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by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Mar 30, 2014 8:53 pm
by Constaniana » Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:07 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 » Tue Apr 01, 2014 5:57 pm
by Constaniana » Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:20 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 » Thu Apr 03, 2014 8:50 pm
by Ameriganastan » Thu Apr 03, 2014 9:10 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Oh, I've seen some of those before." Tristan said after Aldraniri had put away the photography, having caught a glance of it as Lisoette observed it and recognizing it as one of those 'imprisoned moments' he had seen some other people show. He knew them as imprisoned moments because as far as he was concerned photographies were some sort of magical paradox-fueled artifact that took a moment from space and time and froze it forever within itself. That some sort of man-made machine was able to produce them like it was nothing was fascinating, to say the least, but the white-haired foreigner knew that there were more important things to worry about, so he stopped himself from going on to unleash a barrage of questions. Aldraniri quite obviously was not too sure of how they worked, anyway.
He did, however, ask one, just to satisfy his curiosity momentarily.
"Why are they so important to people though?"
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 Kassaran » Fri Apr 04, 2014 1:24 am
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 Zarkenis Ultima » Fri Apr 04, 2014 10:41 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:"Cause people die, kid."
Eric pulled an old photo from his pack, showing a much younger Eric and a few fellow soldiers.
"Benny, Shaun, Malcolm, Miles and Fat Benny. Some of my best buds. All of them are gone now. Benny and Miles died in battle. Fat Benny had a heart attack. Shaun was stabbed in an alley. And Malcolm died in prison. My point being, photos preserve old memories so you can look back on them fondly and remember all the fun times...in fact, let's take one now!"
Eric pointed to a photography shop down the road.
"Let's preserve a memory."
by Ameriganastan » Fri Apr 04, 2014 11:49 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 Constaniana » Sat Apr 05, 2014 9:29 am
Ameriganastan wrote:Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"Oh, I've seen some of those before." Tristan said after Aldraniri had put away the photography, having caught a glance of it as Lisoette observed it and recognizing it as one of those 'imprisoned moments' he had seen some other people show. He knew them as imprisoned moments because as far as he was concerned photographies were some sort of magical paradox-fueled artifact that took a moment from space and time and froze it forever within itself. That some sort of man-made machine was able to produce them like it was nothing was fascinating, to say the least, but the white-haired foreigner knew that there were more important things to worry about, so he stopped himself from going on to unleash a barrage of questions. Aldraniri quite obviously was not too sure of how they worked, anyway.
He did, however, ask one, just to satisfy his curiosity momentarily.
"Why are they so important to people though?"
"Cause people die, kid."
Eric pulled an old photo from his pack, showing a much younger Eric and a few fellow soldiers.
"Benny, Shaun, Malcolm, Miles and Fat Benny. Some of my best buds. All of them are gone now. Benny and Miles died in battle. Fat Benny had a heart attack. Miles was stabbed in an alley. And Malcolm died in prison. My point being, photos preserve old memories so you can look back on them fondly and remember all the fun times...in fact, let's take one now!"
Eric pointed to a photography shop down the road.
"Let's preserve a memory."
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 Apr 06, 2014 2:52 pm
by Agritum » Mon Apr 07, 2014 8:53 am
Constaniana wrote:Ameriganastan wrote:"Cause people die, kid."
Eric pulled an old photo from his pack, showing a much younger Eric and a few fellow soldiers.
"Benny, Shaun, Malcolm, Miles and Fat Benny. Some of my best buds. All of them are gone now. Benny and Miles died in battle. Fat Benny had a heart attack. Miles was stabbed in an alley. And Malcolm died in prison. My point being, photos preserve old memories so you can look back on them fondly and remember all the fun times...in fact, let's take one now!"
Eric pointed to a photography shop down the road.
"Let's preserve a memory."
"Yeah..." Lisoette said in agreement with Eric, "Wait, your name's mister? I thought it was Eric?"
"Erilhall has a photography shop?" Kroisoto said, surprised, "Tristan's right; we have more important things to be doing now anyway, like-"
"Oh, stop being such a ruddy wet blanket!" Aldraniri cried, grinning in agreement with Eric's suggestion, "Come on, it's not going to hurt taking a brief side trip. Besides, if photographers are a rare sight in this city then maybe the shopkeeper would know that Walter chap the talkative fishmonger mentioned? It could be he sells him supplies or lets him develop his photographs there."
