The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbinger of Darkness
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, November 11, 2006 15:48
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Quote:
Originally posted by seryn:
"yes, but the one thing i would want is not to get killed, but that doesn't seem to be a option.
could we poke it towards her with big long sticks?"
*stands, hands on hip and grimaces*
"can we, I don't know, stride less? my back hurts!"
ooc - it doesn't really, but you wanted me to complain so i'm complaining!
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"Very well, Snarky we need to arrange a litter for the mistress."
In very rapid order SR and Snarky begin assembleing a makeshift litter out of cloaks, ropes and poles. Seryn insists that they shouldn't bother. SR riposts that it's absolutely no trouble and it's the first chance he's had to tinker since he's touched hard soil. Seryn strenously insists that the litter isn't necessary. SR says that it's either tinkering or he'll be forced to take off his pants again and do more deep thinking. Seryn yields. The litter is lifted it off the ground with SR in the front and Snarky in back.
"Your transport awaits Mil'Lady."
Seryn climbs aboard and finds it quite comfortable, rather like a hammock on a sunny day.
Once underway again SR picks up on the previous conversation.
"In regards to the McGuffin I think it's vaue is best used at a distance. The shear knowledge of who posseses it is worth a fortune. What say we tell some one that the Baroness knows who has it? That alone will place her castle under immediate seige and keep her conviently busy so that we can be about our business. If we really want to mix things up we can then reveal to some one else that the empress's chancellor has it. That would turn the royal court into a blody free for all. In the mean time we could just make off with the finest space chickens on this continent from the royal stables. So what do you think?"
The silence is broken only by the footsteps of SR and Snarky.
"Darling?"
No reply.
SR looks back over his shoulder and sees that Seryn has fallen fast asleep.
Scorpion Regent
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The cave that had bore the ruined ships just a few days ago had been radically transformed into a lab briming with gadgets, gizmos, whiriy things and a machine that goes BIIINNGGG. Even the knights were a little shocked at the technology that had sprung from the evil junk.
"Bring her in" Wisp said to the knights as they levitated Krysta in her cage. She was very displeased with this, if she could had got to them she would have killed everyone in the room. "you see the ball thing in the rafters??? Put her in there"
The ball thing consisted of a wire mesh cage that separated down the middle surrounded by several ciruclar metal rings. When Krysta was secured inside, the rings began to spin like a gyro and several devices moved into place around the exterior.
"What happens now??" Sir Devan asked in awe at the contraption.
"Well at the minute im running Radiometric tests but soon im gonna takes some tissue samples and stuff and get you the results by the morning. Chill big guy the hard parts over"
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Completely trapped in the network of Wards Major and Wisp's cage, the Immortal Krysta the Whisperer yelled at Wisp, her breath still frosty, her body still freezing.
He could barely hear her.
"We are not enemies, you and I. You are perhaps not considering some of the benefits of joining me. Let me out, collapse the Wards Major, and I will grant your greatest wish."
Krysta the Whisperer / the White / the Ice Queen
PS: Due to an unfortunate mishap, the awakening of Ace, Bride1, will be tomorrow evening.
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Due to an unfortunate mishap, the awakening of Ace, Bride1, will be tomorrow evening.
OOC: Won't the awakening be the unfortunate mishap?
Scorpion Regent
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Seryn wakes up by bumping her nose against the wood.
"Are we there yet?" SR rolls his eyes "I'm sorry! Ok, can you let me out? I really do have an achy back now, let me walk, please?"
They eventually stop and SR helps her up "Ok, next big town, we need to think about stealing a dog cart or a palanquin or something."
She looks up at the keep, and casually loosens the carrying straps on the unweildy crossbow.
"Yikes"
She looks aver and kisses SR on the cheek, rubs her eys and returns them to the keep "By the way I think I heard a little of your plan, I think a little well placed chaos would be to our benefit. How would you go about it?"
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Kei’s massive chicken hawk circles the Keep’s aerie landing softly. As Kei prepares to dismount, Sir Luc smacks him hard in the back of the helmet making his ears ring.
“Wha...??” Sir Kei asks in surprise as he removes his helmet.
“You great lumbering oxen!! I’ve been trying to get your attention! Your new ‘friends’ called out to you as we were leaving.”
“Indeed?” Sir Kei scratches his head “Tis Odd I did not hear them.” He shrugs his great shoulders.
“If you’d loosen that helmet…” Sir Luc grumbles as she jumps from the back of the hawk, landing with the grace of a cat.
“Let’s go.” Sir Luc grabs Sir Kei’s elbow directing him towards the door.
As they stride down the hallways, winding their way further into the keep, they pass the keep’s vast kitchen. Sir Kei skids to a halt, gazing longingly into the kitchen. Sir Luc, lost in thought, walks on a bit before she realizes Kei is no longer beside her.
Rolling her eyes, she turns back. “Why me…”
Again grabbing Kei’s elbow, she pulls, but this time, he was in no mind to move.
“Let’s GO!!” She hollers in frustration. Pushing with both hands, then both feet, then using the wall for leverage, nothing.
“Surely we have time for a little repast?” He says plaintively.
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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*stares at the vat*
Any second now...
*stares some more*
Really. It's going to happen.
*stares*
Actually, I'm just going to get a quick cup of tea then I'll be right back. And where is my evil counterpart?
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In the Sereni-Tree med lab:
She suddenly opened her eyes, and fought the urge to panic! She was submerged! What did she last remember? Was she in the middle of another mission, one that had gone bad? The water! Water filled her lungs!
No, not water. She exhaled, and breathed in the fluid again. The sensation was… disturbing, but the fluid seemed to sustain her. Was she in yet another lame death trap?
Carefully, she reached up with her left hand for the edge of the… tub? pool? vat? Slowly, with much effort, she pulled herself into a sitting position, her head and shoulders up out of the fluid. After her head broke the surface, she was overcome by a series of convulsive gasps as she expelled the fluid from her lungs and began to breathe air again.
“Ace! Welcome back!”
She blinked furiously, trying to clear her vision, get her bearings. Oh, Bride3 was standing nearby. Trey. Though she was tall and possessed reasonable strength, Trey lacked significant military training. Yes, it was only Trey. Kind. Caring.
Harmless.
There was another. SimonWho. The Doctor. Calmly sipping a cup of hot tea. Hmmmm… Many unknowns about him. Many. It would not do to let her guard down with him. He had demonstrated inexplicable abilities in the past. She did not like surprises. If she needed to take him down, it would have to be something swift. Sure. Infallible.
SimonWho put down his tea and checked some readings on his equipment. “Well, the process seems to have completed successfully.”
Process? What process? What had they done to her?
She took stock of her situation. She was sitting in a mysterious fluid, weaponless, naked, her long straight blonde hair clinging to her shoulders and back. On a nearby chair was...
On a nearby chair was a katana!
With a surprising burst of energy, Ace launched herself out of the vat and landed near the chair. Her wet feet caused her to slip a bit on the deck, and then her muscles trembled and gave out. She collapsed in a pile just out of reach of the blade.
Trey seemed concerned. “Ace, dear! You’ve been mostly dead for more than thirty threads now. Maybe you should take it easy for a while, okay?” Trey smiled, and shoved a small container toward her. “Would you like some popcorn?”
Ace muttered something incomprehensible.
Ace, Bride1
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On Zanzibar:
TheRealMe looks around, perplexed.
“Huh! Where did Ebo go?”
He scratches his head and shrugs.
“Oh, well! I suppose that we’ll see her again sometime around Thread 61.”
TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree
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