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[Fenrir]

Journal of Medi Eggamazes
26th of Granite, 1050

I let my guard down. When we were met by the same enemies we had defeated easily so many times, I expected the fighting to be as trivial as it had been. We scattered throughout the cave in search of our next victim, confident that our foes would fall as quickly as they had in Cryhells.

As we ran about, I could hear a very faint sound. It was a metallic sound, and it was rhythmic, like the sound my armor made as I trod about in it. The noise became louder, then softer again, echoing through the corridors so I knew not from which direction it was coming. The sound stopped, followed by scream of Bob. Iron men patrolled these passageways, and they had found him. He was only the first to die.

We searched for hours in that cave. I scurried through the winding corridors, down one staircase and up another. It's odd that a cave should have staircases, perhaps these beasts are not so unsophisticated as we are told. This never crossed my mind however, I only thought of the task before me.

By the time I had discovered the cyclops, two more had perished. The iron men were no match for me, but they had proved too much for Kor. Imp was killed by giant rats. I found it interesting to note that they had poked out his eyes before they finished him. Perhaps they too could see the horrible gaze he wore, and liked it about as much as I had. The two survivors, Nozeri and Deathbane, were with me, and we attacked the cyclops together.

Once again I was of little help. My sword became lodged in the creature's flesh, and I lost hold of it. As my comrades struggled with the beast, I tried to regain my blade, occasionally bashing the cyclops with my shield, which had no effect.

Realizing that I had little hope of retrieving my weapon, I tried to wrestle with the cyclops. He was too strong for me, so after several failed attempts, I once again went for my sword. I managed to get a good grip and drew it from the creature. With a great cry I swung my blade at him, driving him back with the force of the blow, just as I had done at Cryhells.

Weary, battered, and covered with the blood of the fallen, we rose from the depths and headed back to Daggerletters. We were given as much reward as we had the last time, but that mattered so little to me now. I immediately left for Framedwreaths in search of more followers and beasts to slaughter.

How many more must die? How far must I go to please the Blood God? How far will I go to spare myself from the unknown torment with which he threatens me?

[Railick Stonemane]

You know I just realized, that we each are the Blood Gods of our own world. That god demanding blood in your characters dream is you, driving your character on to greater and greater acts of depravity. Just like I am currently forcing my dwarves to build great towers for me from the stone. We are all a blood god  

[Fenrir]

quote:Originally posted by Railick Stonemane:
<STRONG>You know I just realized, that we each are the Blood Gods of our own world. That god demanding blood in your characters dream is you, driving your character on to greater and greater acts of depravity. Just like I am currently forcing my dwarves to build great towers for me from the stone. We are all a blood god     </STRONG>

Sssshhh! Don't let Armok hear you! Do you want a ‼carp‼ in the face?!

I'm afraid that what little creativity I had has been spent. That last one was really bland. It went much the same as the previous one did. We went to a cave, we killed everything, and we moved on. The semi-megabeast even died the same way. I need to find a better plot than "Armok told me to kill, so I'm killing" if I'm to keep it alive. This story could also use some character development.

[ January 15, 2008: Message edited by: Fenrir ]

[Xotes]

Nozeri. Vengeful Wraith.

That's all the inspiration ya need!

Eh, just kidding. It's still a good story, though. I suck at any constructive criticism, so I'm just gonna stop talking now.

[Armok]

A great fiery demon and a giant monsterus wolf are walking down a small trail through a snowy pine forest, they seem to be conversing. the wolf speaks frightened; "Sssshhh! Don't let Armok hear you! Do you want a ‼carp‼ in the face?!"

they both jump high and whirl around as a tuneless voice behind them speaks:
"it is to late for that"
The voice comes from a cloaked kobold, is seems ridiculously small compared to the wolf and demon, the they both cover in fear to this miniature character.
the figure sweeps of the hood and reveals fur the color not of coal, but of cosmos deepest gravity wells, and just like those the darkness is contrasted by two brilliant fares; eyes the color of red-hot steel.
it speaks: "but yet I am not angry, infarct I am surprised and impressed that you have reached this conclusion. You, Railick of clan Stonemane, and you, Fenrir son of Loke, is hereby invited to a meeting that might grant you wisdom, see me two hours from now (OOC, the posting of this post) at [OOC: #Blitukus*]. Do this today, or if not possible another day at the same beating of the clock, I will (whit some probability) be there."
Whit that he dark kobold lets out a mad laughter and evaporates into the darkness, leaving no trace except the startled look on the faces of the two entities.

*I am not very good at chatting stuff, I just follow the instructions at the B12 chat page but write "#Blitukus" instead of "#bay12games", I think it's called a room or somesuch
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Maybe I'm not as bad an author as I thought, after all it seems our kind have a tendency to underestimate ones own ability in that area... At least short RP stuff like this.  

