family in seven years... Appearance:  5. Gaian Name: -FoxyKerri- Character Name: Princess Aurora Age: 18 Race: Human Gender: Female Position: Princess Weaponry: Aurora uses a pair of daggers- as they are the smallest, most-easily-hidden, and easy to use for her smaller, feminine hands. Though quick with these weapons, she hasn't fully recieved defensive training for close-combat, thus she tends to avoid it. Short History: Aurora lived a very, very normal life- for a princess. Maids and servants bustling around a large, extravagant home. She grew up very, very close to her parents and their advisor, Kyria. However, her mother died when she reached the age of thirteen. Though it saddened them, this event only brought Aurora and her father closer. She recovered fairly well, until recently, that is. As soon as her father was cursed, the young woman became afraid for him, worrying day and night over his safety. Her feelings were augmented with the departure of her close friend, Kyria, as the elvish woman went to train for the future. She fears losing him as she lost her mother... and she fears having nobody around to keep her company. Aurora is known to stay up every night that her father is 'transformed', worried half to death over him and his safety. Other: She only wants what everyone else in the land wants: Her father's healing. This is why she sneaks along on his journey. He obviously wouldn't approve of her going- but his life means more to this young woman than her own. Such selflessness is one of Aurora's more magnificent traits. Appearance: 6. Character Name: Quill Inkkani Age: 24 Gender: female Race: Human Status: powerful witch Appearance: QuillWeapon: Magic staff/ small hidden dagger History: Yes, Quill is a very powerful witch, but nearly everyone has their limitations. She cannot bring anyone back from the grave or make 'love potions' (If one more love-sick teen requests this of her she will crack) she cannot go back in time, nor can she stop time. Quill is also a very isolated person, so do not expect any favors of her. She hates being in debt to another person. Her spells vary and range from harmless to deadly. Quill's magic shields cannot be pierced by mere punches or someone's mediocre attempts at magic, however should her powers be matched... No one is quite sure of Quill's past, even she has questions unanswered. Why is such a person on a quest to save the king? Only Quill could tell you that...[/
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 7:12 am
Gaia name: Waterbender2000 Name: Ninn Souflame Age: 23 Race: Even Status: noble rouge Appearance: Weapons: but he has two of these
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:35 pm
Username: TheSnazzmeister
Character Name: Glod Irontoe
Age: 87
Race: Dwarf
Status: Captain of the Royal Guard
Appearance: Towering over his peers at 4'2", Glod is very very tall for a Dwarf. However, he still retains the extremely dense bone and muscle mass that is typical of them, and so still weighs in at 240 lbs (around 120 kilograms). His eyes are brown with flecks of rust in them, and his hair is auburn. His shoulders are broad, leading to thick, muscular arms, leading to powerful, callused, grizzled hands. His torso is also thick and muscular, thick because it is a Dwarven torso and muscular because he spends all of his free time training. His legs are, again, thick and muscular, and his feet are relatively large, giving him extra balance when on firm ground. He always wears at least heavy chainmail armor, usually with plate armor on top of that, and takes his name from the boots that he wears, which, indeed, have iron toes. Because he has been wearing this outfit for fifty or sixty years (Dwarves live much longer than humans), he can move as easily through the streets with full plate armor as most people can with silk robes. Unfortunately, unlike silk robes, plate armor and chainmail make a lot of noise, and so Glod has developed a dislike for those that use stealth instead of strength. As a dwarf, he sports a long beard which he keeps in braids.
