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[sonerohi]

Also Glacies, you abandoned your community fort about the StarTower, without even a single update  . Dissapointing work ethic.

[Glacies]

It went corrupt. As Pee-Wee Herman would say; "Too bad, so sad."

Really loving the story, by the way. Keep it up, guys.

[Heavy Flak]

Also Glacies, you abandoned your community fort about the StarTower, without even a single update  . Dissapointing work ethic.

BOOM!  Roasted!

Just kidding, Glacies, glad you're back  

Also, quick update:  I'm leaving town on Friday to go to Kentucky.  I've got a girlfriend to see, a cat to deliver, and a house to paint, which is my explanation why you're not going to hear from me for a week or so.  Updates WILL be coming tonight and tomorrow though, barring any sort of creative roadblocks, which have unfortunately been happening more and more frequently. 

[Stravitch]

*cough* That and Left 4 Dead *cough*

[Mephansteras]

Distractions count as creative roadblocks too.

Man, I really need to finish the story of Lazyhammer. My rush of creative inspiration ended and I haven't felt like writing since.

[Heavy Flak]

*cough* That and Left 4 Dead *cough*

You keep bugging me about it!  If I don't update enough for any of your liking, it's 50% trying to find my muse, and 50% Stravitch harassing me to play L4D.  Or me just picking up RE5, or, well, uh... *runs*

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 7^th of Moonstone, 1068

"My, my, my, don't you look fine today!"  Dojango crooned.  He entered the musty "hospital" room in his butchers smock and wearing bloody gloves, the effect entirely disconcerting to Istrath and Makrond who sat at the bedside.  Vatek appeared nonplussed, his lower half strapped down to the mattress to keep it from shifting.  He held a leatherbound book in front of him, one of the many from the infrequently used Library. 

"I'm not sure 'fine' is the correct word," Vatek said dryly.  "I've been cooped up here so long, I don't remember what the sun looks like."
"You'd want to remember?" Akroma called from the doorway.  The ghoul stalked in, running a finger across the weapon rack in the corner before distastfully wiping the dust from it onto the wall. 
"Yes, of course, I like working outside."
"How bizarre," Akroma said with a sniff.  "How very bizarre."

"Enough of that," Dojango said.  "How are you feeling?"

Vatek thought this over while Makrond and Istrath talked among themselves.  After a moment, he said, "Less pain.  There's a throbbing in my groin, and like, a burning, but it doesn't hurt when I move."
"Hmm, excellent.  Sounds as if the bones are finally beginning to knit.  That's just fine.  Another season, maybe two, and you should be right as rain."
"Another SEASON!" 
"Calm down, now."

"I believe I speak for all of us when I say that that's too much time.  Vatek has a very important role in this fortress, and by keeping him in here, it's hindering his duties."
"My dear Makrond, I can't make him heal faster!  I'm a butcher, not a surgeon."  As the others stared at him, he closed his eyes and laughed quietly, "Oh, wait, I'm sorry, I mean... I'm a surgeon, not a magician.  I can't just wave a wand and heal him.  And I doubt it would help, as Mr. Clumsy here - what did you do again?" 
"I fell down some stairs..."
"Yes, he fell down some stairs!  He'll just be in here again if he's released too soon and has another one of these silly accidents.  Now try to keep up your spirits.  Be like Neo!  He's always jovial, most likely because he's no longer on duty and can spend the afternoon playing cards with Makrond.  Happiness can contribute a good deal towards recovery.  Just think... positive!"

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 10^th of Moonstone, 1068

Udib Arrowsalves stormed towards Dodik-Come-Lately's, her spear at the ready.  Hikan hadn't been home in days; when he was he more surly and aggitated then normal, lashing out at her with harsh words.  And to find his time was now spent at Dodik's "tracking down leads"?  That was it, the last straw.  She entered the cool shade of the walkway covering and slowed her pace briefly, enjoying the reprise from the sun.  The change of speed briefly saved her life.

An arrow thudded into the pillar in front of her, it's thick body quivering slightly as it embedded half way into the stone.  She turned towards the source, her lip curling up in a snarl as she saw the three goblin wrestlers in their bright-colored singlets and masks running towards her, three goblin bowmen notching arrows from behind.  The first wrestler hit her like a runaway wagon, and the air was knocked out as she slammed into a pillar, stunning her.  She was lifted up by the muscled goblin wrestler, and he held her aloft above his head, parading her stunned form around for a second or two before he slung her down, slamming her back across his bent knee. 

She screamed with pain and tried to roll away, but the other male wrestler dropped to a knee as the female bounded off his shoulders, crashing down on her sternum with a hard elbow. 

The bowmen, not paying attention, did not notice Mosus Sacktwinkled until it was too late.  By then, one of their heads was rolling across the sands, splattering it with blood.  The Bowmen went into panic mode, shrieking as the leader of the swordsman bared down on them.  Another exploded into a shower of gore as Wilber pounced out of the sands swinging hard, laughing and gibbering at being so terrifying. 

