Any more people willing to join our monk in a grand adventure?
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Aand since the last player was never heard from again, still need new blood!
@HarbringerSeems to have worked, thanks!
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Sooo, can I post now? Myke just dropped off after giving me some criticism and not approving nor disallowing my designs...
"One, this Glith is only after me. I've half a mind to walk right up to him and politely request a quick death if I thought it would keep a thousand more from dyin' or worse. Hells, if he knows I'm not in the town, he might just let everyone else be."
Keystone felt a wave of denial flood his mind as that thought crossed his mind and was picked up by Kaylee.
He continued, "Two, your presence in my head makes me weaker. I can't do what needs being done while you're sharing rooms with my logic-box. Same time, your presence makes Big & Fugly stronger. Lots stronger."
When the thought of making Glith stronger passed, a set of images depicting the sword and its glowing inscription floated by Keystone, with no Glith holding it. The inscription glowed bright when the sword was depicted up close, and faint when the sword was far away. Several more images of the sword flashed by, slicing with inhuman speed when the inscription was bright, and swinging slow and cumbersome, its inscription faint. The latter images kept getting broken up by thoughts of fear or images of a cage with bars, before the entity gave up and retreated.
The call to help the monk fight did inspire a wave of happiness in Keystone's mind, as brief as it was. Determination, not his own, flooded his mind for the next few seconds, and the monk could feel his limbs becoming very light, almost weightless and easy to move as it did. Keystone also saw the image of a brick wall in his mind, a small ball of light on one side, a large two handed sword on the other.
This scene kept repeating in his mind until he voiced his intent to rest. Just as before, his mind was clear, the spirit not present.
Theme Music
With a dull thud, Glith smacked the last guard to the ground for his undead servants to eat. He inspected the hilt of the sword, smiling with an unseen mouth as the inscription on it glowed ever so faintly. On the hillock he could see into the town, as it was made ready for the assault. That always amused the ancient knight. Human, elves, orcs, any creatures that had some form of civilization, always assumed their walls would keep out most of the intrusion. Glith chuckled at the irony of that statement, even more amused by how ineffective those walls would prove to be today.
His empty eye sockets stared at the sun in its zenith, unwavering under the light that could blind any other creature. Even though he couldn't feel anything, the knight jumped out of the way when he felt a disturbance in the air around him. A split second later, the crackle of a lighting bolt passed the exact place where he stood and slammed into a tree, shattering the thick stem and setting it on fire. Glith rose to his feet and let out a hearty laugh as he saw the wizards on the town walls.
"Very well," he chuckled, turning away from the city. The few mummies, zombies and skeletons that had accompanied the large knight onto the hillock charged out of the forest and towards the town. Glith scowled, his skull twisting in an unnatural shape, as he heard the first sounds of battle. He sheathed his sword and entered the low mining tunnel, having to bend over in two just to be able to walk.
On the fields east of Telflamm, a great battle had begun, arrows, spells and stones raining down on the many undead that were shambling and charging towards the walls. Red Wizards and the city guard worked together in a long-unseen display of power, destroying many of the undead before they even managed to cross half the field.
"Conserve your strength! They will attack with the bulk of the force at nightfall!" yelled Raa, walking among the troops as the newly promoted second-in-command, peering into the horde on the field and occasionally crushing the heads of any undead that managed to get up on the wall.
Keystone felt a wave of denial flood his mind as that thought crossed his mind and was picked up by Kaylee.
He continued, "Two, your presence in my head makes me weaker. I can't do what needs being done while you're sharing rooms with my logic-box. Same time, your presence makes Big & Fugly stronger. Lots stronger."
When the thought of making Glith stronger passed, a set of images depicting the sword and its glowing inscription floated by Keystone, with no Glith holding it. The inscription glowed bright when the sword was depicted up close, and faint when the sword was far away. Several more images of the sword flashed by, slicing with inhuman speed when the inscription was bright, and swinging slow and cumbersome, its inscription faint. The latter images kept getting broken up by thoughts of fear or images of a cage with bars, before the entity gave up and retreated.
The call to help the monk fight did inspire a wave of happiness in Keystone's mind, as brief as it was. Determination, not his own, flooded his mind for the next few seconds, and the monk could feel his limbs becoming very light, almost weightless and easy to move as it did. Keystone also saw the image of a brick wall in his mind, a small ball of light on one side, a large two handed sword on the other.
This scene kept repeating in his mind until he voiced his intent to rest. Just as before, his mind was clear, the spirit not present.
Theme Music
With a dull thud, Glith smacked the last guard to the ground for his undead servants to eat. He inspected the hilt of the sword, smiling with an unseen mouth as the inscription on it glowed ever so faintly. On the hillock he could see into the town, as it was made ready for the assault. That always amused the ancient knight. Human, elves, orcs, any creatures that had some form of civilization, always assumed their walls would keep out most of the intrusion. Glith chuckled at the irony of that statement, even more amused by how ineffective those walls would prove to be today.