Brief History: As a child, Glod was often shunned from the Dwarven community for his unnatural height. His parents did their best to console him, but the taunting was much too fierce, and he was sick of hitting his head on the low doorways and tunnels. After a particularly bad bump on his forehead as he walked to mining school, leading to another horrific round of "Tease The Tall One", Glod calmly walked home, packed up a few essential things, like money, food, and a few keepsakes, and left the underground community in favor of the Capital City. He was 23 years old. Hearing that Dwarves were generally favored in such vocations as policemen and bodyguards, Glod applied to join the City Guard, changing his name to fit his favourite article of clothing (his boots). He quickly rose through the ranks, by reason of his hardiness, shrewdness, attention to detail, and absolute loyalty to the city. At the age of 30, he was promoted out of the City Guard and into the Royal Guard. It was here that he really blossomed, as he was allowed better armor and weapons, and so felt that he should work harder to earn them. He became thoroughly muscular and comfortable with all heavy melee weapons and some long-distance weapons, though he preferred the melee weapons. After more than fifty years of service, it is hardly surprising that he is now the Captain of the Royal Guard. However, despite all of his success, he still writes a letter every week to his family.
Weapons: Glod greatly favors his Greataxe, which he has christened "Kneebiter". However, as a member of the Royal Guard, he is also required to carry a dagger and a composite bow. He isn't exactly the best with the dagger, having for the large part left it alone because it doesn't "have a very good weight to it, know what I mean?" He often forgets it at home, but makes up for this by keeping Kneebiter in tip-top shape. Sometimes, though, he trades out Kneebiter for a sledgehammer, which he refers to as "The Molar". He is also proficient in unarmed combat, and is aided greatly by his iron-toed boots (as yet unnamed).
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:16 pm
King Ryoto awoke in darkness. Cursing, the elder tried to move, but found that he couldn't due to the fact that something quite large was lying on top of his frail figure. The only thing that he could do was open his eyes and look around him. For awhile that proved to be a useless for he could not see a single thing. However, as the minutes passed, the King found that he was able to see the outlines of shapes that surrounded him. And soon he was able to define the area where he was... or what was left of it. The area in which which he lay in was once a mighty Cathedral, created to worship the gods that looked down upon them. But now it was just a pile of rubble, rubble that had fallen ontop of him which explained the reason why he could not move.
For a moment, Ryoto could not explain the meaning for the destruction of the Cathedral and anger soon began to overwhelm him. Had they been attacked? It seemed almost impossible, for there had not been a war or a battle of any sort of many decades. Could it be a natural disaster, then? It was very possible, but those were also very scarse. However, when those did occur, none of them could completely destroy the Cathedral that now lay in ruins around him; they had been able to cause a great amount of damage, but never was there complete desolation. Getting quite aggrivated, the elder tried to move. However, as soon as he did so, a burst of pain shot up his spine and traveled into head, causing a flash of white light to burst into front of his eyes. "Dammit..." Ryoto fell back onto the ground, defeated. There was no way that he could get out on his own, so all he could do was wait for someone to find him.
As the sun began to rise over the horizon, the King lay there lost in his thoughts, trying to remember everything that had happened before he had fallen asleep the night before. As Ryoto searched through his thoughts, memories of the night soon came to him in flashes. He could remember buildings falling down wherever he went and people running from him, looking upon him with fear and dread. But why? It was then that he remembered... the curse that had been placed upon him. He himself had destroyed the Cathedral with his own bare hands... or with something else that could have grown from his body. "So, the wizard failed," muttered the King, closing his eyes as light began to shine through the ruins. "I had trusted him... he seemed so confident in his spell that even I believed that he was going to succeed. But now, I am back where I started. I cannot be healed."
The King laid there under the rocks and debris for quite some time before any help came. Ten worn out soldiers soon came into the remains of the cathedral, their voices calling out for his name; it seemed that they had been searching for quite some time, for they had bags under their eyes and their faces were weathered, probably from the horrors they had to sustain from dealing with his transformation. The King tried for the longest time to call out to them, but no sound louder than a whisper could escape his battered and crushed frame. However, luckily, one of the soldiers spotted him and soon his figure was pulled from the wreckage and placed on the ground. "Go," said the King weakly, as the soldiers gathered around his figure. "But sir," said one of the men. "We have to bring you to..."
