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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 16:03:50 GMT -5
OOC: I thought it was about time to try this again. I know what to do and I've learned from my mistakes. I will be hiring an assisted GM. So when I start it's discussion thread you can all sign up.
Rolf awoke. He had lost most of his memories and was small and weak. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of having all his life pulled out of his body. He had no idea how he survived. The only possession he had left were his bottles of elements. He felt helpless and began to build weapon upon weapon.
After three years had past, he had made a spacious home underneath the ground and an armory with thousands of swords and explosives, a lot of which he carried around out of extreme paranoia. He hadn't spoke ever since that strange day and felt a great depression. He sat high in a tree and hoped that someone would come to him. He knew how futile it was but he didn't care.
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 16:55:18 GMT -5
Ashton walked through the trees, looking around anxiously. He had been walking for days, and there was still no sign of his father. He paused beside a tall tree (i assume the tree Rolf is on is tall. >^_^<) and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Daddy!" he shouted, as loud as he could. He waited for a moment, but when there was no answering roar, he sat beside the tree and sighed. First mama, now daddy... he thought sadly.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:03:01 GMT -5
Rolf heard the person below call out and autiously climbed down onto a lower branch. He paused a moment then spoke. "Hello... Are you lost?"
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 17:06:45 GMT -5
Ashton jumped, surprised, then looked up. Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he nodded. "K...kinda..." he said softly.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:09:18 GMT -5
"Well you'd better be careful, there are a lot of vicious creatures around here. Do you have an idea of where your parents are?"
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 17:12:23 GMT -5
Ashton's eyes filled with tears. He shook his head, wiping eyes. "Mama's...gone...and daddy and I got seperated..." he explained, standing and moving a way from the tree to see the person better.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:17:23 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you need a place to stay? It's getting late and soon the night dwelling spirits will come out."
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 17:19:48 GMT -5
Ashton sniffed and nodded his head. He had been staying in a tree most nights, but they didn't offer much shelter, and he hadn't gotten much sleep.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:23:27 GMT -5
(OOC: By shook you mean the opposite of nodding right? Or was it a typo?)
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 17:25:26 GMT -5
(OOC:Bleh, typo...I fixed it... sorry!)
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:32:57 GMT -5
"Okay, then follow me." Rolf lead Ashton to a small empty plain of grass near a river. He then lifted a round wooden door disguised as more grass. Looking inside the door you could see a short set of stairs leading to a wide room with several halls leading to more rooms. The floor was made of stone and the walls were just supported dirt. The ceiling though was made of wood. Rolf led Ashton down the stairs. "Down that hall is the kitchen, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge."
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 17:37:15 GMT -5
Ashton fiddled with his sleeves. "i'm not hungry..." he said softly, staring at his feet. This person had invited hm into his home, and ashton didn't even know his name. "Thank you, though..." he continued, voice quiet. He hadn't had much experience in talking to people.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:46:31 GMT -5
Rolf heard a commotion outside. "No, they couldn't have possibly followed me here." He turned to Ashton. "This is going to be dangerous, stand back." Suddenly the door burst open and black ghosts with blood stained masks lunged at Rolf. He pulled out a large machete and a flail. A gruesome battle took place. "What do you want!? Why are you always after me?!"
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 17:50:34 GMT -5
AShton had covered his face with his hands, cringeing against the wall. He sat and pulled his knees up, wings forming a protective sheild around his body.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 17:59:00 GMT -5
Rolf smashed every one of their masks causing them to disappear. Rolf turned to Ashton. "These things are always after me. I lost my memory a while ago, I think they don't want me to regain it." Rolf sighed and sat down on the floor. "They go after others occasionally. If they come after you I'll protect you. Fortunately, those were the only ones that knew of this place and that's because I wasn't watching for them. You'll be safe here. But eventually I'm going to have to leave. They stole my old life and I'm not going to stand for that.
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 18:02:59 GMT -5
Slowly, Ashtons wings folded back. He peeked between his fingers at the person in front of him, eyes wide. "Who are you?" he asked, voice awed.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 12, 2006 18:09:57 GMT -5
"My name is Rolf. I may look like a child but in reality I'm several hundred years old. That's one of the few things I remember of my past life."
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 12, 2006 18:11:54 GMT -5
"Woah..." Ashton said, with a child-like fascination. "I'm...i'm Ashton...I'm 10..." he said softly.
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 13, 2006 21:28:39 GMT -5
Tatters moved along, humming and singing snatches of an old song as she went. "Dadada, doo... Brain... Deedeedee-Oh! People!" She immediately threw her gangly self into a guarded pose, and ventured closer. Ooh! A child. Tatters had allways liked children. They tended to like her, as well. Possibly because she had the seeming of something out of one if the storybooks she read them.
Ah, yes. Stories. They didn't only mean the world. They were the world. Everything in this realm and the next, was a series of magical, individual chapters. It had allways been her purpose to record them. Se could feel that a story was about to begin... Nope. It had allready started.
Hmmm... The two were going inside.
She dashed up, and knocked on the door. "Egads! I hope I'm not too late..."
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 13, 2006 21:38:49 GMT -5
(OOC:Wait...i think we're underground...)
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 13, 2006 21:52:01 GMT -5
((^^ Better now? Sorry about that. I missed a post. Several posts. Arg, I need to pay more attention.))
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 13, 2006 21:59:32 GMT -5
(OOC:Eh, it's ok, we all do things like that...)
Ashton looked up, eyes seeming to focus far into the distance. "There's someone at your door...I think who ever it is is friendly..." he said to Rolf softly, his eyes focusing once again on him. The plants had told him so...
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 14, 2006 0:20:33 GMT -5
Rolf hesitated for a moment then replied. "Okay, I'll check." Rolf cautiously opened the door.
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 14, 2006 0:30:30 GMT -5
Ashton stood and followed, curious. Who was this person that the plants had told him about?
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Post by Scarecrow on Apr 14, 2006 1:39:41 GMT -5
"Oh! Hullo!" she leaned down, smiling her signature twisted, twitchy smile, showing several of her needlelike, uneven teeth. The black bar that was one of her pupils spun around in place, as she held out a long-fingered hand to shake. "Hiiii!! Am I too late? Has the story started allready? Egads allmighty, have you come to an important plot point?!" she calmed down, regaining composure. She cleared what might pass as a throat if it wasn't so stick-thin. "My name is Tatter de Malion, but you can call me Scare. Or Tatters. Or pretty much anything else. I've been known to answer to 'Idiot'! What's your name...?"
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Post by Wolfy on Apr 14, 2006 9:38:08 GMT -5
Ashton stared. "Story?" he said uncertainly, scratching the base of one of his horns in confusion.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 15, 2006 13:51:59 GMT -5
Rolf was pretty confused, how did she find the entrance. Was he careless upon entering his home? "I'm not sure what you mean by a story... You seem friendly enough, I guess you can come in."
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Apr 15, 2006 14:23:56 GMT -5
outside the door, a man could be seen walking. He appeared to be looking for something. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind.
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Post by Stonestrike on Apr 15, 2006 14:27:05 GMT -5
After seeing this mysterious person Rolf quickly replied. "Get in here quick! I'll see who this is." With that Rolf jumped off tree to tree until he could get a good view of the person.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on Apr 15, 2006 14:29:13 GMT -5
The man turned his head, hearing the movement.
"Anyone there?"
He drew the spear from the cloth package on his back, holding it like one who was very familiar with it. It had a metal body, which widened slightly near the top and bottom. The spearhead was very large, almost swordlike.
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