Planetfall BWEND
Planetfall BWRELEND
HomeRELENDREF
HomeBDREF
SABDREF
Planetfall Planetfall SABD
It's To-Po!


Site Games Miscellaneous /
Board Writing :: Pitiful Incantation :: Page 3


- First - Prev - Next - Last - Print - Info - Discussion Board (No Comments) -
Page: « 1 2 3 4 5 6 »

Posted by
MadGoblin
on
Feb 6, 2005


"Damn!" swore on of the thieves. "Cursed to be immobile and blind, with a balloon for a head. All our numbers are completely helpless."

"You poor, innocent marauders," Dracon sympathized before fully grasping his statement, "especially that one. He seems to have taken the curse worse than all of you. I think he's oozing something."

"Actually, that one was inside," the Boss corrected, "and she's me wife."

"But, I thought you couldn't see?" challenged Eagle.

"I just know."

"You poor, innocent marauders..."

"Well, I suppose we ought to get wheeled in before the wolves get our scent. Get the rookies to fetch some wagons," the Boss ordered. "Strong wagons," he added. One by one, some lesser members of the guild filed out of the hideout pulling carts to keep the higher ranking members safe until cured or lanced. One of these members caught the young warrior's eye. A small, frail thief with greatly exaggerated features. And green skin.

"By the Mesopotamian High god! 'Tis thou, Bimblesnaff," exclaimed Dracon upon seeing his old acquaintance. "It has been several years since we last met."

"Who are ya?" the goblin asked, finding that all humans looked the same. Seeing Stanley, his memory was refreshed. "Aye, right. The wee lad wit' the missin' snake."

"So, my Ghobling friend," Dracon further chatted with the long since separated companion, "you are a new member to this establishment as well, I see?"

"No, actually," Bimblesnaff disagreed, setting down the wagon sinking his claws deep into one of the amorphous blobs, "I've been in it for nigh on a year. I'm just..." he struggled a while, failing to roll the monstrosity which, at worse guess, would be several fold his weight. "... not that good."

"Oh, I see," understood Dracon. "So, I take it you are staying with it to procure much shiny riches?" The green one shook his head.

"Unlimited access to the guild tavern," the kobold said with a devilish smirk.

"Funny," noted Eagle, "I don't remember being told about any tavern here."

"That's 'cuz it's closed right now," expounded Bimblesnaff, now rapidly throwing his body's weight into the mass to attempt to get it to budge.

"Closed?" Eagle questioned, "What happened to cause that?"

"Me," answered the goblin, smiling wickedly once more. "So, what are ya up to? Savin' the world again?"

"No," he replied with a heavy sigh, "we're just... trying to get this... curse... off of me?"

"Ouch, that's bad," retched the goblin. "Well, I at least hope ya got a worthy adversary." He darted his eyes around to make sure his words would go unheard. "Like, right now, I heard these guys are actually fightin' a Pointy Purple Wizard! How lame is that? Right? ... Right?" Dracon stood in silence, only emitting a single, awkward cough. "I'm not helping you," he quickly stated.

"Aw, come on," Dracon whined, "for good times sake! What better do you have to do with the pub closed?"

"It'll be reopening in a week," told the freak. "That's when the next shipment comes in."

"Gee," Eagle asked, "what have you been doing since the last shipment came?"

"This," Bimblesnaff grunted as he strained against the swollen form. Both Eagle and Dracon's eyes slowly panned over to a large wagon near the supply depot marked with the words, "Curly's Ale Shiping Co.", complete with misspelling. The sign continued, "We deliver weekly! ... As in just today! ... He drank it all already! ... 'cuz he's a drunkard!"

"What an odd sign," Dracon wondered. "Are you certain you do not want to accompany us, goblin friend?"

"Quite sure," the fiend said, kicking the shapeless form. "If ya're so keen on havin' a goblin wit' ya, why dun ya just take me brotha?"

"Your... what?" Dracon was shocked, but more shocked when a small freak popped out from behind him with a terrible shriek. "By St. Lazuro, what is that?" The dripping, boggle-eyed, naked mutant gibbered some incoherent dribble.

"Well, it's not actually me brotha," Bimblesnaff explained, "more of my homunculus. Some advise: never get drunk in an alchemical lab."

