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by Constaniana » Fri Jan 17, 2014 8:47 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Neo Arcad » Sat Jan 18, 2014 11:06 am
Kassaran wrote:Jonah couldn't bear it anymore, he hadn't seen anyone move to stop him, and it seemed they were now all focused on the little hole in the ground. Breaking ranks from the back of the group, he darted into the woods, in hunt of the rabbit that tickled his senses. He had been living in the wild long enough to know how to stay quiet, so as he ran, he parted the leaves quietly in front of him while pulling them back to their original place behind him. Almost as though there was some sort of displacement happening, but he recognized that he was doing it now. Before, when he hadn't realized he could control the forests, he had simply though all forests reacted the same way, but in the past twelve hours, he had managed to learn so much more.
Time seemed to fade into nothingness as he closed on his target and suddenly burst into a large clearing. Not one quite as big as the field with the funny white blocks of stone in them, but still a decently big field. There in the center it sat, raised up on its haunches, a large pufftail rabbit with a little black nose, quivering in the morning air. Dewdrops gathered on the ends of its whiskers, and heart pumping blood throughout its body. It was a living creature, a living, breathing creature. Hundreds of gnats flew about in the middle of the field and like tiny specks of dust, they shone in the beams of sunlight pouring through the gaps in the treetops, how it was so serene, so beautiful. He was glad he had found this place, after so much unjustified death before, in that big stone yard behind him, he was glad to finally have a place in the center of peace and life.
About him he could feel the heartwood of each tree thrumming silently, but majestically. Every blade of grass shone bright green-yellow and some dandelions were shifting into an open position to soak up the sun's rays, but the rabbit. It was what stood out, in the center of all that peace and serene beauty, it sat, panicking, its little mind rushing frantically to collect its thoughts and assess this new being at the edge of its glen. It sat there, panting, and obviously hungry. It knew it was on the menu, and it knew it had to find cover, quickly. However, as it began to move slowly down into a position to get a running start, the beast at th edge of the meadow burst forth and in a flurry of movement, snatched up the pufftail.
The rabbit tried to break free of Jonah's grip, but he had it tight, and nothing was going to keep him from eating his prey. He had caught it fair and square, but his arms ached from a lack of protective coverings and several rivulets of blood appeared on his arm where the rabbit's hind legs had scratched him, but they only managed to do so once. In its panic, it had struck out with full force, which would of been beneficial to it had it been against a smaller predator, but with the grip Jonah had on the rabbit, it had only resulted in a small pop as it broke its back. It now knew it was over, and it slumped down in his hands, and Jonah obligingly looked at it and thanked it for its sacrifice, however non-voluntary it might of been, and then snapped its neck.
Feeling the life drain out of the rabbit, he felt a twinge of sadness, regret, fear. He knew he was about as fragile, and no matter what his strengths were, he would always be a Human, a mortal. He looked down at the now dying rabbit, and realized he needed to eat, the rabbit had to die so he could live, and thanking the forest silently for allowing him to take of its bounty, he used his fingers and ripped open the soft underbelly of the rabbit, shoved his face into it, and squatting down low in the grass to reduce his visibility, he ate and drank. Blood and water quenched his thirst as raw and richly flavored chunks of rabbit slid down his throat, he could feel his strength returning to him, and now he could feel his senses improving. A slight tingling at the back of his head and he felt no more pain from bruising there. He had healed, although it had taken a good five or so minutes to hunt down, kill, and begin to devour this rabbit, Jonah still had yet to feel the exhaustion of it all.
As he ate though, he began to reminisce about why he hated what that woman the night before had been, he realized it was because he couldn't feel anything alive about her. Like she wasn't even there, as though she was a specter, or demon of some sort, but those were only things he had heard mentioned in tales by hunters, and the words demon and specter were simply those that were passed around enough for Jonah to catch on to their general meaning, but then again, the word "wife" seemed to mean the same thing, so perhaps the strange lady had been a "wife". He amused himself with this thought as he ate, his stomach filling itelf, but he stopped himself short, before he could make himself sick. He had meat, and perhaps those behind at the camp would like some too. Making his way back to the camp, he began to think about what the strange group of young people were doing, and why they had been so interested in that particular stone block with the smell of death upon it.
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sat Jan 18, 2014 11:21 am
by Kassaran » Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:21 pm
Neo Arcad wrote:And then Jonah got the crap scared out of him by Natalie, again.
Let me back this one up for a sec.
