The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbringer of Darkness, Part 2
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Thursday, December 21, 2006 13:42
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Yes! I am very ready! Let's go.
Think Sera is too little to go sledding?
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Maybe. But we could put her in one of those little pull-wagon thingies and walk her around. I bet she'd love that.
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
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Aw, she's such a cute baby.
*makes himself a cup of tea*
Though I advise as a doctor that you should all wrap up warm when playing in a cold environment. I don't want to treat a dozen people for the sniffles.
Ugh. This milk tastes off.
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*eyeroll*
Did you drink out of the container with the blue lid?
Can you not read the sign that says "DO NOT DRINK" on it?
Who do you think you are? Alice?
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
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Aaachooooooooooo! *sneezes all over SW
Heh. Oops. Sorry about that. Maybe going into the cold will freeze away all these cold germs!
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Ath having disappeared off somewhere, Seryn makes her way to the kitchen, makes herself a cup of tea, then goes to do some christmas shopping.
Well, she puts a call through to a mad scientist she knows, and orders a load of boxes.
Then she waits, make another cup of tea, waits a little more then grins as a proximity alarm goes off.
In the loading bay, a small craft lands, drops the boxes onto the floor and buzzes off again. Seryn then loads them onto a palet, and drags them off to the common room, where she selects the prettiest pictures from a years worth of newspapers and wraps them all up with ribbons and froufy bows.
Seeing as Simonwho is nearest, she hands him his prettily (and environmentally friendly wrapped) box.
Then she leave another with peanut butter smudged on it in the kitchen, then goes off to find Serenity and Mai to give them theirs. Leaving Simonwho scratching his head over why Seryn just wrapped and handed him an empty box.
If he would read the lable, it would say - 'DO NOT open before December 25th. Box will produce object most desired if placed by bed whilst recipiant is asleep. Neat innit?'
Isn't sanity really a one trick pony, anyway? I mean all you get is one trick, rational thinking! But when you're good and crazy...ooh hoo hoo hoo... the skys the limit!
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At the Keep of the Octagonal Order, on the planet Zanzibar:
A spot of light appears in the bailey of the keep. It expands to become a ring of fire as tall as a person, surrounding a dark void. From this hole in reality steps TheRealMe and Jake7. Among other things, they are carrying Jadehand’s five soul jar detectors. TheRealMe is fatigued. “Whew! It’s been a while since I did that.”
Immediately, they are surrounded by thirty warriors with long pointy spears.
“Huh… Hi! Would Sir Kei be anywhere around?”
Then beyond crumbling wall, TheRealMe observes the ongoing struggle of titans between the Luc-monster and the Special Project. He whistles long and low. “Wow! The last time I saw something like that was ‘Godzilla Versus Mothra’!”
Jake7 steps forward, facing numerous spears pointed at her face. “Is Sir Kei around? We know him.”
“We’ve MET him,” TheRealMe amends, wondering if Kei had sufficient mental agility to recall their brief meeting at the village inn. “And he might be interested in knowing that we can locate the soul jars of the Immortals!”
TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree
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Originally posted by mai:
*races down to the kitchen and eats all the pb cookies before Ath can get there.
Yum! Serenity those were delicious!!! Do we have any milk?
*Ath arrives in the kitchen far too late for the pb cookies and therefore wallows in abject misery for a while until someone mentions sledding. He immediately perks up, changes into some winter clothes and joins his sister, niece and Mai in the snow.*
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
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In the Castle of Immortals on the planet Zanzibar:
Deep in the dungeon levels of the castle, the Immortal Alatariel stared down at her former love’s wounded body. Already, it was healing the terrific burns inflicted by Adelle’s fireballs. “Jazaf, you should have known to not cross the Empress Arinda. There is a price to be paid for that. Always a price.”
Directed by her gestures, the part-human servitors lugged Jazaf into the special cell constructed by Magnus the Maker. “Once you are locked in here, no force or magic from inside can free you. It is absolutely escape-proof.” She sighed.
Alatariel glanced at the group of half-human creatures that do her bidding. In their eyes she could see two things only: fear and hate. She recalled Jazaf’s words to the Empress:
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"No one will benefit from this. In the end, you will be alone with none to rule."
Jazaf was right! Yes, of course he was right. Why was it so difficult to see? Had she spent too much time without a soul in her body?
“Begone!” she yelled at her servants. Terrified, the creatures scurried away, leaving her alone with her prisoner. Wistfully, she asked, “What kind of world would you make, Jazaf, if you had the chance?”
A resounding clang echoed up and down the corridors as Alatariel slammed shut the door of the Cage. She inserted an ornate jewel-encrusted key, but paused before she locked the great door.
“What kind of world WOULD you make, Jazaf?” Alatariel smirked, and then smiled evilly. “Let’s find out!” Alatariel removed the key without turning it, leaving the Cage unlocked. She dropped the key to the floor and departed the dungeon.
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Meanwhile in the great throne room, the Imperial Chancellor knelt before his Empress. He tried to ignore the Immortals lying on the marbled floor, squirming, constrained within magical wards. He gulped. What these great Lords and Ladies of the Empire had done to deserve such treatment was beyond him. He had best stay out of it.
From her large throne, dressed in purple, a crown on her head, The Empress Arinda of the Silver Eyes gazed down upon her Chancellor, not using her own closed eyes, but rather the host of magical eyes that orbited her head and shoulders. Standing at her side was one of her great generals, Adelle the Burner, dressed in a fine gown of bright orange.
“Report!” Arinda commanded.
“Yes, Majesty!” he intoned, still kneeling. “I regret to inform Your Majesty that the Dreamer Stone is gone.”
“GONE?!”
The Chancellor lost his normally butler-like composure. “Uh, yes, Majesty. Lost. Or… or stolen! Ummm… Have I told Your Majesty how beautiful she looks today, why…”
Arinda stood up from her throne and walked down the steps to be right next to the Chancellor. “How? When?” The multitude of silvery eyes floated around the Chancellor, staring at him, unblinking.
“Uh, well, Your Majesty, it is entirely possible that…”
“WHERE IS THE DREAMER STONE?” Arinda commanded. The floating eyes were all staring at the Chancellor, and drew still closer to him. He was terrified.
“I, umm… it is hard to say exactly when…”
“WHERE?” Arinda opened her real eyes, and the Chancellor screamed in terror as he beheld them. He fell over, dead as a stone.
“You broke him,” Adelle observed casually.
“He didn’t know, the fool!” Arinda closed her eyes and returned to her throne, miffed. She gestured at the body of the Chancellor. “Well, get this cleaned up! And find me a new Chancellor!”
The other Immortals, still being punished by being trapped in their Wards Major on the marble floor, looked on with some concern. The mouth of Krysta the Whisperer moved. By their expressions, Ouroboros, Karg, Magnus, and Zorander all heard her.
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