"I told you to go," interupted Ryoto. "Or are you going to disobey my orders. All of you can go and tell the others. I just need some time to myself..." The men could just stand there for a few minutes in confusion after the King spoke. However, they soon were able to process the message and were able to leave the King alone in the ruin. After the last footstep disappeared into the distance, the King pulled himself to his feet (with much difficulty) and stummbled toward a sharp metal rod that lay within the debris. After picking it up in his frail hands, the King looked upon it, his entire body shaking. "I am just a burden now to my people. They keep on trying to protect me, when it is they who should be protected. If I die, than there will be no more suffering... this is for my people..." And with those final words, the King rose the metal rod up to his throat, preparing to jab it through his neck which would silence him forever...
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:13 pm
[[ I'm giving Ryoto a daughter. Deal with it. ]]
A smile passed over the youthful face of Kyria Tovani as she stood in the enormous foyer of the King's palace, conversing with a friend from years passed. Seven years, to be exact. The princess, daugher of the king, giggled happily at the return of her golden-haired friend. However, her happiness soon faded as she remembered her father's plight. "Kyria..." She began timidly, knowing that her father hadn't returned from when he'd transformed. At least, not yet. "Would you mind checking on my father, wherever he is? I... worry about him." The young raven-haired female looked to Kyria with begging eyes. With a nod, Kyria agreed. After all, she'd once worked for this family, what was another favor for an old friend?
A sigh of relief came from the princess as she began to walk with her elvish friend to the main doors. "I'm sure he'll be glad to see you. You've been gone from our home so very long. Having you back is like a breath of fresh air." She smiled, and Kyria returned the expression. "I'll return shortly, then." She informed her friend, before turning and stepping out into the city's pathways.
As the doors swung shut behind Kyria, the princess whispered a few words of thanks, and a brief prayer for her father's safety.
Weaving speedily through the streets, Kyria wasn't in much of a rush. Her movement speed was quick by nature. Or... schooling, rather. It was only natural for the scout. A rather large amount of attention seemed to be focused upon the Cathedral, or, where the Cathedral once was, rather. Therefore, she headed in that direction.
Moments after she'd arrived, though, a series of guards... ten, it seemed, came out of the wrecked building, asking everyone to leave the area and leave the king to his solitude. This caused Kyria to tilt her head only slightly to the side in a gesture of confusion.
She was able to slip inside with ease, though. It was only natural, after her years of training with the best scouts. A scout could never be seen by the enemy, after all.
As she navigated slowly through the rubble and debris, she spotted the isolated figure of her King. Just seeing the familiar face brought a smile to her, but the expression quickly changed to one of sadness as he lift what appeared to be a broken support rod from the wreckage. Shaking her head solemnly, she watched as he pulled the dangerous article to his throat.
Slipping into the open just behind the man and to the side, she spoke, raising her voice only loud enough for him to hear. "We'd be worse off, you know." Though her voice had changed slightly since she'd served in his house, he was sure to recognize it. That was, unless this curse had affected his memories as well. That would be tragic.
Though she didn't address him with the usual respect that people did, at least not in this instance, her tone held the hidden respect that she still had for him after the years. He was truly a great ruler. This was why her words held truth. The people simply adored him, and to see him the way he was wrenched the elvish female's stomach.
Holding her ground at a distance, her dark blue eyes simply stared in wonder.
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 7:25 am
((Kerri: YOU b***h!! I wanted a son!! What about my heir!? DAMMIT, YOU HAVE RUINED THE BLOODLINE OF MY KINGDOM!!! ... You have destroyed the future of our proud kingdom. How do you feel about that? I do not want to deal with womanly problems... a boy would have been much more easier to deal with....
Waterbender: ....you can't do that. I am the king....))
Ryoto felt the metal against his throat as he pressed it to his flesh, allowing the sharp edges to release a small amount of blood which trickled onto his torn garments. Strangely enough, the pain in which he felt, the cool touch of the rod which would kill him against his skin, was almost a relief. Before, when he had fought in battles (many many years ago), when the enemy had pressed their weapons against his figure, the King had felt fear, anguish, pain and the dread of loosing his life. But now he felt almost freed; it was as if he was holding the key to a way out, to a better way that would lead his people to a better future. With him out of the way, his people would be able to grow and rebuild everything he had destroyed. But with him alive, they could only watch from the sidelines as he tore everything to the ground, destroying everything they had worked so hard to create. Yes, this had to be the only way.