"Now, why would anyone do that?" Eagle demanded, seeking some type of reason to the stupidity.

"Well, all those bottles are just so shiny." At this, the already jittering creature exploded, its wish being granted. "Damn, and this guy still dinna budge," complained the goblin, wiping some of the flung slime from his face. Dracon and Eagle, seeing the hideous mutant trembling before its eruption, had already left the scene to find the Pointy Purple... ah, dammit.

"So," Eagle spoke up after a while of walking in the wilderness, "do you think he ever got that guy onto the cart?" A terrible yell echoed through the trees which grew into a mighty roar as a large, winding dragon could be seen rising above the tree tops, even at their distant location. Reaching down out of their sight, they saw it return to vision, carrying a large sphere shaped object in its claws. Then, faltering, it crashed back down out of sight. "Never mind," Eagle sighed.

"Where are we going again?" Dracon questioned, not remembering the goal to their wandering.

"No where."

"What?" He implored, "Then why are pacing though these woodlands?"

"Well, you said 'I guess we need to run into him randomly again'," Eagle quoted, "and there's no better way to randomly encounter something than walking through the wilderness where you saw them last."

"That has got to be," Dracon started, "the stupidest thing I have ever-"

"Watch out, Mad Pony!" Eagle interrupted, pulling Dracon out of the path of a raging unicorn with little demons on its back. "Imps!"

OOC[Erg. I hated to add myself, seeing how I always say that one can perfectly add to a story without adding themselves, yet I have failed to do this once. I just had too many funny ideas with him, and then they doubled. Well, he's not really in it, tho', so... meh.]

Ems didn't mean to insult you, Lwty, he just wanted to clarify that Eagle was not Lt. Eagle from The Search as to avoid someone making a huge mistake later on. Now, if he wanted to insult you, he would have said "telepsychic", so its all quite good.

Er, Dracon, you do know that a "brigand" is not a "brigade", right? I have to be the Grammar Nazi, but that really got confusing when reading. Brigands are thieves who roam in bands, while a brigade would be one of those bands, kinda.




Posted by
LieutenantEagle
on
Feb 6, 2005


"What in the name of Light was that?" Eagle inquired.

"I dunno," Dracon said. "Must be the Purple Pointy Wizard's doing, though, according to your logic."

"So do we continue searching for him, then?"

"I guess..."

"No need, fools!" a childish voice shouted out from the thick shrubs. "I'm right here, come and get me...if you can! Ahahahhaha!"

Dracon attempted to step forward, realizing that he was completely immobilized.

"Great!" Dracon exclaimed. "Now I'm disabled and immobilized! What's next, balloon shape?"

"Wait...hold on," Eagle said. In a swift stroke, he drew Metalkeen and sliced through the air...and Dracon was free to move again!

"How did you -?"

"Nothing easier for a magical blade to do than to sever invisible ropes. Come now, where is that ingrate?" Eagle infuriatingly asked.

"How...how did you...not get paralyzed...?" the voice of the child stated. "You were both supposed to be...stuck here forever...until my imps finally got you..."

"Fool! You shall learn to never mess with a servant of Light!" At this Eagle rushed forward towards the direction of the sound of the wizard. He was met with a purple flash, and, when Eagle cut the thickery apart, no one was there.

"Um, Eagle...I think he apparated away," Dracon stated.

"Sure enough, Dracon...the problem is, how do we get him now? And so humiliating...to be unable to defeat a simple child!"

"You know, I am beginning to have doubts about his being a child," Dracon contemplated. "Before we met, I was warned that I was dealing with a great and terrible force...probably this is but the tip of the iceberg."

"Ah...I hate ice," said Eagle. "Anyway, let's return to the guild headquarters. No use in hanging around here when it's so dark anyway, we will eventually be hit by a rampaging unicorn if not worse. Besides, I have a feeling that...what was his name, Bimblesnaff, was it?...can actually help us out greatly in finding the Purple Pointy Wizard."

"That's my phrase," said Dracon.




Posted by
dracon
on
Feb 7, 2005


...They started trudging there way back to the guild head quarters. "I, that kid, do you think that he could have changed his shape to conceal his identity?" Dracon protested. "If this, in fact is the tip of the ice-berg, we don't know what he could do next, he could destroy the world next with a complex rhyme…” Dracon said putting his heads down. “He could possibly do worse; he could torture everyone in his wake…” Dracon said continuing, remembering the incident back at the Thieve Guild Headquarters. “This is no ordinary Purple Pointy Wizard; this could be in fact a terrible, long and painful journey, possibly harder, than when I tried to recover Stanley here.” Dracon said glancing over to his familiar.