Jools routed the wrestlers, finally, driving the two he didn't strike down towards Wilber and Musus's waiting arms.  Jools knelt down and cradled Udib's broken form in his arms.  Blood leaked from her ears, and when she coughed, splatters of red dotted his breastplate.  He tried to shush her, but she plowed through, her voice harsh, "Tell... tell -cough- Hikan..."
"Yes?  Tell him what?"
"I'm going to -cough- haunt him until -cough- he kills himself."

And with that, she died in his arms.  Jools sighed and set her back onto the stones, standing up slowly. Well, he thought, with Bertrand dead, at least that is pretty unlikely.

[Stravitch]

Happy Birthday!
FIRST!

In celebration, I would like to invite those that wish to fuel HF's procrastination to some celebratory Left 4 Dead this evening (EST) maybe get some versus going if we have enough people.

My steam ID is phunter4452 if you would like an add, then just let me know you're from here.  Take the opportunity to take shots at Stravitch and HeavyFlak!

[Jim Groovester]

Happy Birthday, Migrursut. One helluva story you made so far, Heavy Flak. Congratulations.

[ricemastah]

Shameless bump of Glory! Migrusut cannot be page 2 material!

[Kuli]

Holy crap.  A year.  Keep up the good work, Heavy Flak!

[Zako]

Fantastic work HF! One year and still going! Awesome!

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 17^th of Moonstone, 1068

"Where do all these goblins come from?" Eita complained.  "It seems that there are more of them every day.  The greenskinned bastards, skulking around the hills..."
"At least the Kobolds are finally staying away," Jools said jovially. 
"And you think that's a good thing?"
"Sure!  No more of those little rat-faced thieves making off with our donkeys and other valuables."
"...I'm pretty sure in the history of our society no Kobolds have ever stolen a donkey."

Jools sniffed disdainfully.  "I'm sure they would, if they knew their true worth."
"Oh my god, enough.  Can we just finish this up and get back to the mess?"

Eita rested one boot on the goblins stomach, causing the beast to thrash and squeal as her heel pressed into the gaping wound Jools had left.  She hefted her hammer up high, aiming briefly before letting it drop.  There was a sickening crunch, and a squelching sound as brains and blood exploded out the sides, spraying the sands. 

"Now what have we here," Jools said when the task was done.  He walked over to the large burlap sack that sat by the goblin's hand.  He knelt down and used his sword to slice the rope holding it closed, letting the material pool against the ground.
"Melbil?" He said, perplexed.
"Hi, Papa!" the child said cheerfully. 
"How did you get in there?"
"That monster grabbed me as I was going to throw body parts to the magma gods!"
"Uhh... well, be careful, Melbil."
"Yes, Papa!"

Jools watched his child run off, scratching the side of his head.  When he turned, he saw Eita staring at him, and he gave a dramatic roll of his eyes. 
"That's enough out of you."
"What!" Eita said, grinning wide.  "I didn't say anything!"
"Then let's just keep it that way."

***

OOC Stuffs:
Thanks guys, this perked me right the hell up! <3
 
Hopefully I'll be able to get more regular updates in now.  All it took was too much money, a full weekend of heavy lifting and full days of painting, spending an hour being a chew toy during Shutzhund training, and twenty+ hours of driving has actually helped inspire my muse a wee bit.  I want to write now, so let's see if I can keep the juices flowing!

[Heavy Flak]

The events of the 3^rd of Opal, 1068

Pawnzer strode up the stairs, briefly shielding his eyes from the sun as he reached topside.  What was on the agenda today?  Hauling - but that was a given.  He'd try to stay away from Cokho Rokho - that old guy was just creepy, always trying to stand under a cave in, or wander about hauling in the middle of a skirmish, but after that... then what?  Carpentry was out, at least for now since the wagons hadn't brought any logs in a while, but the library floor still needed to get hardwood laid down...

Erith Othsindoren came trudging up the steps from the magma pits, .  He had his shirt off, his pudgy chest, so pale it was almost translucent on display.  The shirt, more rags than anything, was wrapped around his forehead in a makeshift bandanna, soaked completely through with sweat.  Pawnzer gawked at him.  "What happened to you?"

"Aryn's decided all stone must be smoothed."
"It has been," Pawnzer said, perplexed.
"Not all of it," Erith said, quite breathless.  "There's patches under the gardens, by the magma vents.  There's the magma tunnels to the workshops, and..." he shuddered, "the entirety of the quarry, that isn't getting built on."
"That's a lot of work!"
"Oh, I know," Erith said, moping at the side of his neck.  "At least I get paired up with the lovely Valania.  She makes the work go so much faster."

Pawnzer gaped.  "Valania?  You can't be serious?"
"Of course I am, she's positively dreamy."
"She's a corpse.  She's full of holes from the explosion."
"Oh, yes, of course.  That's part of her charm, I could probably poke a few new holes myself, she looks so soft..."
"I have to go vomit now," Pawnzer said disgusted.  He turned to leave, ignoring the tired wave from the pornographer.
"Kay!  Bye!"