The king's fingers tightened upon the rod as he prepared himself to shove it through his throat. Aurora, my beautiful daughter, may you grow up to be a fine woman, a woman who will one day rule this kingdom... I am sorry that I couldn't have been a better father... As the King prayed for his daughter, a tear formed in the crevice in his eye, which soon overflowed and trickled down the side of his face. She, Aurora, was the only thing he would hate leaving behind in the world. He did not want to abandon her with his death, but there was nothing else he could do for her. As long as he was alive, she was in danger. Not only that, but, because of his condition, she lived in constant worry for his health. When he died, it would bring her great pain, however, it would be a pain that would soon pass, while, if he stayed alive, the constant paing of worry would stay with her forever... a feeling that would kill her from the inside out; he could not have that. If only Kyria was here... she had been such a good friend and guardian for her. But ever since she left, Aurora had nothing... nothing except a demented cursed father...
Another tear streamed down the king's cheek as he pressed the metal rod further into his neck. He did not want to leave her, but there was no other way. Please, do not hate me, my beautiful rose... And just as his muscles tightened for the final thrust, a voice tore into the silence, tearing away at the mood Ryoto had created. Not only that, but the King recognized the voice; there was no doubt about who the speaker was and joy filled him. Would it be true if the Kingdom was worse without him? Was there indeed hope for himself and his daughter? "I... am a wreck," said the King, his hands loosening their grasp around the rod. "Please, take me to my daughter... she, she needs me." And with those final words, the King's eyes fluttered back and, due to the great loss of blood, fell onto the ground, crumpling into fetal position The only sound that could heard was the din of the metal hitting the ground before it finally lay to rest against the King's fallen figure...
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 1:50 pm
"He what?" exclaimed Glod, slamming his open hand on the table.
The leader of the volunteer king-finding expedition nodded his head. "He sent us away, sir. Didn't give any reason for it. Just said go away. He seemed kind of out of it, sir." The volunteer king-finder knitted his eyebrows, looking for guidance from the Captain of the Royal Guard. "Should we have not obeyed him? He is the king, after all." Glod cradled his face in his hand, kneading his brow with his thumb and forefinger.
"Yes, he's the king, but you don't just abandon someone who was nearly crushed by a pillar. What you do is you walk away, out of sight, and you keep an eye on him to make sure he's not completely delirious, so he doesn't do anything stupid. Not that he would, but you never know what a pillar can do to someone. You make sure that you stay out of sight, but keep him in yours. Don't let him know you're there. It's one of the first things you learn as a guard of anybody, let alone the royal guard. Never let them be completely alone. Just let them think that's the case." Glod looked up from his hand. "Now that you're here, you'd better not go back, but keep that in mind for future reference, okay?"
The lead volunteer cowered in face of the logic behind this. He was one of the loving, loyal citizens of the king, and he happened to be in the army. When the king didn't show up the morning after he had ruined the cathedral, he had been concerned, and had organized the search party out of his squad. Indeed, they had been out for a while, looking for the king all around the city. They started and finished at the cathedral, ending in the success of finding him. However, they were all really tired, and became thoroughly confused when he ordered them to leave him alone. In a state of exhausted confusion like that, you follow the orders of the only one who seems to have it together, and so they had. But now, the soldier was in front of Glod, who seemed to be just as tired, but much more intelligent even with his sleep deprivation. The soldier sighed, corrected his stance to one of sharp military attention, and saluted.
"My apologies, sir. Thank you for the advice. I will make sure to bear attention to it next time."
"You do that. Dismissed."
As the soldier left his office, Glod leaned back in his chair and covered his face with his hands, slowly pulling them down and stretching his face. For the past week, he had been operating solely on adrenaline and coffee with nearly no sleep or food. He had reached that special point of exhaustion where everything is suddenly clear. His mind realized that pleading for sustainance wouldn't get it anywhere, and it might as well work to capacity so that its work wouldn't last as long. His body agreed, and the only things showing Glod's lack of sleep were his eyes, which her bloodshot and bagged.