"I suppose you have a point..." the Aurennian conceded, "What do you think, Charlie?"
by Constaniana » Mon Apr 07, 2014 1:45 pm
Kassaran wrote:(Dat snip)
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:06 pm
Constaniana wrote:Unfortunately for Ero-san, his content dreaming was short-lived. His dreams of simply talking with other people abruptly ceased, as his surroundings within his dreamscape descended into darkness, surrounding him and leaving him utterly alone. That is, until he felt the hairs on his neck stand up, and his blood boil like it did during his feast in the Inferno. If he turned around he would see a seated on a throne even darker than the blackness around him, with torches burning a ghastly green flame burning in front of her. The head of a foul serpent sat in her lap, being gently petted. The woman looked at Erosen and cocked her head slightly, beckoning him forward with a slight grin on her cold face.
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:11 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:"His name is Eric. Mister is like a more polite way of saying 'person'. But it only applies to men. Or something like that, I admit these people and their silly language confuses sometimes." Tristan told Lisoette, before turning his attention to the others as they discussed going to the photography shop. His complete lack of understanding of just what 'ruddy wet blanket' meant aside, he didn't find the idea as detrimental, if only because it was true that they might find this Walter person if they went there, but he didn't want his soul to be trapped in one of those things. He didn't know what it was like and he didn't want to.
"Let's go, but I won't let you take one of those with me in it." He said to the group.
Agritum wrote:"Oh, a photography shop? That's simply beautiful! I'd love to buy a camera, myself. It surely would be helpful in supplying images and illustration ideas for my book." Charlie replied enthusiastically, with a smile. "Granted, I don't know if I can actually afford one. I think I'll have to take the cheapest one they can offer. I'd also need a manual, since I'm not really experienced when it comes to photography, but then, I'd be going too much overboard with my budget." she added.
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 4:03 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 Constaniana » Mon Apr 07, 2014 5:43 pm
Kassaran wrote:Constaniana wrote:Unfortunately for Ero-san, his content dreaming was short-lived. His dreams of simply talking with other people abruptly ceased, as his surroundings within his dreamscape descended into darkness, surrounding him and leaving him utterly alone. That is, until he felt the hairs on his neck stand up, and his blood boil like it did during his feast in the Inferno. If he turned around he would see a seated on a throne even darker than the blackness around him, with torches burning a ghastly green flame burning in front of her. The head of a foul serpent sat in her lap, being gently petted. The woman looked at Erosen and cocked her head slightly, beckoning him forward with a slight grin on her cold face.
It was the strangest feeling he could recognize, it was, fear, but out of respect, as though he secretly knew that whoever this being was, it was to not be attacked, even though every fiber in his being was yearning for more blood, more of that acrid black liquid which would empower him again to become frenzied. However, his common sense broke through and humbly he approached the dark being seated upon the throne, however, he refused to bow and instead continued his stride up towards the being, marching as close as he could get without feeling sick from the evil radiating off of it. Indeed, while the language of man he knew very little of and understood even less, he knew this abomination would understand his next vocal sentiment," You aren't welcome here child of Tenaembra, speak quickly and state why you reveal yourself to me in this fashion and tell me why I shouldn't send you back to the very deepest parts of the abyss in oblivion itself!"
His lips raised up over his teeth revealing that they had only begun to grow sharper in contact with the demon blood, which had acted as a sort of acidic file on the enamel of the tooth, which in turn revealed something interesting about his body, that the core of his teeth were several times stronger than the actual enamel itself yet he was an elemental and perhaps this was simply a physical adaptation brought on by his life in the wilderness. In response to the lips lifting up, a deep guttural growl began to emanate from his throat, it was purely reactionary, though perhaps a slight bit used in the hope it might actually seem intimidating to the being in the chair.
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:07 pm
Constaniana wrote:Kassaran wrote:The pale woman on the throne smirked more, beginning a chuckle which gradually crescendoed into a peal of derisive laughter as she continued to stroke her pet, studying Erosen more intently.
"Oh my, such spirit! Such gusto and confidence!" She noted, continuing to laugh, "Tell me, why should I fear you, or give heed to your orders? The most you command is the dumb trees of the woods you lurk in! Your power is nothing I have to fear, even if you were standing in the most ancient forest on Gaiaca. You think your teeth that tear the rodents that scurry underfoot can harm me? Let me show you what truly fearsome fangs are like!"