His empty eye sockets stared at the sun in its zenith, unwavering under the light that could blind any other creature. Even though he couldn't feel anything, the knight jumped out of the way when he felt a disturbance in the air around him. A split second later, the crackle of a lighting bolt passed the exact place where he stood and slammed into a tree, shattering the thick stem and setting it on fire. Glith rose to his feet and let out a hearty laugh as he saw the wizards on the town walls.
"Very well," he chuckled, turning away from the city. The few mummies, zombies and skeletons that had accompanied the large knight onto the hillock charged out of the forest and towards the town. Glith scowled, his skull twisting in an unnatural shape, as he heard the first sounds of battle. He sheathed his sword and entered the low mining tunnel, having to bend over in two just to be able to walk.
On the fields east of Telflamm, a great battle had begun, arrows, spells and stones raining down on the many undead that were shambling and charging towards the walls. Red Wizards and the city guard worked together in a long-unseen display of power, destroying many of the undead before they even managed to cross half the field.
"Conserve your strength! They will attack with the bulk of the force at nightfall!" yelled Raa, walking among the troops as the newly promoted second-in-command, peering into the horde on the field and occasionally crushing the heads of any undead that managed to get up on the wall.
If I didn't know any better, your last post would lead me to believe that Glith is some kind of demigod with Kaylee nearby. I'm glad I can foster that kind of fear.
The Grandmaster listened to Keystone with unwavering attention, his eyes boring into the monk like they were trying to dig a hole through his flesh. He didn't nod or acknowledge anything Keystone said, but somehow, Keystone knew that he was listening. The mention of Kaylee brought a knowing nod from the old monk.
"It is a great challenge to contend with the dangers of the Material Plane, but one versed in the intricacies of the mind would always argue it's a greater challenge to contend with one's own mind and intrusions therein. Kaylee is a danger to your mind, Keystone. As long as she is in there, you won't be able to achieve complete peace of mind. That is the way of the mind, be it a benevolent spirit or a malicious one. For one of our calling, such intrusions are the barrier between the mind and total peace. One must get rid of the intrusion before one can achieve the highest levels of competence and balance. When that happens, you shall understand many things," the monk explained, shaking his head as if it didn't matter.
"I sense the power of the undead even now, coming closer with every passing second. He, it, is not evil. It is coming for you, and only you, stopping before nothing to achieve that goal. As long as you live with the intrusion in your mind, you will not be able to understand the greater forces at play here. I do not wish the destruction of a benevolent spirit, but I fear it will be impossible to avoid it if you wish to fight this enemy."
The monk rose to his feet so quickly that Keystone never registered the movement. He bade Keystone to show him his training routine and explained how to improve his form and accuracy. Then, Shein-Fang broke into his own set of movements, with practiced grace and control, demonstrating to Keystone the proper movements and forms. He finished with a curt bow, boring into Keystone once again with that hard, unyielding stare.
"Remember these forms. Practice them. You should start to feel improvements if you practice enough, but there will be a limit as to how far you will be able to go. Some of your chakras will remain sealed until you have gotten rid of the intruder in your mind." He handed the Time Stop scroll back to Keystone with an expression that allowed no debate: "Such magic is an open invitation to war with the Red Wizards. Even if we would win such a war, I will not have any of my pupils die for a parchment. If you are wise, you will get rid of it for a good amount of coin, or use it in combat to escape."
Shein-Fang stared hard at Keystone once again, but it was as if he didn't see his fellow monk standing there. His old green eyes briefly turned white, as he stared at, no, through Keystone, as he spoke: "In order for him to win this, you must get out." In his mind, Keystone felt Kaylee come alive and immediately shrink back, as much as that was possible, full of fear.
Shein-Fang relaxed and sat back down, eyes closed. "You will find accommodations two doors to the right out of this room. You are free to stay here as long as you like, even if that is only going to be for the next day or so. I fear we may not be able to hold off the attack." The grandmaster closed his eyes and continued his meditation, indicating the conversation was over.
"It is a great challenge to contend with the dangers of the Material Plane, but one versed in the intricacies of the mind would always argue it's a greater challenge to contend with one's own mind and intrusions therein. Kaylee is a danger to your mind, Keystone. As long as she is in there, you won't be able to achieve complete peace of mind. That is the way of the mind, be it a benevolent spirit or a malicious one. For one of our calling, such intrusions are the barrier between the mind and total peace. One must get rid of the intrusion before one can achieve the highest levels of competence and balance. When that happens, you shall understand many things," the monk explained, shaking his head as if it didn't matter.
