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by Kassaran » Fri Oct 08, 2021 11:34 pm
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 » Sun Oct 24, 2021 2:21 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 » Sun Oct 24, 2021 3:48 pm
Constaniana wrote: The characters were at liberty to do as they wished for the rest of the night, either finding some way to celebrate in Mithsbow, or returning to Towraigth.
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 Nov 02, 2021 5:53 am
by Constaniana » Wed Nov 24, 2021 11:10 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 » Wed Dec 22, 2021 6:35 am
by Constaniana » Sat Dec 25, 2021 1:52 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 Constaniana » Sun Jan 02, 2022 12:43 am
The historians of Galllia wrote:Duke Kreigen had imposed martial law in Villdernheim, imprisoned any pro-peace members of the government he could find, and wrote back to Duke Aurenheim that peace would only come after one of them was killed. Fate would see to that on December 20th, 1780.
On that final day, before the sun had arisen, the Northern Allies and Federal-Imperial troops met in the largest battle of the entire war. It was north of a hamlet called Champion Field, near the banks of the ancient canal that connected the east side of Villdernheim to the Halrennor Sea. What would follow would end this bloody chapter of Galllian history, and foreshadow what would come some other day for Galllia, and possibly the world. The White Rose finally appeared on the battlefield in a way that made certain of her existence, fighting in the thick of it all, mounted on a glorious white mare. Watchtower's monstrous hordes were no match for her divine wrath, and the corrupted beings were blasted into dust. The full moons rose, the sun began to set, and still the battle raged. At last Bismarke Van Aurenheim saw the enemy line collapsing, and he lead all his remaining heavy cavalry in a charge that smashed Vincent Van Kreigen's forces to pieces. The two supreme generals came face to face, and they duelled. Bismarke's icy claymore slammed Vincent's longsword from his hand after a few minutes, and four seconds later it severed his head from his neck. The Battle of Champion Field had come to an end.
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 04, 2022 11:41 am
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 » Wed Jan 05, 2022 8:29 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 Kassaran » Sat Jan 08, 2022 7:05 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 » Sun Jan 09, 2022 6:02 pm
by Constaniana » Mon Jan 10, 2022 10:37 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Eventually, her path led her to find a young woman with pale blonde hair of the same shade as she remembered, as well as a voluptuous figure that largely matched the memory she held of the Daemonness. However, whereas the Lisoette that she remembered was rather pale, this woman... was not. Puzzled, Trish closed her eyes and focused, only to open them again, even more confused than before. This was definitely the same aura that she was familiar with, that of thunder mottled with darkness. Was this the same person, then? She supposed she would have to make sure.
Approaching from behind her without a sound - a bad habit that had caused her to get scolded a good few times - Trish was met with her next issue. She didn't know what to do. Should she simply greet her? Tap her shoulder to get her attention? Would it be wise to call out her name or just speak out a generic greeting in case she had the wrong person? Perhaps simply clear her throat and then pretend she hadn't done anything if this wasn't Lisoette? Surely shooting a roll of bread off her hand and into a nearby signpost wouldn't make a good impression twice in a row, but speaking could be so troublesome.
As she thought about this, the Ice Elemental noticed something in the Daemonness' hair, a small string of silver among locks of gold. A single white hair. Was that one of Tristan's hairs? That would certainly mean she had the right person, though that only reinforced the mystery of Lisoette's radical change in appearance. Either way, distracted by this matter, Trish unceremoniously plucked the silvery hair from Lisoette's blonde locks.
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 » Wed Jan 12, 2022 11:16 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 Jan 13, 2022 12:50 am
Constaniana wrote:---
by Ameriganastan » Thu Jan 13, 2022 2:28 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Constaniana wrote:---
In hindsight, she probably should have anticipated an abrupt reaction to an equally abrupt contact. Unfortunately, these things often slipped her mind. After only three or so years, Trish still hadn't grown entirely accustomed to the intricacies of human contact - up until her involvement with Aldraniri's group shortly before what was now known as the Heavenly Judgement, she had lived practically in complete isolation. She had since abandoned her silly notions of superiority - most of them anyway - but many of the more obvious tenets of human interaction continued to elude her.
Like not touching someone without their permission.
Trish found herself staring back at Lisoette with a blank expression, unsure of what to say or do in order to mend the situation, now that she had made a poor first impression after years of not seeing her. She opened her mouth to speak, intending to explain what she had seen and done, but words were still somewhat difficult for her and in the moment they seemed to escape her. In that brief delay, the blonde woman let out a shrill noise and then threw her arms around the Ice Elemental, who was briefly taken aback at the sudden contact - the irony was not lost on her. Still, after a moment she returned the gesture, placing her arms around the Daemonness' back. It was endearing, how she and her husband had both reacted the same way to her presence.
What was different between the two was how much they talked. Whereas Tristan had been fairly brief with his words despite being no less effusive than his wife, Mrs. Frost seemed intent on talking her ears off from the get-go. As much as she appreciated the affectionate greeting and the sincere compliment that came with it, after Lisoette pulled back the Ice Elemental found herself staring blankly at her friend once more as she was barely able to keep up with her rapid-fire sentences, unable to parse the meaning of a few key words. What even was a honeymoon? Still, she was happy for Lis. She was clearly happy and had lived several exciting adventures with Tristan, and for Trish it felt quite nice to learn that she had been missed so.
Returning the Daemonness' second hug a little more enthusiastically than the first, Trish listened to her question, remaining silent for a moment afterwards to get the meaning straight and sort her thoughts before answering. "Breakfast, yes. I would like that." She said, managing to offer her a soft smile.