The serpent that had been resting its head on the woman's lap reared its head up, opening a single eye the same colour as its mistress's, and slid off her. More of the creature's body slithered out from behind the throne and seemingly from all the darkness around Ero-san and it soon towered over the wild man. It looked down at the Elcrescian malignantly, hissing and opening its mouth to reveal rows sallow fangs the size of claymores, and a forked tongue like a whip.
"You don't scare me, Erosen. I don't even need my pretty pet here to defeat you, though you wouldn't be able to inflict any lasting harm to me anyway, seeing as you're merely dreaming. But I like wandering the dreams of mortals. A lot of the time I merely remain hidden and whisper to them the things the deep recesses of their minds wish to do, but find themselves restrained by the rest of their mind and spirit, but sometimes I get people like you, who make it too tempting to resist showing myself. It's so fun watching them wrestle with the fact that I'm in their dreams, reading their lusts and desires like the pages of a book," the being continued, her voice husky and her legs crossed, before she brought her wrist up to her mouth and suddenly bit into it. Dark, dark red blood flowed from the wound into a glass that had suddenly appeared in her other hand, stopping when the wound healed itself upon the goblet becoming full.
"I know you want this," she purred, holding it out to the Elemental.
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:10 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:"...I'm sorry, did you say a man named Greene owns this establishment?"
Eric strolled over to the young man, throwing a friendly arm around him. Though the aura he was emanating was very unfriendly.
"So that's what he did with the money from that little excursion we had those years ago. Can't believe he didn't change his name after he left me with a stolen statuette and the city guard on my tail. No way he thought I was dead."
Eric pinched the kids cheek mockingly, pointing at Charlie.
"I'm a forgiving man. So this is what's gonna happen. You're gonna let my friend there have whatever picture taking device she wishes. Even if it's the most expensive one you've got. You do that, and ol' Green won't come back to find his shop in tatters, his shop boys beaten like red-headed stepchildren and a pissed off old acquaintance waiting for him with a freshly sharpened sword."
He released the kid and gave him a "friendly" smack on the back.
"Good news, kid. Your purchase is on the house."
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:23 pm
Kassaran wrote:He was almost overcome by his lust for the blood that he indeed had overwritten every safeguard in his mind save one, why would she injure herself, he was discounting the point that this was a dream, mostly because he didn't truly understand the cause of them or what they were. He looked at the deamoness in the throne, and then back at her goblet of blood, and spoke, revealing that even though he'd be beaten, he cared not for as long as he'd live he'd exist purely to destroy her and her kind," What is it and why does it drive me so frenzied? What sorcery, what madness is it that is invoked when I partake of your kind's blood, and why is it that I find it so much more, desirable? On top of this all, it is not what I truly desire and you know that."
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 » Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:31 pm
Constaniana wrote:"Gr-green? No, one of the owners is called Grenne! Grenne, you senile bandit!" the clerk cried. "I don't even think there's a man named Greene in this city at all!"
Across the street from the shop, in a dimly-lit flat sat an old man, hunched over a telescope aimed through the shutters, cackling vengefully.
"Eh heh heh. Fooled you again, Eric. Have fun wrecking Grenne's shop; the little bugger deserves it. Marrying my Gwen, the cheating scoundrel..." The bitter geezer coughed and quickly popped his hand out the window to make a series of foul hand gestures both foreign and domestic in the direction of Grenne's shop and Eric.
"And what's wrong with redheads? How come you want to beat us around, hm?" Aldraniri huffed, glaring at the old soldier.
"By the Host, Eric, do you really think committing armed robbery in broad daylight is a good idea at any time in a place like this, let alone when there's Federal troops in the streets for whatever reason? I don't know about you, but I would really like to keep the number of people chasing after us to an absolute minimum," Kroisoto hissed, stepping close to the wandering geezer.
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 Kassaran » Mon Apr 07, 2014 7:35 pm
Constaniana wrote:"Your first question is easy to answer. It's Demon blood. The second one, well..." the temptress paused to began chuckling again, stepping off the throne and walking towards Erosen. The Nature Elemental would realize that she was bloody tall; easily seven foot at the minimum in the reckoning of men.
"When you taste of the blood of Demonkin you take in a portion of the essence of Tenaembra, however minuscule, however innocuous it may seem in small doses. You taste of darkness, of temptation, of power and an abandonment of those silly restraints the other gods place upon you; how could you not find it desirable to taste?" The woman began slowly circling Ero-san, inspecting him like an oxen for sale, "And besides, how do you know it's not what the darkest bowels of your heart desire? What is it you think you would do with your life? Slay demons, live in the forests, in squalor and ignorance and loneliness? How long has Veridaelia's service kept you separate from others? Think of how much happier you could be...how much more powerful...nobody could have driven you from the forests if you had Tenaembra's gifts."