Natalie had been following the group, and guarding them while they slept, for a quite a while now. Jonah, however, was different. Not only was he a new addition to the gang, he was also a Nature elemental like herself... in a sense. He seemed to deal more with plants than animals, the opposite of her modus operandi. And even stranger, he seemed to... care about the plants. Which was very strange in her mind, because who even does something like that? She didn't care about animals- they were tools for her to use. Bears were weapons, rabbits were food, etc... and that was how it went. The natural cycle of things. Jonah made her question some of the things she thought she knew.
So when he left the graveyard camp alone, Natalie made her move. It was probably about time to reintroduce her presence to the group anyway. She silently approached Jonah as he was engrossed in the rabbit, and placed herself between him and the camp so as to ambush him. Hanging upside-down from a tree limb, she swung herself down to hang in his path right when he passed by; she then dropped to the ground in front of him, swinging her body around and landing on her feet.
"Boo." she whispered, the fainted trace of a smile playing across her lips at his reaction.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Constaniana » Sat Jan 18, 2014 7:24 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Jan 19, 2014 7:32 pm
by Constaniana » Tue Jan 21, 2014 12:34 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Ameriganastan » Tue Jan 21, 2014 2:51 pm
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Jan 21, 2014 4:21 pm
by Constaniana » Mon Jan 27, 2014 7:11 am
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Jan 27, 2014 10:16 am
by Ameriganastan » Mon Jan 27, 2014 8:32 pm
Edward Richtofen wrote:Ameri's so tough that he criticized an Insane Asylum and was promptly let out
Sinovet wrote:Ameri's like Honey badger. He don't give a fuck.
Krazakistan wrote: He is a force of negativity for the sake of negativity
Onocarcass wrote:Trying to change Ameri, is like trying to drag a 2 ton block of lead with your d**k.
Immoren wrote:When Ameri says something is shit it's good and when Ameri says some thing is good it's great. *nods*
by Neo Arcad » Thu Jan 30, 2014 6:35 pm
Kassaran wrote:Neo Arcad wrote:And then Jonah got the crap scared out of him by Natalie, again.
Let me back this one up for a sec.
Natalie had been following the group, and guarding them while they slept, for a quite a while now. Jonah, however, was different. Not only was he a new addition to the gang, he was also a Nature elemental like herself... in a sense. He seemed to deal more with plants than animals, the opposite of her modus operandi. And even stranger, he seemed to... care about the plants. Which was very strange in her mind, because who even does something like that? She didn't care about animals- they were tools for her to use. Bears were weapons, rabbits were food, etc... and that was how it went. The natural cycle of things. Jonah made her question some of the things she thought she knew.
So when he left the graveyard camp alone, Natalie made her move. It was probably about time to reintroduce her presence to the group anyway. She silently approached Jonah as he was engrossed in the rabbit, and placed herself between him and the camp so as to ambush him. Hanging upside-down from a tree limb, she swung herself down to hang in his path right when he passed by; she then dropped to the ground in front of him, swinging her body around and landing on her feet.
"Boo." she whispered, the fainted trace of a smile playing across her lips at his reaction.
EEEEEAAAAAGH! Jonah screamed inside of his mind and stumbled backwards, heels up and head back against a tree. The trunk wasn't all that soft either, and Jonah noted a bump begin to rise. He looked at the woman (he figured she was one due to her different apparel and shape) and wondered what to do. She was standing here, now, and she was one of the ones whom had attacked him the previous evening. Well, to be fair, she had merely tried to stop him from leaving that death-clearing, but he didn't understand why. Then, there was the noise she made, "bu". He had no idea why she had made such a noise, it was soft like a Crescent Owl's call, but she wasn't a Crescent Owl, nor had he known any were in this forest (he had been looking for creatures similar to those that had lived in his old forest since arriving). Looking at her, he responded with the proper call, a soft, moreover warmer churring that came across as "bu-uu (Boo-Yew)".
He seemed to recall that he had momentarily forgotten how to breathe, the woman's appearance had startled his normal patterns out of check and now his heart was beating fast. She probably could detect that, most predators could. He began to frown however as he noted a slight disturbance in the forest, there was a rift, a tear. The relationship, the bond moreover that she had obtained with the forest was all so much different from the one he shared. You see, it responded to her as though she were the master, yet Jonah was dealing with it on a peer-to-peer basis. There was no use for ranks within the wilderness, everything yearned for a better, more healthy relationship with everything else he figured, and he felt healthier for it. Now mind you there were certain points to note that made living outside of the forest unhealthy, but so long as he stuck to fresh kill, he'd be fine.