He got up and made himself another cup of coffee.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 9:37 pm
[[ I said deal with it, you whiner. ]]
Kyria continued to watch, somewhat timidly, from her place in the shadows as her elvish eyes noted the streams that stained his cheeks from his tears. This caused the girl a moderate amount of despair, as she couldn't fully understand what he was going through. She did see his lament, however, and seeing the sadness of someone you respect is enough to down anyone's mood.
Emerging from the shadow as the king fell, she darted to his side, looking down with concerned eyes as he lay upon the rubble-coated ground. Crouching to pick up the metal rod, she promptly threw it across the destroyed building. She'd need help to remove him from the debris without harming him, and nobody needed to see the bloodied metal. Nobody needed to think less of, or worry more for his sake. It would only serve to cause him more despair.
Moving again, Kyria walked outside into the sunlight to find two of the guards from earlier. They seemed to be just returning to the outside of the Cathedral, waiting and leaving the King alone as he had commanded. Barking to them, the young woman's brow furrowed to display her seriousness.
"You two. Inside now, and leave your weapons. You'll need free hands." She said, her voice demanding. Kyria then went back in, the two stronger men in tow. Stepping to the side to allow them near their leader, she watched obsessively, making sure they did nothing incorrectly. "Lift him and follow me. And good gods, be extremely careful." Without another word, she was out the doors, or, rather, what remained of them.
Rushing back toward his palace where the princess awaited anxiously, Kyria found herself irritated that the men weren't keeping up. Even though they were carrying the King, she found it unacceptable. After all, her sisters (the other elite scouts) were known for their extreme speed and seriousness- even in times as tense as when the life of another was lingering.
Accepting that they simply weren't trained in the same areas as she, Kyria slowed her pace just enough for the men to keep up with her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:14 am
((Yah, a major brain fart.... I have a paper to write and the tv is on... and I'm tired... deal with it... I mean, I have to deal with having a daughter because of a certain someone... and on top of that, she is HOT!))
The King had been swiftly taken to the palace where he was soon placed in his own bed and there he rested for quite sometime until he woke to the sound of people speaking in harsh whispers above him. Not wanting to interupt their words, the King lay in wait, pretending to still be asleep. Of course, one would think that he could have just awoken and made it known to them, since he would be able to find out what they were talking about anyway (since he was King and was entitled to such things). However, despite this fact, Ryoto wanted to hear of what they said when they thought that he was unconcious. So there he lay, soaking in their words like a sponge.
There were only three of them and he could identify everyone of their voices; they were all members of the council, in fact, they were the leaders of the council. As they spoke, the King listened intently to their words. The subject of which they spoke of was of a myth, a myth which Ryoto himself was quite familiar with, along with the rest of the Kingdom. However, it was also quite notorious for being a myth which all had given up hope on. However, hearing the words of the Council Leaders made it seem as though that the myth was possibly or more likely hopefully a reality once more. Ryoto sighed, as all hope inside of him melted away. If they were turning to the Healing Springs of being his only hope then there was indeed none left for him.
The meeting ended with the council leaders comming to the conclusion that a party of individuals would go out on a mission to find the Healing Springs with Ryoto in their company. And they would not return unless they found the Springs. That meant that he would never be able to see his Kingdom again for, there was no way that the myth of the Healing Springs could be real. However, that was what the three men came up with and after they came to that conclusion, the Council Leaders left the King's Chambers, leaving him alone once more...
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Busted_Pu55y_lips Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 12:57 pm
(( Ha ha! My turn for a novel, fools! ))
The same soldier was standing before Glod's desk. His expression was pained. He didn't have very good news.
"He what?" said Glod. He wasn't angry this time. Anger was a possibility, yes, but a stupid possibility.
"He sent us away," gulp, "to attempt suicide. Sir."