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 » Tue Apr 08, 2014 2:08 pm
Kassaran wrote:"Hmm, indeed I could have, but no matter for that, you do not know what I truly desire if you feel I wish to be out of the service of she who gave me my gifts from the start. I do not want anything to do with you and your kind and most of all I do not wish to violate the will of she who has protected me my entire life. How do I not know that you are here to tempt me, to keep me from serving my true purpose here. How do I not know that Tenaembra was responsible for my suffering, and above all, even if that was not the case, Veridaelia is she who gave me all and she is more than capable of taking all. I should not complain if she decides to do as she pleases, and I most of all should not revoke my commitment to her simply for feeling as though I have been deprived of such a 'life' as you put it." He was angry now though, he was beginning to see the injustice of it all, but he never had been the perfect guardian and thus he didn't expect to be treated as such.
In spite of it all however, he did desire to be able to talk with the others, they constantly babbled and gurgled amongst one another in their strange and foreign tongue and it was seemingly important to be able to do so. He looked at the daemoness and made his decision," I do not desire to drop my commitment to protect that which Veridaelia has prominence over, but I do desire the knowledge of all the others. Even the female servant I met of her's in this past day was able to communicate with them. If there is anything my heart desires, it is the knowledge of how to speak with them, yet I doubt you would even follow through with it, so thus I shall wait on Veridaelia and I shall wait until she has deemed me capable of doing so."
He now was slightly intimidated, and he was fearful, fearful that this daemoness was about to strike him down as he stood here before her, but he felt strengthened each time he said the name of Veridaelia, and it was in speaking her name he felt surges of bravery and boldness, but they quickly were extinguished by the strange emotions being risen by this dark woman-like being. Staring straight ahead, he did his best to no longer look her in the eye, for now he feared that to even do so would compromise him, and make him unfit for his service. He stood, and silently prayed that he'd be delivered from this nightmare, focusing on the sound of his own heart beating and trying to screen out the words of the sultry temptress before him.
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 » Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:22 pm
Constaniana wrote:"So strong, so resolute," she noted, stopping in front of Erosen as the serpent slowly circled the pair of them. "I really do enjoy the mortals like you. You make for such fascinating prey. Yes, most of them get away and go forth frustrating my husband's plans...but every once in a while one of you slips and succumbs, and when you do, it's delicious. And you've got the chinks in that armour of yours...the desire to speak to others, brought on by your lifetime of isolation and resulting need for human contact, you poor lonely soul...and you've already tasted the sweet power of Darkness. Perhaps it's not as compelling a weakness as some other Elementals over the years, like wanting to preserve their kingdom, or being torn between the love of two women, the creeping sickness of jealousy, the flame of vengeance tended to for centuries...but it's the beginning of an addiction nonetheless," Her tail coiled around Erosen's leg, and she laughed, "It's a chain I can start to tug at, however weakly. But that's enough threats for now, sweet Erosen. I grant you gifts far quicker than Veridaelia does, remember..."
The woman took a few steps away from the Elemental and snapped her fingers, and her serpent lunged towards him, quickly wrapping itself around him and squeezing, sinking its fangs into Erosen.
Erosen would wake up feeling a bit winded, but otherwise unharmed, back in the inn's attic, which wasn't as empty as it had first seemed. It turned out people left the windows to attics open for a reason, such as if they needed to throw something out of them, like dust being swept up or strange intruders.
"Oi! What es ya doin' here, ya tobber? Ya can't sleep up here! Even if ya did rent the attic to sleep in bacause it's cheaper to sleep in I 'spose, ya can't sleep here now! We've got to make room for the party for Saint Vatlanmi's Day, and ya're sleeping right where we need to put some chairs!" said a feminine voice belonging to a young woman prodding the Nature Elemental with a broom. She was fairly attractive, with her raven hair pulled back in a bun, contrasting with her pale skin and light blue eyes, though she was a tad plump for her plain green dress. There was a loud thud as several burly men set casks down on the floor, as a few, heaving and grunting, carried in a table that they set down in between the casks already lined up along one of the walls. Incredibly, the wild man could understand the Galllian, who was sternly glaring at Ero-San.
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 » Wed Apr 09, 2014 7:57 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.
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