[Railick Stonemane]

Sorry Armok I don't have internet at home and I'm not aloud to visit chat rooms at work (Hopefully they never catch on that a forum is almost the same thing)

Fenrir I highly suggest the following. Sit down with a pad of paper (or note pad open) And think of somehing cool you want your character to achieve. For example, an epic battle with Armok that ends with him stealing the powers of the Blood God. Put that at the bottom of the page (Whatever you figure out) Then at the top of the page put where your character is now. Imagine what it would take in order for your characher to from point A to point B. For this example say, you'd have to get to his plane to kill him so. So go dig a fort with demon pits and dig to deep, then come back with your party to that fort and fight your way down to the demon pits and write the story based on what happens there (Fighting demons should be a lot harder than fighting ironmen and crap) Might give you something more interesting to write about than boring cave romps.

Still you did a very good job with what you had and I enjoyed reading your story. I've ignored most of the community forts and such around here but your story drew me right in. I like you style of writing and you could be /great/. Just give your character more interesting things to do (Maybe even attack a few human capitals and see if you can kill their lord or a goblin fortress or other old lost forts that you lose in interesting ways)

[Fenrir]

Many thanks, Railick! I'll start anew when this adventurer dies, which shouldn't be too long. I'm bound to meet a giant cave spider eventually. I definitely should have done more with Imp while he lived, Medi never did discover why he was like that. Of course, just because he's dead doesn't mean he's out of the story...

Armok, I saddens me to inform you that I know not when I may meet with you, if at all.

[Xotes]

I'm kinda surprised Nozeri hasn't died yet. But, in his quest for vengeance, he will survive!

[Xotes]

Huh. Bump, I guess...

Lemme guess, ya got too much other stuff to do? That's quite understandable.

[Fenrir]

quote:Originally posted by Xotes:
<STRONG>Huh. Bump, I guess...

Lemme guess, ya got too much other stuff to do? That's quite understandable.</STRONG>

Oh, I thought no one cared anymore. I'll get back to it then.

[Squeegy]

Are you kidding? =o

quote:Originally posted by Armok:
<STRONG>A great fiery demon and a giant monsterus wolf are walking down a small trail through a snowy pine forest, they seem to be conversing. the wolf speaks frightened; "Sssshhh! Don't let Armok hear you! Do you want a ‼carp‼ in the face?!"

they both jump high and whirl around as a tuneless voice behind them speaks:
"it is to late for that"
The voice comes from a cloaked kobold, is seems ridiculously small compared to the wolf and demon, the they both cover in fear to this miniature character.
the figure sweeps of the hood and reveals fur the color not of coal, but of cosmos deepest gravity wells, and just like those the darkness is contrasted by two brilliant fares; eyes the color of red-hot steel.
it speaks: "but yet I am not angry, infarct I am surprised and impressed that you have reached this conclusion. You, Railick of clan Stonemane, and you, Fenrir son of Loke, is hereby invited to a meeting that might grant you wisdom, see me two hours from now (OOC, the posting of this post) at [OOC: #Blitukus*]. Do this today, or if not possible another day at the same beating of the clock, I will (whit some probability) be there."
Whit that he dark kobold lets out a mad laughter and evaporates into the darkness, leaving no trace except the startled look on the faces of the two entities.

*I am not very good at chatting stuff, I just follow the instructions at the B12 chat page but write "#Blitukus" instead of "#bay12games", I think it's called a room or somesuch
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Maybe I'm not as bad an author as I thought, after all it seems our kind have a tendency to underestimate ones own ability in that area... At least short RP stuff like this.   </STRONG>

Roleplaying! Also, I'm like that too.

[Skanky]

quote:Originally posted by Fenrir:
<STRONG>
Oh, I thought no one cared anymore. I'll get back to it then.</STRONG>

People care. Now get back to work!  

[Skanky]

By that, I meant play more of your adventurer and post the results. Just so we're clear.  

[Fenrir]

Yes, yes, I'm sorry.  

[Fenrir]

Journal of Medi Eggamazes, Adventurer
27th of Granite, 1050

I thought the most troubling of events were behind me. It seems that this has been only the beginning of the bizarre circumstances I am to witness.

Today I stopped in Daggerletters to replace the fallen with those eager and unsuspecting beggars that accompany me. The names and professions they gave me were as strange as they always have been, but this time they were less unnerving to me. All that I had experienced made the delusions of a few drunks as petty as their lives had become.

All had not gone as it had previously, however. As I approached the mayor, I noticed something was amiss. This mayor was of less stature than any I had seen. He was wrapped in a black cloak, and the hood of which hung low over his head. The air about where he stood possessed a seemingly supernatural heat. A sudden fear struck me, and I stopped my advance.

This creature turned to me and stepped forward. "Go to Greatertrim." it hissed, "Seek the mayor. Kill Screamboil." I remembered that voice. It was the voice from the dreams, the voice of Armok. Nozeri knelt before the hooded figure. As I turned to look at him, there was roar of flames and a flash of light. Armok was gone.

Armok had not given me such specific instructions until now. Who is Screamboil? Why does the Blood God want me to kill him? I suppose I may discover the answers in time, but for now I must be content to do his bidding.

[ January 29, 2008: Message edited by: Fenrir ]