As Lisoette began to lead the way, Lady Vetrigart followed in her footsteps. Walking alongside her, she touched a rolled up parchment she kept on the belt that fastened her, but ultimately decided against showing it to her friend just yet. Instead, she continued speaking. She was sure that would please Lis.
"Who else is in your... group?" The white-haired girl said after pausing just a moment to find the right word. "I traveled with the knights. But I did not speak to them. Only the one I knew. Veryll." She said. She hadn't spoken to him since their arrival in the Thin Isles, opting to keep to herself and bide her time while aiding the battle against the demons from afar, but during their conversation last night Tristan had told her that the party had run into him as well. "I have not seen anyone I know for three years. I woke up on a mountain after the battle, alone." She explained, going back to Lisoette's comment about her and Tristan's adventures. "Then I found buildings on the mountain. A white tower. A woman called Lady Vetrigart took me in. She said I would be Lady Vetrigart too, and taught me many things. Taught me Gallish, but it is not very good still. Need to talk slowly. Lack... eloquence, I think?"
Trish paused. She did not want to sour Lisoette's mood with her drab memories. But how to get a laugh out of her?
"Taught me to play the lyre. But I did not like it. Much... nagging." She told her, mimicking a yapping mouth with her hand and then cracking a smile.
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 Jan 17, 2022 11:26 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:...
Ameriganastan wrote:...
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 18, 2022 5:15 pm
Constaniana wrote:
Lisoette paused as she remembered that the last time Trish had seen that pair Belle Lame was still trapped in her sword-form. She supposed they had all changed a great deal since their paths had diverged. And then Eric and Belle sprang from an alleyway down the road, with a few extra people in tow. For some reason the old soldier was ordering a teenager, who looked only a year or so younger than her and Trish, to punch one of the other people in the face.
"Well speak of the devil...or the Angelle, in this case," chuckled Lisoette, waving back as Eric greeted Trish. The two women continued walking until they were a couple yards away, at which point the blonde spoke again, "Good morning! Look who I found! Isn't it nice getting the band back together?"
Eric's last comment about teaching his boy took a few seconds to sink in.
"Wait...your boy? When did you find a son of yours?!? I mean, I figured you had some from all your sleeping around, but for some reason I never thought we'd actually meet one of them," cried the Daemonness, "Hi, Eric's son, I'm Lisoette Frost. What's your name?"
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*
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by Ameriganastan » Tue Feb 01, 2022 10:47 pm
Observation Post 13 wrote:Still Outside Mithsbow, Albrion, Unmarked Cementary
*Fwwomp!*
A musket ball scores the fleeing man on his leg and he drops like a sack. Willis scrams for cover behind his own gravestone, they have guns, and his heart pumping in his chest. Work your magic. He managed to squeak out "metallum, non loqui", and the somatic calmed him somewhat. The shot came from a place in front? of him. Somewhere a soldier lowered his musket as smoke drizzled from the barrel, signaling for his comrades to press onward. They converge behind ranks of markers, moving from cover to cover. Oh shit oh shit where are they? Willis sank down and quickly poked his hand back into the topsoil fishing out a shovel, then leaned flat against the stone barrier. Tried peering around the tombstone but then he heard footsteps and a *click click click* behind, whipped his neck back and found himself looking down the barrel of a flintlock, which seems to be jammed, the gunman standing SO CLOSE from Willis. "Lucen-" *Thwack!* goes another shot chipping Willis's cover, spraying granite fragments into his collar. The guy facing Willis already unsheathed their backsword, dodged the clumsy shovel swing and allowed momentum to carry the edge into Willis. It harmlessly slides off, cutting only rags as the two men collide fitfully. Willis raised his fists and hammered the dude's back, once, twice, they let go of the blade then a punch send them reeling into the stone slab behind Willis. Willis points at the guy, "F *burrrp* ck! Lucendi!" and a sliver of lighting uncoil around his fingertip whipping into the man, *pop-zzzzt*, who goes limp. *Fwwomp!* and Willis drop down on one leg, clutching at his chest, they are coming, and tried looking for an opening. Instead, all he sees around him are dark figures with glinting swords and guns. And a firing line directly facing Willis. Willis screamed: "WAIT WAIT WAIT, I'm not a thief! I'm an ELEMENTAL!" and ducks just in time as a hail of pellets flies over and around him like angry wasps.
Another beefy man comes out from the shadows, shouts some insults that Willis didn't understand, then charges toward Willis with the sword raised. Willis drop the shovel and point instead at the firing squad.
"Catena Lucendi," Willis says, and a blue bolt streaks into the patch of soldiers, then explodes into a web of lighting that consumes the whole 3-line rank in a dull roar. It smells like burnt barbeque.
The guy has stopped to turn and look at the devastation. Black ash marks the center of the blast, and around it heaps of bodies, convulsing from residual sparks. The stricken-looking man's mouth hangs open as he contemplates the destruction. There was a brief stillness hanging over the air.
Willis straightens his back, points at himself again, "HELLO-ME-COOL-MAGIC-PERSON-FROM-BIG-DESERT *pause* ME-NEED-HELP *pause* TAKE-ME-TO-YOUS-LEADER." With a *clang* the man throws his blade into the dirt, and nods. He then turns and trudges away, looking as if he doesn't know where he's going. As they walk, Willis has noticed that most soldiers are gone by now, and the ones that remained dares not to make eye contact. Eventually, they made their way out of the cemetery and a nervous man motions Willis to follow him.
Willis liked how he can use his magical power as an implicit tool for persuasion.
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*
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