“You told me earlier, you remember some one by the name of Lieutenant Eagle, and you mistaken him for me…” Eagle said looking at Dracon.

“Ah, yes, I did know someone by the name, though you are clearly not him, I am sorry for earlier…” Dracon said smiling.

“No, it is okay, I just want to know exactly what happened.” Eagle said wondering why Dracon would apologize.

“Well, first, I found out about two years ago that my familiar, was taken by a group, a small group called the Akilokipok…” Dracon said telling everything that happened with Bahamut, eagle, and everyone who accompanied him on his painful struggle to recover his Hydra that recently hatched before the incident.

“Ahh, I see…” Eagle said sadly, “I am glad you recovered him” He said smiling encouraging Dracon.

“Well, I am glad I won’t see a lot like them again.” Dracon said happily. “Here we are, best hurry…” Dracon said entering the base of the guild. He walked casually to the boss with an unusual balloon shaped head, “Did you find anything out?” Dracon asked concerned.

“Yes, yes I did in fact…” The captain said gravely.

“I found out that……..





Posted by
MintMan
on
Feb 14, 2005


"-Wait," interrupted Dracon. "Don't even tell us."

"Aww, c'mon guys," said the balloon-headed one, whose said-head currently had a sock clinging to it. "It is a really funny thing, really."

"Did you find out anything concerning Purple Pointy?" a frustrated Eagle asked.

"Oh, right... that guy," mumbled the boss, departing to some scrolls behind him. "Well, I did some research, and I found out that if you destroy his familiar, he will be entirely disabled and-"

"His magic will be reduced to mere, piddle tricks. Yes, we know. The same applies to any wizard, not just him. But he doesn't even have a familiar," informed Eagle, becoming quite agitated with Boss.

"Wait, he doesn't have a familiar," realized Dracon. "That's impossible."

"What do you mean? Of course he does," Boss countered.

"How does he speak if he has a balloon for a head?" Dracon inappropriately thought aloud.

"Wait, you're right."

"About the talking balloon?"

"No!" snapped the monk. "About his familiar, or his lack of one, at least. Everyone knows that most of an individual's magical energy is concentrated in their monster."

"Why's that?" asked the thief as conveniently clueless as the reading audience.

"Monsters are not like us. They are made more of magic than material," Eagle narrated. "They come about from fragments of our souls, no longer attached to our bodies but still bound to our spirit. They grow as such, without physical limitation, into things impossible." He looked up to the brigand leader. "Still bound by soul, whatever magical dweomers came to form a random fracture of one's life-force into an unimaginable beast are also available to the sorcerer it belongs to. Humans are innately non-magical, but when they share the soul of a monster..."

"But to gain the benefits of a monster's magic," said Dracon, "the two must be close, don't they?" The monk narrowed his eyes and descended his gaze once more.

"To have powers like that, a familiar had to be nearby," rationalized the warrior of light. "So where was it?"




Posted by
draggy1234
on
Feb 15, 2005


“Perhaps it was nearby, but we never thought to look for it.” Dracon responded. “We always had our attention concentrated on the Purple Pointy Wizard himself.”

“That may be so…” Eagle said, “but wouldn’t we have noticed if the familiar was around nearby?”

“It may have been hiding.” the Boss piped up.

“Well,” Dracon announced, “at least now we know to look for a nearby familiar next time we run into him.”

“Easier said than done.” Eagle muttered. “Especially when the wizard seems to keep disappearing constantly.”

“So, what are you planning to do?” the Boss asked.

“We could try to run into the Purple Pointy Wizard randomly again.” Dracon suggested. “Except next time we’ll be looking for the nearby familiar.”

Everyone else thought on this for a while, but no better plan came up. So the group bid farewell to the deformed boss and set out into the wilderness again.






** There is still more to this story. Continue to the next page. **


- First - Prev - Next - Last - Print - Info - Discussion Board (No Comments) -
Page: « 1 2 3 4 5 6 »

Copyright © 1999-2019