Glod said something that would have been censored by the FCC, stared at a patch in the wall. He made his mind up that he wouldn't get angry at the soldier in front of him. After all, he had volunteered to go find the king. He had had good intentions. Still staring at the wall, he said, without any inflection of voice or facial expression, "Do you understand now why you never, never, never leave your charge alone for any amount of time?"
And that was worse, to the soldier, than any amount of yelling that Glod could have done. However, it was a question, and it was in earnest, and so it merited an earnest answer.
"Yes, sir. There is no possible way that I will ever forget that at this point, sir."
"Do you have any idea what shape this country would have been in if Kyria had not shown up when she did?"
"No, sir."
"Neither do I, soldier. Neither do I."
The soldier took this as his cue to leave. Somehow, that little person, that Dwarf, was scarier staring at a patch of wall than any of the drill sergeants that the soldier had ever had before in his life. It took all of his self control not to run away from that office.
Glod glanced at the cup of coffee that he had never had the chance to drink. It was in the middle of his desk. He pushed it to the side. There was no way that he could handle this on no food and no sleep. Operating completely on automatic, Glod grabbed the pillow he kept in his desk (for emergencies only), laid it where the coffee cup had been, and flopped forward. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
A few hours later, just as it so happened at roughly the same time as the King awoke, Glod roused himself from sleep. He felt immeasurably better. His mind raced, his body craved action. He pushed his chair back, replaced his pillow in its drawer, stood up, and walked into the break room. In every law enforcement break room, there is food to keep the law enforcers satiated, and in universes without doughnuts, there is filling, high energy food. When Glod walked in, there was an abundance. He walked out with half of it in his stomach.
Sleep.
Check.
Food.
Check.
He asked a passerby where the King was recuperating, and was directed down a hallway and to the left. As he approached the room, three Council members walked out, muttering something about the mythical Healing Springs. Marking that as "possibly important", Glod filed it into the back of his mind. He walked into the room with the King, and seated himself at his King's side. This wasn't for rest, though. He was a Dwarf. In order to get up on a chair, you have to sit on it. He turned his body and stood up on the cushion. He leaned over his Lord, and kissed his apparently recumbent figure on the forehead, whispering "Strength and Faith, my Liege. These are hard times, but they will serve to define the good times that are coming. I live to serve." He didn't know that Ryoto was awake, but he felt that he ought to say this to the man whose life was entrusted to him.
Glod sat back down, this time as one might to provide company to a hospital patient.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:28 pm
[[ And here you are! The abomination daughter. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *maniacal cackle* ]]
Though Kyria had told her to sit tight and not worry, Princess Aurora couldn't help but fret. She hadn't the slightest idea where her father was, or how he was, and nobody would tell her anything. She spent the hour that Kyria was away pacing back and forth in the foyer, a concerned look on her face. She didn't -want- to be spoken to by anyone save Kyria, at this point.
Her head quickly snapped upward as the sound of the front doors flying open. Seeing the elvish Kyria enter first, her heart skipped a beat. Where was her father? However, her nervousness was slightly put to rest as two worn-out guards came in, hauling her father's crumpled figure. As her emerald eyes found his closed lids, and quickly held an angered look about them. "What's the matter with him? Answer me!" She said, speaking with an angered, demanding tone.
She was silenced by Kyria, however, as the elvish woman pushed one of her hands to Aurora's lips and hushed her. Watching as the men gained aide in carrying the King up the steps to his chamber, she found herself more worried than before. "Kyria... is he going to be alright?" She asked, her tone now pleading.
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As soon as the maids told her that the council had left his chambers, Aurora rushed in and quickly to his bedside, as fast as her feet could carry her. He appeared still sleeping, and this caused her to frown slightly. Her gaze shift onto a dwarf that sat at his side, and she recognized him as the captain of her father's guard, Glod. "Have they said anything?" She inquired softly, wondering if he had heard anything before her.
People were terrible with informing the princess of her father's wellbeing. It was a touch infuriating.
Looking back to Ryoto, she leaned against the bedpost at the foot of the bed. 'I'm not leaving until he's awake. They can't pull me away again.' She vowed to herself with a nervous sigh.
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