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Posted by
Feb 22, 2005

As the Ghobling bounced to and fro the towers of glittering bounty, ahead of the rest, a cold, white hand of Gwyn ap Knudd detoured his approach each time, leading the group and log deeper into the heart of the treasury.

"Be wary, friends," ominously spoke Gwyn, "and the like," he added, looking over to Bimblesnaff. "You mustn't touch this fey gold else be damned. You may only claim the prize you have earned."

"That's not a legend," Rook whispered to the Ruler of the Otherworld, "is it?" The great, white figure only hushed the boy quickly.

"Earned? Please, brothah," an annoyed goblin mocked. "Ya might as well handed ovah yer stash from the staht, seein' how we gave ya such a defeatin'."

"I was nooot deeefeeeeeeeeeeated," angrily protested the Hunter of the Dead. Comically angrily. "I was merely testing you to see if you were worthy of the task at hand. A true defeat would be impossible." His finger quivered in the fiend's direction.

"Please, brothah," the green skin repeated. "If ya dinna want to die from creation's end, ya'd hand ovah that crystal thin' no mattah what."

"... You did not even fight me," revealed the Lord upon the fact's sudden realization. "How can thou even speak of waged combat against me? Perhaps I should test thy metal against mine own?"

"I withdraw my comment," meekly squealed the goblin as he scampered off with his tail between his legs. Literally. The great hall was lined with wonders never seen by the travellers. Great woven patterns forming endless continuity, three faced figures, crosses beyond number, and women holding th- Well, now, that's just not right. At the core of these splendors, away from all else, laid an old, tattered, dull chest without lock. What little metal still remained of it was badly rusted.

"Is... is it in there?" Ticu questioned from behind her brother's leg, afraid of the rotten looking box.

"Why, of course," the Overlord stated. "The greatest of treasures had to be well hidden over these years. Past all of the others, open to the taking by thieves, I chose to hide the crystals so that it would not be disturbed." Eyeing the aged container irkishly, Rook propped open its top with the toe of his boot. The lid swung around not on its hinges, for they had broken from rusting, crashing to the ground with a dusty clatter. Expecting something more extravagant, the lad peered over into the vessel to only scarcely dodge a rising pillar of light. A most brilliant gem rode in this gleaming shaft, but the beam soon vanished into the faceted surface only to be ejected at the little girl.

"What sorcery is this? You didn't say this would happen!" challenged Rook to the Dead's King as he helpless watched his sister be pierced by the light, growing brighter and brighter.

"How am I to know?" the King coldly admitted. "The world hasn't exactly ended before. It could be empowering her, it could be teaching her, it could be learning her, it could be killing her. Annwn, it could be trying to hide itself in her posterior for all I know."

"As much as I would enjoy discussin' the current topic," interrupted Bimblesnaff, "I think the'e mebbe a slight... problem."

"Bogg," Rook mumbled through his hand, smacked straight to his face, "did you touch something?"

"All I did was look at my reflection," the kobold defended himself, "in a... um, spilling... caldron."

"Did you... say... caldron?" The towering god-like figure grew weak at his knees. "Not the caldron of life?"

"I dunno," pondered the goblin. "Is that the one that makes-"

"ZOMBIES!" screamed George, who had been abnormally silent recently.

"Yep, that's the one," obviously told the green skin. "What were all those dead people doin' by a zombie pot, anywise?"

"We're in the land of the bleedin' dead!" screamed Gwyn ap Knudd. "C'mon!"

OOC[Shifting dialect is the fun!]

Posted by
Feb 23, 2005

"Well, yeah... but," Bimblesnaff attempted to rationalize, "just because it is the land of the dead doesn't mean that it has to be the land of dead bodies, does it?"

".... Yes," furiously stated Gwyn, "yes it does."

"Well, we should be fine," hoped 'Ticu, now huddling behind her brother. "I mean, they will pass right through us -- most of us, anyway -- right?"

"You from the other side, aye," confirmed the hunter, "so long as they do not acquire the magick I had cast." Of course, no sooner than he had finished these words did one of the reanimated grasp ahold of his spear's tip, filling its eyes with the same mysterious glow. Soon, all of the corpses shone the same.

"Meh, all the same to me," Rook said nonchalantly. "No matter, for you see...

"You zombie-folk are really keen

"With your smell that's rank and flesh that's green

"And you only speak with one syllable."


"But my friends and me gotta flee

"So adieu as we don Kunee

"And we are now quite invisible."

But of course, they were not. In the slightest.

"Congratulations," ap Knudd flatly spoke. "Now, no one from that real world can see you."

"Oh, right," mumbled Rook. "Well, at least I should be able to grab one of these useful artifacts to aid us in this battle." The boy lunged at a nearby heap and phased straight through it. "C'mon!"

Sufficiently frustrated, he then spun up to his feet and drew his trusty blade Balmung. Rook pushed his sister back from the danger. "Don't worry, 'Ticu. We'll keep ya safe." He rushed forward with Koumori, each cleaving several zombies to shreds in a single swipe.

The goblin joined the fray quickly, angered at how bad the zombies were making him look, which was ironically as bad as he actually was. After ripping through one of the fiends, he pivoted enough to see something behind him.

"And where do you think you are going?" toyed the Ghobling.

"Aw, please not again!" whined Flop-Hop.

"Hmm... I'll take that into consideration," lied Bogg as he lifted up the small, yellow rabbit and hurled it, spiraling through a row of zombies.

Balmung sped up from the ground and up through the torso and neck of another corpse, clearing the skull right from the body. He brandished the legendary blade proudly in the air.

"Ha-ha! No one can stop the great sword Balmung!" he bragged. Just then, a certain cycloptic zombie rose up and struck the weapon, shattering the tip off of the blade. Rook stood, maintaining the same stance but nervously shifting his gaze from side to side. "Um, no one can stop the short sword Balmung?"

