The Sereni-Tree: Quest For The Giant Firebreathing Space Chickens!
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, September 21, 2006 06:07
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"But before we go, we must take him!" Sir Devan points to the monk. "I despise the Alliance utterly, but as long as they oppose the Immortals, then we are fighting the same fight! Here, at least help me roll him down the stairs."
Sir Devan then grabs the hair of Alatariel's head and tosses the head out the window. All the while, it is glaring at him and mouthing curses as the burning body tries to stand.
"There, that might buy us a little more time."
Sir Devan, Knight of the Octagonal Order
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Wisp Throws the monk over his shoulders and follows Sir Devan down the stairs. Outside two genuine space chickens are tied up. One of them spits fire out as he sees its owner approach.
'If I just borrowed it I could leave now' Wisp thought to himself but then again here was the chance to do some actual grade A Heroics.
Sir Devan Mounted the first and took The monk from Wisp laying him over the back of his steed while Wisp mounted the spare with trepadation. As soon as he was on The Knight began riding away from the church. Wisp could see an octagon logo on the back of his cloak 'This Guy was the real deal'
Wisp Followed him and ran the chickens parrallel.
"Okay im gonna need some answers now cos we just hit 11 on the wierdometer"
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Soul wakes slowly and wanders out of his office, where he had fallen asleep earlier. He wanders through the halls until he finds Jazaf and Deuce sparring in one of the cargo bays. He heads back to the kitchen to grab a drink, and then returns to the cargo bay to watch the sparring.
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Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
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Seryn paused and considered her options.
She had two. She could go back to the town, haul the rest of them out of the pub, and attempt to get them all moving in the same direction long enough to get her honey rescued.
She'd already tried her hand at cat herding, she didn't fancy it.
The other was to look at the bleedin' obvious, embrace the cliche's and go look in the dungeons.
A matinee idol with a striped jerkin over shapely behose'd legs wandered past. Two seconds later a third option began to edge its way into her brain.
But she quashed it, and called out to the strutting peacock.
"Say, oh handsome sir... would you know where the nearest dungeons are in this place?" She smiled, one of the 'special smiles' and the man looked at her, gulped, then pointed vaguely in an easterly direction.
The castle was to the west.
She motioned for him to lead the way, and stood waiting while he oriented himself.
Ten minutes later, she knocked delicately on the grimy crumbled old wood of a large iron hinged door. Who ever had been talking paused, and a few minutes later a starlted face appeared around the door.
It pulled back and there was a murmured consultation, in the meantime she used the slight relaxation to push the door open and briskly examine the room, finally resting her eyes on the rather dishevelled and distinctly unclothed form of SR.
In the back of her throat she made a low clicking noise, and turning to the other woman in the room, rolled her eyes and asked in her best despairing tone "So go on then, what did he do?"
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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
There is a note attached.
"For Kermie From Serenity. Many Happy Returns of the Day!"
*LMD looks up from the note and into the burning sun. It's hard to say whether from happiness or brightness, but something aproximating a smile made its way onto his face for the barest of moments. He absently dropped the bottle of undistinguishable booze he'd brought out from the bar with him onto the dusty walkway and set off in a seemingly random direction.
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Originally posted by seryn:
In the back of her throat she made a low clicking noise, and turning to the other woman in the room, rolled her eyes and asked in her best despairing tone "So go on then, what did he do?"
"In order of importance or chronologically? You see the Marquesa and I were just going over some ancient history." muttered SR with a air of great wearyness.
"I am not as interested in what he has done, rather what he might do." Answered the Baroness.
Scorpion Regent
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BACK IN THE ROOM WHERE WISP ENCOUNTERED HIS FIRST IMMORTAL:
A tall thin man glides into the room, his long green robes barely brushing the floor. In one hand he holds a staff entwined with living, writhing serpents. In the other, he holds a long venomous snake which is looped about and biting its own tail. He stops to observe a charred headless corpse which is still twitching in an attempt to rise.
“My dear Alatariel, never have you looked lovelier!”
A glance from this man causes the head from a crossbow bolt to leap from the ashes to float in the air before him, where it can be easily examined. Along the edge of the arrowhead’s blade, tiny marks are inscribed in the metal.
“Well, well! Dannic runes! Impressive! And look! An approximation of your True Name. This looks like the work of the Eight, but I am surprised that they would delve into magic this dark! I suppose that they are getting desperate! Hmmm… I might as well keep this.” The head from the crossbow bolt gently floats into a pocket in the man’s voluminous robes. “After all, one never knows when one must be prepared to strike first against a rival.”
The man drops the large constrictor snake to the floor. It releases the bite on its own tail and starts to slither around the room.
“Hunt, my pet. Seek. We can’t find out what happened to her until we can find her head, yes?”