"I sense the power of the undead even now, coming closer with every passing second. He, it, is not evil. It is coming for you, and only you, stopping before nothing to achieve that goal. As long as you live with the intrusion in your mind, you will not be able to understand the greater forces at play here. I do not wish the destruction of a benevolent spirit, but I fear it will be impossible to avoid it if you wish to fight this enemy."
The monk rose to his feet so quickly that Keystone never registered the movement. He bade Keystone to show him his training routine and explained how to improve his form and accuracy. Then, Shein-Fang broke into his own set of movements, with practiced grace and control, demonstrating to Keystone the proper movements and forms. He finished with a curt bow, boring into Keystone once again with that hard, unyielding stare.
"Remember these forms. Practice them. You should start to feel improvements if you practice enough, but there will be a limit as to how far you will be able to go. Some of your chakras will remain sealed until you have gotten rid of the intruder in your mind." He handed the Time Stop scroll back to Keystone with an expression that allowed no debate: "Such magic is an open invitation to war with the Red Wizards. Even if we would win such a war, I will not have any of my pupils die for a parchment. If you are wise, you will get rid of it for a good amount of coin, or use it in combat to escape."
Shein-Fang stared hard at Keystone once again, but it was as if he didn't see his fellow monk standing there. His old green eyes briefly turned white, as he stared at, no, through Keystone, as he spoke: "In order for him to win this, you must get out." In his mind, Keystone felt Kaylee come alive and immediately shrink back, as much as that was possible, full of fear.
Shein-Fang relaxed and sat back down, eyes closed. "You will find accommodations two doors to the right out of this room. You are free to stay here as long as you like, even if that is only going to be for the next day or so. I fear we may not be able to hold off the attack." The grandmaster closed his eyes and continued his meditation, indicating the conversation was over.
@vietmykeWaiting for you to freakin approve or dismiss the mech designs I have in PM so I can actually post!
Keystone's work wat cut out for him, as within the next few minutes multiple attempts were made to steal wares, but the simple presence of the monk meant that most of them failed before they had even started. It was only when the night came that the monk had real work to do, for the shadows never stopped moving during the night. Despite his best efforts, the morning brought the unwelcome news that some of the supplies went missing, likely stolen while the guard was distracted by the multitude of other attempts. Harfen complained as much as he could, scolding Keystone as if he was the one who stole his precious merchandise, when the last of his supplies were loaded onto a caravan wagon.
"I hope you're a better fighter than you are a guard," he muttered, handing over 15 gold coins, "More than you're worth," he added, his bluster quickly stolen when he realized who exactly he was talking to.
The sun was at its highest that day, but the city was much emptier than it had been the day before. Most of the caravans were gone and most of the inhabitants were either on the walls, in the taverns or at home. The streets were empty, save for some of the braver citizens, stubborn merchants and contigents of monks and guards. As one such contingent moved past, a monk separated from the crowd and approached Keystone. With a curt bow, he conveyed that Grandmaster Shei-Fang expected him now, rather than later, and expressed his apologies at the sudden change of the meeting.
At the Xiang temple, the atmosphere was calm and collected, unlike much of the city. Many of the monks moved about the temple, reinforcing the doors and windows with both materials and some magical wards. In a side room no bigger than a closet, and smaller than many of the sleeping quarters, sat an old man, older than many would even guess. Long white hair concealed his elven ears, but it could hardly conceal the wrinkles on his delicate features. The old elf sat unmoving, solid like a statue, focusing on his inner self. His mind was clear of all interference as the old monk prepared for the upcoming battle, and waiting for his unusual guest.
"I hope you're a better fighter than you are a guard," he muttered, handing over 15 gold coins, "More than you're worth," he added, his bluster quickly stolen when he realized who exactly he was talking to.
The sun was at its highest that day, but the city was much emptier than it had been the day before. Most of the caravans were gone and most of the inhabitants were either on the walls, in the taverns or at home. The streets were empty, save for some of the braver citizens, stubborn merchants and contigents of monks and guards. As one such contingent moved past, a monk separated from the crowd and approached Keystone. With a curt bow, he conveyed that Grandmaster Shei-Fang expected him now, rather than later, and expressed his apologies at the sudden change of the meeting.
At the Xiang temple, the atmosphere was calm and collected, unlike much of the city. Many of the monks moved about the temple, reinforcing the doors and windows with both materials and some magical wards. In a side room no bigger than a closet, and smaller than many of the sleeping quarters, sat an old man, older than many would even guess. Long white hair concealed his elven ears, but it could hardly conceal the wrinkles on his delicate features. The old elf sat unmoving, solid like a statue, focusing on his inner self. His mind was clear of all interference as the old monk prepared for the upcoming battle, and waiting for his unusual guest.
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