"Hey, where did the tip of it go?" asked his familiar between crushing the chests of a few living dead. They did not have to search long to find the fragment. And George.

"Ow! The irony!"

"Wait, I kinda like this," informed the log. It spun itself into a frenzy, damaging many zombie shins with the metal bit that now protruded from its bark.

With her brother preoccupied, no attention was paid to the girl or her young familiar. She had been slinking about the hoard, well beneath its height to remain from view. Although she had Gungnir at her side, she was far too small to wield it properly. Diamond was not too much more useful in a fight compared to Koumori and the others. So 'Ticu sat and waited for the clash to end.

While waiting, something from the king's treasure caught the girl's attention. It was a beautifully woven, gilded robe draped over some sort of furniture piece. She became transfixed by the garment, and the more she stared, the more it seemed to change. Slowly, a black, swirling pattern rose from the bottom and glided up the smooth surface. It twirled about, leaving small, golden points shining in the dark.

As the undead war raged on, something rose above the mounds of treasure. Garbed in a billowing robe as starry as the night sky, Articuno levitated, the mighty spear swinging in her grasp at her side. She hastened over to her brother, piercing a poised zombie and flinging it around into another group. Before they fell to the ground, her spear struck again, impaling and crumbling each of their ribs in a single thrust. She landed softly and approached the old chest, never bothering to answer the many questioning gazes.

"We are leaving now," the girl told Gwyn ap Knudd as she retrieved her crystal which still hovered over the open chest.

"Leaving? But what of the zombies?"

"I'm sure you have a can of Zombie Spray lying someplace in this mess."

"Oh, is that what that yummy stuff was?" remembered the goblin, luckily too quietly for the hunter to overhear.

"And the robe? You are simply going to take it from my hoard?" posed Knudd. "The challenge was for the crystal -- nothing else."

"You ripped my old one. I am entitled to it," she responded, uncharacteristically assertive. The king acquiesced. She turned and began to leave with her allies, who were now mostly finished with the zombies in their way.

"Wow, the first crystal," praised Rook. "Do you wanna give that crystal Koumori for safe keeping?"

"I've got it handled," 'Ticu informed. She lifted up her Dew Drop and set the crystal in its head... er, body. The gem slowly sunk down and was soon visible enough from within her pet to give homage to the pet's name.

"So... where to now?" asked Rook, but 'Ticu already had Gungnir divining the direction. It simply pointed to the door. So 'Ticu walked. "Where are we going, sis?"

"Wherever the spear tells us," she simply answered.

Posted by
Feb 26, 2005

"Great. Absolutely wonderful..." grumbled Rook leaving the home of Gwnn ap Knudd. " Let's see... my oh so mighty holy sword broke, That green... thing unleashed a horde of zombies--"

"Hey! I take offense at that! I prefer the term 'freak'! And it's not my fault for trippin' over tha' damn pot! Besides, who leaves bodies lying around, anyways?"

"Anyways... to top all that off, the little puffy dewdrop is carrying the dang crystal! I feel so secure..." continued Rook as they ventured on, still bickering. Soon, they found themselves back at George's home in the bog.

"This is my stop!" said George, so they put him down, but not before Rook yanked Balmung's shard out of him. "Ow!"

"I might be needin' this... maybe we can find a magic forge or somethin somewhere...

Posted by
Feb 26, 2005

"I hear there is a guy named Regin that can reforge it," told the goblin, oddly contributing to the group.

"Yeah, the dwarven blacksmith," recalled 'Ticu. "He was the only one who could fix it the first time Balmung broke... isn't he dead?" Rook stood and stared out blankly.

"... Dang," moaned Rook in despair. "Wait, we're in the land of the dead! That means we can find him!"

"No... no," the goblin spoke. "Dwarves are Asutru. That means he's in Nifleheim."

"... Dang."

Posted by
Feb 26, 2005

"So, um, don't you wanna know where we are going?" 'Ticu spoke up, holding Gungnir at its destination.

"What the- Are you still here?" Rook exclaimed.

"Well, we might wanna know whe'e we a'e goin'," the goblin pointed out. "I mean, it is somethin' we need to know to save the world."

"Oh, right," accepted Rook. "Well, sis, where are we going to?" His sister pouted.

"I don't remember now," she squeaked. "You were mean to me."

"Yer spear is goin' east," pointed out Bimblesnaff. "So, dun that mean we go east?"

"Yeah, but 'east' isn't too descriptive," the swordman mentioned. "Do you know how many cultures are in the east?" The others shrugged. "No, I'm asking you. Do you know how many their are? That crystal could be anywhere!"

"Well, I know o' a few," the fiend proclaimed as he removed his hat, pulling out a stringed instrument. "And some tunes to go along with 'em."

"What are you, a bard now?" Rook asked. "And didn't you just say that you didn't know how many there wer-" A strum interrupted the lad's speech as a hideous song began.

Many lands, there are to search.

The sun does rise in my weasel's home,

Nippon, Japan, it's all the same.

For the crystal, it's islands we'll comb.

If we went across the sea,

Then there's India, home of Ganesha.

Here, I think we should skip.

Head back to Japan to chill with geisha.

Closer still, is the Tower of Babel,

But all of them guys are dead.

A thousand and one nights or tales,

Simple makes tangles in my head,

So I hope we ain't Arabia bound.

Their neighbors have the pyramids,

And not to bad of ladies, either.

I wouldn't mind if we had some ki-

"Bimblesnaff," Rook cut in. "Is there a point to this?"

"... No, not really," the kobold admitted. "I just had the guitar is all..."

"So, then, where are we going?" He only shrugged and pointed to 'Ticu.

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