The snake wanders about the room, flicking its tongue. It ends its roundabout journey at the window sill.
“Ah, THERE you are, my dear!” he says as he pokes his own head out the window. “What are you doing all the way down there!?”
Dropped in a gutter in an alley behind the building, face down in the mud, the head of Alatariel mouths curses.
Ouroborous the Infinite
OOC: It’s odd, but now that I have met the real Citizen and Seryn, their characters on the Sereni-Tree and Special Branch have suddenly acquired British accents! 
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Alatariel observed herself in a mirror as she once again adjusted her head atop her neck. Her body had nearly completed healing itself once again. “I’m getting more than a bit tired of this. It was Devan. He used magic, of course, but something darker than usual. If I didn’t know him better, I’d think he used some Dannic invocation.”
“Devan, you say? I see. It seems unlikely to me that one such as he would risk Dannic magic. Hmmm… ‘Tis a shame, my dear, that all of your clothing was consumed in the conflagration.” Ouroborous openly leered at her naked form.
“A shame,” she agreed sarcastically. “I don’t suppose that you could spare me a tunic or a robe or something?”
An evil smile spread across her companion’s face. “Why, my dear, I would be delighted to aid you, except, of course, for the fact that my own wardrobe has been tailored to perfection! Were I to loan you as much as a hanky, why, my own appearance would suffer incalculably!” The tall man continued to smile and leer at the woman’s young naked body.
Resigned, Alatariel sighed and rummaged through closets and chests until she found some priestly robes that she could use to cover herself. “Why have you come alone? If only I had more support against Devan, then…”
“Then even MORE of us could have witnessed your humiliation, my dear.”
“No! This is a matter of gravest…”
“Alatariel, my dear, you have been recalled. No argument.”
She paused in pulling robes over her head. She was not expecting that. “Why, Ouroborous? Who? By what authority?” She finished dressing, and admired the view in the mirror.
“These orders came directly from the lips of Adelle herself.” Ouroborous waited with anticipation to see Alatariel’s reaction. He was not disappointed.
Fear quivered in the pit of Alatariel’s stomach, and she gulped. “Adelle the Burner? Why would she take an interest?”
“She discovered that some of your latest chimeras had escaped. You are to answer for that.”
She shrugged. “The human-chicken crossbreeds? They were nothing. A distraction. A hobby. Toys.”
“Toys indeed, but toys with enough of a mind to lead our enemies back to our primary sanctum.” Ouroborous was clearly enjoying himself as he continued in a pleasant tone. “Which ones got away again? Please refresh my memory, my dear.”
She was becoming irritated now. “I’m sure your memory was quite clear when you reported me to Adelle! I made twenty-one human-chicken chimeras. Five escaped by tricking the guards during feeding time, a rather elaborate plan that required significant co-operation amongst them. They were numbers Three, Seven, Nine, Thirteen, and Seventeen. I know that I should have been more careful about the odd-numbered ones. Anyway, Three and Seventeen were caught by magical traps on the outer grounds. Seven and Nine were later hunted down by the Shadow Hounds.”
“And Thirteen?”
She fidgeted with the robe, unable to make the coarse, bulky garment conform to anything approaching fashion. “I don’t know where Thirteen is.”
Ouroborous smiled. “I do. It is at the Royal Castle among our greatest enemies, with information in its head that could impede the Great Project, and THAT is the reason that Adelle the Burner wants you recalled. You are to report to the Empress herself and explain this matter to her satisfaction…” He paused for effect. “In person.”
“In… In person? The Empress?” For the first time in several decades, Alatariel experienced pure terror.
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Wisp and the knight rode side by side for a while, but then Sir Devan called a halt. With one boot, he pushed the monk off the back of Wisp's mount and into the muddy street. "I don't want to be TOO nice to him."
They ride their giant chickens a bit farther, then Sir Devan turns to Wisp. "Very well, young sir. What would you like to know about? The Order of the Octagon, the Oracular Prophesy of the Harbringer of Doom, the Lord Baron's castle, the Immortals, or the monsters that the Immortals manufacture?"
Sir Devan of the Order of the Octagon
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As a public service, here is where I think people are:
On the Planet Zanzibar:
If I am not mistaken, then 13, Seryn, and ScorpionRegent are in the castle dungeon (where is Snarky?); Wisp is riding in the village with Sir Devan; LightMeDark is walking around town and has just had a package drop into his hands; Jadehand has just awakened and is ready for the day; and Cozen, Jake7, Mai, TheRealMe, and Xander/Ash are in the village inn (probably still sleeping in the common room).
In orbit in the Sereni-Tree:
SimonWho in acting command, SoulOfSerenity, the Brides (including Serenity), Seraphina, the Faeries, the Yeti, and others.
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