The bacteria on the meats when he killed it fresh were what his body needed to digest food, since, having lived in the wild for so long, he'd developed a hearty immune system that assaulted just such bacteria when it left his stomach and entered his bowels.He also noted the strange absence of birds in the area, he figured that his hunt had scared them off, but perhaps this strange woman of the wilderness had something to do with it as well. He looked at her, and then looked at the food he had in his hands. He realized that this might of been her territory before he had encroached here, and having seen what happened when two predators fight, he decided against conflict and attempted a more peaceful approach; appeasement.
Holding up the corpse of the somewhat gnawed-on rabbit, he smiled, blood had now begun to cake on his face around his mouth where he had pressed up against the rabbit's still warm and soft body. It felt somewhat uncomfortable and so he licked his hand and then began to wipe at his face for lack of anything else to do to alleviate the strange pressure building up in his cheeks and his face. He was slightly scared, but only because she was at full power, and he was not. She had better weapons already on her, better agility, and she had snuck up on him. Obviously he was running sub-par considering the circumstances. Blood dripped down the rabbit's stomach and landed upon the forest floor, he smiled at the sight of such an easy meal, but he wasn't certain how this new individual here in front of him would operate, nor if she knew how to communicate on standard. Looking at her, he began to release different hormonal combinations in an attempt to show he was attempting to appease her, sate her hunger with the rabbit so he wouldn't die instead.
It was strange, what made it even more strange was that he was doing it towards another individual who wasn't inherently wild, but he hoped that his attempt to communicate would punch through the obvious language barrier. Emphasizing his fear of being killed for food, then alternating that scent with one stressing the rabbit and how it was still a fresh kill, he held it out towards the huntress, hoping to simply escape with his life, or moreover, his life and most of his body parts. As far as he was concerned, she was the next biggest predator around besides a bear he had heard the night before while he'd been rushing through the forest.
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Kassaran » Thu Jan 30, 2014 7:11 pm
Neo Arcad wrote:Natalie internally facepalmed, then externally facepalmed. And then she glanced between her fingers at Jonah's shit-eating grin as he held up the bloody rabbit, and double facepalmed. "No, I don't want your rabbit..." she explained to him. "I want to figure out what you are." She drew her hands away from her face, and exhaled. Then she set about examining Jonah, because she hadn't been able to do so before. He was thin, almost sickly, but with a ruddy look that suggested his outdoor existence. Indeed, a closer examination revealed that he was lean like a wildcat, with more of a lithe swimmer's build than an actual lack of muscle. His hormones or pheromones or whatever hit her in waves; he was trying to hide his fear and project no ill intent. Not that he could do much to me... Natalie mused. Having finished looking him over, she spoke again. "What are you? What- where are you from? Are you- are you someone like..." The huntress shook her head, as if clearing her thoughts, and leaned in closer to him, looking him right in the eyes. "Who ARE you?"
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Constaniana » Thu Jan 30, 2014 7:18 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Neo Arcad » Thu Jan 30, 2014 10:08 pm
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Constaniana » Fri Jan 31, 2014 10:16 am
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Kassaran » Fri Jan 31, 2014 8:16 pm
Constaniana wrote:Curiously enough, Ero-San would find himself affected by his own pheromones, which would probably have some influence on his reaction to a well-toned redhead wearing leather on all fours and meowing at him.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Neo Arcad » Sat Feb 01, 2014 5:49 am
Kassaran wrote:Constaniana wrote:Curiously enough, Ero-San would find himself affected by his own pheromones, which would probably have some influence on his reaction to a well-toned redhead wearing leather on all fours and meowing at him.
Oh, oh my Erosen stopped, he was feeling rather peculiar now. She was, erm, not aggressive nor hungry? He was confused, and he was very upset now, his ankles were beginning to heal up, and his feet were still stuck, and this, girl was on all fours trying to do a very interesting take on the mountain cats he'd run into. He suddenly was beginning to feel, pressured, but he needed to get out of here right now, and boy did he feel most peculiar. The girl, she, was, um, like a waterfall over a cliff. Like the falling of the fire-orb into the Southlands, she was, beautiful? He didn't actually know the words to quantify how she appeared right now, but that wasn't all that seemed to be affected. He smiled, for the first time, revealing his startlingly white teeth. They stayed astonishingly bleached, had to do with the natural minerals he usually had more than enough of in his water back home in his old forest.
She was meowing rather, interesting, as well. It was a dialect he wasn't certain of, but it seemed to come across as a highly inquisitive remark. Coupled with the sudden lack of bulk caused by her weapons and shield no longer on her person allowing for a decent display of body language, he now knew she wanted to know his identity. On top of everything however, he was picking up false cues from her, but the pain from his feet were causing him great pain blocking out his mind from enterprising on his rather engaged state. On top of it all, now he had the most, peculiar of all sensations of all rising up from deep within. A sort of, rushing, deep down in his heart as his blood began to roar in his ears. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he realized that she was more than likely going to notice the sudden change in his body language. Fighting it, he gave his best impression of a cat simply wanting help.
It was interesting, with his leg still stuck, and ankles still broken for the most part, he had to settle for getting up into a half crouch and arching his back up and away from hole. most felines he knew of operated linguistically by warning others of dangers, or asking for assistance with certain actions by moving up and away from the source of their danger. On top of all that, he was also beginning to yowl. Hopefully the declaration of his pain, coupled with frantic body language angled to show that he was in danger by the trapped members of his body in the hole below, and that he needed the said extremities extracted immediately or else he would be in danger of more pain then his (attempted) escape should of resulted in.
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Constaniana » Sun Feb 02, 2014 8:26 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Agritum » Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:59 pm
Constaniana wrote:Natalie was in the midst of passionately kissing Ero-San, her hands reaching further up the wild Elemental's leg when she noticed she was no longer in a forest, or even on Gaiaca for that matter. The two Nature Elementals on the verge of making the birds and the bees found themselves teleporting into the area with the others, as a result of wibbly-wobbly-dimensionality generated from the group passing through the Inferno a few minutes ago. The couple happened to land right on the backs of the demons at the top of the corpse pile. How romantic.
"Oh, the wild kid joins us again. Goody," Richard remarked, not too fazed by the sudden entrance.
"By the Host, get a room," Kroisoto said. "Wait...you're that woman from the Galloping Mare...Natalia, was it?" The blueblood asked, looking away from the demon corpses and checking the room once again.
"What's that smell?" Aldraniri inquired, as Natalie and Ero-San's pheromones were still raging away. "Does the hemp-head need to take a bath or something?"
"Err...." Richard trailed off, wondering whether to tell the naive lad what the odour from Natalie and Erosen really meant. "Something like that. I'll tell you when you're older."
by Constaniana » Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:45 pm
Agritum wrote:Charlie trailed behind Kroisoto, frantically scribbling notes on her notebook. "Incredible! I would have never expected to get this close to an inferno! Uh, look at those, sir Kroisoto!"
Charlie pointed to some orangey, ear-shaped mushrooms growing near the walls of the inferno. "Demonic mushrooms! I heard that, in ancient times, they were sought after due to the incredibly lethal poison which could be extracted from them, which is capable of sending victims in a long, irreversible coma."
Charlie hurriedly tore some of the mushrooms away, depositing them in her bag. "I can't wait to bring these to the botanical society back at the capital!"
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Constaniana » Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:20 am
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Agritum » Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:54 am
Constaniana wrote:Agritum wrote:Charlie trailed behind Kroisoto, frantically scribbling notes on her notebook. "Incredible! I would have never expected to get this close to an inferno! Uh, look at those, sir Kroisoto!"
Charlie pointed to some orangey, ear-shaped mushrooms growing near the walls of the inferno. "Demonic mushrooms! I heard that, in ancient times, they were sought after due to the incredibly lethal poison which could be extracted from them, which is capable of sending victims in a long, irreversible coma."
Charlie hurriedly tore some of the mushrooms away, depositing them in her bag. "I can't wait to bring these to the botanical society back at the capital!"
Kroisoto immediately lost interest in talking with Natalie or asking about why she was doing what she was doing with the wild man or how they suddenly appeared in the inferno. For some reason the young nobleman couldn't explain Charlie had a lovely way of effortlessly waltzing in and becoming the centre of his attention.
"That's fascinating, Charlie," said Kroisoto, walking over to the Southemen lass and looking at the strange mushrooms she pointed out. "So how is the poison supposed to come out? It's not through skin contact, is it?" He asked, concern in his voice.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Feb 04, 2014 12:20 pm
Constaniana wrote:As Kroisoto went over to Charlie, Richard went back to inspecting the demon corpse mound.
"Well, Tristan, I'm not so sure we can move on just yet. And when we do I imagine we'll run into whatever did this to these demons anyway," he said to the Ice Elemental, lifting one of the bodies off to inspect it more clearly.
"Mr. Eric, not to be prying, but what sort of people do you sell demon horns to?" Aldraniri asked the old soldier.
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